EVENT; LIFTS & CORRIDORS

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: The Corridors.
WARNINGS: Space crazy, violence, etc.
SUMMARY: You may have simply been taking the lift with passerbys, but now you're hopelessly lost.
NOTES: Notes on the corridors.

Those on their way to meet a friend at dinner, or heading to their department, may never reach their intended destination. Instead, characters will find themselves in an unfamiliar part of the ship, abruptly stranded. All attempts to access the elevator will prove fruitless, as the doors cannot be pried open and the lift will not respond when called. It looks like you have no where to go but forward. Hallways will connect only to other hallways, giving you the impression that you're always on your way somewhere- but can't quite manage to arrive. Time spent in the hallways will seem endless, but with luck you may find a break in the monotony. It is possible for characters to find one another, which would be preferable, as it's probably safer traveling in groups. Those that spend an excessive amount of time in their own company will find themselves feeling increasingly hostile and paranoid, until even the walls seem to be watching. That may not be such an exaggeration, with those murals that continually appear...

Comments

[carbonite]

"It's nice that you're telling me about your sheer dumb luck." Han really is impressed. But, really he's more or less hiding the sheer terror at the idea that a kind with a wrenched killed a bunch of monsters.

Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to sass him, right?

[testgasm]

"No, no. Not dumb luck. Skill."

Which was only marginally true, but it wasn't like Wheatley was going to admit to anything but his own (supposed) inherent greatness.

"I'm telling you, don't knock it. Not all of us get to arrive here with entire arsenals in our lockers. Guns, and things."

[carbonite]

"Don't kid yourself." He retorted with a small snort, at least the kid could make the situation somewhat amusing.

Han patted down his own holster with some relief. It didn't look like there was anyone or anything that he could rob from to help his own arsenal.

"That's luck."

[testgasm]

"I'm...not." Said with the sincerity of someone who hadn't quite grasped when they were being insulted.

"You've got your...gun, thingy, and I've got my wrench. That works for you and this works for me. Everyone wins."

[carbonite]

"Everyone wins when they're outta the bottom of the ship." Han was straight to the point when it came to saving his own skin.

"Com'on kid, you're going to have to keep up if you want to get out of here alive with me."

[testgasm]

"Working on it," he grumbles, jogging a little to keep up. "Not all of us have, uh. Your stride length. And--and just for the record, I've been here since the first jump, if you were wondering, so I've got a pretty good track record of staying alive."

[carbonite]

"It's okay to say you're short, kid. No one is going to hold it against you."

It's said with a wry smirk, Han moving down hallways before pressing his back against a wall and pushing Wheatley out of sight.