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[loadsavepoint.livejournal.com]

SUDDENLY, YOU'RE STUCK IN A DARK CLOSET WITH...

Yeah, we went there. Blame Endy. You know the dealio: you're stuck in a closet - literally - with someone. A stranger, a person you hate, love, love but won't ever admit it-/shot

ANYWAY where the closet opens up to or how you even get out of there is all up to you. Maybe it's a ~*magical*~ closet, maybe it's an average ol' room. Just get creative!

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[aridiction.livejournal.com]

[When Jayden comes to, he's on the floor in a dark space. That's never good. Last he remembers is being in his sad excuse for an office down at the station, before he blacked out. Another episode, maybe?]

Ngh... Where..?

[fleeorflight.livejournal.com]

[You're not alone, either, Jayden. As he speaks, what feels like the heel of someone's shoe kicks against your leg, followed by the slow murmur of someone coming out of unconsciousness as well.]

Mnn...what...?

[aridiction.livejournal.com]

Ow- who the-

[Jayden fidgets, and after knocking down what sounds like a few buckets and perhaps a broom, he manages to stand up. He sounds rather on edge, for being the older one.]

Who's there?

[Hard to judge on what little sample of voice he got - a kid, maybe?]

[fleeorflight.livejournal.com]

[Technically, it's a good thing to have quick reflexes - almost immediately, Hope recovers, reaching for his boomerang. It's less of a good idea to expand a contractible weapon in confined space, though, and as it unfolds, the boomerang not only manages to bump against the side of the closet, but jab right into the other person's ribs (or thereabouts), too.

Well, he just hadn't expected the place to be that small. (No doubt it would've earned him a Disapproving Look IV from Lightning.]

This- ah! A-Are you PSICOM?

[aridiction.livejournal.com]

Oof. Hey, watch it, kid.

[Now he knows for sure. He cringes a little, but it's nothing terrible.]

And what's a 'PSICOM'?

[fleeorflight.livejournal.com]

[The tone of voice isn't aggressive, and there aren't any hands reaching out to wring his neck just yet, so Hope eases a little. There are a few mechanical clicks as the Hawkeye re-collapses, giving them both much more room to maneuver.]

You don't know what it is?

...Not from Cocoon, huh?

[aridiction.livejournal.com]

Never heard it in my life.

[Jayden rubs his head in the dark, scooting back so no more... clicky toy things hit him.]

Try New York.

1/2

[fleeorflight.livejournal.com]

New...York.

[He says it with the unfamiliarity and hesitance of someone who has obviously never heard the name in his life - odd, for a globally significant city. Is there a place on Gran Pulse named that?]

Well, don't worry about PSICOM then. It isn't important.

[There is the soft padding sound of someone pressing their hands up against the walls, the ceiling.]

Where are we?

[fleeorflight.livejournal.com]

[A pause. And then a yell.]

Light! Snow!

[aridiction.livejournal.com]

[Is this kid delusional or what? This is probably a god damn joke by Blake. Where'd he even come from? Rather than yell random words at the door, Jayden feels around his waist for his gun. No luck. Must've left it at his desk before this happened.]

I don't think yellin' random words is gonna help much.

[Feeling along the walls, Jayden searches for the knob, knocking now and then. Maybe there's a hallow spot they can bust through if there's no door.]

[aridiction.livejournal.com]

[Then, back on the previous topic:]

...So how've you never heard of New York?

[fleeorflight.livejournal.com]

[Hope turns to the direction of the voice, canting his head.]

They're not random words. They're names. And I've never heard of a 'New York' on Cocoon. Is it near Palumpolum?

[It's dark, but...]

Do you have something I can set on fire?

[aridiction.livejournal.com]

Palum... what? I've been in Philly for a while now.

[Hope speaks up again before he ask any further questions.]

Something you can set on fire?

[Jayden makes a disbelieving sound, between a scoff and sigh.]

You kids these days...

[A bit of shuffling, then a click - simple lighter. It illuminates the man's face, who looks a bit younger than his talk makes him seem. He makes no move to hand it to Hope, just looking for the doorknob. Looks like he was looking on the wrong side of the closet. Looks like an average janitor's storage room.]

[fleeorflight.livejournal.com]

[Hope frowns a little - being treated like a kid again, huh. As Jayden moves to look around...the fire suddenly flares. Good job, Jayden. Now you're holding a friggin' bonfire.]

I GOT BORED

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[There's a really weird crick in his neck - and while Adachi is not the stillest and most organized sleeper, even that is rare for him unless he somehow ended up half-on-the-floor sometime overnight.]

Oww-

[Or at least, that's what he tries to say, except as he regains awareness, he belatedly realized that his face is smashed against someone else's shoulder (that'd explain the crick), and that, as he opens his eyes, blinking owlishly in the dark, this is not where he expected to be.]

What? Who's- where is this?

[He pushes up, unceremoniously jabbing the unfortunate person with his palms.]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Ow, ow- would you watch it, Adachi?

[Some stumbling and blind grasping around, and hands grab Adachi's wrists, stopping them from jabbing around. It's unmistakably Dojima, judging by the voice and hairy hands. It's also just as groggy as Adachi's; looks like he was rudely awoken himself.]

Where are we?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[He stills a little at the voice. But only a little. With his hands out of commission, he makes do with twisting around in the darkness, trying to see.]

I don't know, I can't really-

...We were kidnapped!

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Who would wanna kidnap us?

[Although it's not exactly impossible... Dojima lets go of Adachi, now that he's not jabbing his way around, carefully feeling for anything to tell them where they are.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Like many of his theories, Dojima just shot that one out of the air. True - no one would want an old man like Dojima. Hey what about you, Adachi? Adachi slides off of Dojima to sit on the ground, nudging the bucket that's pressing into his back out of the way - only to cause a clatter of other cleaning supplies to land on their heads. Adachi instantly ducks for cover.]

Crap! Heads up!

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, he's just so ~*practical*~. Hey, Dojima is way hotter than Adachi. Unfortunately, Dojima's a second too late to save his head from being whacked by a broom.]

Augh!

[At least he covers his head after that, saving himself from the bottles of supplies.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[When the dust settles around them, Adachi finally peeks out from under his arms - not that he can see anything anyway. He reaches in the direction that he assumes Dojima is in, and...finds the other man's nose. Well. That was a start.]

You got hit?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[In a slightly nasally voice:]

No, I'm fine.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[The sound of shuffling - and Dojima can feel it too, probably, from the way the bottles and supplies around them shift as Adachi gets to his feet, before hands reach down from above, settling on the top of Dojima's head before finding their way to his shoulders, to pull Dojima up as well.]

Sheesh, it's kind of small in here. Could've at least tied us up and left us in a hotel room or something.

[Oh Adachi, expecting so much. Looks like he's still running with that kidnapping idea.]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Dojima stands, dusting off his pa... Wait. He's still in boxers. Great. Well, he dusts them off regardless, sighing. Some way to wake up.]

Probably just Infinity pulling another joke.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi is in similar fare - just that huge shirt he always sleeps in (the one with VICTRY) in it, and shorts. There are arms circling around Dojima as Adachi tries to feel for some crack in the wall.]

Where the hell is this door? Is it behind you?

[In his pressing forward, he manages to maneuver his footing between bottles and mops so that one knee ends up between Dojima's legs. Oops, sorry about that. It's for Lain.]