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Trapped!

Trapped In A Box Together Meme

You're not sure how, you're not sure why, but suddenly you're in a box. What's worse, is that there's another person with you making quarters less than perfect.

Rules:
①: Comment with your character | series | Preferences if any
②: Reply to others as if you're trapped in an tightly sealed non-open-able box that is rather cramped. Feel free to add more than two people to a box
③: Every now and then, the box will shift and roll to one side furthering awkward times
④: Play nice - Doesn't have to be shippy
⑤: Eventually you'll get out of the box but usually after you stop struggling

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[ welp... ]

The last thing Alistair knew, he'd been battling demons in the Fade. And more, it had looked like he was winning. Maybe it was a Fade trick. Maybe the demons had finally gotten to him, but he was convinced as of less than a handful of seconds ago that he was finally going to fight his way free.

And then he found himself pushed hard against something solid. Feet, knees, shoulders - this was going to get uncomfortable, fast. His sword was gone, shield was gone. Just as well, because in these tight quarters, there was nothing to do with them--

Especially since there was someone else there.

"Lovely," he muttered between gasps of air, the battle having left him breathless. "The demons got you, too?"

This is not where he went to bed. This is most certainly not where he went to bed, and once he's woken up enough to realize that he's not alone in the box and has taken inventory of what else is in the box, he realizes that his company is also not someone he went to bed with or who should be close to where he slept.

"What the-," and then he curses in French, because some languages just lend themselves to that better than others. He cannot even retreat because the box is way too small to get away from anything.

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[ An elevator is a box, yes? With two doors. Doors are Grog's weakness.

He is so doomed. ]

*No wings. She doesn't want to accidentally kill someone trapped with her.*

[Honestly, he doesn't see the problem.]

[ Ocelot's been spending a lot of time in boxes since he met John. Trying to figure out what he sees in it. So this isn't exactly an unfamiliar situation, but — well. Right now, all he can see is that it's very dark in this box. Dark, and cramped, and unpleasantly sweaty.

And someone's already here.

He curses in Russian, spurs jangling as he kicks out as much as he can in the dark. ]

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[Watch out for all that hair]

[ All that hair? What about all this hair that, combined with all that hair, isn't making the box feel any more comfortable and less hot what with two bodies cramped and tangled in such an insufferably small space like this? It's a sigh that escapes Dinah as she opens orange eyes and turns them slowly around again. She's been conscious long enough to have cycled through those first few exciting emotions and come into something like a calm irritation for their shared predicament. Escape should be a simple mission. For that very reason, it isn't and it's upon coming into that realization that she's glancing at her company.

She's not irritated at h... im? Her? Him? She's going with him despite the volume of hair and that admittedly pretty face because heaven and hell forbid her prayers be answered and she be faced with an ugly person for a change. There is a lot of hair here, but she doesn't think she feels another rack in this tangled mess, though. She's trying to focus on that.

Play it cool. Right. She's totally got this. ]

So, who'd you tick off to wind up trapped in a box with a total stranger? I've got a few ideas on my end.

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[ ♡ ]

[voice-testing. this looks like a good meme for that, right? crack memes are always a good meme for that.]

...I'm pretty sure this isn't how Zwei was shipped to us. He had food with him the whole time!

(Ruby was making a calm, patient statement while glancing over at Weiss. What were the two doing? Both appeared to be trapped within a box together, with the sides of it saying WHITEXROSE 4EVER! and other random shipping remarks.)

Since we aren't gonna get out of here for a while, there's something I gotta ask you about.

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[Good luck!]

[closed to castmates]

[ sorry about your personal space, man

at least the person he's stuck with is on the tinier side...? and polite enough to at least make the attempt to take up less room. ]

...Well, this isn't awkward.

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[ m/f or m/m, no wincest por favor. ]

It was insidious the way it managed to creep into her dreams and had started to rouse her from her sleep. It was a feeling first brought to her attention with the absence of the quiet humming from the starship's engines. It was a feeling that something wasn't right.

Janice tried to rationalize it by convincing herself that she was only dreaming. Soon her body began to ache, no longer finding comfort in its position, so she tried to stretch out her legs only to find that she couldn't. Then her fingers shifted idly, expecting to feel nothing else but her bed sheets beneath her touch... not the hard surface that had somehow taken its place. The bed sheets were gone. The mattress was gone, and the blankets, too. They were all gone.

Just like that, she was awake. Her heart was suddenly racing so hard that she could practically hear each beat in her ears, but she was awake and all too aware that this was not her quarters. Janice had realized that much as she began to pat around at the walls that had her encased in darkness. That was when she touched something that sent her hand recoiling back to her. It was warmer and softer than one of the walls, and after listening carefully, she could swear that she heard breathing. She was not alone.

"Hello?"

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[ m/f or m/m. ]

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