2007-10-28

<Mark_Sulfur> 4 I say we play elevator music!
<Josie_Lyons> ((::dies:: That makes it worse. -g-))
<Josie_Lyons> ::what elevator and where? Megakat Tower? XD::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::so is in an elevator at MK tower after a conference with the mayor. XD::
<Josie_Lyons> ::that sounds good! was also in said conference.  glad they assigned Dave to help with security outside the door? XD gets in the elevator with Davester and Mark?::
<Dave_Santo> ::dressed in all his finest uniform to guard the mayor… is walking the guests out while his partner takes the door watch::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::dressed in uniform as well, leans against the wall, pretending to ignore them. Arms crossed, has one foot against the wall::
<Dave_Santo> … ::glaces at Josie.. she didn’t com home last night… had a bit of a fight::
<Josie_Lyons> ::waits for doors to close on the three of them, as the others took the other elevator or stand ’round talking. feeling a bit awkard now. smoothing non existant wrinkles on her jacket and skirt::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::looks up at the numbers. 300… 299….298…. 297…::
<Dave_Santo> … ::bites his lip and looks at the counter too… why the heck would you want a building this tall?!::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::that’s what all the tax payers wonder! And, the Enforcers… and DM Briggs… and…::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::coughs some, look at his watch::
<Josie_Lyons> ::goes to lean against wall Dave nor Mark are. sighs. looks at Dave a moment, until Mark coughs, glances at him.:: <elevator>::suddenly stops as lights flicker a few moments then go off::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::blinks, eyes wide, balancing himself some as the elevator stops::
<Dave_Santo> ::blinks… walks over to the controls and hits the ground fllor button over and over again::… ::curses under his breath… picks up the phone hand set… with the cord not attacted::
<Dave_Santo> Great
<Josie_Lyons> ::stands straight now, ears perked listening:: What’s the matter?
<Josie_Lyons> ::trying to see the phone box there::
<Dave_Santo> … well ::holds up the handset:: Looks like some kitts got into the building
<Josie_Lyons> ::mrrrs:: Try the buttons again.
<Mark_Sulfur> :rubs at his eyes. Oh great. Stuck with the two people he wants to least be with right now::
<Dave_Santo> ::hits the burrons over and over:: They don’t work
<Mark_Sulfur> ::sighs some:: You might as well hit the emergency button and hope they call back. It’s all we can do at this point.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::is frowning at his dead celphone reception::
<Josie_Lyons> How can they call back if the stupid phone has been disconnected?
<Josie_Lyons> ::pulls out her own cellphone, frowning as she’s not getting a signal on it either::
<Dave_Santo> … I’m sure it’s just maintance… in a few moments they’ll switch it back on and we’ll all get back to work
<Mark_Sulfur> ::motions to the one way talker next to the dead phone::
<Mark_Sulfur> Probably. ::leans back and sits. Is rather glad Trina isn’t here. She’d be freaking out::
<Josie_Lyons> ::pockets her phone and hrmphs at Mark:: Hit the emergency button then, Santo.
<Mark_Sulfur> ((BRBRQ))
<Josie_Lyons> ((ok!))
<Dave_Santo> ::pushes the button… several times… no sign that it’s working:: Erm…
<Josie_Lyons> Well?  What’s the matter now?
<Josie_Lyons> ((brb too XD))
<Dave_Santo> ::winces::… I… don’t think it’s working
<Dave_Santo> ::checks his radio… dead too::
<Dave_Santo> ((Kay))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((back!))
<Mark_Sulfur> So I take it we’re getting Y2K seven years late?
<Dave_Santo> ::rolls his eyes:: Sarcasim won’t help this situation sire
<Dave_Santo> ::sir::
<Josie_Lyons> ((back!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((WB!))
<Dave_Santo> ((WB))
<Mark_Sulfur> ::shrugs:: It helped ME some.
<Josie_Lyons> ((TY!))
<Josie_Lyons> ((LOL <Mark> Sire… I like how that sounds))
<Josie_Lyons> Are your cells working?
<Mark_Sulfur> ((LOL!))
<Mark_Sulfur> Nope.
<Dave_Santo> ::shakes his head:: Radio’s out
<Josie_Lyons> ::huffs:: Wonderful.
<Mark_Sulfur> Well, like Santo said, it’s a maintenance thing. We should be out soon.
<Dave_Santo> Director Lyons, please. As I said, sarcasim won’t help
<Josie_Lyons> Listen, Dave, this isn’t the time to get smart alec. ::lol whoah tension::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::Arches a brow. Decides to keep quiet and just sits, tail twitching some::
<Dave_Santo> I wasn’t “Director” Lyons ::tone of voice is a touch annoying:: I’m merely saying, you saying unhelpfully things will only compucate matters
<Mark_Sulfur> ::rubs at his eyes::
<Josie_Lyons> Then how about we just don’t say anything at all until help arrives.  ::hrmphs::  Maybe it’ll be your mother. ::sits on the floor, folds her arms::
<Mark_Sulfur> <Oh, boy. Here we go.> ::tries to listen to the niiiiice elevator music::
<Dave_Santo> ::blushes and frowns deeply:: Director Please… can’t we put that aside during woork hours?
<Mark_Sulfur> ::niiiiiiice elevator music. La la la… oh crud. Don’t tell me that’s Purris Hilton. I thought they booed her off stage?! Why must they torture me so?!::
<Dave_Santo> ::just no shooting the speaker Mark… it’s the only thing that works next to the lights::
<Mark_Sulfur> :it’s getting tempting!::
<Josie_Lyons> ::quiet seething:: Maybe it’s time for me to die a little early.  You two just go out the roof.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::rolls his eyes. Is trying really hard to bite his tongue::
<Dave_Santo> Director We’ll be fine… just so long as we all remain calm
<Josie_Lyons> I am calm. ::says through clenched teeth::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::think of something else, Mark. Think of… nice walks along the beach. There we go… the beach… nice and calm and serene… holding hands with… Detective Xiao? Stops and blushes horribly. No no. Get that thought outta your head::
<Dave_Santo> <yeah sure you are> ::sighs… looks at Mark… he’s got the right idea::
<Josie_Lyons> ::checks cell phone again and now stares at it to avoid looking at either one of them::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::looks up at the numbers. Stuck on floor 150. Oh nice. Halfway down.::
<Dave_Santo> … ::looking around:: Annnnny minute now…. they’ll start it up again
<Josie_Lyons> I wish that awful music wouldn’t work along with the lights.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::small smirk, shakes his head::
<Dave_Santo> … you aren’t meant to hear it this long
<Dave_Santo> But it’s not too bad ::Dave = 0 Taste in music::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::snorks::
<Josie_Lyons> … you’ve got to be kidding me. ::looks up at him:: I didn’t know you liked such horrid manufactured bubblegum pop sung by a bubblegum brained twit who wears a handkerchief and claims it a dress.
<Dave_Santo> ::frowns:: I listen to what the words mean! You are just seeing it the one way, not looking at the meaning behind it
<Josie_Lyons> The meaning behind anything she does is “more money and more fame”.
<Josie_Lyons> Besides, this song is tame.  She has lewd songs on her album.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::tries to bury his ears against his skull::
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Mark> ::beating head against elevator wall, ends up turning it on again:: Woo hoo! ::falls over::))
<Dave_Santo> I doubt even know who this artist is! And if you are so egar to listen to lewd lyrics on her album, it must because you are a fan of hers… Or is this just another item that idiot FullForce has told you?!
<Josie_Lyons> Full Force is NOT an idiot!  If you’d give him a chance you’d know he’s not like that when he isn’t working.  It’s part of his job, and for katness sake, this is Purris HILTON!
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEADDEAD!))
<Josie_Lyons> ::had to endure the mailkat at the NSA singing this song and going on about how wonderful she is XD::
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Mark> ::tempted to use his firearm on himself. wishes he brought a tranq dart::))
<Dave_Santo> ((DIES))
<Dave_Santo> OH PLEASE! You would say that, Director of the FullForce FanClub! All I hear is FF this and freedom that sometimes!
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEAD!!))
<Josie_Lyons> ::stands up now glaring:: Maybe that’s because toms like him aren’t still coddling up to their mothers, afraid to do something without their mother’s permission, even though she lives states away!
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Mark> Jerry, Jerry, Jerry…))
<Dave_Santo> I was willing to do it with her involed at ALL! You are the one who wants me to beg her for blessing!
<Josie_Lyons> You were the one who asked me to marry you in the first place!
<Dave_Santo> YES! Without invove HER! I didn’t want her poison comments on our happiness! ::stands up and foldshis arms::
<Josie_Lyons> ::turns from him now, remembering poor Mark still there and blushes horribly now. raises arm up on the wall, leans head on her arm against the wall:: Just forget about it.
<Dave_Santo> ::frowning and not caring Mark is ther… turns to face the other way:: Fine with me!
<Mark_Sulfur> ::sighs softly through his nose, then looks up at the ceiling. Slowly stands::
<Josie_Lyons> ::tail swishing a few times, tip flicks annoyed.::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::sees a box in the corner (why? It’s convenient!). Grabs it and stands, testing the ceiling hatch::
<Josie_Lyons> <Guess I’m just not good enough for anyone’s mother.  Mark couldn’t introduce me to his, and now Dave doesn’t even want to tell his that were going to marry…>
<Josie_Lyons> ::ears perk, looks over to see what Mark’s doing::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::frowns to himself. Pushes upwards some::
<Dave_Santo> … ::sighs::… I will tell her Josie. I just need to do it face to face
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Mark> ::going John McClane and getting the heck outta here!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEAD!!! <Mark> YIPPIE-KI-YAY!))
<Josie_Lyons> Let’s just put it aside for after work ours like you said before. ::shooting him a glare, then to Mark:: What are you doing?
<Dave_Santo> ((::DIES A DEATH::))
<Josie_Lyons> ((LOL!!))
<Mark_Sulfur> Finding a way out of here before you two argue me to death. ::frowning, pushes again and manages to bring the hatch up::
<Dave_Santo> ::frowns and looks at mark:: What if the lift starts up?
<Mark_Sulfur> Well, if we go down, I get to ride down without listening to you two. If it goes up, I’m pretty much squished unless i jump back in, right?
<Dave_Santo> you could fall!
<Josie_Lyons> Well don’t trouble yourself by jumping back in should we go up. ::hrmphs. is angry she-kat right now lol::
<Mark_Sulfur> Love you too, Lyons. ::dryly, pulls himself up::
<Dave_Santo> … ::sighs:: Space up there for two? ::goes to start climbing up::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::looks at the doors:: Huh… We’re stuck right in between two floors…