Stuck in an Elevator [IC]

They weren't exactly sure why they chose this route, for the Legion could simply manifest itself to appear at its desired destination. But the urge to feel... "normal" compelled the collective, as they took their much more smaller and familiar human-shaped form to board the next cage lift. After all, they did pay a lovely ticket to this rather local music convention, it was only fair to follow the rules. It grinned as it pressed the button to ascend to the top floor, the gate slowly closing... as a small woman carrying a guitar case scurried to jump into the lift before it closed.

Here they both were and up they both went. The sheer differences between both parties were jarring as convention goers saw the elevator go up. The Legion looked down at the young woman, peering at her convention pass to discover that her name was Kinari. By the looks of it, they concluded that she was a guitarist for a band performance later on. It was intrigued to say something, but considering that it would be a short ride up, they held their urges in.

Until, the cage whiplashed struck the both of them as the lift suddenly stopped. Suspended in midair, the mechanisms controlling the lift seemingly decides to jam and stop working. Indeed, they were (or in this case, mainly Kinari) stuck. The hivemind simply watched as the guitarist buzz the emergency button to no avail. A bit of commotion could be heard from the top of the lift, most likely the maintenance workers attempting to fix the issue.

It seemed like a good time to address and clear the elephant in the room as the Legion caved into it's cursed extroversion. "It seems that we are both in quite the situation, hmm?" It said with a choir of voices. "We will let them do their job. There is nothing wrong with waiting, after all." It grinned at Kinari, giving her all of their attention.

"You appear to have an instrument with you, are you playing a show later today, little one? We'd love to know more, dear." It babbled its curiousity towards her, with a look that would send shivers down one's spine.

This was going to be a long wait, wasn't it...?

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It starts as a mindless elevator ride. And, I mean, what else could've Hraine expected? Elevators are pretty much a daily routine of life: he goes to a building and uses them, and that would be the end of it. At most there may be a delay - perhaps someone persistently keeping the doors open waiting for their late companions to come in. Perhaps a slight hiccup that is resolved in a few seconds. Really, he doesn't pay much attention to whoever else is with him, because this is normal.

Now, the lights completely shutting off, followed by a screeching halt that the robot certainly feels? Now that is a lot more foreboding. Though, from a cursory examination, it's little more than a power cut, and would be easily resolved by the right technicians and with some time to restore the power.

The android blinks up at the emergency lights, and it's his instinct to adjust the peculiar purple flames escaping the top of his head, illuminating the small area that is currently their prison. He spares a glance at the other individual - a rather pretty lady with pale hair, and that is when he finally decides to speak up to her, his other hand stretching towards the emergency button.

"Looks like some kind of power outage. I'll call in the personnel."

It's probably not visible to the girl, Hraine thinks, as he sends in a direct transmission through the communication lines: a rather simple application of his innate abilities. As such, reassuring her is probably the best course to take to avoid a potential panic. With that deed done, he retracts his hand, and he focuses on his internal timekeeping systems, logging a quick alarm within the next thirty minutes.

As much as using his powers overtly isn't ideal, if the people weren't going to be arriving on time to help them out of here, he was going to resort to them. For now, though, he's willing to wait.

He opts to lean back on one of the elevator walls, peering at the lady once again. One of his hands reach into his coat, feeling for a chocolate bar he stores in his pockets: a little treat to give someone else in emergency situations like this, just in case.

"Do you want anything?" he asks, before sighing and shaking his head. "I'm sorry that you have to deal with this, of all things."

Something about elevators was so mundane, yet unnerving at the same time for Cain. It didn't help that he wasn't much a fan of quiet spaces like this. The cabaret manager shot a few quick glances over to the android, involuntarily pulling his head upwards to observe the ceiling. He wasn't afraid of interaction, but rather the danger that may come from elevators.

Well, that rising gut feeling of his was correct, as the elevator suddenly came to an aggressive stop, jostling the two individuals about. On top of that, the lights had flickered off, indicating a complete outage. Despite having some sort of anticipation for a situation like this, he was still unsuspecting of such a violent way for the elevator to stop, almost throwing himself to hold onto a railing on the side of the wall, just barely avoiding a fall. He didn't make a single noise, but a slightly mortified expression that washed over him told more words than he could ever say.

Taking a few seconds to gather his senses, he turns to Hraine, with a worried expression. "Are you alright?" Cain asks, letting go of the railing once he was sure that the car was stable. After getting any sort of response from the android, Cain exhales, craning his head to the button panel next to the doors. Only two buttons were illuminated, one yellow circle and one red; representing an alarm and emergency stop respectively. Other than the soft blue glow of Hraine's flames, it was the only light that allowed him to see a vague outline of his surroundings. "I think it'd be sensible to push the alarm button..." The manager's index finger hovers just in front of the yellow ring, hesitant to press it. "It'll set off an actual alarm too, but it'll send an alert to the staff of this building."

With the end of his explanation, he taps the button, allowing a blaring wooping noise to ring out. Cain perks up at the sudden elevation of noise, the uneasy expression on his face unwavering. He seemed to realize that he'd probably be dealing with this noise for the next half hour or so. "This is probably the best we can do now." Despite his voice being washed out by the alarm, he doesn't opt to raise it. "A lot of deaths involving elevators suddenly stopping are a result of individuals attempting self-rescue." The manager's hand gestures to the elevator doors, before he retracts it to cross his arms. "...Sorry about the noise."

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6s had never been one to enjoy tight areas— let alone elevators in public spaces. It was just him, along with a much taller humanoid in the elevator, and neither of them paid much attention to the other. Fortunately, both of them were headed to the same floor, yet 6s didn’t know what Cain’s business there was, nor did they want to assume. 

Just as the elevator was nearing the halfway point of its’ journey, it stopped. Both 6s and Cain were pushed back ever so slightly by the sudden stop; physics at work. Almost immediately, the object’s breathing fastened, and she grabbed onto the silver rail in a desperate attempt to ground herself. He could feel Cain’s eyes settling on her: though, there wasn’t anything else to look at anyway. 

6s cleared her throat, before pressing the button labeled ‘emergency’ near the door, and keeping her other hand gripped on the rail. They looked up at the human that stood in front of them. “I don’t want to make things awkward for the next thirty minutes or so that we’ll be in here. Regardless, we’ll likely never see each other again after this.” He sits on the cold tile of the elevator. “Can we chat to make the time go by? You don’t seem like you’re enjoying this, either.”

As the object began to speak, Cain was still standing, his back against the rail on the other side, as he had been the entire time. Before 6s spoke again, she laughed, “Okay, let me take a guess. Do you like archaeology?” A nod. “I knew it, anyway…” 6s began rambling, mostly to get their mind off the fact they were stuck in an elevator, and this would be panic inducing if they didn’t have anything to distract themself. 

Suddenly, a voice boomed over the intercom, telling the two that the elevator would begin moving again, and without warning, any second now. 6s stood up, and nodded, as he waited for the momentum to start again. 

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Wow. Elevator music is really good! Dakota was really getting into it, actually. It was just.. so catchy.. It.. lured him... into the elevator.. Can you blame him, really? When you hear a really good song, you can't help but dance! And when you hear some good elevator music, you just gotta go in! Even if theres no reason! In fact, he was enjoying the music so much, he seemed to have blocked out the massive robot standing near the buttons. Dakota felt his eyes widen as the elevator doors closed silently. He was surrounded by beautiful elevator music and a HUGE HUNK OF METAL. 

He stood there, admiring the robot for a while. Probably for a little too long. Honestly it was a little rude. Dakota looked away for a second, awkwardly adjusting his hat and mumbling an ashamed ".. pardon me" 

Hey, this music feels like it's been going on for a little too long. 

Shit. It's one thing to have a short awkward and rude interaction, it's another to be stuck with the person for who knows how long!! Dakota awkwardly glances up at the robot again, his hand moving towards the emergency button on the panel. "So uh-" Dakota starts, as his hand jams the button repeatedly. "I'm Dakota. I ain't mean to be rude.." He glances down at the robot's massive boxing gloves, silently cursing himself for having no self control when it came to music. "You- uh, eat your veggies or what?" He attempted to joke, awkwardly chuckling as he slowly starts putting his entire body weight on the finger pressing the help button. 

Clearly, this wasn't working. But Dakota never gives up. For the next ten minutes, he continues to press the button and attempt small talk. He was slowly calming down too, this guy was chill. If he really had been offended, Dakota was sure he would have been flattened by the boxing gloves the robot sported by now. In fact, he was kind of enjoying the company. His appreciation for the music came back too.

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Cruel irony. Salvador thought he’d given his pursuer the slip when he skidded into the elevator, only to find out that Dakota was already there. Salvador froze. He was a thief, eying and now cornered with a crime-stopper. Shit.
“Welvaren,”  he greeted. “Hallo,” he added as his hand searched the back of the elevator. His fingers reached for the buttons. Shit, shit.  “I got in the wrong elevator. I wanted to take the stairs,” he muttered. His eyes glued to Dakota’s, his fingers still searching for the buttons.
“Nice weather huh? Outside,” he asked the cowboy as his fingers finally found the buttons. He pressed one. But nothing happened.

Sweat started to form on Salvador’s forehead, his hands began to shake. “I like sunny days. Oh yes. Sun is fun,” he continued as his fingers quickly started to press the buttons. ALL the buttons this time, and still the elevator did not move. The doors remained shut.
“I am a normal human being,” Salvador said as he was now ramming on the buttons. “With a job. Hobbies. Not a thief. Nuh-uh, good sir. Not me.” 

Rae wasn't a big fan of fatigue, especially when she just spent almost her all making sure the rest of her squad didn't get their asses absolutely pulverized in the grueling fight against a pissed off Lernaean Hydra that found itself in quite a spot-- atop a 532ft tall skyscraper. Of course, the Olympians couldn't dispatch it themselves because obviously they were too busy partying up in the sky, so they sent their kids to stop it. Like usual.
She pretty much slumped into the elevator the moment the doors opened, repeatedly palming the first floor button until it finally lit up after a few attempts. It was odd enough to have Rae's eyes furrow, knowing very well that the hotel was higher-end, but she was too tired and achy to really dwell on the thought. Moving to lean against the back of the elevator and patch up her wounds, she sort of just glanced over to the shorter blonde that sat on the other end, observing his mustache for a moment with a raised brow. She had no time to greet him, though-- especially not to start a whole conversation on spiffy mustaches, so she glanced away and just sort of shut her eyes to wait for the dropping feeling to end.

It did slow down, but far too fast for them to be on the bottom floor. She sort of tensed up just in time for the recoil from the elevator running out of slack, causing her to crash into the opposite wall with a yelp. The moment she recovered from the shock, she glanced around, the elevator completely pitch black other than the red glow of the emergency button. It didn't budge at all when she started to furiously jump and stop, which caused her to nervously mutter something under her breath. She could see perfectly fine in the dark, but it didn't seem like Salvador seemed to share that superpower-- since, well, he was mortal.
Turning to his form in the dark after repeatedly jamming her finger on the button, Rae could only awkwardly try and figure out something to say. "Well. . uh. . I like the dark. It's nice. The dark is. . cool. Yeah." For a few moments she sat in silence after those words, then she inhaled and turned back to the elevator door. "Fuck. Get me out of here." 
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A business meeting, that was all he'd been here for initially. Though he'd eyed Rae before his entrance into the elevator, he hadn't bothered to speak, instead opting to softly hum alongside the elevator music. Though, behind his rose-tinted glasses, his amethyst eyes had narrowed, even if only slightly, once he'd realized the elevator had come to a complete stop. Had it not been for his execissive amount of patience, perhaps the aberration might have begun to grow irritated at this point. With the elevator having completely stopped, with no way for him...or the stranger within the elevator alongside him, to exit, it was almost surprising that he kept that gentle smile he was always seen wearing. Still quietly humming to himself, he observed his temporary companion who'd been unfortunate enough to be trapped alongside him.

Eventually, he'd spoken up, his voice taking on a calm tone, "Ah...what brought you here?" A simple question. Having nothing to do was something Kaoru always despised above all else, hence an attempt to start a conversation. Though his eyes remained hidden, it was clear he was focused on Rae. He continued to lean against the wall, crossing his arms, as he tapped his foot on the ground. Silence was also something he'd never been fond of. Despite this, his sly grin only widened as he peered at Rae.

Perhaps...he should've taken the stairs, even though he'd have undoubtedly been left out of breath and forced to take multiple breaks on the way up, after all...

Cameron scratched his ear and yawned as the other occupants of the elevator stepped out. He'd stay. All the way up top was his target. Someone else's target was there-- or had been. There was a murder scene on the top floor and he was lucky enough to be one of the few that would have to comb over the entire scene. Great. A whole damn penthouse and he'd have to pick up every single strand of hair.

Only one person came into the elevator. Cameron gave him a half-smile but did a double take. Whoa, that was one pretty guy. No, beautiful-- No, stunning. The longer he looked at him the more there was to admire. He'd seen good lookers before, but there was something so pretty about Kaoru. When he looked over at the officer, Cameron stiffened, then smiled.

"Hi there, my name's Cameron," he introduced. He leaned one hand against the elevator wall. "Sorry for staring. I couldn't help but notice now mesmerizing those eyes were. I could stare at them all day--"

The elevator shuttered to a halt, the lights flickering. Cameron glanced upward and sighed. Divine intervention. He impatiently pressed the help button and explained the situation to the front desk.

Something was off. The elevator just came to a stop, but it was like the air itself had gotten colder. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. The gaze he could feel in the back of his head... Cameron slowly turned to look at Kaoru. A pleasant smile as ever. He gave a curious blink, then returned the smile. "Well, looks like we've got a lot more time together. Maybe I can stare into your eyes all day!"

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PicklePantry 

Valnier was none too pleased by this stupid mechanical contraption. He supposed convenience only ever brought annoyance and turmoil when convenience is ripped away. For a brief moment, he considered kicking the panel with all the buttons but thought against it as he reminded himself of the other person in the elevator. He lowered his leg and placed it down on the ground. Brushing the nonexistent dust from his long coat, tapping something on the inside to release a small burst of cool air. 

"Apologies, officer"

It was a small comment. On the one hand, it was more apologizing to himself for allowing his anger to take hold over something so trivial as a bit of lost time on a day off. But at the same time, Valnier would outrank him in any form of government. A massive difference was between an inquisitor and an officer. Shut up, you old fool; rank does not matter on your days off. Be a kind person for once beyond passing pleasantries.

He cleared his throat, removing the hat from his head to turn his blue eyes on Cameron. He did not smile, but he offered a nod as his own sort of welcoming gesture. "We are to be stuck for some time, it seems, Valnier Reikslot, a pleasure despite the..." He turned his gaze back to the panel. His lip arched as he looked at the shoddy work of whoever built this death trap. "Unpleasant situation. Hopefully to be resolved soon."

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Illanya’s white eyes trail up and down the curious machinery, watching as gears lock in their place, lifting the caged box easily. Magic was more familiar, at least to her, but it wasn’t the first, nor the last mechanical contraption she would ever see.

Even so, she seemed to have similar sentiments as the older man who accompanies her. Distrust. She watches carefully, and her expression only drops when the elevator comes to a stuttering stop. 

Irritation and anger flicker in her glowing eyes, paired with an air of expectation. She wasn’t surprised at all. Illanya turns to Valnier with a snort, crossing her arms as she leans against the side.

“Piece of shit machinery.” Illanya grumbles, rapping a gauntleted hand against the metal of the gate, staring through the bars to the distant ground below.

She stares for a moment longer before turning to Valnier with a hum.

“How long do you suppose it’ll take them to fix it this time? I could always fly us down… but it’ll be best if this all gets sorted out on its own. No need for us to break more than is necessary.” She muses, letting a hand tap against her side.

“Eh, I know your old joints can’t do it, but I’m taking the stairs next time. Maybe I’ll carry you if you really need it, eh?”