Handcuffed in an Elevator of Forced Honesty

[theuserabides]

Choosing is hard, so instead, you're getting three memes for the price of one:

HANDCUFFED IN AN ELEVATOR OF FORCED HONESTY
Surely you know how this works by now. You're stuck, and there's nothing to do but ride it out. Why do these things keep happening to you? What things? Read on.
1. Handcuffed!
➝	Congratulations, you're now handcuffed to someone. Maybe your best friend, maybe your worst enemy. And those handcuffs are proving awfully hard to get out of, no matter how strong, sneaky, or shapeshifter-y you are.
2. Trapped in an Elevator!
➝	The stupid thing was working when you got into it, but now it's stopped moving, and even pounding on the buttons and yelling has no effect. You're just going to have to talk to/fight/murder/make out with whoever's stuck in there with you.
3. Forced Honesty!
➝	This sudden compulsion to tell the truth you've found yourself experiencing could become very inconvenient if the wrong person were to ask you the right question. Or the right person were to ask you the wrong one...
Choose your poison and put it in the subject line. Or, if you can't decide, let Fortuna choose for you. Go to random.org and generate a number between 1 and 4. Why 4? Because 4 is handcuffed in an elevator of forced honesty, of course. PS. You can always cheat on your die roll.

Comments

HAHAHA oh god XD

[whatever_it_takes]

[Oh, what the everloving -- She just stands stock still for a moment, scrutinizing him quietly from behind her visor. He wasn't a Freelancer, that was for damn sure. At the very least, she didn't think he was DAMMIT TEXAS]

[Then she gives her handcuffed arm a jerk to halt his movements.]

Name, now. What's your affiliation?

jesus take the wheel.

[scorpiowned]

(THE RUDEST... she could have just asked him to stop moving like a normal person, but no, she's got to nearly yank him over. apparently this bitch went to tex's school of manners.) Ow!! You're going to pull it off!

(BLOOBLOOBLOO. he's too butthurt and stupid to effectively answer questions, what do you want from him.) What? Grif, and— (wait. wait, grif. think about this. blue stranger danger...

she's rewarded with a long silence, a blank stare, and then finally, an idiot lying his fat ass off.) I'm a Blue.

hopefully Jesus is a better driver then Maine

[whatever_it_takes]

[Bitch Please, Carolina topped that school of charm before Texas was even a student. :| So what if Tex is a bigger bitch then her DAMMIT TEXAS]

A blue. [She just repeats him, deadpan. So he knew about the blue army, which made him a simulation trooper, and judging by the orangy-yellowish (trollface) hue of his armor, she was going to hazard a guess that he wasn't, in fact, a blue. She's also willing to guess that he doesn't know she's technically not a blue.] And what if I were to actually believe this?

let us pray...

[scorpiowned]

(you don't know his life!) Then we'd be cool? (right? right?? same team? best friends? best friends who don't hurt each other?)

Oh Lord, who Art The Director, Horrid be thy name ...

[whatever_it_takes]

[Carolina crosses her arms and tilts her head in consideration.] And what if I didn't believe a word of it?

that's all you boo, imma go sit in this canyon.

[scorpiowned]

(hey. hey. hey. you're making his arm dangle in midair. just in case she didn't clue in on that, he'll wiggle his arm...) Then we wouldn't be cool, and it would ruin my day?

[whatever_it_takes]

[Oh yeah, she was well aware this was going to inconvenience him. It's probably intentional, too, as his arm-wiggling doesn't seem to make her want to move any.]

So, if I believe you're a blue, then this, [She gives the chain a jerk] Must just be some sort of team-building excersize and we should leave it in place, and if I don't believe you, I could trade you your freedom for information. [She glances off to the side and gives a little hmmm, like she'd just been thinking aloud.]

[scorpiowned]

(after a few seconds of wiggling and vague hand flopping, his arm goes limp. deal with dead weight then! he's got to figure out where to go from here. not sure if trap...) Information? (THE MOST EPIC OF ALL FROWNY FACES, too bad she can't see it.)

[whatever_it_takes]

[Okay she is not going to put up with that dead weight. She's snapping to attention if just to jar him.] Information, soldier. Intel, plans. projects, secret missions. Whereabouts of superiors, that sort of thing.

[A calculated pause, and then she's tipping her helmet at him and swinging arm arm slightly. Threateningly.] But, since you're a blue and I'm a blue, this is obviously a training session and therefore, we're in it for the long haul. I say we start it off with a ten mile jog.

[scorpiowned]

(oh my god. oh my god. he's going to hyperventilate just thinking about it. he has to save his own ass!) I can't, I tore my TLC!

[whatever_it_takes]

[YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING HER. :| ]

[Well, two can play at this game.] It's a good thing you don't need your TLC to run then, ins't it? In fact, it's better that you did tear it, because I can't see it being any use whatsoever. [Jerking on the handcuff.] Come on.