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

[chozobloodrites.livejournal.com]

Alloys stronger than anything man could have dreamed of making, resistance to heat up to 1,500 degrees Fahrenheit, capable of withstanding up to 10,000 pounds per square inch of pressure, self-replenishing ammo source, physical monitoring more precise than you can find at the most state-of-the-art Federation Hospitals, and a choice of "lavender fields" or "warm laundry" air freshener.



Not bullshit.

[timeturntable.livejournal.com]

Okay, see, asking you about tech specs was basically the complete opposite of what I was doing there. But hey, feel free to keep talking if that's what gets you off. Pretty good at tuning that shit out.

[ He watches with an aura of complete disinterest as she breaks into the wires, and then- ]

You know how to deal with that shit?

[chozobloodrites.livejournal.com]

No.



But I'm doing something.

[timeturntable.livejournal.com]

Aight. Cool by me. Worst case scenario, you pick the wrong wire and the bomb explodes. But hey, good thing we've got your magical dream alloy to take the blast, right?

[ ASSHOLE. ]

[chozobloodrites.livejournal.com]

The scenario you're presenting is illogical. The main brakes fail and the emergency brakes kick in or the door opens. This is an elevator not a warzone.

[timeturntable.livejournal.com]

Yeah, see, that's what you say now. Next thing you know, some crazy AI bitch is on us for "wanton property destruction" or some shit, and then I've got an alien lawyer trying to slit my throat and drink my blood from a wine glass.

[ And the best part is, this is the first actually plausible scenario he's mentioned this entire time. ]

But hey, nothing to worry about. Keep on trucking, oh bravest of space soldiers. Not really the average coolkid civilian's place to ask questions, right?