Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 2:21:48 PM)
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Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 2:23:43 PM)
*dressed in a sharp suit, tailored well, he's got a leather-covered legal pad and a notebook computer under his arm and he glances up as the lights start to flicker* .. Not a good sign. *wryly*
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 2:25:00 PM)
She's in a short black dress and white sneakers, and she leaning against the wall. She doesn't even look up, "Nope." Then she pushes the from wall to stand. "Don't mind me, I'm going to start praying."
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 2:26:17 PM)
To whom? *he chuckles a bit and accidentally elbows the wall of the little box holding them as the conveyance lurches and halts, he'd been trying to catch his balance* Atch.. *giving an irritated glance at the ceiling, as if it were to blame*
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 2:27:22 PM)
"Jesus." She starts pushing buttons, lighting everything up. "Our Lord and Savior, you know." Then she looks around the small room, eyes growing slowly wider.
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 2:29:43 PM)
Sorry, I'm more of a lapsed religious type than anything current.. *watching her with far less concern than she seems to be showing, but curious about the woman's actions* I'm not familiar with Our Lord Christ of the Button Mashing.
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 2:31:04 PM)
"Oh, you can't my actions as his. I'm nowhere near as omnipotent. Or, well, I'm not omnipotent at all, considering I'm in a stuck elevator with Mr. Calm McCalm."
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 2:32:30 PM)
(can't see* my)
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 2:33:29 PM)
Gideon Ryder. *supplying his name and offering her a hand to shake* And how might I better address Our Lady of Buttons? *he has a smootly cultured voice and an easy smile, despite that it's likely way over her head. Gideon stands about 6 ft 5 inches*
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 2:35:10 PM)
She's about 5'9, and looks fairly fit. "Lela Beck, button mashing expert. Don't worry, I'm a pro." She shakes his hand.
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 2:36:23 PM)
*he settles against the wall after shaking her hand warmly* What brings you to New Orleans, Lela?
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 2:37:10 PM)
"I live here with my parents." She settles down against the wall opposite the door, staring at it. "And you?"
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 2:38:56 PM)
In-company transfer, when they opened a new office here. *a glance at the glowing array of buttons and then back to her, grey eyes hiding laughter* Have you been in ...many elevators?
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 2:40:02 PM)
"No. Just one. It's my first time." She grins, on the edge of panic. "I always dreamed of riding an elevator, ever since I was a child. Now the experience is ruined. Curses!"
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 2:42:06 PM)
*he laughs, guessing it a jest* Well my dear..take it from an older, wiser, more-experienced Elevator-er.. Elevator-ee? *one eye narrowing playfully as he tries out the terms* Elevatorist. Take my word that it's likely nothing.
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 2:43:22 PM)
"We're probably being sucked down to hell, you know. Any moment the floor is going to open up and we'll fall into a gout of flames and groping hands and rocks, and we'll be dead and burning forever."
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 2:44:22 PM)
My dear Miss Beck, what -have- you been doing that you are so certain of that? *teasingly, though he makes no move to leave his casual lean against the wall*
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 2:46:11 PM)
"Oh, the usual experience." She pounds a fist into her hand, "I bet this is about Ms.Johnston flowers. I totally didn't mean to bike over them, but I haven't been to confession yet." She panicks, getting the sweats and wringing her hands, "We're going to burn and it's all MY FAULT!"
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 2:49:23 PM)
Confession? You're a Catholic then, Miss Beck. That explains the guilt. *walking over finally to the glowing panel of buttons and holding down the "call" button instead of just pressing it over and over*
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 2:50:06 PM)
"Protestants don't have confession? Those perverted heathens!"
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 2:51:56 PM)
Easy there Miss Beck, let's not go damning anyone while we dangle above the proverbial precipiece. *a crackle of electronic interference on the other end of the call, followed by an irritated "Yeah?"* Ah yes, excuse me, but the right hand elevator is stuck and not responding to floor selections. When might we expect it to move again?
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 2:52:40 PM)
She yells toward the microphone, "I'm freaking out! Move it!"
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 2:54:15 PM)
"One moment please.." *in the inevitable nasal tone all call operators use*
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 2:54:44 PM)
She curls up against the wall, wrapping her arms around her legs and shivering.
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 2:56:38 PM)
*he lets go of the call button and leans down to set his notepad and ledger against the side of the elevator, stripping out of his jacket to bring it to her* Shouldn't take long at all, I would think. *draping it around her shoulders gently, he's got on a vest with a buttoned shirt and no tie beneath it*
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 2:57:37 PM)
She holds the jacket tightly, "It's so dark. We're all going to die here. We'll die here and no one will ever see us again until we're die."
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 2:57:45 PM)
dead*
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 3:00:47 PM)
*he seems to really pay attention now, as if only now noticing that she's truly upset, as opposed to just making a show of it* Miss Beck.. *crouching down in front of her and reaching to squeeze her upper arm through his jacket reassurringly* I apologize, I hadn't realized you were so serious in your distress.
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 3:01:17 PM)
"I joke around, that's what I do." She says offhand in a quiet voice."
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 3:03:17 PM)
They do say, you will either laugh, or cry. I myself would choose to laugh as well. *a soft smile offered kindly* Did you know..that the lights going out is actually a good sign? *mildly, with a glance toward the orange glow of the buttons*
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 3:03:49 PM)
"If the lights are out, why are the buttons still on?" She asks, looking across the room at them.
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 3:05:41 PM)
Because they're on a different circuit, I would guess. Maybe the same ones running the emergency lights and the switchboard. But..if the main power is out, or the power in here anyway.. it means all they have to do is restore power, and we're on our way.
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 3:06:19 PM)
"Restore power? That can't be that difficult." She pats his arm, "Don't worry, we'll get out of this."
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 3:07:10 PM)
*his lips quirk into a smile at that* ..My hero. *chuckling* On the other hand, if you're that upset, no need to wait. Shall we try the doors?
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 3:08:38 PM)
"I don't want to look down into the gaping maw of darkness." She quirks her head and she thinks, "Let's try the doors and blow this conspiracy open." She starts to stand, looking at the door with apprehension.
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 3:12:04 PM)
*he chooses his right, and works on wedging elegantly long fingers into the bristled gap between the steel doors, making faces as he does so without truly realizing it* Stubborn thing.
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 3:12:43 PM)
She walks over and digs her fingers in as well, and she's pretty strong. Between the two of them they have a good chance!
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 3:15:23 PM)
*as soon as it starts to give, Gideon is forcing his arm through and a foot as well, to put his shoulder into it* Got a better grasp? *looking to her and giving an encouraging smile* On three. ..One. ... Two.. THREE! *using his whole body to force the doors wide with her assistance*
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 3:16:40 PM)
And she pulls with all her might, leg muscles bulging.
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 3:18:21 PM)
*the doors give way with a metallic groan and slide back out of the way to show the strange cut-away view of the inside of the office building, between two floors..but not by much. They can easily crawl out to the lower floor of the two they're seeing*
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 3:19:46 PM)
She's already done so by the time he looks back at her. Like lightning, she was out of there before anything bad could stack on their day.
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 3:20:39 PM)
*a bit of a chuckle as he pauses long enough to grab his computer and the leather-bound folder, and follows feet-first*
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 3:21:08 PM)
"Well, that was enlightening." She looks back at the elevator, standing in the hall with him.
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 3:21:52 PM)
*standing straight again and dusting himself off idly, he gives her a bemused smile* Definitely more interesting than I had intended. *he offers her an arm as if escorting her to dinner* Care to join me on the stairs?
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 3:22:17 PM)
She takes his arm, "I'd love to."
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 3:23:20 PM)
*inclines his head to her and starts down the hall* You know what the saddest part of all this is?
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 3:24:12 PM)
As the elevator starts to screech and complain, before falling to it's grizzly doom behind them. "What the saddest part?" She's unfazed as they walk away.
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 3:24:19 PM)
*giving her a sober look with laughter threatening in his eyes* I cannot for the life of me, remember which floor that damned meeting was on now.
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 3:24:55 PM)
She laughs, patting his hand as they head into the stairwell, "We'll figure it out together."
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 3:25:00 PM)
*he pauses at the crash and screech of rent metal, looking back* ... You know. I believe I'll skip it.
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 3:25:40 PM)
"Cool guys don't look at explosions." She turns his head forward with a light finger.
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 3:27:11 PM)
*his lips quirk, a smile almost taking hold* I'm cool, am I?
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 3:28:26 PM)
"Cool guys don't ask if they're cool. Terrible! You just lost anything bonus from saving my life. Oh well."
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 3:29:20 PM)
*a chuckle at that as he reaches to open the door and hold it as they pass* My god, I must be a rank amateur.
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 3:29:54 PM)
What sort of pathetic help are they hiring on these days?
Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 3:31:31 PM)
"I know right?" She steps through the door, putting on airs, "I don't know how they manage to find this kind of help these days, but honestly, something needs to happen." She grins as she takes a look around. "I feel bad about you missing your meeting. Are you sure you want to miss it?"
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 3:32:13 PM)
((And thank you for the RP! Sadly, I need to run IRL for a bit, but I'll be back online for a scene in about 30.)) I've decided, that's clearly a sign I need to spend today on something more important.
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 3:32:40 PM)
((Thanks again))
Gideon Ryder (Sep 18, 2011 3:32:48 PM)
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Lela Beck (Sep 18, 2011 3:33:09 PM)
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