Stuck in an Elevator [IC]

Wally was standing outside the elevator door waiting for it to open. Soon enough, with a defeated squeak it did. Nonchalantly he just...Rolled in and stood next to Leviathan. Not exactly invading his personal space quite yet, but he could have afforded to stand a little farther away since nobody else was inside the elevator besides the demon.

There was an idle moment before Wally stretched his arm all the way across the unit from where he was standing to poke the buttons to the floor he needed to go. The elevator shaft was already going down, so it wasn't much issue to be punching in these commands to go to a lower floor on the queue. It remained silent besides the "Whirrrrrrr" of the cables attached to the car. Minutes seemed to stretch for hours and the robot began to rock in place before just full on shimmying in place to the elevator music.

"Do-do-duh-duh-da!" Wally chirped as the car continued it's seemingly eternal descent. Weirdo.

And then the car screeched to a stop, the music grinded to a halt, and the lights went out. Well, at least the boy's eyes worked as substitute lights so it wasn't completely pitch black, but Wally could tell that Leviathan was startled. The robot edged in closer, staring at him with eyes like headlights, definitely invading his personal space now.

"Are you spooked? I give fantastic hugs, mythical creature!" Wally spoke as he snaked his arms around the poor guy several times. More like an unwanted binding instead of a hug.

"We can sit here and share our energy until the repair folks come! I have many stories I could tell to bide the time!"

"So, we're here now, hm?" the aristocrat asked the robot with a grin and tilted head, "I'm not too sure if you work in this particular store, but..." He trailed off so that he could rub the back of his neck, chuckling to himself as he did so. "It's a marvel how far technology has come outside of home, huh?" he quipped with a hearty laugh, "Back where I'm from, they don't really move technology past five decades ago, unless it's convenient! Like... I'm pretty sure most of my contemporaries would be hollering with horror if they saw, you but..." He waved his hand as he added coolly, "I'm not like those. Trust me."

If it weren't for the circumstances they were currently in, Skinner would've been completely thrilled about meeting a robot! The coding, the rivets, the widgets... They all appealed to him, simply because of how formulaic they were. Theory applied perfectly to practice, and there was no need for the convoluted simplifications that were so prevalent in many other fields; in fact, engineers were one of the few people outside the field of psychology that the middle-aged man felt true respect for, and as he stood in front of the robot, he couldn't help but feel... Chirpy.

That wasn't saying much because Skinner was naturally an energetic, vivacious person. Perhaps overly so! That was what his wife had told him shortly before he left the house to get some clothes for them and their daughter, as well as a warning that he better not be late because of an incoming party that was going to happen in a few hours. This warning, in fact, was the only dampener on his jolly nature as he looked over at the floor number to see if - somehow - there was a way he could tell the time.

Putting a hand up to his chin, he couldn't help but utter in midst of the robot's chirping and other miscellaneous noises, "You know... A feature that'd call for help would be really helpful right now..." He huffed to himself before gently tapping his foot against the floor, somehow in tune with the other party. The coincidence made Skinner look over at him and opine, "But I think for now, just talking and getting to know each other would work, don't you think?" He tiled his head. "Though... I heard your model is known to have a lot of stories in your memory? Is that true? I remember reading a manual about it once-"

He promptly interrupted himself with a fit of laughter. Weird and somewhat rude, but at least he wasn't doing it to anyone else?

"That asides, I believe that one can take their time," he teased while maintaining his grin, "It's only a matter of when they find us, not if..." Though, Skinner thought with a slightly furrowed brow, I can't really afford to have another argument with my wife... Not when I'm carrying all these outfits with me!

oh heck.... time for a follow-up........ the saga continues.

"Op, op, op! Hold that door just a moment longer!" As the elevator doors slowly closed, a cane burst forth to block it from closing fully. Sensing a presence between them, the doors opened back up to reveal a familiar masked man. He perked at the lonely occupant. "Ah! My dear friend Skinner! What a delightful surprise!" He stepped in, grumbling something about his bad legs, then looked at which floor was the destination. "A man of fine taste! We seem to be going to the same floor! How wonderful!"
Uninterrupted now, the elevator doors closed and began to ascend to its destination... only to shake into a complete halt!
"Egads! What a terrible thing to happen!" Kul despaired. He moved towards the buttons and muttered something to himself. The glowing red chest piece began to animate, with coding seeming to flash against it as it spoke about fixing the problem. "There we are! This piece on my chest is a computer, you see. I didn't even know that when I bought it, you know! I just thought it looked very fitting for a motivational speaker. Do you agree?" He turned to face Skinner. "It shouldn't be more than five minutes. Ah! By the way! I met your wife the other day! Brown, was it? Yes, well, she gave me quite the stink eye when I mentioned rocks and fossils. It's all right, I'm sure I deserved it! I must say, I like her. She's very sassy. If she can hone that I'm sure she'd be the life of the party!"

Hmm? Was someone trying to get into the elevator? Kul craned his neck to see if he should open the doors, but suddenly found himself pinned against the wall! "Goodness!" he exclaimed. "What an entrance! Worthy of the Olympics, I dare say!" Now that he got a good look at the man - and more because he had no choice - he was rather bulky, wasn't he! And that outfit... Was he a... superhero? Kul felt his mouth suddenly turn dry. This man wasn't here because of him, was he...?
The lights went out, and the man spoke again. Ah, well that answered his question.
"No, not a hero- not necessarily," Kul explained once he was able to roam around, moving to the control panel. Again with this, huh? Maybe he should send a complaint to the office manager here? Would they listen? Should he do this himself? Well, regardless, his computer would take care of it. "I do want to make the world a better place, but my goals are, ah, bigger than the local superheroes'. Because of that I can't just put all my work down when a bank gets robbed!" And there were times when he was the one robbing the bank! Although Kul had to admit, he was curious as to what could have happened to make this man so spiteful towards heroes. Maybe he'd be willing to join his cause...?
At the mention of breaking out, Kul, who had his back to Power Guize, merely chuckled. "No need to fret! My chest pieces is a comp- Oh?!" He felt arms around him and looked back and forth between the control panel and Power Guize frantically. Next thing he knew, the door was kicked down and they were out! But he wasn't let go! Kul felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. "I'm afraid you're mistaking our roles in this-!" He felt like he was being treated like a damsel distress. He was usually the one to help the damsels, not be one!

Power Guize rushes in last split second the elevator door closes. He rams into Kul when he dashed in, but attempts to stops himself. Pinning the cult organization leader against the wall in an awkward position, two of his hands out stopping himself from hitting the wall and Kul in between his two arms. While in that position, Power Guize smiles at Leder. "Well hello there mysterious stranger." A chuckle sneaked out. Just then the elevator lights go off and it stops. The ex hero finally takes his arms away, making way for Kul to move about. He looks back at the speaker. "Did I just break this elevator? Or was that all you with the night magic. You look like a mage. But you certainly don't look like a disgusting hero." He chuckles again. Trying to be so smooth and charming with Kul T Leder. Power Geyeser was somehow trying to impress the leader. He didn't know what overcame him to do so, perhaps it was the leader's alluring presence, his villain vibe, or something else...
"Seeing that you don't really look like a hero. And I don't like heroes. Let's just break out of this elevator." And again, another chuckle. Each trying to be more charming than the next. Power Guize wraps his arms Kul T Leder's waist and kicks open the elevator door with great strength. The metal parts in pieces. The ex hero gentle wisk Kul up and flies them out of the elevator.

Unbelievable! This cat like creature just tossing jokes at him left and right. And he was stuck in the elevator. Power Guize does an eye roll and turns his face away from Rin. As humorous and as funny as the jokes were. The ex hero did not think it so. He lacked humor and took things very serious. THEN she mentions that he was 'kicked out' of the league. That just pissed him off even more! He huffed and returns his face the other direction. PURPOSELY showing his discomfort in the alien's presence. Power Guize felt like the kitty was just making fun of him at this point. Like he wasn't good enough! Or was a loser! Those were the thoughts that ran through his mind. He crossed his arms and look the other way. He was so bitter, he refused to do anything. Even though getting out the of stuck elevator would benefit the both of them. He chose to be sour and did not a single thing.

(KEKKEKEK EATING STEROIDS & POWER FOUNTAIN... HAHHAAHA!!!! *DIES* RIN I LOVE YOU!!)

Being stuck in an elevator with Manslaughter was already a horrific situation to be in, but do you want to know what made this particular moment even worse?

Rin was a cat.

The girl scurried down the corridor of the office building, fleeing from unseen voice. It didn't go unheard, however, as down the hall a man could be heard screaming and cursing. She careened around the corner and bolted for the elevator, and upon reaching it, she jammed her grubby fingers into the buttons, desperately trying to open the doors. The moment they started to slid open, she launched herself into the elevator, nearly slamming her face into the doors as she was just in too much of a hurry. She had places to be. Things to steal. People to flee from.

The girl whipped around, seeing the man round the corner and rush down the hall after her, but it was too late. She was gone. "Take that you stupid bitch!" she shrieked, "Bet you fucking lick ass-- OH MY GOD!"

She hadn't noticed Rin up until this point. She thought she was alone in this little confined space, but apparently not. There was a kitty! A cute little kitty... thing... with horns and sparkles... She looked like a weird demon from an album cover, too, which Manslaughter found also appealing. It didn't even matter that the creature was only a few inches shorter than her, and was also bipedal. Her heart grew ten sizes that day, as she turned towards the gogin. There was a long silence, before she drew in a sharp, high-pitched breath, and then squealed.

"Oh my God!" she cried, "Oh my God! S'a kitty! Oh my God." Ma, there's a weird fucking cat outside.

She scuttled towards Rin. She held out her arms in an attempt to latch onto the poor creature, then tried to lift her up, cradling her hindlegs as much as she possibly could, even if Rin was trying to get the fuck away.

"I always wanted a kitty!" she squeaked, "You're my kitty, now! I'm gonna name you Piss Stain!"

It's okay, Rin. The doors will open soon. You will be free.

Markal waited patiently for the elevator to arrive. He hadn't been in that much of a rush to get anywhere, having since finished all of his classes for the day. Once the elevator came to his stop he stepped inside. It was only once he'd got inside and the elevator began its descent that he noticed the small, masked child accompanying him.

Markal kneels down a bit to reach Manslaughter's height. "Oh uh... Hello, young one. It uh... seems you're riding the elevator alone. Did you lose your parents somewhere, dear?" Markal was quite concerned that there was an unaccompanied child alone in an elevator all by themselves. Not to mention the matted, dirty hair and grime-covered clothing.. Perhaps he should maybe call the police.. this child is clearly either neglected or has been wandering around by themselves for a long time.

Suddenly, the lights in the elevator flicker out. Markal can hear the elevator itself rumble to a stop as the cheery elevator music cuts out. Well shit. He takes out his phone and turns on the flashlight mode. At least you have a light source for a little while! This is definitely awkward. You kind of wish you took the stairs instead of getting stuck on an elevator with a dirty small child, but so be it.

"Well gosh... uh... guess I'm staying with you a little while longer, aren't I? hahaha..." Markal lets out an awkward chuckle and scratches behind his head. Well.. guess your plans are changing for tonight!

Nanachi stared at the elevator doors nervously as she exhaled sharply. Oh dear, now that was something totally unplanned and inconvenient. By the nurse's calculations, she should've already been on her way back to the hospital...to the dearest person in her life, but instead she was there, trapped in that metal box with a...vampire? Well, the guy had those distinguish vampiric fangs and (such irritating) glowing eyes, so it was only natural for Nanachi to guess him to be one. Not like she really cared who that unfortunate person was. Vampire or not, she just wanted to get out as soon as possible. Nanachi sighed again, more tired that time, and finally put the bags she had been holding all that time on the floor, careful not to break anything inside. All those things were essential for the nurse's current 'research' and cost her a small fortune, it would be a total disaster  if anything were to break! Another sigh, accompanied by Nanachi's  left leg tapping nervously this time. "What an unfrtunate turn of events, isn't it huh?" She finally decided to adress the vampire. A small talk was better than a nervous silence after all.

Tento's fleeting chance at having a corporeal form in this world - his friendly form, no less - was being wasted by trying to catch an elevator. He extended a limb down to the floor just to mime out foot tapping as he waited for the chime.

When the doors opened, he couldn't be more excited, hurriedly floating through the doors without taking much notice as to who was there. He selected the top floor's button with a POP, and wiggled in place as the doors closed. The trundling of the elevator along its hinky pulley shuddered to a stop alarmingly quickly, and Tento found himself looking around frantically to see if there was any cause, his eye coming to rest on a very... pink woman.

He had seen Nanachi before through his dimensional peepholes, but only glimpses - they were through the patterns of blood on her operating tables, and he knew she liked poking around in things' guts and seeing what made them tick. He was intrigued.

"WELL WELL WELL! HERE WE HAVE A NICE LITTLE NURSE." His voice boomed and echoed in the small elevator. "ALL KINDS OF CREATURES HAVE BEEN ON YOUR CHOPPING BLOCK. HOW'D YOU LIKE TO INVESTIGATE A TRANS-UNIVERSAL GOAT SQUID GUY?"

Tento spread out his limbs and stretched as far as he could for the best, most intimidating effect. He was just teasing, of course - his delicate projected form would probably just pop into stardust if she tried to cut into him, but he still liked to have fun around here. Hopefully this would turn into something more interesting than a press of the call button.

(Can I say. I love Tento what a fun character omg.)

Had he taken an elevator that lead them back down into the depths of hell? Hell hadn't had elevators for a good century, last he remembered. Stepping into an elevator along with a giant floating eyeball of the lovecraftian-horror variety was one thing, but it was another to feel the heavy shake and steely sudden silence of their transportation coming to a full stop without any sign of the doors opening. Salence's crossed arms drop to his sides.

Wonderful. A few taps of the elevators buttons and it was clear as day to see they were stuck in here until further notice. Love it. He had a meeting to get to, you know.

For a moment, Salence's upper lip raises in impatient disgust. How inconvenient, and with this gelatinous Shuma-Gorath looking creature just floating along beside him at that. Conversation was less than preferable, but he'd rather talk than sit in uncomfortable silence and risk a fight with this.. thing. 

"You're not a hellion." He states, more as an outloud confirmation than a question. "What bring you to our little neck of the universe? Don't tell me you're going to try and take over? I'm afraid that's a stereotype that's been beaten into the ground." His disgust quickly shifts into an amused smirk, brows raised on his head. He turns to look more directly at his floating companion.

His tail flicks, and suddenly pale hands are reaching up to pull gently at some of the .. honestly kind of cute purple tentacles that flared from Tento's body much like a flower. Fascinating, they're quite corperal. The magic presence he could sense though, hoo boy. His eyes flicker, this could be useful to him.

"Would you mind if I asked you a few more questions?"

The elevator shuddered and the lights flickered as it painfully came to a stop. God, Sunday hated elevators. Well, Sunday hated most things. Swearing under his breath, he kicked the shiny metal doors in a futile effort to open them. Perhaps if he channeled enough anger into the kick, the elevator would bend to his will and continue moving up. After a few kicks, the frustration drained out of Sunday and was replaced with apathy. Glancing around the small box, he noticed there wasn't an emergency phone to call. However perhaps most importantly, he noticed a pair of striking red sclera watching him from the corner of the elevator. A shudder ran through him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what felt... off.

"So, we're stuck in this box together, huh?" Sunday leaned back against the far wall and slid down to sit comfortably on the ground. Receiving no answer from the stranger, he continued to speak. "Quiet type, I get it. The least you could do is entertain me with some conversation though. We are stuck in here together." Sunday once again turned his gaze back onto the stranger. Squinting as his eyes adjusted to the dark, he soaked in the appearance of the man next to him.

"Another demon? Weird. I've never seen you around here before." Sunday smirked, hoping the dark would conceal his expression. Though he knew in the back of his mind, the demon before him had taken one look at him and known all the thoughts floating around in his head. "I know all the demons in town, and I definitely don't recognize you." Pausing, Sunday sniffed the air. Was that cologne?

"Aw gross, cologne? You should be more considerate to the people around you. You smell like you just cut down a whole forest." The red sclera narrowed, and another shudder ran down Sunday's back. But Sunday was never the type to back down. "Seriously dude, how much money did you spend on that shit? I'm embarrassed for you." Instantly, the small room felt like it had dropped 10 degrees in temperature. Sunday felt goosebumps on his arms, and he soon realized it wasn't from the cold. Nervously surveying the stranger, who seemed unaffected by the drop in temperature, he chuckled nervously.

"Tough crowd, huh?"

This was going to be an unfortunate occurrence, though more for Johnson than for anyone else.

He had been minding his own business, riding down the elevator with someone (though he didn't really turn to see whom it was) when the device screeched to a halt. The noise caused him to hiss in pain as he leaned back against the wall for a few seconds, clenching his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut as he waited for that to get done with... Then it was silent, except for the not-really-muffled cursing that likely came from his fellow elevator rider. Johnson suddenly swung his eyes open and started to look at just whom was speaking such words in the first place.

As he now regarded the demon stuck in the elevator with him, he cared less about the species and more about his outfit... And his presumed career as a result. He felt his blood freezing as he backed himself against the wall. Though he didn't really look like the job (thanks to the stocking and glove), the other party came off as a nurse to the older man, who didn't appreciate that one bit. Not only did he find medical professionals useless to the problem at hand, but the thought of dying while plagued by his own conscience was... A bit harrowing.

The man thought he lacked one, partially because he bragged about it and partially because everyone else told him that when he did so. Yet as he listened to the demon yell profane language at the halted elevator for making him stuck with some "dingy old man," he just sighed and thought, Maybe I do have one. Unfortunately, unlike the Grinch, Johnson had no intent to redeem himself in these presumed last moments - nor did he actually do so; he found the discovery quite terrifying, but why exactly? He wrung his hands trying to figure it out, but it wasn't long before he perked up.

"You're not one of the nurses who worked at that one clinic, huh?" he piqued in, "Maybe you'd have an experience with technology or something, operating those machines and all that." His voice jeered ever so slightly, though it was surprisingly mellow given how acidic the aristocrat could truly be when provoked. "I could help, but honestly, I don't think I'd be that helpful. I'm pretty old, after all." Never mind, he was being an asshole again. Johnson let out a harsh sniff before turning away from his forced companion in disgust. That smirk was starting to grate upon him, for it carried an arrogance that Johnson didn't think it was possible for a supposed professional to have until now; if he was already suspicious of them beforehand, it was certainly heightened now.

"So good luck with that, sir. Tell me when that thing is fixed, or when some of those professionals get down here and help us-" He stopped for a second and covered a hand over his mouth. Oh no. Then he continued with a more muffled volume, "I believe I used the wrong word here. Maybe... Technicians... Yes, I hope that 'call for help' button didn't malfunction. It'd be a real shame if that happened..."

The last part of his taunt was uttered more out of resignation than anything else, and he soon found himself leaning his forehead against the wall, just waiting for... Whatever was going to happen next. Johnson didn't know that, and for once, he didn't want to know.

OUCH. A FOLLOW-UP. Johnson just wants to not get his ass kicked by his friend for once.