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EVENT; LIFTS & CORRIDORS

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...

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[ He's on patrol when the lift stops, doors opening out into a part of the ship that John's certain he's never seen before. Hitting the buttons doesn't do anything, and after a few moments of deliberation, Reaper steps out from the elevator and into the hallway, the doors to the lift shutting behind him.

He tries to open them again. It doesn't work. ]

Shit.

[ Stuck, then. At least it's him, he guesses. Better him than some of the other people on this ship, and since he was on patrol, he's armed and armored. It's time to move, then; there has to be a way out somewhere. Has to be.

(But he can't ignore the voice in the back of his head that whispers that maybe this is it, that maybe this is the end. That maybe he deserves this.) ]

[Another boring day of drinking and surveying the goings-on of the network, just like any other. Mordecai needs a break from all of this. A long one, like when they had gone out for a whole month into the ship. At least he had felt like they were trying to make progress, rather than stagnating. Sitting around like this isn't good for him.

But the chickens need feeding if they're ever going to be of any use to his own bird. With Mijo on his shoulder, Mordecai stands, stretches, and heads to the lift that goes to the gardens.

It stops at the wrong floor, but pushing the button again gets it working. A half hour later, after checking up on the chickens (and counting them, and counting Jaye's, too, because some assholes don't know when to stop), he makes his way back to the lift, figuring it's time to hit the bar.

When the doors open, he steps out into the hallway and pretty quickly can tell that he's on the wrong floor again. The bar, or anything else resembling the normally lively passenger decks, is not in sight anywhere. And when he turns back to get back in the damn lift and try to make it go somewhere else, it only drops him off on another, apparently identical, hallway.

Mysteries upon mysteries. But he'd wanted to explore something new. Now is his chance. Even if, after a long time spent wandering, he begins to wonder if he'll ever make it back.]

[ Sometimes ideas build up from one conversation to another, but it was really Jaye's words and the latest creepy message that sent Peter running off into the ship, donning his costume as a protective means. While there were people who knew who was, both in and out of it, he couldn't help but resort to the comfort it offered, recalling those particular words he spoke way back when to a little kid: "put the mask on, it's gonna make you strong" and they echoed now as he swung through the corridors, camera swinging freely from his neck.

The elevator had been creepy at first, and Peter found himself talking to no one in particular as it opened to a dark hallway, inviting in the sense that Peter would have run away if he wasn't out letting his curiosity get the better of him. He could hear the click of the webslingers, the familiar tone speaking volumes that he'd be running out and eventually he'd had to find a way to make more, but for now --

curiosity awaits. ]

[ He'd stopped drinking the blood Cutler was bringing him two days ago - whether entirely of his own guilty conscience or the threat of Tom finding out about it, he wasn't entirely sure himself; he'd like to say the former, but the fact of the matter was that he'd always been a bit of a coward. The effort was pathetic at best. The withdrawal sank in swiftly, pushing him through listlessness and delirium before the freezing, sharp fever settled in, and twenty minutes ago he cracked, bit into one of the bags.

It was cold, and useless, and all he managed to do was make a mess, but the ghost of the real thing was enough to spike the cravings and encourage further bad judgment. He's trying to get to the medical bay for something less stale when he steps onto a lift, agitated and on the edge of panic, and steps out to an empty hallway.

The door closes quickly behind him, and it only takes seconds for him to frantically hit the controls before he resorts to banging on the door and giving it a violent kick. ]

Fucking spaceships. [ The words are spit out along with a bit of the blood that's still stark on his lips. But the door doesn't give, and so with another hissed curse he turns and starts down the hall to find an alternative path. ]

[ He's never been exceptionally trusting of the modern lift anyway. Hydraulic power is well established in Moran's time, but it still isn't quite like this and he isn't surprised when it drops him at a level that is most certainly not the level he asked for.

Doesn't look anything like the other levels at all, really. It's all corridors, but Moran is far from disappointed. He's pleased. This is an exciting situation. What a brilliant way to break up his boredom and his bad mood. It's only better when he steps out and finds the lift has jammed shut behind him. ]

Damn. And me without my guns.

[ Blast Moriarty and his insistence upon holding those guns captive. Here's a situation when guns could very well be necessary, too. But it's only a slight annoyance and it doesn't stop Moran from cheerfully stepping away from the lift. He'll have to find a bludgeon of some sort later on, just in case. ]

Everything had seemed normal. A typical sort of day and then everything just had to go off-kilter. Immediately upon realizing she was stranded in a strange part of the ship and completely alone, Bennett started to slightly panic. She knew being stranded like this might be a death sentence, one of those crazy monster things might find her and she was entirely unequipped to be fighting off much of anything.

But after a while, she calmed down. She knew that if she wasn't rational and logical about this, she'd just end up putting herself in even more danger. As she walked through the hallways, she started jotting down notes about her surroundings in her notebook. Sure, she was aware that the hallways had a habit of seemingly rearranging themselves and whatnot but it gave her some peace of mind to keep some sort of record of where she'd been.

Edited 2013-02-18 18:32 (UTC)

[ When Nathan finds himself trapped in a hallway that never ends, he isn't particularly bothered. That's mostly due to the fact that he broke into his precious stash of MDMA earlier, so he isn't particularly bothered about much at the moment.

Like the fact that Simon and Alisha are gone, or the fact that werewolves are real and fucking hideous, or that he's stuck on a shitty spaceship with a bunch of assholes and nothing to do all day. Except get high, but even that's on a timer since he's got three pills left and people are surprisingly stingy about their space pot.

Either way, he adapts easily enough, takes to wandering down the hall somewhat unsteadily with one hand trailing along the wall. He's more annoyed than anything, because he was aiming for the bar when the ship decided to get clever - empty hallways aren't exactly inspirational, and the last thing he wants to do is waste a high on a leisurely stroll.

Although it does remind him of that A-ha video, and that's a bit funny, actually. Just not funny enough to merit breaking the somewhat disoriented scowl on his face. ]

( human )

[Lost for the first few hours, wandering around with concern pinching his brows and lips, but not much else. Every now and then he twirls his wedding finger nervously. He calls out a nervous 'hello?' every time he thinks he hears steps.]

( wolf )

[He only makes the decision to change when it starts to get a little overwhelming. He fears this will take him a lot longer than he might be able to endure, so he finds a darker corner to strip off his clothes and quietly - hesitantly - plants his wedding ring between the folds. He takes in the scent one last time before his body changes, giving place to an Iberian wolf-like creature, around the size of a Newfoundland dog. He'll be wandering the halls this way from here on.]

[ o o c: because he'll be running into several people, it's up to you if and how they get lost from one another! It could be by accident, or Andy could suddenly pick up a sound of scent and dart off on his own. Timelines aren't really an issue for me, so go crazy!]

[Never again, he swears grimly to himself. He'd worked up enough courage to step into an elevator once more, and had slowly been working himself free of the frozen panic that seized him whenever the doors closed, because fear was secondary to his duties. But then this - now -

The shuddering malfunction of the elevator was enough to send him into a paralyzed terror, and when the doors come open again he's grateful, stumbling forward, pale and sweating and terrified; it takes a few minutes for him to become aware again. But once he does, he realizes that this isn't the floor for the gardens; this is something different, some unfamiliar part of the ship.

He'll explore in a moment. For now, he needs to...regain courage.]

( CORRIDORS; OPEN )

[ elena can't be sure how long she's been walking down this one hallway, but she knows it's been way to long. every corner she takes just looks like the direction she came from. it's like walking in neverending circles; no matter how fast she runs or many times she backtracks her steps there isn't an end. even with her newfound strength, she can't pry the lift doors open. but the most worrying part is where ric disappeared to. one minute they were trying to come up with a plan b and the next turn they took he's gone. or maybe she was.

either way, it didn't matter. there is no other option but to keep moving forward and find what she came for. she presses on, calling out alaric and jenna's names every so often. ]

( LIFTS; CLOSED TO ALARIC )

[ it's been a week. elena was counting the days, and he promised if jenna made no sign by the end of it, then they would go find her together. after thinking about it, she's glad jeremy agreed to stay behind. he didn't need to be dragged into this, especially if there was a chance of him having to fight (she will do anything to avoid something that might trigger his hunter side). and if jenna did show up while they were gone, she's glad it will be jeremy who gets to tell her what happened — damon would have no tact.

she made sure to drink a blood bag before they left, not knowing how long this would take, so she's definitely focused and less on edge. she slips her communicator into her back pocket, looking up at ric. he's the experienced boyscout here, so she's relying on him to lead the way. ]

So, are we ready?

[he gets in the lift with Mordecai completely by accident. it stops on his floor as he's heading back to the oxygen gardens, and he freezes momentarily when he looks at him. this was the guy that helped him at the jump.

if he were anyone else, it might have shown in his face, but Tobias doesn't make much expression anymore so he nods and shoves his hands in his pockets and keeps to the far side of the lift. the doors open and it doesn't look like the oxygen garden, so he stays where he is when Mordecai steps out.

of course, the doors don't close after that. Tobias glances up, frowns, and hits the button to close the doors, but the lift is completely nonoperational.]

That's great.

[It's funny how in a single ship, in the small habitable portion that people had carved out, Tex could still manage to make herself disappear sometimes, like she always had. Sure, okay, she was with SEC and doing patrols and not really gone in her usual way, but it struck him as a little funny sometimes that she kept up that habit. Just part of who she was, he figured.

And he was always there to welcome her back, when she was done being gone. Now was no exception, though this was the first time he'd gone as far as waiting at the lift for her return from patrol. But even he could be nice sometimes. For now he's killing time on the comm, leaning against the wall of the corridor, but every time he hears footsteps he glances up, hoping it will be her.]

[That was a sight she hadn't expected to see. Usually she found him a lot later than right after her patrols, but it seemed like he hadn't been able to wait that long. She smirked as she approached him, ready to tease him for his eagerness.]

Missed me?

Edited 2013-02-18 19:32 (UTC)

Regrettably there was no friend or dinner, just the usual route Rey took when she ventured out on patrols. This required a lift... only instead of going up, the mechanism had taken upon itself to move downward.

And down.

And down.

There was no panic, no alarm, no exclamation of outrage or contempt. Not here, not with Rey, not with the clinging presence of familiarity all over again. Half of the time she didn't know how she truly felt about her situations.

Pretty sure this was confusion that had suddenly washed over her when the lift doors opened, revealing the stretched-out hallways that had been previously unknown to her. And Rey had begun to know this ship well.

"Oh."

Here we go again, she figured when the confusion ebbed and she stepped forward. Somehow, in the middle of the senseless, this somehow made sense in an insane sort of way.

[ She has just gone to see if she could sneak into Engineering to access some of the heavier materials to test out resistances when the lift suddenly stopped on a floor she had never been to.

She looks at the buttons and pushes them again, but there's nothing, so she steps out, wondering if maybe she can see someone to help, but there's no one in immediate view - and when she turns the lift is closed again, and it's not coming back.

She waits a long while, but finally the panic begins to creep up. Where is the lift. Where is she? Should she run? Should she try and find someone else?

Castiel? is what she thinks, first, but tries to keep it together before she makes her way down the hall. She's been wandering a couple of hours and the frustration and fear is clear on her face. She's going to die down here, she's sure of it. How could she have been so dumb to leave the lift?]

[Sometimes he's convinced that the more things change, the more they really stay the same. He's on a spaceship - in space - and he's still doing a good eighty percent of the same chores he did back in Camelot. He's just able to do them much faster with machines to do the washing and a microwave that can cook breakfast in four minutes.]

[He's also still a dogsbody - not that he minds that. Melissa works hard herself, and needs all the help she can get. It doesn't hurt that she smiles at him and tells him to be careful, like he's going to get lost delivering first aid supplies. But that's just a mother's way, and he misses that sometimes.]

[Merlin's not even thinking when he steps off the lift, and the doors have already closed behind him before he realizes that he's not where he's supposed to be. And they're not opening for him.]

No one ever has these problems with stairs.

[Technology isn't all that it's cracked up to be, just sayin'. He tries the controls first, and after a glance down the hallways, magic. Neither one works.]

Alright. Not creepy at all.

[Practically his mantra through every strange hallway.]

Yeah, they were messin' with me earlier too. Worked eventually, though. Maybe just try it again?

[Damn ship's falling apart. He's seen some of the destruction farther in, of course. With holes like that running through it, it's a wonder things like the lifts function as well as they do.]

What made him especially angry was that he hadn't even planned to go far.

Wheatley, as a rule, didn't wander--he knew as well as anyone that he wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but contrary to popular belief, he wasn't stupid. Going into the depths of the ship got you killed. That was a fact.

So he'd only planned on going to one of the upper passenger decks, where he knew that Chell had left some choice splotches of conversion gel, which, now that he had the portal gun, were useful to him. What he got, instead, was an lift ride to robot god-knew-where, and he didn't recognize the hallway when the damn thing finally let him out.

Fine. That was fine. It was nothing he couldn't handle--he had the wrench, and the boots, and the ASHPD, and he was sure it was only a matter of time before he ran into someone.

Edited 2013-02-18 19:37 (UTC)

lifts ; closed to LILITH

[ at least he's lucky enough that he's just been coming off patrol duty when the ship finally decides that it's had enough peace. revolver holstered at his side, soysauce rocks on his heels as the elevator hums and heads upwards, blinking when it ping!s to a stop and the door opens up.

and ah, he recognizes who it is that walks into the elevator.

lilith, was her name, yes? one of the people who'd been involved in that messy altercation in the hallways? the one who supposedly had powers to set things on fire, so on and so forth? it wasn't so much fear of her powers that made him shift a little nervously, but rather the fact that he seemed to have bought some amount of hostility from her after his intervention in that little gunfight.

still, no use being rude, right? despite the slightly fidgety way he folded his hands behind his back, soysauce still gave lilith a polite little nod as she stepped onto the lift. ]

Eh -- good afternoon?

corridors ; OPEN

[ well. he honestly can't be too surprised that the ship had finally decided to cause some sort of trouble again.

a couple hours since he's found himself trapped in this endless labyrinth of corridors, and soysauce is starting to get ever so slightly disgruntled as he continues walking ahead. taking a turn once in a while when the corridor branches out.

it's quiet, and lonely, and ever so sterile, and he tries to do something, anything to make the hallways feel a little less -- cold. whistles some soft tune as he walks, or hums the soft jazz melody he's been practicing. takes short little sprints forward. picks at the front of his waistcoat -- scorched all over, the fabric burnt right through in spots -- or tries to re-knot his burnt-up tie to make it look at least somewhat presentable.

and of course, the moment he hears any sound of another person somewhere in the corridors, gets even the faintest idea that there might be someone else stuck here with him, he immediately trots forward. casting about to try and find whoever it is that he might be able to walk alongside, to lessen the loneliness out here in these corridors. ]

[he does, but the lift doesn't move, not even an inch. it doesn't even beep at him. it just stays silent, doors wide open to a corridor he doesn't recognize.]

I guess I can take the stairs.

[he says and steps out of the lift- but as soon as he does the doors hiss shut, and Tobias startles away from them.]

[He raises an eyebrow, then smiles a little at the kid's reaction, while the bird on his shoulder flares his wings briefly at the sudden movement. It's hard for Mordecai to be fazed by much anymore. There's always a way around even the trickiest of problems - though this ship is a hell of a problem, he has to admit, and it's not like he's found a way out yet.]

Don't think it liked you. C'mon, maybe we'll find you one that's working.

[ figures that things would fall apart again, eventually.

kazama realizes very, very quickly that things are going wrong. he's just been making his way back to his cabin from the oxygen gardens, taking some roundabout route that most people don't bother with so he can think on his own -- a route that he's taken quite a few time and memorized in its entirety. so when he gets off a lift and everything feels wrong, he immediately knows that the ship's once more toying with its passengers.

still, he doesn't give much of a reaction other than a soft sigh. panicking in this situation won't accomplish anything. and while he does viciously wish that he has his rifle to accompany the pistol strapped to his belt -- there's no use mourning over something that can't be fixed. so he quietly tugs up his bandanna higher over his throat, ducks his head into the collar of his jacket, then walks forward at a quick, steady clip. keeping an eye out in case he might be able to find someone else also stuck in this stupid situation.

nothing else he can do, really. ]

Of course not. Just wanted to hear all about your boring job patrolling the ship first thing.

[He grins teasingly and goes to give her a quick kiss.]

I've been messing with the holodecks. Might have something worth looking at, finally. Wanna come join me for dinner?

[Figures he would be goofing off with those. She glances at the lifts, then him.]

Dinner on the holodeck or the kitchen?

[he doesn't nod, but he exhales through his nose and turns away from the lift. fine, this was fine. he'd just take the next stairwell they found or the next lift and he could get back to the gardens. he pulls his communicator out of his pocket as they walk, glancing at the time.

he had an hour left. that would be enough time.

they walk for a good five minutes before Tobias realizes that he should probably say something, since they're walking together. he glances at the man.]

What kind of bird is that?

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EVENT; LIFTS & CORRIDORS

john "reaper" grimm | OTA

Mordecai | open!

peter parker | open

hal yorke | ota, warning: slightly crazy

Sebastian Moran | Open

Bennett Halverson || OTA!

nathan young | ota

andy correia | open - human and wolf

Edgeworth, OTA!

elena gilbert | open

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Church and Tex | open!

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Rey | OTA

Seraphim Dias | OTA

Merlin - ota!

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wheatley | come at me

sawyer "soysauce" sciarrino | open!

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kazama souji | open!

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