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Ever wanted to tag a character yours has no good reason to know? Ever wanted your character to be forced to interact with someone they're supposed to hate? Now's your chance!

You character has been trapped somewhere-- and they're not alone. Pick the scenario(s) and genre(s) you're open to, and post with your choices and character's information in the subject line. Use the random number generator or your own discretion to reply to others' posts.

SCENARIOS

1. TRAPPED IN AN ELEVATOR The old standby. You're stuck until someone can rescue you, or until one or both of you can get this box moving again.

2. TRAPPED IN AN UNDERGROUND BUNKER Maybe there's a nuclear winter, or maybe you were just exploring and wandered in here. Either way? Right now, you're stuck.

3. TRAPPED IN A CAR You were driving long-distance when your ride broke down, so now you're stuck in the middle of nowhere until else someone happens by.

4. TRAPPED IN A MALL AFTER HOURS Somehow, you managed to get stuck in the mall after closing. Maybe you fell asleep in the bathroom, or were hiding in the back of the bookstore, but now the doors are locked, and you've got the whole place almostto yourself.

5. TRAPPED IN A MAZE Entering that maze seemed like such a good idea, didn't it? Only now you can't find your way out, and you're pretty sure you're not alone in here...

6. OTHER/COMBO Any other scenarios that tickle your fancy.

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[He rolls his eyes and turns around. Not like he wanted to see her changing.]

[ She waited until she was sure he'd turned away, then turned away a little herself and stripped down to her underwear (of all the days not to wear a bra -- she held her arms over her chest as she wriggled into the undershirt, the sweater, and the camo pants of the commando uniform.

Then, she pulled her hair back into a bun and grabbed his blaster, pulling handcuffs out (security forces, gotta love their containment equipment) of her cargo pocket and stepping over to where Spike was turned away, pushing him up against the wall and cuffing his hands behind his back without stopping to explain. To Buffy, the explanation was obvious. They knew what he looked like -- they'd be keeping an eye out for hostile 17. A blonde commando girl could hide a lot easier if she was just transporting him than trying to pass Spike off as one of them. ]

Hey! [Spike twists away, but it's too late, he's cuffed. He scowls back at her.] What do you think you're doing?

Oh, you know, I just figured no time like being stuck in a military facility that probably wants us both dead for bondage fun time. [ She rolled her eyes, shoving him harder into the wall before backing off. ] Being covert. You've probably never heard of it. Come on. [ She grabbed the back of his shirt and shoved him down the hall. ]

[...dammit, she has a point. Also he doesn't really have a choice but to go along with her plan. But that doesn't mean he can't keep mouthing off at her.]

Now, Slayer, I'm not surprised to hear that Agent Beefcake is as vanilla as they come, but don't think that means you can get your rocks off knocking me around. I've got taste.

[ She fwaps him over the back of the head for that, then holds onto his shirt as she guides him down the hall. This time, out of the containment hallway and into the main area, keeping close to the walls. It seems like everyone's distracted with ... something or another. Something like Adam killing Maggie, maybe. ]

[People dying mysteriously can be so convenient. Spike doesn't mouth off for now, though. He does his best to look surly and uncooperative. He does pretty well since it's... how he feels about working with Buffy and life in general. But he doesn't actually resist. He doesn't want to make a scene, and he does want to go the same place Buffy wants to go. Out.]

[ They make it halfway to the stairs out before someone comes up behind to stop them. A male voice asking what Buffy's doing with the hostile. She cringes as they come to a stop, exchanging a brief look with Spike and then turning around. ]

Uh ... Transporting? T-Trying to ... you know. Make sure the -- the behavior modification is, uh, modifying. See if maybe he can sniff out whatever ... [ She makes a gesture to the general raucous. The soldier hesitates, considering this, looking doubtful. ]

[Spike's not sure this is working, so he supposes he can take advantage of his innate untrustworthiness.]

Tell this bitch to let me go, would you? I've got rights, you know.

Shut up. [ She snipes back at him, shoving him. The agent seems to let it go and gives a nod, tipping his head to her and telling her to carry on. ] Come on. [ She shoves Spike along to the stairs out, and this time they make it without further trouble.

Once they slip into the stairwell door (better not to check and make sure that they hadn't revoked her clearance and find out mid-elevator ride) and it shuts behind them, Buffy breaks the cuffs with that super strong ease she has. ] We need to move. We may have made it out, but there's no telling how fast they'll catch on that we're gone.

You don't need to tell me twice. [Spike looks at the cuffs still on his wrists.] Great. Break out of a secret base with a woman, end up accessorising. [He starts hurrying up the stairs, taking them two at a time.]

This woman just saved your melanin-deprived ass. [ She shoots him a sharp glare as she heads up after him with one last glance back at the initiative, hurrying out. ]

Please. You couldn't have done it if I weren't helping.

Right. You were so helpful, what with your standing there handcuffed and annoying me while I tried to find us a way out.

And the noticing the grate, and getting you into it, and coming up with the whole impersonating a soldier plan, and making him think we weren't working together...

Do the words "shut up" mean anything to you? Just out of ... wild curiosity.

Not at all. [YAY THAT WAS LOTS OF STAIRS. They're at the top. Spike tries the door. It is, unsurprisingly, locked.]

[ She rolls her eyes when he tries it, then gestures for him to move aside and gives it a shot. She tries to just jerk the handle, then she slams her weight into it and budges with her shoulder twice and finally gets it to swing open. Yeah. It's okay, Spike. She's manlier than you are. ]

[Ugh, whatever Buffy, Spike is plenty manly.] I could have done that. [Maybe. He was just trying to do it the not breaking things way first.]

Yeah, I'll bet you coulda. [ She rolls her eyes and holds the door as she steps through it, waiting for Spike to follow her out into ... Riley's house. She glances around, briefly uncomfortable. If he'd really known about everything bad that just went down ... ]

[...I am not entirely sure how the invite rules apply here but I'm gonna assume this is either after the party episode EVEN THOUGH THAT MAKES NO SENSE or there were other parties or kidnapping Spike involved them needing to invite him in... somehow... whatever, it works. Spike follows her in and looks around. Oh yeah. He knows what this is.]

Some boyfriend you've got.

[ He didn't need an invite at the party, did he? It's like a ... group house frat type place. It's probably open invite. Or something. REGARDLESS. ] Excuse me? [ X( How dare you say the thing she's supposed to be acknowledging as a possibility bc that's part of her job as the Slayer. ]

[....probably. Maybe a drunken fratboy ran by screaming EVERYONE COME IN WHOO or something where Spike could hear it.] Already told you.

This isn't ... [ She looks around and then shakes her head. ] No. No. Riley didn't have any part in this.

Whatever helps you sleep with him at night. [Spike walks past her into the main building.] We're almost in the clear.