event!

[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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[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.]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Luckily enough, Dojima has himself a shirt too - saying 'AIM FOR HIGH!', or something equally ridiculous. But there's not much time to think about what they're wearing when there's something pressing between your legs that shouldn't be.]

Hey-!

[In Adachi's pressing forward, Dojima also gets pinned against some cart of more supplies. Damn it, don't you know Dojima is super sensitive first thing in the morning. Hands grab Adachi by the waist, pushing him back carefully.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Too late - he's already noticed. He smiles in the dark, not that Dojima can see it.]

You're pretty energetic this morning, Dojima-san!

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Dojima doesn't need to see it to know it's there.]

It's a mop, Adachi.

[A very inconveniently placed mop handle.]

1/2

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

There's a mop sticking out of your pants?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

...Ow.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

You backed me over it, idiot.

[Dojima pushes Adachi further back, palm on his chest, following him forward. That mop handle was close to other territory, sheesh.]

Anyway... no door yet?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Didn't feel one behind- mmph! Fffft!

[It sounds as if something got into Adachi's mouth. He jerks backward, pulling the small chain away from his face, and simultaneously turning on the light bulb it leans to. Suddenly, they're in light - dim, flickering light, but light nonetheless. He winces at first, before cracking open an eye.]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Dojima automatically squints, despite it being dim. For one, it's unexpected, two... Well, Adachi does a nice job of spitting all over his face. (Maybe that's a little exaggerated.) Dojima rubs a hand over his face, eyes adjusting.]

Eugh... Just a cleaning closet?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Just a...

[He trails off, eye catching on some of the odder contents of this 'just a' cleaning closet. Is that an...eyeball in that jar? He turns to Dojima, expression serious.]

We gotta get out of here, Dojima-san.

1/3

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

...What's that look f-

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Looks.]

wait 3/4

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

W... what the hell?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Wait, wait, there could be a rational reasoning for this.]

...It could be a fake, y'know.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Fake or not, Adachi's already shying away, hiding behind Dojima and using the other man as a solid meatshield between him and that eye.]

Pretty weird place to put Halloween props. Is there a door behind me?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Dojima sighs, knowing full well he's being used as a shield. Now it's his turn to get uncomfortable close to Adachi as he searches behind him, feeling along the wall.]

I think I feel something...

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi hooks one arm around Dojima's waist as he leans back, chuckling.]

Is it a mop?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

...

[Siiigh.]

No.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi rolls his eyes. Okay, fine, fine, all business, he gets it.]

Then what is it?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Hey, he was the one wanting to get away from the eyeball.]

Hard to see, but... Feels like it could be a door.

[His fingers are sliding against what feels like the frame. But... where's the knob?]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[No need for a knob when the door gives away with just a little push - perhaps the mess they made earlier had already loosened it. Either way, Adachi falls through it without something to support him, and his grip on Dojima slackens as he goes tumbling back into the newly-revealed hallway.]

Wh-wh-whoa!

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Augh-!

[Dojima goes tumbling out after him, and poor unlucky Adachi gets the man's full weight on top of him before either can get their balance.]

Erngh...

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Mmph! Mph! Mmmnnnph!

[Have some hands scrabbling across the floor. You might want to stop suffocating him with your chest, Dojima.]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Ah- sorry.

[Dojima pushes up, getting to his feet, holding a hand out to help Adachi up. The hallway isn't very telltale in terms of where they are.]

You recognize this place?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi takes the hand, pulling himself up as well, and as always, with a flair for dramatics, he coughs a little, looking around.]

No, but I don't recognize half the places we find, sometimes. Besides, where else are you going to-

[He stops, spotting a window beside the closet that they had just burst out of. The backdrop is one of endless black, littered with stars and galactic dust and-]

...Is this a spaceship?!