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trapped meme
the TRAPPED meme
Your day has just taken a definite turn for the worse. There you were, minding your own business, exploring a cave system or wandering through a structurally unsound building or whatever it is you do for fun (hey, no judgement here), when by sabotage or natural disaster or plain old fashioned bad luck, suddenly it's collapsing all around you.
Tough break.
1. H/C options
- Claustrophobia. Some people don't do too well with tight spaces, particularly when the way out just disappeared in a cloud of dust and rubble. Hopefully whoever's down there with you can help keep you calm.
- Injury. Broken bones and blunt force trauma, oh my! Turns out collapsing chunks of ceiling are bad for the health. Who saw that coming.
- BONUS ROUND: HEAD INJURY. Who am I, where am I, where the hell did this headache come from? Whether they've got a concussion or full-on plot-convenient amnesia, there's one thing to remember - keep them talking, and don't let them fall asleep.
- BONUS ROUND: HYPOTHERMIA. Because it's not a H/C options section without the classic huddling-for-warmth trope.
- Mission Failed. Well you may be in one piece, but whatever you were trying to achieve before you got trapped? Doomed. As long as you're going nowhere, might as well dwell on the consequences of your failure.
2. ACTION options
- We need to go deeper. The way you came in is gone? Well that only leaves you one option. Better keep exploring, and hope there's a back way out everyone just forgot to mention...
- BONUS ROUND: Shit, too deep. What do you mean you forgot to mark the way you came as you passed? You're lost? Well shit.
- We're not alone in here... You hear that? Footsteps just a little too out-of-sync with your own, and-- was that a whisper of a breeze or something breathing...?
- Dig for freedom! Wait for rescue? Pah! We don't need no stinkin' rescue. You can dig your own way out thank-you-very-much.
- The next round. Whatever just brought everything crashing down round you? Whether it was explosion or earthquake, there's another one coming - you may have survived last time, but better get the hell out before round two or you might not be so lucky.
- The show must go on. You're in one piece, so whatever you were trying to achieve before you got trapped? You're going to damn well achieve it, come hell or high water.
3. OBLIGATORY SMUT option
- 'cause you crazy kids are gonna stick it in there (pun absolutely intended) one way or another
4. WILDCARD option
- Whatever. I'm a meme, not a cop.
Groot | Marvel Cinematic Universe : Guardians of the Galaxy
h/c 3? if this isn't ok, just let me know!
His body aches, his head is throbbing, and for a moment he panics because he doesn't know where he is, and he can hardly breathe, and he wants to throw-up, and why does everything hurt--
Then he remembers. They had split up the team to take out a fledgling slaver ring. He remembers being surprised when it turned out to be a sophisticated setup with skilled guards and booby traps, and he remembers the sinking realization that the slavers had been ready for them. He remembers the muffled explosion that took out the ground beneath them. He remembers fumbling unsuccessfully to get his helmet back on, and then he was falling and falling and falling and thinking, this is gonna hurt like hell.
He was right.
Peter tries to sit up, but he's pinned beneath some rubble. His arms feel like jello when he tries to shove it off, and he only manages to make enough space for him to breathe a little easier. ]
Groot-- [ His voice is hoarse and barely there. He coughs to clear his throat of the dust and dirt and tries again with a little more success. ] Groot? You okay, buddy?
Ahh, no it's beautiful!
I...am Groot.
[He could certainly be better, but knowing that his friend is once more responsive definitely improves the situation.
When the ground had given out beneath them, he had been able to get Rocket to safety with a toss but had failed to catch hold of any grip on the way down that might have at least slowed the drop for them. Although he had not been knocked out from the impact, the plummeting rubble that followed had landed particularly heavily on his legs. The limbs are only partially attached as a result of the crushing blow of a girder, and the pain lingers through the intact portions.
Were he not in his current state he would have already dug both himself and Peter out by now. As it is, he has at least managed to shuffle some of the chunks of material from his trunk enough to squirm between the larger rubble slabs propped over him. Reaching his arm out from his side, he plants his hand against the block between him and his teammate, but with only enough force to steady the placement. Thin vines sprout from his hand and forearm, spreading over the surfaces to locate the gaps and stretch through towards where he had heard Peter's voice emanate. If he can get a basic idea of how things are situated between them, he should be able to dig an opening to Peter without bringing larger debris down.
For Peter, in the darkness, he would feel the gentle nudging of those little vines as they make contact against his coat and hair, only to continue stretching and searching as they wiggle over him.]
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If even Groot is hurt-- this is bad, he thinks, really bad.
He tries again to shove off some of the debris, tries to move closer to Groot (because if they can regroup, they can plan, and if they plan, and planning means getting out), and he grunts and strains with the effort -- but he was no more successful than before, and he quits with a curse. Everything hurts, he hurts, and his head is killing him, and he just wants to crawl into his own bed and sleep for a week--
When the vines move over and around him, he jumps more than a little and stiffens. ]
Groot, I really, really hope that's you right now, because I am gonna freak the hell out otherwise.
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[Yes, that is indeed him, and he's coming.
A few more moments of prodding and searching around Peter with the vines, and Groot is able to form a mental representation in his mind of the pockets and most crucial support points. Some of the vines begin to retract, returning to Groot, while others thicken as they begin to curl around portions of the rubble to stabilize them, and all but one of them leave contact with Peter. That single branch curls over Peter's shoulder to hold as Groot sets to work.
Leaning on the elbow of the arm from which he had reached out to Peter, he pulls at the pieces of the puzzle between them in a quite specific order. Starting high, he removes the loosest portions and shoves them back into spaces beside and behind him to make room going forward. The gap begins to widen rapidly, but when he reaches the halfway point of making it through to Peter, he pauses to instead stack portions under the edge of a much larger piece jutting in. His branches are helping but the rubble itself is far stronger and will stabilize itself better. It takes a couple minutes to jam the debris in properly, but once satisfied he moves on.
All in all, several minutes pass before Groot is able to finally break through with his hand to the small chamber in which Peter lies. Within seconds, he clears the last of the division between them into a tunnel, and reports with enthusiasm that he has finished.]
I am Groot!
[Aware of the darkness blinding them, he turns his palm up next to Peter to release a small number of glowing spores to illuminate the now shared space between them.
Immediately, Groot sees the slab laying directly on Peter with which he had been struggling, explaining those grunts he had been hearing prior. Frowning, he twists in his trunk and stretches his free arm longer before sliding his hand under the edge closest to himself, and tilts the piece upwards only to then shove up against the wall of rubble on the far side of his friend. Holding it up off of Peter, Groot inquiries about Peter's state with worry evident.]
I am...Groot?
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He's not sure how long it takes for Groot to clear the path, and he thinks he's zoned out for a lot of it. Then Groot's lighting up the area, and for some reason, the glowing spores are far, far too bright to him. He's quick to screw his eyes shut and turn his head as a wave of nausea washes over him. ]
Jesus-- warn a guy before you blind him next time.
[ Slowly, he opens his eyes again. The light still seems to pierce into him, but he swallows any more complaints he has to stiffly roll out beneath the slab that Groot is holding aloft. For a moment he just lies on his back and breathes, trying to center himself and take stock of his injuries. Each inhale sends a shooting pain up his sides, so probably bruised (if not broken) ribs. He may have landed badly on his left shoulder, but that won't kill him. The bumps and bruises that blossom from this fall will be spoken of in legends, he thinks, but they could write songs for the way his head aches. Something warm trickles down his neck, and he tentatively touches the back of his head to feel along the bruised and broken skin. He hisses at the contact and pulls his hand away.
Easing himself up onto an elbow, he turns looks to his companion -- and focusing his gaze is slower still -- and he winces in sympathy. ]
Shit, Groot. You look like hell.
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As Peter takes stock of his injuries lying still on his back, Groot cants his head towards his shoulder to look at his friend. He frowns as Peter touches his head only to hiss and pull his hand away rather quickly. With the amount of dust coating both of them, the visible red tells him there is an active bleeding from the back of Peter's head, even if he can't see the injury directly. At some point in the fall, Peter hit his head, and blunt-force trauma to the head tends to be rather bad for animals.
They need to figure out how to get free. Soon.
Once Peter is up on his elbow, Groot lifts his head upright once more, noticing that it takes his friend a moment to focus much like after he has had certain liquid beverages. Despite the delay, Peter is able to see the predicament involving his legs, and draws Groot's attention back to the matter as well...not that he had forgotten with the constant pain.
With the slab now fully secured away from Peter, Groot tears his arm free of the extensions he had made with a sharp tug and snapping of the branches. He places both of his hands directly below his shoulders to lift his torso and pushes up in the limited room he has above his back. Fingers dig in against the debris, and the tree gives a hard push against the floor of the chamber in an attempt to drag himself free. Pulling on the damaged limbs though is not enough to sever the remaining connections, and merely serves to make his pain spike. The resulting pain draws a yelp out of Groot, and the big guy drops flat in a matter of seconds.
A low whine follows, but Groot shuffles to get himself back up and supported on his own arms again. He will need help to get free, even if it requires that his legs be fully cut through and left to grow back slowly.]
I am Groot....
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Ah, crap, hang on a sec.
[ Rolling onto his stomach, Peter crawls his way over to Groot's legs, gritting his teeth with every movement. By the looks of the girder, Peter knows he doesn't have the strength or the room to lift it, which leads only one other option to get Groot free. He pulls out a knife from his boot, and for a moment he hovers, unsure. Groot could grow the limbs back, he knows, but Peter would still be cutting the guy's legs off, and it's more than a little messed up.
It takes him another second before he resolves himself, and he sets to work with the knife. ]
Really sorry about this, man. Don't be pissed at me. [ He tries a smile, but it's half-hearted at best. ] When we get outta here, you and me are gonna take a good, long vacation, alright? With lots of sun and water and-- and other good-looking trees, or whatever it is you're into. I dunno.
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Peering back over his shoulder, Groot observes as Peter prepares himself for the task. If it is any consolation, Gamora had cut off both of his arms during their original scuffle and he had held her no ill-will for it.
Save for a slight whimper as Peter begins to cut with the knife, Groot manages to bear the added discomfort. It does help a little to think about going to some place sunny with plenty of fresh water for the sake of relaxation, especially if his friend would be there as well. He would gladly go should they have an opportunity after this whole fiasco is settled properly. Trees are nice but perhaps someplace with lots of flowers.]
I am Groot...
[Though his voice is softened as he answers to keep it controlled, Groot begins to squirm a little. Rather than sit idly and wait, the big guy decides to help the process along as he can feel the connections growing fewer. Once more pushing up on his arms, he flexes the hip of the leg Peter is working on first to bring tension into the vines. As the connection weakens further, Groot extends his hip the opposite way, then with a sharp tug back into flexion, tears the last links to that limb. Yeah, it smarts, but oh is it a relief! With the damage he can feel now limited to the end of that stubby limb, the pain is much less in an instant and will only improve as he begins to heal.
Repeating the process for his second leg, Groot requires a couple tugs at the end to manage to break it off, but once separated, he seems to perk up a bit. No longer bound, the tree shuffles around balanced on his hands, and eases down to lay on his side propped on an elbow, curving his trunk to look back to Peter more directly.
That would be a grateful smile he's showing.]
I am Groot!
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Once Groot is cut loose, Peter replaces the knife and slowly sits back, propping himself against the fallen rubble. He returns Groot’s smile with one of his own. ]
I think that was a thank you, right? Welcome, I guess.
[ He does his best to focus on Groot, assess him for more damage. He doesn’t seem too badly off, to Peter’s untrained eye. And Groot’s bounced back from the brink of death – Peter figures he can certainly bounce back from this. For a second, he lets himself think that things might not be as crappy as they look.
The notion is quickly dismissed when he hears the groaning of metal above them, and a smattering of dust rains down in their little cavern.
While he had something to focus on, something to do with his hands, he could ignore the aches and pains of his body. Now, though, the throbbing is back, and he forces himself to breathe through it. His head falls back to the slab he’s sitting against, and he’s mindful of the injury there. He crosses his arms tightly over his chest and lets his eyes slip shut against the brightness of the room (imagined though it may be), gritting his teeth and clenching his fists whenever there’s a particularly sharp pulse in his head. ]
What do you think, Groot? [ And his voice, strained as it is, has a bit of his customary lightness in it. ] Can you dig us out?
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Attention called back to Peter when he speaks, the tree looks to him only to pause as he notices the human starting to succumb somewhat to his own injuries. Light tone or not, Groot can hear the strain. Peter had done his part in assisting to free him, making it possible for Groot to do what he needs in order to get them both out.
Separating his words more clearly, there is a strong emphasis to each. Oh yes, he will.]
I. am. Groot.
[His hips drag against the floor of the space as he maneuvers with his arms, keeping his stubby legs tucked up to turn around. In order to do this safely, he needs to be near his friend should his planned shifting of the above layers cause any changes in the haphazard structures keeping this pocket open. So with a few pulls from his arms, Groot brings himself over to rest next to Peter only to twist a over and drop onto his back. Head closest to Peter, the Flora Colossus prepares to test his strength.
Then just as he begins to lift his hands, a glowing spore drifts down with the intent to land on his face. Groot pauses long enough to blow a puff of air to shoo it out of the way with a grunt of annoyance.
Hands reach up to the ceiling directly under a single chunk of debris suspended over them, and spreading his fingers, he digs the tips in against the rough surface. Palms coming flat to the rubble, the familiar sound of his wooden vines shifting and sprouting starts to grow in volume within the small space. Bending at the elbows as his arms lengthen, he then clenches his jaw as he shoves directly upwards. A pause...then the rubble begins to lift with the noise of the various materials scraping together echoing out as Groot forces them to move, slide, and shift. Continuing to stretch his arms upwards as they remain partially bent, dust scurries into the air with the shifting, making it more difficult to see. Slowly he continues to elevate the burden, but even the caution is not enough.
With a thud, another piece of rubble drops onto the pile Groot is attempting to raise, causing his arms to buckle momentarily. He ceases the debris from lowering further, but struggles with the increased load he supports.]
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He's not aware that he's started to drift off again until he feels dust on his face, in his mouth, and accidentally breathes it in. He's forced to cough again, and the strain on his ribs makes him curl up; he tries to ride out the pain by listening to the sound of vines growing and spreading, of the debris grating and giving way. It's comforting, somehow, even the more alarming noises of wreckage clattering and scraping against itself. It reminds him of when he was a kid in Missouri, listening to the thunderstorms from his bedroom at night.
But then that thud, and it takes him longer than he'd like to admit to notice that Groot is struggling. Alert again, his voice is laced with concern and worry. ]
You've got this.
[ And the mantra becomes physical. On impulse, Peter reaches out a hand and rests it on Groot's shoulder. He can't help but feel useless, when the only support he can offer is a few encouraging words. ]
Sorry! I let this one slip too deep in my inbox and haven't had much brains lately
The sound of his friend's voice next to him draws his thoughts back from the weight bearing down on them, and at the feeling of that hand on his shoulder, Groot turns his head to peer through the dust. Peter is counting on him, and there is no way he will let him down.
With a nod to Peter, Groot turns his head to focus upwards again with eyes nearly closed against the dust still drifting downwards. Well aware of where Peter has his hand resting, small vines slip out from between the plates on his back and the wraps of branches that make his shoulders save for through the point of contact with his friend. Stretching and twisting, the new vines thicken and split as Groot quite literally roots himself to the spot to stabilize his trunk fully. Then, up above them, he spreads his hands wider under the load with fingers stretching to curve under the debris directly overhead.
Stable and with a better grasp than before, Groot then takes a deep breath before he shoves upwards with every bit of strength he can muster as he lets out a brief yell to match the effort behind his push. In response, the rubble lifts and scatters down the sides under the force, and in a matter of moments, Groot raises the chunk high enough that his hands once more reach light. Achieving the height he needs to dislodge the rubble over them, he then tilts the load to drop it to the side away from Peter. Heavy crashing follows, but the debris directly around them remains intact and open.
Load off his arms, Groot allows his lengthened extremities to drop and rest against the side of the newly formed pit as the roots stretching from his back and shoulders begin to pull free and retract back out of sight.]