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The 'We're Stranded' Meme

THE ‘WE’RE STRANDED’ MEME

You’re stranded it’s as simple as that. Maybe you were on your way to a nice relaxing holiday, a business trip or maybe you were just on your way home. Whatever the case, it doesn’t look like you’re going to be reaching your destination any time soon. You’re stuck and all you can do is to try and survive until help arrives. If help ever does arrive. Well, at least you’re not alone. No, there’s someone here stranded with you. Maybe you know them, maybe they’re a complete stranger or maybe they were stranded here long before you. Whoever they are you’re going to have to work together to get out of this mess.

What you do to survive and what happens to you is up to you. Do you search for food, do you try and find any signs of human life, do you have a run in with the locals or the local wildlife or do you just close your eyes and hope someone finds you. Whatever happens good luck.

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Comment with your character, canon, preferences and any ideas you might have
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WHERE ARE YOU STRANDED?

On an island – You’re stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere. There’s no phone or radio signal and there are no signs of life (that you can see). It could be a huge island with a dense forest in the center or it could be a small, sandy island with sparse vegetation cover. It’s up to you.
In the jungle – One minute you’re making your way along a jungle trail and the next minute you’re completely lost. You have no idea where you are, you have no idea which way to go and all you can see around you is trees and more trees. Have fun in the jungle. Look out for the wildlife and any local tribes
In space – The sci-fi option. For some reason you were in space. Maybe you’re inside a ship stranded in the middle of nowhere or stranded in the middle of some kind of asteroid field. Or maybe you were outside of your space shuttle and now you’re stranded with no way to return. Let’s hope your oxygen supply doesn’t run out
Open Water – Maybe you were simply out for a swim and the current was too strong, pulling you out to sea. Maybe you were diving and after resurfacing you’ve realized you have absolutely no idea which way is land and your boat is nowhere to be seen. Or maybe it’s a Titanic-type situation and your ship has sunk. Better get your life jacket ready.
High in the air – Maybe you’re trapped in a ski lift high above the ground just like the movie Frozen. Maybe you were on a roller-coaster or a Ferris wheel and the rides malfunctioned. Or maybe you’re just stuck at the top of a really, really high mountain or cliff. Whatever the situation you better not be afraid of heights!
Inside an elevator - This one is pretty self-explanatory. You were in an elevator, the elevator stopped and now you’re stranded inside the small space, probably with a bunch of people you don’t know until help arrives.
A cave – Maybe you had planned to explore the cave system or maybe it was a spontaneous event but you went inside and now you’re stranded with no way out.
The middle of nowhere – This can cover any landscape really: a mountainous area, a desert, the middle of the countryside, a tundra area. Whatever the landscape there’s no signs of human life anywhere. You’re stranded.
Wild Card! – Don’t like any of the options given? Come up with your own scenario!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

Searching for food/supplies!
Setting up a camp/shelter from the rain
Coming into contact with (possibly dangerous) locals/local wildlife
Calling for help
Trying to find a place with better signal
Just generally freaking out
Trying to come up with a plan
An obligatory smut option
Wild Card! – There are so many options and so many things you could do in this situation. Use your imagination!

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((He is currently in NYC but I am good with anywhere, honestly. His tattoo work is something unique and he travels frequently to do pieces for clients where ever they might be. If you have an idea we can run with it or if there is a location that would be more suited to your muse. I'm good with anything.))

((ooc: ooh! : D ❤ actually, NYC is just about perfect, esp considering in her canon, they were actually in the process of closing off NYC (ikr?! D : it's craziness, it really is...!) and thusly, i think that there's a very good chance that they could be stranded in a broken-down elevator, on account of the whole "the city isn't getting any repairs that aren't strictly NEEDED!" thing that they've got going with the Blockade of NYC of 2017...! lol~

or we could just you know, make an effort to keep this Current for BOTH their canons, and make the elevator break down in a normal NYC building, pre-blockade...! ; ) don't want to trap them FOREVER now do we? xD ❤❤❤))

((I am down for a current 2014 elevator breakdown.))

((ooc: awesome, then! : D ❤ i can start us off, if you like?++))

So here Debra was, of course, on a lift with a heavily tattooed guy, but still -- that's no reason to judge him at ALL, is it really, deb? No, no, she answered her own silent inquiry, equally silent of course, given that she did not want to come across as some sort of looney tunes here, on this lift, with this crazily-tattooed gentleman...

Yes, GENTLEMAN! You would do well to remember that 99% of New Yorkers are in fact, gentlemen and ladies, perfectly so... But then again, with all the crime in the city, wasn't 99% overestimating the percentage of good guys to bad guys, here? Okay, okay, she was willing to compromise with the dubious, cynical part of her brain: 85% of all New Yorkers were good people, deep down... No? How about 75%? 70? She was certainly not going to go any lower than seventy percent! That was quite low enough to make her suitably nervous sharing this damned lift with this-- colourful gentleman...

And then something made her heart fall even further than it had been before-- no, not her heart, but her stomach rather, which had fallen deep into a pit in response to the sudden jolt of the elevator car, as it ground to a halt. "Oh dear Lord, what's wrong now!?" she whispered, without even realising that she was saying it aloud....

((++=she offers, as she throws out a scenario for this meme regardless whether you like it or not...! lol! sorry!))

No one looks like he looks without developing a thick skin about it. People look, people stare, people judge. He learned long ago that if you don't have the stones to deal with a judgmental gaze every now and again, probably shouldn't get a tattoo. Let alone dozens of them he had no hopes of hiding. Jay doesn't stare back when she looks, he doesn't make a face or acknowledge anything. New York is the perfect city for that.

Pop your ear buds in, crank up the music, never speak to anyone. The streets in Midtown were jam packed with people avoiding people. With people who only wanted to get to where they were going.

For such a big city with so many people in it there was very little connecting going on. Like now, in the elevator. Jay only looks her way when the elevator shudders to a stomach flopping stop. Sliding his hood off his head he tugs out his earbuds and glances around the small space. Then presses a few buttons.

"Elevator stopped."

"NO shit, Sherlock!" debs snapped out, irritably, then rethought her approach to this gentleman -- yes, GENTLEMAN, debs! Until the moment he tries to take advantage of this goddamned situation, attempting to have his merry way with you on his cock, then he will Remain a perfect gentleman, in your mind...! Anyway, she found herself pulling an apologetic grimace at him, as she mouthed the words, "I'm sorry," as well...

"Guess we're stuck here for at least a little while, then, eh? Hope you're not scared of heights..." She giggled, perhaps sounding a touch nervous, as she eyed the glass wall behind them, which gave a spectacular view of the central lobby from about-- oh, only about six or seven stories up...! "I mean-- sorry...." She let out her fit of nervous giggles, in full, this time, and then smiled gingerly at the gentleman -- yes, GENTLEMAN, debs, she had to remind herself, yet again!

His brows rose slowly over his eyes at her outburst. Then he took a step back. She was worried about his intentions, he was worried about hers. No one wants to be locked up in a six by six space with someone losing their shit.

Shrugging his backpack off he set it in the corner behind him. With the weight off his shoulders he cracked his neck and took a deep breath. It wasn't the heights so much as the lack of space. Opening the call box he picked up the red receiver and waited for it to connect with who ever could help them. Moving the phone away he glanced at her, his features twisted in a mask of concern over her laughing. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she insisted, almost too loudly for the enclosed space they were in. "I mean-- sorry-- I am FINE!" She pulled another face at the gentleman, who didn't seem inclined to rape her: at least, not YET! An apologetic face, so she hoped, but still-- a face she was pulling, in fact, as if she was disgusted by something in the lift.

At any rate, she finally managed to relax her face, and just simply.... smile at the gentleman, who was still behaving like a perfect gentleman, in spite of her own piss-poor behaviour: which piss-poor behaviour she apologised for again, of course: "I'm so sorry, there, sir...!" she murmured, softly, reaching out to pat the man's heavily tattooed arm.

"Okay, just...calm down." Jayson wasn't sure what he was doing to cause her to be so touchy. Maybe it was just the enclosed space. He was quiet as he listened to the guy from maintenance explain the situation and what they could expect. Hanging up the phone he looked disappointed.

"It's going to be a few hours." Her hand on his arm makes him jump. Skin on skin is dangerous. Had he known he was going to be trapped in a small space for hours with a stranger he would have made sure to wear a jacket of some sort. Something to limit the possibility of picking up thoughts or memories from her. What he does catch when her fingers lightly graze his skin makes his eyes widen in horror and his jaw hang open wide and slack.

"Rape? I'm not going to rape you!"

"Alright, alright, I believe you!" she gasped out, visibly relieved at this reaction to her thoughts of being raped by this tattooed freakazoid; she slumped against the wall, naturally enough, with the sheer weight of her relief actually resting on her shoulders now. "I mean -- sorry, but-- you're an actual psi, are you?" She blinked a little bit, then shrugged again, practically shrugging the weight off as she did so, in fact. "I mean, no skin off my nose, really!"

She smiled slightly at him: now a genuine smile, as she was so utterly relaxed, and actually enjoying the prospect of picking a psi's brain whilst she was stuck in the elevator with him-- at least, figuratively speaking, given that she herself did not have the ability to literally pick through the psi's brain...

"I'm a what?" He really doesn't know what he is or would be called. This is one of those things he has always kept to himself for fear of being called crazy or worse. For someone else to have a name for it is weird to say the least.

"A psi? Why... They're just-- you know-- people with-- um-- abilities, really... Like, mentally: like, telepathy and such things! I mean, i'm guessing you're some sorta psychometric: given that you couldn't actually read my mind, till i touched you..." She smiled apologetically, now. "I mean, sorry; didn't mean to embarrass you at all... It's just.... well. I was always interested in that sort of thing..." Great, debs, tell the poor man he's locked in a lift with a woman who is actually crazy enough to take an Interest in this sorta thing, without actually knowing any psis!

"I mean-- I am NOT crazy; it's just -- always interested me, the way that some people could be able to -- like, read my mind....!" She giggled nervously, again, and then relaxed a little more against the wall, as she recalled that she was connected to this gentleman now, and thus-- did not want to scare him any further with any more of her silly raving theories, such as the "rape" one that he had already shot down!

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(ps: so sorry i'm so danged slow...! xD i'm working with E as an SL! : D)

Not a problem. Take your time. I have all the patience in the world.

aww! ❤ you're so seriously SWEET! : D