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

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

[ NOPE THAT'S ABOUT RIGHT and he's so very dubious about this idea, Emile. ]

Just don't fucking drop me.

[ He grabs Emile's hand and waits to be hauled up. All 100 lbs of him.

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[Dude you're lighter than a plasma launcher, and half of that's hair. That is, Emile pulls him up in one swift, smooth move and helps him stand on top of the elevator.

The nearest doors are only about ten feet up.]

Got any rope, or should we jump it?

[YEAH, HE SAID "WE".]

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

[ STARING. ]

...you're kidding, right?

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[Emile makes a Spartan gesture O'Brien wouldn't recognize (the equivalent of a silent "ROFL NO") and then tilts his head to one side.]

So no rope.

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

Yeah no, I must've left all my rappelling gear in my other armor.

[ fuuuuuuuuuuuck ]

...I can't make that. Even if I stood on your shoulders and jumped and managed to get up there, I wouldn't be able to pull you up.

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[Where's a jetpack when you need one? Emile considers for a moment, silently calculating the length of the elevator-roof.]

Think you could hold onto my back?

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

...

Are you crazy?! You're gonna try to jump that with me hanging off your armor?

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[Emile laughs aloud. Being crazy is a part of the Spartan job description, yo.]

Unless you been hittin' the donuts, I can make it with three feet extra clearance.

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

But--

[ h-he'll have to drape himself all over your back Emile HE IS UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS ]

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[He's wearing like 700 pounds of armor, dude, you're not going to accidentally grope him.]

It's either that or wait here till I get back.

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

No.

[ LFKJSLFJ NO DON'T LEAVE HIM HERE ok he can man up and do this.

SUPER AWKWARDLY JUMPING ON EMILE'S BACK AND ARMS AROUND HIS NECK, GO. ]

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[IT IS THE THICKEST NECK YOU WILL PROBABLY EVER GRAB. Once O'Brien's on securely, Emile backs over to the far edge of the elevator, sprints across, and makes a flying leap for the ledge nearest the doors.

He makes it easily, slamming into the wall (grip tight for that shield flare) and digging his fingers in for purchase.]

All right. Now hang on while I get these open.

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

[ IT'S COOL HE'LL JUST. DANGLE OVER THE ELEVATOR SHAFT AND CLING FOR DEAR LIFE. ]

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[Yeah these doors are a piece of cake, not even military reinforced. He's able to slide them open with minimal effort and finally jumps through, kneeling down so O'Brien's feet touch the ground.]

There. Piece of cake.

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

[ n-not looking and not letting go. ]

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[pft]

Private. Solid ground.

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

O-oh.

[ lmfao slides down his back so retardedly.

Also might be blushing furiously. ]

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[He smirks a little, but it's inside his helmet.]

Next time we take the stairs.

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Next time.

[ lol avoiding eye contact letusneverspeakofthisagain ]