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

[servant]

That sounds like a plan. Let's go with it.

[Especially when they're wandering lost.]

Are you worried about Sirius?

[theshabbiestofmen]

No. I mean, yes, of course, but-- he's quite capable. He's clever and strong and he's got quite a few tricks up his sleeve. He'll be fine.

[servant]

I don't doubt that. I think it's the magic.

[He's half-teasing, because Merlin has it and he's still lost. Plus he knows plenty of clever, capable people who don't have magic.]

Hang on, I think I heard something.

[Merlin stops abruptly, the words whispered. It takes him a minute to realize that it was only his own stomach rumbling again. He clicks his tongue.]

I wish I'd had a pack from the kitchen instead of medical supplies. I think I've missed a day's worth of meals. Maybe two.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Mm.

[He grimaces as he rubs his own stomach.]

I don't suppose you can generate food--?

[He can't, of course, but if anyone could defy the laws of magic it's Merlin.]

[servant]

It didn't work the last time I tried it.

[But there's been lots of spells that didn't work the first time he tried them. Merlin stops, closing his hand and taking a deep breath. The magic inside him surges, seen only in his eyes. And hopefully, his hand. Merlin opens it slowly, stunned and then delighted.]

I did it! Remus, I did it!

[Yes, those whole two blueberries will do them so much good.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He laughs in delight, staring down at Merlin's hand. Never mind it's only two blueberries; it's two blueberries more than Remus can do. He takes one, holding it carefully.]

My god, look at it, it's real! That's brilliant, Merlin!

[servant]

It's not that brilliant.

[It's more than just modesty, because as his own excitement wanes, Merlin has to wonder just how long would it take him to fill their stomachs blueberry by blueberry. And that's if they stopped walking, which they can't. And if the next time around he didn't end up with bluebells or some kind of poison berries.]

I'm sorry. I don't think my powers are strong enough to do us much good. But I promise once we make it out of here, I'll fix you a real meal. All your favorites! Or the closest thing that the kitchen has to them.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He shoots him a little smile, touched and flattered.]

Only if I can make you your favorite in return. Deal?

[And then, more sincerely:]

It's all right, you know. We'll be fine.