Moments like these were really starting to make Axel resent his portals. He wasn't sure why they weren't working properly, but he wished they could get their act together. After accidentally barging in on Disache, he had tried a few more times, and it seemed that there was about a 40% random failure rate. Why, he couldn't say, but he couldn't be sure he wouldn't wind up portaling out into the vacuum of space, so until he could figure out what the hell the problem was, he guessed he was sticking to conventional transportation for a while.
A woman followed him into the lift, and he nodded politely at her, then said, "Deck Four," very clearly. He was still not quite sure he was comfortable with this whole talking computer that could understand human speech gig, but so long as it did what it was told, he guessed he could handle it. Things seemed to go fine for about eight seconds, but when the lift screeched loudly and the lights flickered, Axel gabbed for the wall and made a comically alarmed face. Great, this was exactly what he needed today.
His eyes moved back to the woman in the lift with him, who seemed to be facing this conundrum with the same measured alarm. Heart beating in his throat (hah! Heart.), Axel pushed aside the visions of plummeting to their deaths and exhaled softly.
"Y-yeah," he said, and gave a nervous laugh. "Don't try this at home, kids, we're trained professionals."
Right. Professional Elevator Hostages.
Far be it from Axel to let his concern really show, though. He rubbed the back of his neck, pressing his lips together in consideration.
"Ah, I try my best to never be in a hurry," he said. "Haste makes waste, as they say. I prefer to take it easy." He pressed his hand against the wall of the lift and frowned a little. "Not sure I wanted to go the siesta in an elevator route, but it looks like we don't get a say."
lift
A woman followed him into the lift, and he nodded politely at her, then said, "Deck Four," very clearly. He was still not quite sure he was comfortable with this whole talking computer that could understand human speech gig, but so long as it did what it was told, he guessed he could handle it. Things seemed to go fine for about eight seconds, but when the lift screeched loudly and the lights flickered, Axel gabbed for the wall and made a comically alarmed face. Great, this was exactly what he needed today.
His eyes moved back to the woman in the lift with him, who seemed to be facing this conundrum with the same measured alarm. Heart beating in his throat (hah! Heart.), Axel pushed aside the visions of plummeting to their deaths and exhaled softly.
"Y-yeah," he said, and gave a nervous laugh. "Don't try this at home, kids, we're trained professionals."
Right. Professional Elevator Hostages.
Far be it from Axel to let his concern really show, though. He rubbed the back of his neck, pressing his lips together in consideration.
"Ah, I try my best to never be in a hurry," he said. "Haste makes waste, as they say. I prefer to take it easy." He pressed his hand against the wall of the lift and frowned a little. "Not sure I wanted to go the siesta in an elevator route, but it looks like we don't get a say."