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Who: Clark +
What: Stuck In An Elevator round 2
When: Wednesday night
Where: Elevator
Rating: PG-13?
Notes: The doors will be magically super-duper-glued shut and sealed, and your journals will poof away to your rooms. Good luck, fools, you aren't getting out until dawn. NO ORDER, just keep it in one comment chain for the main event. Just refresh before you comment in case someone beat you to it. Aaaaand if you wanna start other threads for later when the initial "OMG WAT" is over... that's cool too 8)

Clark glanced up at the numbers, watching them light up one by one, successfully resisting the urge to hum along to the elevator music. He didn't even know the right tune; it was just one of those earworms programmed into everyone's brain. Standard elevator jingle.

Humming in front of the other elevator patrons would be a bit embarrassing, especially since the elevator was so oddly full.

... and then it stopped.

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"Hah. We don't get reception in elevators, smart guy -- " Ted said, suddenly distracted, thanks to the kid punching all the elevator buttons.

Making a strangled noise, he pushed his way to Sora, raising his hands and flailing. Well, as far as flailing went in a crowded space.

"Hey, kid -- noooooot a good idea!"

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Great. This was turning out to be a wonderful night. Really, it was. The one time she didn't have her journal with her, and this was what happened. Moonbay couldn't help but grumble a little.

She decided she'd leave the short, kicking kid to someone else. Patience was not with her tonight.

Hand snagged and in most ways otherwise subdued, Sora looked up at the perpetrator and pulled a face. "You sure? I mean, I know I'm not good with technical stuff, but I fixed a computer this way, this one time!"

Rolling his eyes at Sora's attempts at the buttons, Akihiko leaned back on the wall. This wasn't the time to be lashing out, if that's what that kid was doing.

"And if you end up breaking them what good will that do?" he looked over the guy who had asked if anyone had their journals with them. "Don't have mine either," he said. "Think we can just pry the doors open?"

Booster took a seat on the floor, letting his head fall back against the wall.

"Someone wake me up when we get to the kitchen." And with that, closed his eyes.

Ted groaned, rubbing his face with both hands.

"Anyone with super-strength in this elevator?" He glanced pointedly between his fingers down at Booster, then quickly back up at Clark.

"Anyone?"

There were stronger people in the elevator. Namely Clark. He was a bit pre-occupied with his own thoughts too.

The situation angered the Major enough, though his face didn't display anything but calmness, but being stuck in here without Yukianesa just made things worse. He had her when he came on, but she vanished when this happened.

Jin's eyes traced over to Sora before they narrowed, another low growl escaping his throat. To be stuck with all of this filth (according to him), that wouldn't even stay quiet, in such close quarters tested his patience greatly. The only one he'd want to be in such close quarters with was his brother.

He shoved his way to the back of the elevator to lean against the wall, his eyes rolling. "If the claims of were true of this castle being magic," He spoke, the last word laced with sarcasm, "Then shouldn't it have fixed itself?"

Sora shrugged. "If it's this broke, there's no way it could get any more broke, right?" Ducking under the other guy's flailing arms, he gave the buttons one last experimental poke before backing off a little. He didn't really know what he was doing anyway.

"Maybe the castle's just grumpy today! HEY CASTLE!" he yelled suddenly, "Could you stop with Cloud's boxes, first? They're kinda making things smaller in here!"

"Let's just avoid that risk," he said to Sora, diplomatically. Clark flashed Ted a patient smile, and ducked under Cloud's text bubble to get closer to the door. For the most part, he could tolerate a few sour grapes.

"Seeing as Booster's decided it's nap-time, I can try the doors."

Plopping down next to Spanner, Moonbay leaned against the wall, eyes on the group by the door. Something about a resident with super strength really didn't surprise her anymore.

"Go for it."

He tried not to pay the block-y guy much attention though his eyes lingered on him for a moment, then up to the box hovering over him. Akihiko dipped underneath the box (were those text bubbles?) to get himself closer to the door.

"Can you really?" he remembered what Claire had said about the people of Paradisa and although he had yet to see something like super strength in action, he figured to might as well believe it in this case if everyone was turning to this guy now next to him.

Meanwhile Reno stood in the corner of the elevator.Hating his life.

Why was he even on this thing? He hated elevators.None of this made sense.

"Just try it out so we can get outta here."

Good lord. It was Reno. Anybody but Reno.

How did Cloud not notice him before? He only offers one quick glance before he looks away again, keeping to himself. Maybe he won't recognize him. That'd be nice if the TEXT BOX DIDN'T GIVE AWAY HIS NAME!

Spanner glanced at Moonbay, a cursory nod following it before he turned back to the tiny robot in his hands. Unfortunately he was a bit irritated and out-of-sorts with the noise and the press of bodies, so it wasn't long before he made a misstep... and the robot began to let off smoke and a few stray sparks.

"...oh."

One of those stray sparks flies over near Moonbay, grabbing her attention. Her gaze goes to the tiny robot, expression changing to one of curiosity.

"Oh?"

Clark ran his fingers along the groove of the door, just so he could force them open, rather than break them out. He gave it a gentle shove –– something that could have folded thinner metal doors in half –– to no avail. He gave a confused "huh" and tried again, continuously applying more and more pressure until he had to put actual effort into it.

With a frown, he scanned the door, only to get a lot of blank white glare bouncing back.

"It's definitely the castle, not the mechanics," he said, with a sigh. "Magic."

"Magic?" Sora had been keeping his hands to himself up to this point, but he looked at the door again. "No keyholes or anything?"

...Oh it figures. He gave a groan and put his hand to his forehead

"It's a flipping elevator, 'course it won't have a keyhole. Looks like we're stuck in here." Again.

And then he gave a lazy look over at Cloud.

"And what happened to you Cloud?"

He would always recongize the blond from his world.

He tensed a little at the statement and put a hand on the door. Damn. He had flashbacks to that one particular full moon battle and then he pulled back from the door, folding his arms again.

"Why would it do that?" But then that brunette kid opened his mouth again and he glared at him. "Why would there be a keyhole in an elevator?"

Did Reno really ask that? Cloud gave him as much of a frowning stare as he could. Needless to say, it didn't work so well. At least this form hid his emotions decently enough.

When in doubt, blame the castle. He couldn't get by the Turk, nosiree.

Jin would silently confess to himself that a sort of 'magic' on a door was at least more acceptable than the rest of the magic in this atrocious place, but it wouldn't lessen his anger any.

He would join Akihiko in shooting a glare at Sora when the kid opened his mouth, his patience slipping a rapid rate, "Do you ever shut up?"

Sora shrugged. "It's just a question! I've seen trees with keyholes, clocks with keyholes, some random table thing... and I can open most stuff with keyholes." He flashed a grin at both the gray haired guy and the grumpy blond. "I could shut up, but it's kind of hard to know if you can help if you don't say anything, right?"

Normally Akihiko didn't let his patience slip easily but Sora was pushing it.

And it had been only say, fifteen minutes?

"Could you just... stop?"

"You thought wrong, apparently." He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. It was going to be a long night.

"And if you can't, would you be willing to get gagged?"