TRAPPED IN AN ELEVATOR meme!

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

The Trapped in an Elevator Meme




Your character steps into an elevator for... whatever reason, up to and including "meme magic, okay?". Someone steps in with him or her and the door closes. It creaks up a few floors-- and then it stops. The emergency button shocks anyone who touches it.

Well, crap.

Rules
» Make a thread with your character in the trapped elevator. (Assume someone is already in there with them.)
» Another player joins them! And now you know who you're trapped with.
» ???
» Profit! Awkwardness!

(Stolen lovingly from fountainofcod.)

Comments

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eeee, noh be. Rrrr-enne noh wahn-t Bee hurrr-ted morrre by Eeel-cute.

::He sounds just this side of sleepy but determined. Kid without a bedtime, yep, and holding onto Billy like he doesn't wanna let go::

Eeeel-cute, go 'way ahn-d le-t Bee aowt.

[morphitudinous]

[His arms tighten in thanks for a moment, and then he's carefully shifting Renne onto his back and picking his helmet up.]

We're going to get out of here. Hang on.

[Once he's ready and Renne's safe, he prepares to jump. Small ledges protruding from the wall provide the hold he needs, and then---after a test jump or two, he's hanging onto the edge of the opening.]

Almost there. [Now he's just summoning the strength to pull up---the shocks and healing drained a lot.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee. Rrr-enne hell-p.

::Drowsy he may be but Renne hangs on. And he sends the Human a little offering, specifically a try to restore what had been lost in the removal of...well...him being electro-drunk::

[morphitudinous]

[Nod] Thanks. All right, hang on!

[It takes some effort, but he manages to pull himself up and onto the roof. He sits on it for a few moments, recovering. At least there's no more electrocution out here.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::Chirp. Well, not much more he can do except hang on. So he does. When he feels the movement stop, a paw comes up to run his fingers through Billy's hair.::

[morphitudinous]

[I hope you like smiles and hugs, Renne, because you just got both. After that, he looks up.]

The exit to the next floor is close. We only need to climb up a short distance.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::Purr. Those are of course, reciprocated::

Eee. Rrrr-enne fol-low Bee.

[morphitudinous]

[Nod] Shall we?

[He's noticed that Renne seems tired, so he turns and offers his back for Renne to climb up again.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee.

::He's stubborn, very stubborn. He offers billy an affectionate nudge, then crawls into a kind of beside/behind position to follow after::

[morphitudinous]

[Shrug]

Okay. Just be safe, all right?

[With that, he hooks onto one of the pipes and starts climbing up. He slips and has to struggle a few times, but soon he's there and looking for Renne.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::He's not far behind. A bit slow, yes, but he soon gets up there. 'Course he can't resist a little head-peek::

Booh.

[morphitudinous]

[Luckily his grip holds, but he does mock-gasp.]

Oh no! You got me. I have to get out of here!

[Grinning, he finds a ledge to carefully balance on as he tries to pull the doors apart. It's hard, and he has to use the Blade Blaster as a wedge, but it's soon open. And they clamber out!]

Whew.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eeee.

::Chirp. Partial-yawn later, he's crawling drowsily after Billy::

[morphitudinous]

So...we should find somewhere to sleep?

[He's really tired too, actually.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee. Whe-rrre Bee wahn-t s-leep?

::Chirp-yawn::

[morphitudinous]

Here, maybe?

[How convenient---they're in front of a quiet area with comfortable couches. He de-morphs and drags himself to one.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee.

::Soon as he smacks into a couch...yeah, that gets a nod and a chirp::

Bee wahn-t buh-lan-kit?

[morphitudinous]

I would.

[Sleepiness is making him fade fast. Oh dear---he's already slumping down.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eeee.

::Gotta love pockets that are like pocket dimensions. Out comes a yeti fur and yes, it's tucked 'round Billy as soon as the imp gently nudges the Human to fully lie down::

S-leep goo-d, Bee.

[morphitudinous]

[Billy's laid down and tucked in without resistance.]

I will. I'm...glad you're okay. Make sure you rest too, all right? [And his eyes close.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eey-ess.

::Yawn-chirp. Is it surprising that he's soon found a spot curled up at Billy's feet?::