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

[realslimstrider]

Yeah, let's skip that. Bad enough that the manticores supposedly patrol any of the unknown sectors. [He thinks about that and frowns.] I can let you borrow one of my swords if you know how to use'em. If not, I got enough strength to distract them in case we run into any.

[differentsideofmyself]

[Hmmm. Admit that he can't do something? Or risk his neck doing something stupid. Easy answer.]

Never used a sword before. I'm more used to guns.

[realslimstrider]

It's cool. We might find a firearm along the way. Who even knows with this death trap. [Davesprite holds out the hand away from Epsilon and a long katana blade appears in his hand with a click. He switches which hand is holding the hilt and rests the flat of the blade against his shoulder.]

[differentsideofmyself]

Thanks. I'll stay close. I'd rather not die here.