o13 | spoken/action; and after I'd wipe away the tears
[ The elevator doors slide open, showing the fairly unremarkable, clearly empty insides. The two young woman waiting in the lobby step forward, boarding, turning around and facing back out the doors. They slide closed at the expected rate, after waiting patiently for any scragglers.
And that's when things get weird. A cake approximately the size of half the elevator itself manifests behind both girls as the doors shut, an artful, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY RHYME & SAKURA" decorating its tiered sides. To top it off? On the door a note states, "Happy Birthday! Let's stay and celebrate until there's nothing left at all!" ]
... My birthday was yesterday. Unless yours is today? At any rate... we should get the cake out.
[ Rhyme attempts to open the doors again, but now the doors... won't open. She opens the journal. ]
Hey, anyone near the elevator on the first floor, could you see if you can get the doors open? The doors won't open from the inside and it's getting cramped in here.
And that's when things get weird. A cake approximately the size of half the elevator itself manifests behind both girls as the doors shut, an artful, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY RHYME & SAKURA" decorating its tiered sides. To top it off? On the door a note states, "Happy Birthday! Let's stay and celebrate until there's nothing left at all!" ]
... My birthday was yesterday. Unless yours is today? At any rate... we should get the cake out.
[ Rhyme attempts to open the doors again, but now the doors... won't open. She opens the journal. ]
Hey, anyone near the elevator on the first floor, could you see if you can get the doors open? The doors won't open from the inside and it's getting cramped in here.