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

[weareallalive]

You've done this before?

[It swivels two of its eyes to follow her gaze. The ceiling? Oh! The Ceiling!]

Well gosh, that makes this easy.

[You know that unmistakable sound of a robot about to fire its guns?]

[brbvirmire]

[Ashley ducks.]

Wait a second, what are you-

[weareallalive]

[BRB UNLOADING AN ENTIRE CLIP INTO THE CEILING!

Goddamn, look at the size of that hole. That's quality for you. Sorry about the eardrums, squishy all-natural human.]

Hooray! Now we can climb out.

[brbvirmire]

[They're probably reinforced. Alliance soldiers aren't all natural. Even so, she sounds a little dazed.]

Yeah. Give me a boost?

[weareallalive]

Oh, sure. Climb aboard!

[It's limited space but it extends a leg for a makeshift stepladder. The elevator creaks warningly, unaccustomed to gunfire, tanks, and all this mucking about with weight-distribution.]

Uhhh....you better hurry up, though...