Fifteen minutes to six and fourteen floors to go

[endgames]

Who: Anyone! Most likely people who live in the building/visitors, but otherwise anyone.
What: A wild elevator has appeared
When: October 8th
Where: Community Housing Building 1
Rating: PG-ish. Watch out, there's some button pushing going on here.


[Eight feet wide, eleven feet deep. Height clearance of ten feet. Bright... green... interior... uh. It's brand spanking new and it'll take you to any floor you want. You know you want to try it.]

Comments

[keepitcanine]

Pretty sure this thing doesn't give a damn though. Ain't like it has feelings or anything.

[Akamaru tilts his head then, and barks twice, tail a swishing blur of motion. Kiba just rolls his eyes.

Oh for—]

Akamaru wants to know if you'd like an opponent.

[niceguypose]

But whether or not it has feelings is irrelevant, it would just be my victory and the training I receive at the same time which matters. I take no pleasure in emotional damage caused by any victory I achieve!

[He then looks at Akamaru as if he were the one speaking directly.]

What do you mean, Akamaru?

[keepitcanine]

[A bark, though it's bit longer then the last.]

He says he would also like to race this thing—[he jerks his head towards the elevator]—the... "moving box." [He arches an eyebrow, and Akamaru continues. Immediate side-by-side translation is always weird to do.] But since it isn't alive and shit [another pause] and might be slow as hell, he wants to know if you would like a living opponent to race, as well.

He says, "wouldn't that be more exciting?"

Unless you'd rather race this thing alone first or something. Might be quite a race. You versus an inanimate object with a dead heart of steel.

[niceguypose]

[He speaks directly to Akamaru.]

It would! It would be a most exciting competition! Akamaru, I know you shall be a most worthy opponent. It is true, that I would rather compete against another heart full of passion than one with no heart at all! So it would be my honor.

[Kneeling down, he holds out his hand in hopes that Akamaru will shake it.]

[keepitcanine]

[Akamaru will gladly shake lift his paw and shake Lee's hand. Amen bro. Amen.]

Guess I'll be the elevator guy then. You ready to race the box?

[He has to hand it to Lee, though, at least he never treated Akamaru like he was just a tool. Guess he can at least push a damn button or two.]

[niceguypose]

[He smiles brightly at the dog bro before gingerly springing up to his feet.]

Very well, Kiba-kun! A valuable role to play indeed. [He steps out from the elevator and assumes a pose as if starting a race.] Let your button pressing act as the starting signal!

[keepitcanine]

Yeah, yeah. Let me get in it first.

[He'll give him another point for his indefatiguable enthusiasm. But whatever.

He calls the elevator down, walking inside it, while Akamaru stands next to Lee, an excited whine emerging out of the canine's throat.]

Okay. Ready?

[He presses the button for the top floor.]

Go!