This is all Amanda's fault :I

[manipul8trix.livejournal.com]

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

[manipul8trix.livejournal.com]

You broke it!

...Did you do that on purpose? Because just so you know, this is the least blackromantic situation in the universe. In all the universes. Each and every one.

[BRB SRAWING A LINE ON THE FLOOR. With a convenient sharpie.]

This is my side, no crossing the line.

[Her side is bigger. OBVIOUSLY]

[timeturntable.livejournal.com]

Hey, remind me again why I'd want to spend any time with you in an elevator? Guess it's slipping my mind right now.

[ Not even commenting on the "YOU BROKE IT" or blackrom thing. He's just going to relax against the side of the elevator. ]
[ She expects him to try and cross. So he just won't bother. Why even give a shit? ]

[manipul8trix.livejournal.com]

Are you actually asking me to flirt with you.

Seriously.

Is that actually seriously genuinely what you're doing here.

[ Re-drawing that line. AROUND YOUR FEET. ]

[timeturntable.livejournal.com]

[ SHRUG. ]

Don't really give a shit either way.

[ Not budging an inch. Awwww yehhhh, he's getting to you. <8] ]

[manipul8trix.livejournal.com]

[ A:LJL:KSJA;lkkl MUST RESIST THE URGE TO MURDER. If only because there'd be no other suspects in such a closed space. >::::I ]

Of course you don't. Gosh, Dave. You are so cool. If only we were all as cool as you.

[ Redrawing the line. Again. OVER YOUR SHOES. ]

You're over the line.

[ WH4T NOW??? >:] ]

[timeturntable.livejournal.com]

Not sure the world could handle that. It's only got room for a select few, the coolkid chosen, and-


[ Don't mind Dave. Just peering down at you and raising a single eyebrow. ]

Kay.

[ LOOK WHO DOESN'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK. Okay so that's not true, his gill-fin-things are pretty much flat against his neck and that might be a bit of a giveaway. ]

[manipul8trix.livejournal.com]

[ SO noted. And. Uh. Just. Standing up now. NO SCRUBBING AROUND ON THE FLOOR, VRISKA, IT'S UNDIGNIFIED. ]

[ ...Almost as undignified as using that sharpie to draw a W-shaped moustache on your face. ]

Still feeling cool, Daaaaaaaave~?

1/2

[timeturntable.livejournal.com]

[ For a moment, you are perfectly still- ]

[timeturntable.livejournal.com]

[ And then you strike. ]
[ With all the speed you have to offer, one hand is heading towards Vriska's forehead to slam her into the wall, the other towards that fucking sharpie. ]

[manipul8trix.livejournal.com]

HahahahaaaAAAAAAAHHAKJHGARGHFGL--

[ All the screaming and armflailing. All. Of. It. ]

DON'T YOU DARE!

[ That was. Far too screechy to be properly threatening. BUT STILL. ]

[timeturntable.livejournal.com]

What's the- [ GRABBING AT THAT FUCKING SHARPIE. HE IS WRESTLING THAT FROM YOUR GODDAMN HANDS OR HE IS GOING TO DIE IN THE PROCESS. ] -matter? Afraid of a little- [ ow jegus arms hurt when they hit your stomach- ] -marker?

[manipul8trix.livejournal.com]

Wh--

[ Just going to. Neglect defending the sharpie for a second because OMG LOW BLOW, ASSHOLE. AWW NAW YOU DIDN'T. ]

Ha ha! I'm not scared of any Markers, smartass, it just sent me crazy it didn't scare me this is totally different and also FUCK YOU, GET OFF! You're over the fucking line!

[ PAP SHOOSH NAK DOOF ]

[timeturntable.livejournal.com]

[ AWESOME. Snatching that sharpie, and then pausing for just a moment- ]

Pretty sure the goddamn sharpie didn't make you any more of a crazy bitch than usual.

[ Whuh-oh - is that a smirk? OH BOY VRISKA LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE JUST IN TIME FOR- ]
[ - Dave to quickly draw a black line down your god-tier shirt. ]

[ And then start scribbling at your face. ]

Nah, see - felt like crashing at your place for a while. Make room, because we've got some mooch action going on in here.

[manipul8trix.livejournal.com]

[ OH HELL FUCKING NO ]

[ She's not even acknowledging the facescribbling. At all. YOU TOUCHED THE FUCKING GODHOODIE. NOW YOU DIE. ]

[ ...Or get manipul8ted, either works. ]

Hey, Strider.

[ JUST GONNA SCRIBBLE ALL OVER YOU WHILE YOU'RE UNCONSCIOUS, DUDE ]

[ ALSO YOUR SUIT NOW HAS "COOLDOUCHE" EMBLAZONED ACROSS THE BACK ]

[ IT IS THE HEIGHT OF FASHION, BITCH ]

[timeturntable.livejournal.com]

[ Dave wakes up a few minutes later, completely unaware of the new additions to his outfit. And then he just stares. ]

Seriously? You had to put me to sleep? [ A glance down at his suit, and then- ] Jegus fuck, how hard do you even have to try to fail like that?

[manipul8trix.livejournal.com]

Didn't have to. But why not? D'awww, ickle baby Dave! So helpless. And covered in ink.

[ This is the SWEETEST SMILE. THE SWEETEST AND KINDEST AND NICEST AND MOST ADORABLE. ]

Don't you like it? I thought you loved shitty lame dumb artwork.

[timeturntable.livejournal.com]

[ He takes another moment, looking over his clothing, and then says in the calmest tone of voice- ]

Not talking about the artistry. That's decent, I guess. [ HE AIN'T EVEN MAD. Standing, examining his clothing- ] Was thinking more about the "lovingly watching me sleep" part. Seriously, thought we were supposed to be kismeses, not fucking lovey-dovey heartsprits.

[ Shrug. ] Look, it's just not going to work out if I don't give a shit and you keep cuddling me while I sleep.

[manipul8trix.livejournal.com]

I.

What.

What.

[ WHAT. ]

Fuck. You. Fuck you! Just. Oh my god. Oh my god I actually can't believe you just said that. Okay. Okay! We are getting out of here right the fuck now even if I have to smash your skull to pieces against the walls of this thing to do it.

In fact, I might do that part anyway.

[timeturntable.livejournal.com]

Cool by me. [ Neutral as ever, I see. B| ] And Vris, would you actually do that? You'd fuck up all this art. The Smithsonian would get on your ass for that - hell, the Louvre would weep for the loss of Dave Strider's perfectly-sculpted face.

[manipul8trix.livejournal.com]

VrisKA-- fuck it, I just. The who? I don't know who your weird lamer Earth human people are, okay? God!

But yes. Yes I would. Perfectly sculpted, my bone nook.

[ Gonna just. VERY DELIBERATELY FLICK YOUR NOSE. ]

[ DEADPAN GLARES ALL UP IN HERE. ]

[timeturntable.livejournal.com]

[ Reaaaches out. ]
[ Gets ready to flick- ]
[ -and just stays there, in that position, for a moment before retracting his hand. ]

Nah. Not worth it.

[ And then, just after enough time has passed for that to sink in, he kicks you in the shin. ]



[ Soooooo dreamy. B'] ]

[manipul8trix.livejournal.com]

[ ... ]

...Are you seriouAGH SON OF A BITCH!

[ Hop hop hop OW. ]

Well. Aren't we just the most contemptible little sneak in existence?

[ Ooh mister Strider, ooooh~ <3< ]

[timeturntable.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure, whatever.

[ And with that, Dave reaches out, grabbing at Vriska's collar- ]

We making this hapen or what?

[ -before trying to yank her into a kiss. ]



[ the elevator panel lies completely forgotten. whoops. ]

[manipul8trix.livejournal.com]

[ Momentary flailing oh god ]

Get your gross inky hands off my hoodie, asshmmMmf!

[ AWW YEAH LIPSMUSH. Okay, there are definitely worse ways to spend time in this situation. Yeah!!!!!!!! ]

 

 

[ wait, what elevator panel? ]

[ what elevator? ::::I ]

[timeturntable.livejournal.com]

[ Pretty sure there's no elevator here. Just a mutant, a troll, and furious hatemakeouts. ]

[ Yep. ]