Stuck in an Elevator [IC]

Alex after a long tiring day, another failed investigation and mission to find his brother's murderer. After all he knew himself there was no way finding him but he still had his hopes. Perhaps there is still a small chance of successing, he heard rumers that a murdere with the same killing patterns like the one he is chasing after is living nearby. 

But instead of getting any clue he ended up getting drunk like there's no tomorrow on a local bar til it was night, even though he sobered up for the most part he still slightly tipsy, it's not obvious from the first glance, no he was good hiding it under a mask. 

As he pressed the elevator button, he rubbed his temper with his other hand feeling already the hangover , giving a glance on the number on top of the elevator. Getting already inpatient, as he was tapping his foot on the floor till the elevator door opened, as he rushed to get inside he bumped shoulder with someone he was unaware of. Giving him a quick "sorry", he walked inside, without asking or caring which floor the other was heading of, he pressed the button of the top floor. He pressed his back on the elevator corner, he preferred to keep a distance between any person he meet for the first time and would never seen again. Tipping his hat forward towards his face, he proceeded to snatch a pack of cigarettes from his pocket to check if he had enough to smoke when he would get finally to his apartment, a realization hit him that he forgot to buy a new pack as the old back had only a few cigarettes. 

Alex felt like a eternity has passen, perhaps it was the effects of the alcohol, a sudden sound brought him out of his thoughts. Suddenly the elevator stopped abruptly with the lights flicking on for a few moments, groaning he cursed under his breath. He didn't have time for this, he had a little patience left, he decided to glance for the very first time the other person he was stuck with. He normally wouldn't start a conversation with a stranger and wouldn't on their part start any respecting him, when they get a vibe he isn't in a mood for any of that. 

Feeling akward, he decided to break the silence that had fell upon them. 

"So, do you like guns?" he mentally slapped himself, thinking 'what a great start of a conversation' "Uhh,i mean they are great and all. You can't use them without any training, or without any license you know hehe" great he made it even worse. He heard the other laughing awkwardly, he shut his mouth wishing this was already over. 

Alex couldn't hold his mouth shut he decided it was a good idea to continue stupidly talking again making it more awkward. 

"So your not the talking type, huh? Well I mean what you talk about with a stranger but it's not like we have another choice to begin with..uhhh"thats it he wanted to die, he couldn't keep his irritating mouth shut to keep himself getting any more humiliated, he persistently started looking on the various of buttons on the elevator like it was the most interesting thing. 

He heard a sudden beep meaning the elevator was working again. He rushed to press any random button to the nearest floor, as the door was opening he said"Oh silly me, i much be too drunk, this is my actual floor hahaha"he said and he flew off to climb the stairs instead going with the elevator, he didn't have any face anymore to face anyone right now.... 

The elevator just had to get stuck of all days. Benjamin just wanted to try getting on the lift since it had been a while since he took one. There really was no reason for him to take it other than for enjoyment. 

He lifted his head to stare at the man across from him, who looked to be just as confused as he was. To be quite frank, the man looked like the type to tell Ben to buzz off or just flat-out ignore him if words were to spill out of his mouth, but the vampire shrugged it off since there was nothing to do. Besides, the silence was starting to get awkward and who knew when the damn machine would start working again? 

"Haven't got a clue why it decided to stop of all days." He leaned against the handrails. "Maybe one of us has got bad luck." Ben snickered. "Sorry mate, but it looks like you're stuck with me." The way he spoke was as if he was telling Alex that he'd lost the lottery. He glanced upwards, looking at both his and Alex's reflection on the metallic ceiling. Honestly, this would have been the perfect moment to drain a person dry of blood, but  the vampire didn't feel like starting up trouble in such a small area. It wasn't as exciting as chasing someone down in the streets. He glanced over at the man again, only this time, his eyes landed on his hat.

"Nice hat. Kind of reminds me of one of those hats from old cowboy films." He chuckled, but something was missing in his laugh. As soon as he made that comment, there was a sudden melodic 'ding', indicating the elevator was moving again. It stopped them on the 5th floor, where Benny intended on stopping from the beginning. As he walked out completely away from the lift, he turned his head to glance at Alex. "By the way, you should spit out that cigarette. Not very sexy." 

With a sly smile, he waved in a subtle manner as the elevator doors shut before their eyes.

Hm, he surely wasn't expecting to see the king, his loyal highness to take the lift. As En began talking about his daughter, Benny just stood casually and listened. The whole time, he just glanced sideways to the man beside him, amused by the slight hostility added to his tone. Benjamin guessed it wasn't normal to see the king like this. After all, he'd heard people describing him as a kind, gentle individual, while some described him as harmless. 

Well he sure didn't seem like that in his eyes.

Once the lights flickered, he looked up at the ceiling as well. Benny disregarded the fact they were stuck in the elevator. Just the two of them. Alone. "Oh, you're curious?" He asked with obvious amusement in his voice. "Ah, it's not much, but I like long walks on the beach, going to the movies, and snuggling all night long. Do you think she'll like that?" 

Just as the doors to the elevator nearly came to a close, a large hand jut out to grab one, triggering their sensors and pulling them back. On the other end was Ennette's father, smiling warmly. "Ha! Looks like I made it just in time," he chuckled as he stepped in. He turned to face the doors as they closed, but first made sure to stand right. Besides. Benny.
It was a quiet ride, with the music not even playing. "So," the king broke the silence. "Ennette's taken a liking to you, huh? That's good, that's good..." his voice drifted back into silence. There was something in his tone, something undetectable but still obvious that the smile he continued to wear wasn't exactly honest.
"I don't mind my daughter having crushes on whoever, but when it's someone that doesn't have her best interest at heart--"
The elevator shuddered to a stop.
"--well, I'm not a fan."
The king's true nature came out. It was clear from the very start he didn't like Benny, but tolerated him for Ennette's sake. But there was something about that man he didn't trust. It went beyond the smug smirk and the rebellious attitude. There was something vicious about him, something hungry, and En didn't like it a single bit.
The lights flickered. He glanced up at them. "Look at that. Guess the elevator's out of order. We'll be stuck here for some time." He looked over at Benny and smiled once again. "So. Why don't you tell me all about yourself?"

Like any time En had to travel, it was for diplomatic reasons. Or well, he was staying here before continuing his journey to the actual country he had meetings with. He didn't hate it, though it could wear on him. But he had to admit, the city here was charming. He was busy staring at it through the glass walls when he noticed the elevator stop to pick up another passenger, turning to see a young woman step in. The first thing he noticed was her bow; it was rather big, but cute. Maybe I should get one for Ennette, he thought to himself. This lady also seemed to be dressed as a maid. Perhaps on her way to work?
Well, by the way the elevator stopped, maybe not.
He watched her fidget with the control panel before retreating back to the wall, defeated. He couldn't help but smile in pity over the poor woman, though he perked when she asked him about the scenery. "Oh yes, it's nice. I've only been here for a day, but I think it's charming," he said while following her gaze to the city. "What about you?" He felt his gaze go back to her when he noticed her tone, then the line she muttered under her breath.
"Ah, it's not quite my place," he started awkwardly. "But are you overwhelmed by the city? It's okay if you are. I kept getting frustrated and confused when I traveled back when I was younger, and when I got promoted to my current job I was just as overwhelmed. A lot of it was terrifying to me when it all first happened, but it was a... a good fear, if that makes sense? I knew these things had to happen, so I faced them head on. I'd like to think it's been for the best," he chuckled. "It might not even match your situation, but what I'm trying to say is that I think things will be better than you think. If not, well, my kingdom would always welcome you!"

"Tsk, tsk. How unlucky," Philomena chuffed as she leaned against the wall. She crossed her arms, pouting at Aura.

"What's with the get-up? Got some fancy event you have to attend? I'm just—" Philomena paused to tug on her hood.

"I was going to do some shopping. I needed to update my wardrobe." As she completed her sentence, Philomena stepped over to the young maid. After she sniffed, she shoved her hands in her hoodie's pockets. She smiled upon finding her hairtie, then she reached over to the human's hair. She gently pulled it together before separating it into two sections.

"Do you...like braids? Don't tell anyone who did your hair, just say that you did it yourself," Philomena stated, her smile becoming more prominent as she began to style it.

"I really need to work on more stuff like this. It's just—it's so satisfying."

Grace's eyes widened as soon as the elevator stopped. "Oh no, oh no, oh no...!" It's not like she had somewhere to be - thankfully, this time, she was only window shopping - but she couldn't help but have a feeling of worry everytime something unfortunate happened to her; it was as if she'd be late to a nonexistent event.

The worse part, however, was that this was her first time getting stuck in an elevator, so she didn't know what she should be doing. Should she shout and ask for help? Or wait for someone? Was she going to be stuck there forever?

The teacher quickly turned around in a bit of a panic, attempting to see if there was some way she could ask for help, and spotted a wolfdog standing at the other side of the elevator. Grace blinked a few times - she shouldn't be surprised she hadn't noticed the stranger before, scatterbrained as she was, but she was glad there was someone else in there with her. With a sigh of relief, the teacher started calming down a bit.

"Ah... Hello!" Grace smiled, attempting to start a conversation; she was trying to act and speak as calmly as she possibly could. "I'm Grace, what is your name?"

"I like your hair, it's very pretty! I wish my hair was pretty too, but I always end waking up late and barely have time to get ready. My hair ends up looking like a bird's nest at the end of the day, so it's no use trying to comb it..." She laughed quietly, playing with her hair.

"Hm... Miss, I'm sorry if this is an awkward question, but, I've never been in this situation before... What am I supposed to do?" she confessed, "I must admit I'm afraid..." 

It would've been funny if Johnson was involved with cats in one way or another, just because then a cheap "cats vs. dogs" metaphor could've been made, but... Alas... Johnson was a fucking edgelord and didn't really care all that much about animals... Much to the dismay of his friend, who was a total animal maniac! She was associated with a canine and obsessed with cats... They were essentially a dynamic made in hell considering that one was part of law enforcement and the other was an accused murderer, but...

You also want to know what was an arrangement made in hell (no pun intended)? This one. This one right here.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit," hissed the middle-aged man under his breath when he realized just whom he was stuck with, "Not you again..." Well, that was a good start. At least with any other arrangement, Johnson would've whined about the elevator being stuck and how modern technology was going to be nothing more than a nuisance with this level of shoddy maintenance - you know, like edgy old men did. Maybe that would've been better than him acting on a fight-or-flight instinct, because... Well... At least a rambling Johnson was a harmless Johnson for the most part (just annoying as fuck).

Alas, he jeered venomously, "Though I have to ask, sir... Where the hell is your mistress? Your... Lover? Inamorata?" You're asking to get your ass kicked, huh. "Oh, don't look at me like that," sighed Johnson with a flutter of his lashes, "There's no denying the fact that you and her are virtually inseparable. Something grievous must've happened to her for you to not linger around her side like a dog." He paused to allow a sneer to become present on his face. "... A real pitiful-looking dog, one with no teeth but all the ribs in the world for one to see. I could even call you a puppy, but I imagine that'd take things a bit too far. You at least seem adult to me anyways; I can't deny that, lest I seem irrational."

Said the fucker who pretty much wasn't a moral paragon by any means, but... Suuuuuuuuuuure.

"But just to make it clear," spat the older aristocrat further, "I'm not going to give you any respect, least of all when you disrespect me." Okay, edgelord. Nonetheless, Johnson curled his lip back to form a snarl while pointing a finger at his chest, the tip of his nail just poking into the fabric of his cloak ever so slightly... "It's a fair tradeoff, or so I think. You respect me, and I respect you. But if you fail to give me the proper acknowledgement, being Brown's friend and all, then you'll regret it. You'll regret it deeply... Sir. You hound. I'm less helpless than I look anyhow. Why else do you think I'm friends with her?"

He was actually perfectly aware that Brown absolutely loved talking shit about him behind his back, but... You know what? Anything to get clout by "taming" the Wolf, right? ... Right?

mom said it's my turn for a follow-up. also please don't hold back when nerfing Johnson. it's what he deserves. 😔😔😔

ALSO. that song??? definite Brown vibes.... you're valid frat. ty for the good music food.... :)c

There was something important Titania had to do every time she entered an elevator, but seeing an unfamiliar royal distracted her. So, once the elevator got close to the top floor, she noticed a strange sound; The motor of the elevator was audibly struggling, and the elevator was losing speed. Titania gasped and looked over to the placard showing the elevators capacity, noticing that her current weight exceeded what the motor was capable of. She quickly adjusted her weight using her magic, but the damage was already done, and the elevator came to a halt.

“Looks like we’re stuck,” Titania observed while blushing, “but don’t worry, I’m sure someone will come get us out in no time…” She decided to use this as an opportunity to learn more about the princess and her people, asking, “We haven’t met before, have we? I’m queen Titania, the ruler of Elfame.”

She asked, “So, how are things going in your kingdom? Are your people satisfied with your rule?” She didn’t want to seem like she was interrogating the princess so, once Pyity answered her questions, she said a few things about her own kingdom. She explained, “Recently, my people have had some problems with humans, impeding on our territory. I mean, we have more than enough land, it’s just a little dangerous for humans. There’s a lot of dangerous monsters nearby, but the humans have forgotten about them since our hunting parties take care of them before they can get close to the humans.”

“Enough about our duties,” Titania said, “what about you? What hobbies do you have?” After the two royals talked for a while, Titania checked the clock and sighed, saying, “Do you have somewhere to be? I can just break open the door if I have to, I’d just rather avoid causing further damage, since I already broke the elevator…”

Entering the elevator, Titania thought, „Another monarch?... No, no true ruler would trade their soul for power.” She had little respect for any king she deemed unworthy, but for now, she would just keep smiling. When asked about her species, Titania answered, “…Sure.” She explained, “My subjects and I live up north, in what the humans call ‘no man’s land’.

When the elevator came to a sudden stop, Titania checked the elevators capacity again. “At least it’s not my fault this time…,” She thought. She explained, “As long as humans don’t discover materials that never deteriorate, breakdowns will happen occasionally. Unless they do proper maintenance.” One thing struck out in King Earle’s introduction: Titania thought, “Former King? So at least he had the decency to retire after carelessly trading away his soul. Maybe he’s not so bad after all.” Little did she know about his desire to regain his kingdom. She replied, “You’re right, I am not just a fairy, but a fairy queen. That’s a different species. My name is Titania.”

Elevators felt outdated for someone as powerful as Earle. Why not simply fly to the floor he needed to reach? Well, because there was no entrance for him to take if he chose to fly, so that's why he stood idly by inside the elevator. He sighed in frustration until the doors opened for another magical being to enter. He moved aside to give her room, observing her carefully. She seemed innocent and naive, but he could sense tremendous power hiding behind that smile.
"You're a fairy, aren't you," Earle started. He motioned to her wings with a small smile. "I haven't seen those kinds of wings in a long time, nor have I seen fairies in a long while. I had nearly thought they were extinct, or at the very least quite good at hiding." He glanced up when the elevator shook, sighing through his nose. "You would think the technology humans pride themselves over would at least be able to do basic functions without breaking," he grumbled before looking at Titania once more. "I suppose we have more time to converse then. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Earle, former king of Anthea. And you, you are no ordinary fairy, are you?"

With far, far too much enthusiasm and awe in his tone, M. Pourife couldn't help but remark, "Ah, you again! How has the polka dance been going, sir?", while staring at the monarch. If it weren't for the constant shuffling for his feet, it would've been easy for the scientist to just forget that they were stuck in an elevator; maybe, instead, they were on a dance floor, but with only a couple cubic feet of space- Wait. A couple cubic feet of space for dancing? Tragic! How tragic indeed!

"Speaking of which," the scientist mused further while rubbing his chin, "have you learned any new, uh, moves since we last interacted? I think it could be helpful to our current situation." So he did remember after all. M. Pourife glanced over his shoulder just to see grey upon grey upon grey- Oh, and the purple blur that was supposed to be a reflection of the other's hair... And the red that was supposed to be M. Pourife's tie... The latter actually stepped closer to the wall just so that he could try using its metallic sheen as a guide for adjusting his tie.

Priorities, priorities!

He totally had them down, as he rolled his shoulders and allowed his lip to twitch under his mustache. Had to look decent in front of someone with respectable social standing, after all! Oh, how M. Pourife would never forgive himself if he found out that he was humiliating himself because of a misplace strand of hair, or a crooked tie... All that work, and for nothing! He wasn't going to be guilty of such things, especially not after last time- Or was it back at home? Thirty-five years, and then time starts to implode in on itself a bit... The scientist perked up, startled for a second, before looking back over at the other.

"I have to admit, sir," lamented M. Pourife with the slightest hint of melodrama in his voice, "I did not have that much time to learn all the moves that I wanted to know... Unfortunate, right? I think I should try in this elevator cabin." Dance, dance until you're dead then, bitch. Speaking of which... The scientist remained oddly unfazed in spite of their current situation, but that might've been due to the faint elevator music playing in the background.

One had to admit that it was faintly catchy in spite of the potentially awkward situation, after all.

In fact, M. Pourife's steps started to have the faintest semblance of rhythm while he swayed to and fro, then hummed, "But that asides, how has everything been? I think now should be a convenient time for us to reconnect now, would you find that agreeable? I figure that maybe, if I do not turn into a frog, we can talk things out- You know..." And then what? Call for help like reasonable people? "... And then we can start up the dancing thing again! I have a feeling that if one can master dancing in tight spaces, then they can be a total menace on the dance floor! Would you find that agreeable!? Huh?" Oh. Never mind about that then.

anyone who sees M. Pourife is legally allowed to say "ok boomer" to him. follow-up time.