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vatheon2012-07-30 06:32 pm
feralfanatic) wrote in vatheon2012-07-30 06:32 pm
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Wrong side of the human sleeping pallet.
Who: Disciple and whoever wants to be stuck with her.
Where: The elevator, during the blackout.
When: Leading up to 7pm monday.
Style: Whatever suits you.
Status: open
It had really been one of those days, you know the ones where everything just seems to keep going wrong. Nothing major even, just little things going wrong here and there. Spoiled milk, stubbed toes, stepping barefoot on the end of a power-cord, and a broken house-plant aren't much by them selves, but when they happen in a 10 minute period it serves to put one in a terrible mood.
Suddenly feeling a little claustrophobic, she decided some fresh air was in order. She just needed to get out of the house for awhile to center herself. "How could this day get any worse", she thought aloud. Taking to the island sounded like a good idea, she would even take some of the books she had recently gotten from the library with her for entertainment. She planned to do some more reading of the bible Signless had given her, too.
She gathered up various supplies for her little personal picnic she had planned. A blanket, flashlight, her books of course, and a couple fruit bars. She settled for apple because they were out of the strawberry she really loved, even though she was certain there were some left.
She arrived at the elevator, her nose already buried in a book, barely aware of her surroundings
or whoever else was waiting for the trip up. She offered a absent-minded hello to those around her, not really paying attention. The greenblood boarded the lift, continuing to read the book about Human Theology she had borrowed.
It was about halfway through the elevators ascension when the clock struck seven and the entire city is plunged into Darkness. The elevator jerks to a stop, the sound of its halted machinations disappearing as an echo up the shaft.
"What in the..." Her sentence hung unfinished in the all-consuming darkness, and was replaced with the sounds of her attempting to retrieve the flashlight she had brought with her.
Where: The elevator, during the blackout.
When: Leading up to 7pm monday.
Style: Whatever suits you.
Status: open
It had really been one of those days, you know the ones where everything just seems to keep going wrong. Nothing major even, just little things going wrong here and there. Spoiled milk, stubbed toes, stepping barefoot on the end of a power-cord, and a broken house-plant aren't much by them selves, but when they happen in a 10 minute period it serves to put one in a terrible mood.
Suddenly feeling a little claustrophobic, she decided some fresh air was in order. She just needed to get out of the house for awhile to center herself. "How could this day get any worse", she thought aloud. Taking to the island sounded like a good idea, she would even take some of the books she had recently gotten from the library with her for entertainment. She planned to do some more reading of the bible Signless had given her, too.
She gathered up various supplies for her little personal picnic she had planned. A blanket, flashlight, her books of course, and a couple fruit bars. She settled for apple because they were out of the strawberry she really loved, even though she was certain there were some left.
She arrived at the elevator, her nose already buried in a book, barely aware of her surroundings
or whoever else was waiting for the trip up. She offered a absent-minded hello to those around her, not really paying attention. The greenblood boarded the lift, continuing to read the book about Human Theology she had borrowed.
It was about halfway through the elevators ascension when the clock struck seven and the entire city is plunged into Darkness. The elevator jerks to a stop, the sound of its halted machinations disappearing as an echo up the shaft.
"What in the..." Her sentence hung unfinished in the all-consuming darkness, and was replaced with the sounds of her attempting to retrieve the flashlight she had brought with her.
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Not to brag or anything, but Hayner’s day had definitely gone better than The Disciple’s day. He lazed around, ate junk food and pretty much got some new games. The only reason he was hitting the Island now was his early evening swim.
He had his swim trunks on and just a normal shirt. Slung over his shoulder were his duffle bag strap and a towel. He was definitely ready to take on the sea!
Hayner gave a quick finger wiggle at the lady whom he was sharing space with, not really paying attention that it was the pretty catmamma. He wasn’t the most social person face to face, and he just lumped her away in the adult section for now. Hayner nestled himself against the corner of the elevator. He’ll keep his attention latched on to the floor of the elevator as he crossed his arms.
Then Vatheon decided to try to give him a new freaking phobia. Awesome
“Whoa!” That was pretty much all he could manage as the elevator halted. He pivoted forward and nearly stumbled. Smooth, man. Real smooth. Could have just tried to keep against his corner, but nope. Had to nearly face plant forward.
”This better not be any of those shadow monsters.” He was pawing around his bag, trying to find the Starfish communicator. “C’mon. Where are you?” Muttering to himself as he continued his search. Ah!
He pulled out the SFC and then licked the buttons to illuminate the screen. “Sweet!” And now to shine the very weak glow around to see whom else was he stuck with.
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Just perfect.
A sigh of exasperation leaves her lips as she looks up from her broken flashlight. A couple other sources of light have sprung up, and the nearest was what appeared to be a human child, though she had determined she was bad at attempting to discern their ages.
One thing was for certain, the elevator wasn't going anywhere. That, dear Disciple, is why we watch what we say when there are curses at work. Might as well make the best of it. Maybe they knew what was going on.
"Hello there. It seems like the elevator lost power, of course it had to happen while we were halfway up the thing..." She fishes out her SFC to use it as a faint source of light like her ingenious little friend here.
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Goddammit.
[The flash of light that comes next is from a device Bulma has now attached to her ear. A scouter further modified, actually, it may as well have uses BESIDES sensing power levels.]
Now how long is this going to last, I wonder.
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Gathering from how my day has been so far, probably through the whole night. [She lets off an exasperated sigh.] I wondered how my day could get worse, and it appears the universe has a terrible sense of humor.
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[Of course now that she's aware of the situation, she's allowing herself time to examine her entrapment companion. Definitely not a human, perhaps a demon judging by the horns. But a pretty one, rather exotic looking, she doesn't seem like a threat at least.]
So...what's your story? Where are you from?
[Threat or not, nobody ever said Bulma was anything but blunt.]
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You can call me Disciple, I am from a place known as Alternia. Who do I have the pleasure of being stuck in a broken elevator with?
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[Whether or not she'd be all right with it doesn't matter so much, though, considering Bulma's nature. Still, she smiles and thumps her fist against her chest.]
The name's Bulma Briefs! You can just call me Bulma
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I guess the word alien works, but I believe we all are outsiders in this place.
I will call you Bulma then. Now what was that you were saying about extracting the elevator? [there is hesitation in her voice with that last question.]
[Huh, 'Dee'.]
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[Actually it was kind of funny thinking of herself being considered an alien to other alien species. But that was a topic for another time.]
Weeellll, this is just a big "if" right here, but if the lovely citizens of Vatheon don't see fit to fix this elevator so we can get out safely by the time tomorrow comes, I'll have to strategize other ways out. My only plan right now is calling up my son so he can push the elevator to the surface, or maybe punch through the bottom of the lift and carry us out. That all depends on how this elevator is set up, really, but hopefully Trunks inherited my brains rather than his father's in addition to his brawn.
[Any sane person should be worried by how casually she's talking about this.]
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[Though even knowing what she did know about this place, and the coral didn't make her feel better at all.]
Pushing... Punching... [blink blink] How... would he do those things exactly?
[The casual tone of her voice described what must be everyday occurrences for her. Trolls could have some strange abilities, but nothing quite like pushing an elevator to the top of of the shaft, or punching through the solid metal of the floor... well maybe some of the highbloods. She shudders involuntarily at that thought.]
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That's an ability people in my world are able to attain if they train themselves enough to master the energy inside of them. ...Well, and the super strength comes from his father being from off-planet, too. [See, she's saying "off-planet" now instead of "alien", she learns fast.]
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So do they grow wings then? I know a troll who grew wings actually, he is a friend of mine.
[Off-planet... alien... Is she saying her mate is an 'alien'?]
His father, your mate, he is an... off-worlder? Do you mind if I ask how you met?
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[Hahahaha...um...wow. Okay, she'll try to keep it brief.]
Technically we haven't met yet...complicated time stuff brought us all here together. But if I'm guessing right, I only met him in the first place because he came to my planet to kill everyone.
And they don't grow wings, no, they just fly by themselves. I wouldn't bother with it myself, honestly, I prefer using vehicles.
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He came to kill everyone? ...but you have not met him yet? I take it you must lead quite the interesting life. [She offers a wry chuckle.] The way this place has a habit of drawing people from different times can be so very disorienting.
[Hey at least this got her mind off the crummy day she has been having.]
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I sure do! That tends to happen when most of your friends like to play hero for the planet. Trunks tells me that his father isn't such a bad guy after all, but that remains to be seen...our timelines not coinciding at any point doesn't really help. It's pretty frustrating, really.