theboywhodied: (Deathly serious)
Cedric Diggory ([personal profile] theboywhodied) wrote in [community profile] insertmeathere2012-04-27 11:01 pm

It was a graveyard smash! (Terry and Dragon are terrible thank them)




THE TRAPPED IN A COFFIN MEME

You and one other are trapped together in a rather small coffin. Both alive, don't worry! For now.

How did you get there, and how will you escape? All up to you!
anwei: PB is Cynthia Rothrock (Anwei scary face)

[personal profile] anwei 2012-04-28 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Anwei was a claustrophile, but really, there were SOME limits. Finding herself in a box with no apparent means of escaping it, not to mention no lights, was enough to set all of her razor-sharp teeth on edge.

The distinct knowledge (tactile, audible, aromatic) that there was someone else in the box with her did nothing to soothe her.

"Who's there?"
morphitudinous: (Down)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2012-04-28 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Billy was not as coherent as usual. His greatest fears were setting in---small box, small confinement, rapidly depleting oxygen, likely little chance of escape.

"Me, Billy," he whispered, voice smaller than usual. "Anwei?"
anwei: PB is Cynthia Rothrock (Anwei headache)

[personal profile] anwei 2012-04-29 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
A familiar voice, at least.

"Yes, it's Anwei." She patted with her hands at the side of the box in front of her face - inches away, impossible to see - and felt fabric over something else - probably wood. She knocked, and the knock was muffled as though a heavy weight was on the other side.

Maybe it was on all the sides. That wasn't a good thought.

"Is this some sort of a joke?" she asked.
morphitudinous: (Head turned)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2012-04-29 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
The panic continues to set in. Billy stiffens, tentatively poking out to make the same discoveries she is.

"Doubtful. A real joke wouldn't be this dangerous."

It's truly dire. If no one's coming to rescue them and they can't rescue themselves, they'll die within an hour or two.
anwei: PB is Cynthia Rothrock (Anwei serious face)

[personal profile] anwei 2012-04-29 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Anwei felt Billy stiffen, and tensed herself. "Why, what's dangerous about it? All we have to do is break out of the box, right?"

Anwei's species did not have coffins, so she had no idea where she was.

She went to shove against the wood in front of her, which pushed her back into Billy. She apologized and tried to figure out a way to brace herself. If she couldn't break the wood, she could probably chew her way out, given a chance. Then just get the weight off of the box, and get out. Right?
morphitudinous: (And?)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2012-04-29 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Billy let out a soft noise of pain, then sealed his mouth shut. He mustn't waste air. With that in mind, he's shorter with his words than usual.

"We're buried. Below ground. No air."
anwei: PB is Cynthia Rothrock (Anwei serious face)

[personal profile] anwei 2012-04-29 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Anwei's eyes grew huge in the darkness, not that anyone could see. Suffocation was a constant threat in space, but they weren't in space, right? They were under gravity, under the ground. All they had to do was get out.

She tried to move her hands down, but she couldn't. She squirmed, but there wasn't any room for her to move back, not with Billy in here with her. But by rolling back and forth a little, she felt the long cylinder of her flashlight-laser.

Unfortunately she had no way of reaching it. But maybe -

"Billy - under me. A flashlight-laser, at my right hip. Can you reach it?"

Maybe they could at least burn a ventilation hole - or signal for help.
morphitudinous: (Sleepless)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2012-04-29 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
A flashlight-laser? The laser might be of some use to break the surface. It could be their only chance. Billy's morpher is here, he can feel it on his belt pressed between them, but it's impossible to use in such a small space.

"I'll try."

He twists his arm and works it downward, straining to reach it. His fingers curl, seeking out any sign of the object. It's there. He brushes it, struggles to grasp it---and there it is. With some effort, elbow digging painfully into the wall, he brings it up, fumbling for Anwei's hand to pass it to.

"Break the wall and push?"
anwei: PB is Cynthia Rothrock (Anwei breathes FIRE)

[personal profile] anwei 2012-04-29 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Anwei tries to squash herself flat so that he can get his arm around her. Her ribcage isn't really set up for that, though, and it's a relief when she feel the familiar machined metal cylinder in her hand.

"Got it!" Her fingers move quickly over the memorized switches, setting it by feel in the dark. She would be shooting as straight up as she could manage; she wanted to burn out to air as quickly as she could.

When had she charged the powerpack last? She didn't remember. Hopefully it was recently.

"Going to burn a hole for air first."

She put the lens-end against the box over her, and slid it to a corner as far above her head as she could manage. She didn't know what they were buried in; if it was sand she didn't fancy having liquid glass run down into her face. She moved, tucking her other arm tight to her chest to loosen her jacket, and ruching the material of her sleeve up around the laser and the cloth and wood; she wanted as little air as possible to reach the hotspot. Dying of smoke inhalation would be faster than suffocation, but probably more unpleasant.

"Ready?"
morphitudinous: (Comm at the park)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2012-04-29 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Billy braced himself against the walls, mentally preparing for a fight. If they were going to have a chance to survive, they need to focus and coordinate. He tucked his head into the opposite corner.

"Ready."
anwei: PB is Cynthia Rothrock (Default)

[personal profile] anwei 2012-04-29 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
She hoped against hope that some mourner wasn't waiting above the; if so that mourner was about to get a hotfoot. Or worse.

She fired, and felt the cloth against her knuckles heat, and smelled smoke. The laser had cut though the box and was now searing into the earth around them. Was it wet, so that the steam displacement would open a air vent? Was it stone, and they would drown in lava?

The smoke was getting thicker. Grimly she pressed more of her sleeve against the wood, and used her other hand to shield it as well, ignoring the blisters forming on her hands. The laser didn't need oxygen to burn, she had to keep it going....

She flicked it off and immediately pressed the lens against the heavy sleeve of her jacket, trying to feel if the clear material covering it was damaged. She flicked it to safe, visible light and turned it on, showing a tiny clothed-lined space and smoke.

Was the smoke moving, drifting towards the hole in the corner of the box?
morphitudinous: (Head turned)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2012-04-29 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Billy couldn''t bring himself to risk breathing until he absolutely must. They were on the edge. If her plan didn't succeed, the smoke will quickly kill them. If it did, though, and there's some air, they might just have a little more time to attempt breaking free.

He wished the old idea of safety coffins had caught on. It'd be really useful to have a bell to pull on or a built-in escape vent sometime.

"That's one strong laser," he whispered, the only thing he could think to say.
anwei: PB is Cynthia Rothrock (Anwei in pain)

[personal profile] anwei 2012-04-29 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Anwei breathed through her nose, which hurt; but better a scorched nose than a scorched windpipe.

"Meant to signal ships in orbit," she said, and fired again. The laser itself was getting warm in her hand; it wasn't meant to be used this way...

But this time when she pulled back and switched to normal light, she could see the smoke start to thin as the heated air moved up and out. She put her fingertip to the hole and felt coolness moving past it.

"Think we're through," she said, and hunched down as far as she could. "Try to get some air."

Billy was larger, therefore he needed more air than she did. He might be able to wriggle closer to the venthole.