This is all Amanda's fault :I

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There is entirely too much trauma on this space station lately. Which means it's time for the

Broken Elevator Meme!

...Yeah.

• Your character is riding on an elevator when - oh no - it breaks down and stops! How unexpected.
• Oh look, someone else is in there with them. How about that.
• That elevator isn't going to move until your thread amasses at least ten comments. MAYBE MORE.
• Commence arguing/going stir-crazy/making out to relieve the tension/all of the above.
• Agree to never speak of this again (and just use the stairs in future).

To achieve the correct atmosphere for this meme, I highly recommend these tracks. HAVE FUN~ :B

Comments

Kevin Flynn

[theuserabides]

[Broken elevator? Cue...no change in behavior whatsoever.]

[dismembers.livejournal.com]

[ WHY ISN'T IT MOVING WHY ISN'T IT MOVING WHY ISN'T IT--

This must be your fault. ]

STUPID SAGGY LOUD MEAT

FIX IT

[theuserabides]

[Huh. You'd think he'd have noticed the xenomorph and just waited for the next car.]

I doubt I can.

[We're not on the Grid, Grid.]

[dismembers.livejournal.com]

[ Shh, logic has no place in memes. Grid's lips peel back from her teeth as she hisses. ]

FIX IT FIX IT FIX IT

[ She starts pacing in agitation and... well, when a 14 foot monster starts pacing she starts taking up more room than strictly necessary. Her volume is also steadily increasing from a hiss to an outright shriek. ]

WANT OUT

WANT OUT NOW

[theuserabides]

[Freaking out would just make things worse. Fortunately, Flynn's not exactly the type to freak out. He just backs up as far as the space will allow to leave Grid room to pace.]

So do I. It'll be back online soon.

[dismembers.livejournal.com]

[ Somewhere in her pacing it hits her that, if the old male can't fix it, maybe someone else can. Grid rears up and shoves her face in Flynn's. ]

where is glowing triangle ghost

fix stupid metal cage

[ Where is Delta he can make everything better DID YOU HIDE DELTA ]

[theuserabides]

[Flynn's head jerks back. Whoa. Not cool, Grid. Your breath reeks.]

Delta?

I think it's Hypatia you want.

[This is by far the least fun he's had in centuries.]

[dismembers.livejournal.com]

[ She also drools copiously. Do they have dry cleaners on Sacrosanct? ]

NO

NOT WANT GLOWING BITCH GHOST

want glowing triangle ghost

he can help if saggy old loud meat too stupid

[theuserabides]

[Grid, you have terrible social skills.

If anything, Flynn resents being called "loud," though he supposes any talking at all is loud for "meat." ]

So call him.

[And yell at someone who can turn the volume down.]

stop getting into elevators with aliens, flynn

[arbitrating.livejournal.com]

[ STANDS THERE SO AWKWARDLY how does he talk to humans that aren't Spartans. ]

Unlike *some people*, Flynn's not a space racist.

[theuserabides]

['Scool. Flynn can make smalltalk with a brick wall.]

You're the Arbiter, aren't you?

[Network logs: they're handy.]

at least the space racists are a proper height

[arbitrating.livejournal.com]

...I am.

Why are all the aliens on this station so *hostile*?

[theuserabides]

[...Right. Remedial conversation mode is go.]

I'm Kevin Flynn.

Do the elevators glitch often around here?

BORN THAT WAY, SOB

[arbitrating.livejournal.com]

[ That name sounds familiar. He tilts his head, eyeballing Flynn warily. ]

I have heard that name spoken with respect. You are a leader of some fashion?

Everything glitches around here.

warning: tagging from phone

[theuserabides]

[Flynn raises an eyebrow. The Arbiter must know Anon.]

Yeah, you could say that. Does it come up much?

[How big a reputation is he going to have to live up to, here?]

it's k bro

[arbitrating.livejournal.com]

[ Morelike Arbi has nothing to do all day in his jungle hide out except drink tea and pretend to be Zen and read the network. ]

It is intelligence that I am obliged to be aware of. The structures of human society are infinitely confusing, it is my duty to study them.

[theuserabides]

["Infinitely confusing?" If the...guy didn't know Anon, he should. They'd have things to talk about.]

You're not going to learn a lot about human society by listening to people who know me from home.

Re: Kevin Flynn

[a_perfect_end]

[Everything on this station is imperfect, flawed, and inconvenient. He is unsurprised when the elevator malfunctions.

He is only mildly surprised when it stops between floors.

He refuses to calculate the probability of being stuck on an elevator, between floors, with...

It will resume operation at any moment, now.]

Tsssk. Seriously?

[It had better.]

Re: Kevin Flynn

[theuserabides]

[Man, it's like there are capricious entities controlling your every move and getting some kind of sick entertainment out of your suffering.

Oh, Clu's done studiously pretending Flynn's not there?]

Seriously.

[He's not bothered. This is a better situation than the last time he was stuck somewhere with Clu.]

Re: Kevin Flynn

[a_perfect_end]

[No way. 'Fate' is a psychological artifact caused by a pattern recognition error, and Clu's User is standing right there.

The mathematical likelihood of deliberate intervention by some other being is vanishingly small. Then again, he hasn't been accounting properly for chaos theory. And that's brought them here.

He's sick of standing still, already.]

And...[Just going to reach past you, Flynn; thanks for not moving] Keypad's unresponsive. Of course.

Great.

Re: Kevin Flynn

[theuserabides]

[Okay, yeah, don't ask him to move or anything, Clu. Flynn stands his ground and gives Clu a sidelong look.

Still, he can't help but smile after a second. Knowing it's not going to do anything yet pushing the button anyway is such a human gesture.]

It'll have sent up a flag.

Re: Kevin Flynn

[a_perfect_end]

[Well, he doesn't move, and Flynn didn't move, either, so now they're both not moving and kind of close.

He doesn't quite step back--it's not like there's anywhere to walk to, and it's ridiculous for a structure of this size to have such small elevators--but he does draw away a little, retracting his arm, considering the smile. Memorizing it.

There isn't room to pace. Shuffling his feet would be entirely beneath his dignity.]

...Now we just have to see if they get it. Or. When, assuming the relay is functional.

[This isn't awkward at all. He's entirely capable of not fidgeting. The total motionlessness doesn't give him away.]

Re: Kevin Flynn

[theuserabides]

[There's somebody here who isn't ill at ease, but it's not the one who glows yellow. Flynn is, if not quite happy to stand there until the elevator starts moving again, perfectly fine with doing so, and his stillness isn't forced or tense. Which, he realizes, is probably making Clu more agitated.]

I'm in no hurry. You got somewhere to be?

[Flynn doubts it.]

Re: Kevin Flynn

[a_perfect_end]

[It's a basic logic puzzle, almost crude.

An answer of yes requires additional fabrication. No, reply with highest truth value, implies an aimlessness that he will not admit and cannot accept.

And. Flynn looks perfectly content with that. With. All of it.]

...I'd prefer to be on the thirteenth floor. [It's half above them, somewhere, and supposedly contains the indexes he's been looking for. There are some inclusions in Chordata that still don't make sense to him.

His words are light, hollow, but he's tensing up by the syllable.] Guess that's just not happening right away.

How about you?

Re: Kevin Flynn

[theuserabides]

I was thinking about getting lunch.

[Then he was going to sit around not-thinking for a few hours, then some light coding before explaining things to programs all evening.

He looks at the ceiling of the car.]

There's probably a hatch, but I'm not giving you a leg up.

[Likely corollary: Clu's not giving him a leg up, either.]