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Event Log - Topsy Turvy

Who: You.
What: This.
When: Now.
Where: Here.
Summary: Weren't you paying attention?
Rating: Weird.

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[Soft sigh. The fact that she's having no luck with trying to leave is hardly reassuring. He really, really hopes that they're not going to be stuck here for a week. Company aside, there's no food or water in here.]

Seems like. I was tryin' to get outta here for a few minutes 'fore you walked in.

[The Malnosso really do not have a good sense of humor, in his opinion.]

Argh!

[With great aplomb, she walks over (all of one and a half steps) to the nearest closet wall and roundhouse kicks it. Not, perhaps, the best way to find out if she can kick the closet down, and the density and retention of the closet, but she is stuck in a small space, and stuck in it with him, and she is not happy.

...surprise, it's a thick wall and it stays upright.]

[Well, that answers his inward question of can it be blown up? If it's too thick to kick through, it's too thick to blast down in these kind of quarters. Already having backed up against the far wall to give her space, he just goes to lean against it.]

Maybe the door'll work in a minute or two.

[And maybe the Malnosso will suddenly decide they've been asses about all this and apologize. But those odds are slim even by his standards.]

You--

[She whirls, furious, and points in his direction.]

--shut it. Not one word.

[He just holds up his hands in a signal of surrender, keeping his mouth shut as commanded. Not a word. As you wish, milady.

Although this will probably get awkward fast, but. Well, maybe the door really will lead back out.]

[Her eyes had not yet entirely adjusted, but it was enough for her to recognize the familiar movement. She is mildly - mildly mollified by his compliance, but still furious at being stuck in here, and stuck in here with him.

She measured the distance between her and him, and her and the next wall. She calculated the different coats on the wall. She moves to place her back against the wall and stared at the door.]

[One minute of silence slides by. And another. And another. Somewhere around the five minute mark, he shifts away from the wall to try the door again.

It opens to a drop out into open air again. He glares down, shuts the door, and goes back to this post against the wall.

Well, he tried. Half for her sake, half for his. He knows he has to talk to her sooner or later. But he's also not exactly unaware of the practically-tangible anger coming from her part of the closet.

Still keeping his mouth shut, he absentmindedly reaches into a pocket for his cards... and finds they've been replaced with a pad of Post-It notes. There goes that idea.

There's a dull thunk as his head connects back against the wall.]

[She slants a glance towards him and then towards the door again. She's not good with silence. Her psyches start to act up if it's too quiet. She rises to open the door, exit, and reenter once again.

...sigh.]

[He watches the attempted exit with an almost sullen expression, absently flipping through the Post-It notes. It's something to do with his hands, at least. Even if the flipping is weak and fluttery.

After barely a minute of it, he gives a sigh of his own.

But he still is managing to keep quiet, aside from the soft occasional flick of Post-Its.]

[She glances in his direction, the only light in this place his glowing eyes, and then away.

She reaches into her pocket to retrieve her Mp3 player, but when she pulls it out, it refuses to turn on.]

Aw, hell.

[That, an exhale, but at least it breaks the silence.]

[There's a soft huff from his direction after her sigh, not quite a laugh, but a vague hint of one. And he pauses for a moment before pulling off a Post-It. It won't hold much of a charge before it'll just burn into ash, but it'll at least give her some light to work by.]

'Ere.

[Holding his other hand in front so that the sudden light won't hurt her eyes, he charges the Post-It enough to give off something about as bright as candlelight. It's rapidly going to burn away and might singe his fingertips, but that's no big worry.]

...Li'l light might help.

[At least, if it's something like a hold button keeping the mp3 player from turning on. Long shot, but it's something.]

[She blinks in the sudden light and her response is immediate.]

I don't want your help.

[In any case, the Post-It has taken all the charge it can and goes up in flame. And it does singe his fingertips a bit before he can jerk his hand away. Wincing, giving his hand a wave to lessen the sting, he gives in, he shakes his head.]

Up to you.

[She could stay silent. She could let this pass, because he'd been okay being silent. He'd actually stayed silent. But the silence doesn't help her right now.]

If it was up ta me, I'd be out here already.

[He knows. It's bad enough being stuck in here even without... everything else. And lord only knows how long they'll be in here.]

So we keep tryin'. Gotta lead outta here sooner'r later.

[Yeah he's totally not feeling that optimism. His tone's a little hollow, although it's for several reasons.]

[She gets up and opens the door. It seems clear, so she steps through and... winds back up in the closet.]

Ugh.

[Back in the closet. With Gambit. And the giant neon elephant in the darkness, making it even harder for her to breathe.]

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[He can't say it's much of a surprise that she ended up back in the closet with him again. Whatever's going on, he has an itching feeling it's far from done with them.

He sighs.]

Guess I oughta go back to bein' quiet, then, huh.

[She really doesn't want to answer that and makes a small noise of disgust.

She decides to try the door again.

And when it doesn't work, she explodes.]

Of all the sick, twisted, pieces of-- it's not bad enough ta be stuck in a closet, but I hafta be in here with you?! No, Gambit, I don't want you ta talk. Better yet - I don't care if you talk as long as it's not anywhere near me! This sucks!

[In a way, the explosion is better than sullen silence. Explosions at least aren't quite as uncomfortable. Much more familiar, at least. Although, admittedly, that one stung much more than he's used to. Sure, she wants nothing to do with him anymore, but he still can't shake off being drawn to her. Might as well just accept it.

Partially as a way to obey the request to keep his mouth shut while in her vicinity, and partially as an effort to see if she'll keep blowing up until she runs out of steam, he just stays silent. Listening.

The calm, glowing gaze could very well end up being just as infuriating as him saying something.]

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