http://madeofwyn.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] madeofwyn.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] insertmeathere2010-07-08 08:08 pm

TRAPPED IN AN ELEVATOR meme!

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 [livejournal.com profile] fountainofcod.)

[identity profile] demon-alessa.livejournal.com 2010-07-11 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
"I was not aware something like that happened there," Alessa said, who was not speaking about hell but Silent Hill. Well, there were some similarities, she supposed.

She already was tired of this exchange though: every time she met up with some adult human, they tried giving her warning about her attacking the crew and what they would do to her. So much for being tolerant of fellow members of the ship.

"If you're done with the idle threats, you may want to come up with an idea to get us out," Alessa said. "I don't know what is being used to keep us here, but it is beyond my comprehension."

[identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com 2010-07-11 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
"They're only idle since you're behaving. We wouldn't even be talking if you weren't."

Sorry Alessa, he was a natural born hunter, and grew up hating demons. His brother was a bit more tolerant depending on the demon.

He pointed up, "Best bet's that panel in the ceiling. We're between floors so forcing the doors open won't do squat."
Edited 2010-07-11 04:07 (UTC)

[identity profile] demon-alessa.livejournal.com 2010-07-11 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmph," was all Alessa replied. She was already done with this kind of conversation. She had no wish to be dragged further into a battle of who was stringer than who. It was pointless.

"Fine," Alessa said, and a moment later her rising tentacles propel her to the panel, where she is beginning to make quick work of cutting the metal to shreds.