[Drabble] Rock, Paper, Elevator (Original/Prince of Tennis)
Title: Rock, Paper, Elevator
Fandoms: Original x Prince of Tennis
Wordcount/Rating: 300+ words / G
Summary: In this round of Tezuka v. Elevator, Otis seems to be pulling out a few stops.
Author's Notes: Otis is an original character in a WIP I'm writing, but I needed a distraction from loneliness. murinae suggested "puddle-jumping" a long time ago as a way to get around writer's block, and aishuu was being wonderful by giving me a small pep-talk, so I thought, "Okay, let's write fanfiction characters interacting with Otis..." Er. Yeah.
The doors slid open, and Tezuka stepped into the elevator. One glance was enough to tell him it was empty, and he sighed inside.
"Ah, the Rock of Gilbatrar approaches!" the elevator--Otis--said. "Good morning, and how may we be of service today? Perhaps you'd like to go straight to your office, as you've done for the past three years without a single deviation?"
At least the elevator wasn't trying to be a rockstar today. Yesterday's entirely unsuccessful impersonation had been painful on the ears. "Twelfth floor, please."
"Let's make that three years and a day! My my, he's unfailingly polite, even to elevators! You're quite the model employee and the model man, aren't you? Everyone has a weakness-what's yours?"
The elevator inched up. Tezuka resisted the urge to glance at his watch; the last time he'd done so in the elevator, it had sped up suddenly, causing him to stumble into the wall. He wasn't sure why the elevator treated him this way, since he hadn't done anything to it that he could think of, but according to office gossip, the elevator was as whimsical as Fuji could be. Not that Tezuka listened to gossip--people were simply far too indiscreet when speaking.
"And as usual, the elevator is ignored," Otis said. "It's interesting how many people try this tactic. I could very well stop this car between the eleventh and twelfth floors until five minutes after eight, you know."
Tezuka glared at the panel. "Your reliability rating would drop," he said.
"Trade-offs." The elevator sounded airy. Then it stopped.
After three seconds, the doors didn't open, and Tezuka glanced at the floor indicator to see that both eleven and twelve were lit. He checked his watch. "There are thirty-three minutes to eight."
"Thirty-seven minutes and forty-six seconds to eight-oh-five," the elevator said. "Don't worry. There's plenty of air."
Fandoms: Original x Prince of Tennis
Wordcount/Rating: 300+ words / G
Summary: In this round of Tezuka v. Elevator, Otis seems to be pulling out a few stops.
Author's Notes: Otis is an original character in a WIP I'm writing, but I needed a distraction from loneliness. murinae suggested "puddle-jumping" a long time ago as a way to get around writer's block, and aishuu was being wonderful by giving me a small pep-talk, so I thought, "Okay, let's write fanfiction characters interacting with Otis..." Er. Yeah.
The doors slid open, and Tezuka stepped into the elevator. One glance was enough to tell him it was empty, and he sighed inside.
"Ah, the Rock of Gilbatrar approaches!" the elevator--Otis--said. "Good morning, and how may we be of service today? Perhaps you'd like to go straight to your office, as you've done for the past three years without a single deviation?"
At least the elevator wasn't trying to be a rockstar today. Yesterday's entirely unsuccessful impersonation had been painful on the ears. "Twelfth floor, please."
"Let's make that three years and a day! My my, he's unfailingly polite, even to elevators! You're quite the model employee and the model man, aren't you? Everyone has a weakness-what's yours?"
The elevator inched up. Tezuka resisted the urge to glance at his watch; the last time he'd done so in the elevator, it had sped up suddenly, causing him to stumble into the wall. He wasn't sure why the elevator treated him this way, since he hadn't done anything to it that he could think of, but according to office gossip, the elevator was as whimsical as Fuji could be. Not that Tezuka listened to gossip--people were simply far too indiscreet when speaking.
"And as usual, the elevator is ignored," Otis said. "It's interesting how many people try this tactic. I could very well stop this car between the eleventh and twelfth floors until five minutes after eight, you know."
Tezuka glared at the panel. "Your reliability rating would drop," he said.
"Trade-offs." The elevator sounded airy. Then it stopped.
After three seconds, the doors didn't open, and Tezuka glanced at the floor indicator to see that both eleven and twelve were lit. He checked his watch. "There are thirty-three minutes to eight."
"Thirty-seven minutes and forty-six seconds to eight-oh-five," the elevator said. "Don't worry. There's plenty of air."