[Action/Text] Well, that went well...
To be honest, Rory wasn't that worried about the storm currently battering Liberty, especially as she had been drinking for a good hour in the local pub in Vichy Plaza before heading for supplies and home. Memories of staying at any of her island cousins' homes while storm raged made this one seem not quite as back as it was. Keeping a tight hold of her two bags, one containing her Chinese takeaway meal (chicken fried rice and a portion of mushrooms in gravy sauce plus a cheap plastic fork), the other her alcohol for the evening (vodka, whisky and that pisswater America called beer), she made it to Tailles D'or Condos and the lift just as the storm began to truly pick up.
The lift had been about to reach her floor when it came to a shuddering stop and, with her balance compromised by the alcohol, left Rory to give the metal wall of the lift a Glasow Kiss.
The lift won that one as Rory crumpled slightly over the force she had hit the wall with, her bottles of pisswater and whisky smashing against the floor.
She didn't know how long she had been out for when the lift had stopped (couldn't remember when she got in) only that, as of right now, she was trapped in a small, metal boxthat stunk of alcohol. After a several deep breaths and a hesitant tap to the head (at least she wasn't bleeding she concluded) she pulled out her phone, an old motorola from before WAP had begun, and, after a few fail calls to her family's land phones (and the repair man downstairs) started texting.
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To: Arthur, Dewi, John, Jo, Peter, Remy, Wilm, Grace
Sent: 8:22pm Friday 18th of Febuary
Message: Is something happening outside?
To: Arthur, Dewi, John, Jo, Peter, Remy, Wilm, Grace
Sent: 8:23pm Friday 18th of Febuary
Message: Are you alright?
To: Francis
Sent: 8:23pm Friday, 18th of Febuary
Message: Do you know the mobile number of the repair man at the Condos?
To: Veronika
Sent: 8:24pm Friday, 18th of Febuary
Message: I have the perfect place for an experiment. Shame you can't get here.
The lift had been about to reach her floor when it came to a shuddering stop and, with her balance compromised by the alcohol, left Rory to give the metal wall of the lift a Glasow Kiss.
The lift won that one as Rory crumpled slightly over the force she had hit the wall with, her bottles of pisswater and whisky smashing against the floor.
She didn't know how long she had been out for when the lift had stopped (couldn't remember when she got in) only that, as of right now, she was trapped in a small, metal boxthat stunk of alcohol. After a several deep breaths and a hesitant tap to the head (at least she wasn't bleeding she concluded) she pulled out her phone, an old motorola from before WAP had begun, and, after a few fail calls to her family's land phones (and the repair man downstairs) started texting.
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To: Arthur, Dewi, John, Jo, Peter, Remy, Wilm, Grace
Sent: 8:22pm Friday 18th of Febuary
Message: Is something happening outside?
To: Arthur, Dewi, John, Jo, Peter, Remy, Wilm, Grace
Sent: 8:23pm Friday 18th of Febuary
Message: Are you alright?
To: Francis
Sent: 8:23pm Friday, 18th of Febuary
Message: Do you know the mobile number of the repair man at the Condos?
To: Veronika
Sent: 8:24pm Friday, 18th of Febuary
Message: I have the perfect place for an experiment. Shame you can't get here.