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LIGHTS OUT
a dark room meme



Uh oh! Looks like something weird is happening, here! Did someone forget to pay the electricity bill? Or has that storm outside caused a blackout? Who knows! Reasoning aside, you are now trapped in darkness. You can't see anything, anything at all! And you can't even adjust to this darkness, for some reason! There's only black, black, black. Something about this room is odd, for certain!

How this is going to go down
♦ You will post as your character as ANON, because you're in the dark!
♦ There is no putting your character's name in the subject line. However, if you like, you can put your character's series/canon. It's no fun if you know who you're interacting with right away!
♦ You're free to set up your character fumbling around in the dark and such, just so you remember which comment is yours in this anon mess, if anything.
♦ Those who reply to you will roll the RNG for the specifics of the situation!
♦ Yay! In the dark shenanigans!!
♦ When you guys are ready, the lights go on, you can log into your character journals, and it's time to admire the awkward in the light.

♦ ONE: WHY IS IT SO SMALL AND CRAMPED IN THIS ROOM? Wait, this isn't a room, this is a closet. It looks like you've been locked inside for Seven Minutes in Heaven, or just for shits and giggles! The door doesn't seem to be opening, and it sounds like some ... Barry Manilow is playing? Oh, talk about awkward.
♦ TWO: BRR, WHY IS IT SO COLD? Looks like your clothes are missing! For some reason, you're only dressed in your underwear, or even commando if you feel like being really mean to your muse. Are you in bed with someone? Just can't find your clothes? Are THEY wearing your clothes? Up to you, because it really doesn't make it any less awkward.
♦ THREE: A LITTLE HANDSY: Did someone just cop a feel? There's a lot of accidental (or... not accidental groping going on, for whatever reason! Talk about an awkward situation, mmmhmm!
♦ FOUR: OOPS, STUCK! One of you is stuck somewhere in this room, and can't get out! Either in a hole in the floor or tied to a bed or something! Whatever you can think of! Hopefully the other person can help you out in the dark.
♦ FIVE: ON AND OFF! Rather than totally darkness, the lights are flashing on and off, creepily. And it looks like there might be monsters in there with you guys?! Or are those illusions?

If you don't want to roll the RNG, that's fine! Go ahead and create your own situation, if you'd like!

Have fun, everyone!

(originally posted here at memebells)

Comments

X-Men

[(Anonymous)]

[There is the sound of fingers drumming against the wall.]

1

[(Anonymous)]

[Well, this is awkward.]

...remove your elbow from my ribs.

[(Anonymous)]

I would if there was anyplace for it to go!

[All the same, she obligingly tries to shift to the side. There really is hardly space for two people in here, and it's seriously creeping her out.

...oh man. Is that music starting to play?]

[(Anonymous)]

[Well, what replaces the elbow is much softer and more pleasant, so he's not going to complain.]

...what's that sound?

I'd offer a light but... it doesn't seem to be working.

[Oh he doesn't like the implication of that.]

[(Anonymous)]

[She groans as possibly the cheesiest music known to mankind amps slightly in volume.]

It sounds like Barry Manilow.

[Seriously, what has she ever done to deserve this? ...okay, there was that one thing. And maybe that other thing. But all in all - ...well. Okay. Yes. There was that.

She tried to shift her bum away from where it was making contact with this stranger. That was what she got for turning her back on him, she supposed. Her powers were oddly muted, almost as if they were gone, and she wasn't sure if that was better or worse in this situation.]

What isn't workin'?

[(Anonymous)]

...I don't know who that is.

But I think I dislike him already.

[He tries to feel along the wall with one hand.]

Magic. Maybe because there's no light to bend, but I can't seem to generate any either.

[(Anonymous)]

Hey!

[That was not the wall!

...oddly the music which had been growing steadily louder decreased slightly when he touched her. But she wasn't exactly of a mind to notice that, busy as she was attempting to get away from him. Stumbling slightly, to the sound of metal scraping against metal, she manages to achieve about two or three inches between their bodies. She's pressed up against something soft, now, and she turns to trace a hand over... what feels like the lapel of a coat. Further up... a hanger, and a metal bar high overhead.]

...I think we're in a closet.

[(Anonymous)]

Ah... sorry. [Yes. That was much nicer than a wall.]

...why would we be in a closet?

[(Anonymous)]

I don't know! Why do you have magic? An' why won't it work?

[And why won't my powers work?

And why is that music getting louder again?]

[(Anonymous)]

...what sort of question is that? I have magic because I... I have it! Because electrons fear me and the fabric of space in time knows that it ought to listen when I tell it to do something.

[What is this even. What kind of question is that!]

I... I don't know. This has never happened to me before, I swear it.

[(Anonymous)]

[You know what? She doesn't wanna know. She just - no. She doesn't want to know.]

All right, well - whatever. Your "magic" won't work [and the music swells louder] my powers seem ta be... quiet. But if we're in a closet there's gotta be a door, right? Help me find it.

[Because it's totally the best idea to go grouping about in the dark.

...and there was something familiar about his voice. She couldn't quite place it. It was like her mind was filled with fuzz when she tried. Better to focus on finding the door and getting out.]

[(Anonymous)]

And why do you have powers, lady? [...he really ought to know her name. This is frustrating.

He gropes forward in the closet hands delicately feeling along the wall. This is made more difficult by the fact that she is also trying to find the door. He ends up rather closer to her than intended, but... well. Hopefully they'll be out of here soon.

And it does make the music seem to get a bit quieter, but maybe it's the distraction of soft bits in his vicinity.]

You seem a significant amount shorter than me. I shall reach over your head.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm just lucky.

[And if you believe that, her tone seems to imply, I've got a bridge to sell you. "Lucky." Fah.

...and then his hand brushed over her back. She arched slightly into the touch, an instinctive response to unfamiliar warmth, before trying to step away from it - and banging her nose softly into a wall. Brilliant.]

Yeah, you do that.

[The problem with this is as she finds a corner, she turns around. And so while his hand is lifted up, there is absolutely no barrier against her running flush into his side.]

Oh - sorry!

[She tries to step back immediately... well. Almost immediately.]

[(Anonymous)]

Right. Lucky.

[He's just begun feeling along the wall toward the ceiling when she runs into him. Instinctively he catches her shoulder. Though... right, it's not like she could fall that far if she stumbled.]

This is very awkward.

[(Anonymous)]

"You said it," she breathed, rolling her shoulder slightly under his touch before stepping back to hit the wall. As before, the music decreased and increased in relation to their contact, and she didn't notice. She let her head thud back against it in annoyance. "Tell ya what - I'll stay here an' you look, then I'll take a turn."

[(Anonymous)]

He lifted it hand up, closing his fingers. Awkward, indeed, or potentially something else? Still, he didn't exactly like being trapped in a small place, in the dark. "Right."

He set to feeling along the wall again until he found a deep, vertical crack. "This may be a door. Only there is no handle." He shoved experimentally, then put his shoulder into it. Nothing budged. "Bloody--!"

[(Anonymous)]

"Are there hinges? Let me see." One hand extended in the dark, she brushed along his (she hoped it was his) back before coming alongside him to feel the outline of the door. No hinges that she could feel, but there wasn't much of a chance for her to explore. With one hand on the door and the her side pressed into the stranger, the music volume decreased and words appeared written, glowing briefly on the door before fading into nothingness.

If you want to get out, you have to play the game!

The music volume increased (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDEynk7SwxE). She had a horrible feeling she knew exactly what game this was now. What else did you play when you were stuck in a closet with someone, after all? She let her head thud forward this time and groaned.

[(Anonymous)]

"I... haven't been able to find any. It might be the sort of door that hasn't any." He sounded exasperated; this situation had gone beyond awkward and into annoying.

Though having the lady pressed against his side was a momentary distraction from that. Only half conscious of the motion, he leaned a little against her.

...and the words. "Game? What game?" he demanded. He tried to manipulate that momentary light, but it escaped his grasp. "I'll not be the pawn in the game of another."

[(Anonymous)]

She dropped her head against the door again. And one more time for good measure, entirely too aware of the way he was leaning against her.

"You've gotta be kiddin' me."

No. No, she didn't want to believe this was her only option. But it was a very small closet and it was getting very warm in here - a small space with undoubtedly limited air - and the music was getting louder.

She straightened up turning to face him, "Did we try all the walls? Is this the only door?"

[(Anonymous)]

He rolled his eyes, even though the expression wasn't visible. "I can feel around again," he said dryly. "Though I'd rather like to know what this supposed game is. Any ideas?"

But he did begin moving a hand along the wall again, just to show he was cooperating. Sort of.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, I've got an idea, all right.

And the music just wouldn't stop.

"Seven Minutes in Heaven," she muttered, blushing, and grateful for the dark because it meant this stranger couldn't see. "Unless you have any other ideas."

[(Anonymous)]

"I've no idea what that is." He grimaced. "Goodness but that music is getting loud."

Oh, he was going to see someone bleed for this.

[(Anonymous)]

"It's-- it's someone's idea of a real bad joke, is what it is."

But her powers were gone, maybe it wasn't such a horrible joke as it was still... cruel. To give her this ability without allowing her any choice in who she would be able to touch. Gawd, it made her want to-- it just wasn't fair.

She took a deep breath. Time to man up. She moved to face him, "It's a game teenagers play." Between that and the music... "Do I really need ta spell it out?"

[(Anonymous)]

"I have no idea what teenagers on Midgard do for fun," he said dryly. "Nor have I had any desire to close that gap in my knowledge. Last I saw, those of that age were considered adults anyway."

[(Anonymous)]

"...you have no idea how weird that sounds, do you."