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]

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. ]