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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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[herwaltz.livejournal.com]

She wasn't a stranger to smoke from work related incidents. The few times Moonbay had helped Dr. D with something, there was almost always an explosion or two. Sometimes a fire.

Moonbay just wrinkled her nose, both at the smell and his tone. Normally, the young woman might have snapped back, but right now, her curiosity was getting the better of her. Instead, she waited a few moments before continuing the inquiries.

"What's the big version like?"

[weeabot.livejournal.com]

He really didn't like being interrupted with his work. But still, that made a crowded elevator a bad place to start work in the first place, so he had only himself to blame.

Therefor, just moments after her second question, Spanner finished his movement, closed the back of the tiny robot, and slipped everything back into the various pockets it came from.

"They're killing machines. One of them can take out ten men, easily. They're just about half again my height, a man can ride in the biggest ones, the ones that aren't remote controlled. But... it's a little cramped. Why do you ask?"

[herwaltz.livejournal.com]

"We've got Zoids back home. You can pilot those, but you can't make them. They're also a lot bigger than what you just described," she answered casually, eyes going towards the elevator's ceiling.

Moonbay leaned against the cool wall behind her. Somehow they weren't overheating in this place, which was a small miracle in itself. While some food or a bathroom would have been nice, she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

[weeabot.livejournal.com]

"Why can't you make them?" Suddenly he was interested. Foreign technology was always interesting, just to see if he could use any of it in his own machines. So far, he hadn't been able to do anything new here in the castle... he was beginning to expect that was this "something you lose" business, but he wasn't sure yet.

Still, it would be good to hear about just in case.