Won't you be my neighbor? (Active/CLOSED)

[weeatbodies]

Characters: Jonouchi, Mio, Zetsu, Edward, Alphonse, Alfons, Mewtwo, Simon, Nataku, Chopper, Red XIII, Shinji, Sasori
Setting: Maids' Hallway
Time: Very early Night 003, dusk
Summary: This motley crew discovers that they are locked out of any and all rooms. Hilarity Panic Something ensues.
Warnings: Holy shit, this thread is crowded. Possible

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[replicat]

Mewtwo had not been thrilled to find himself locked into a section of the house. Not thrilled at all. In fact, he was angry. Again. He made an effort not to show it, however, mutely investigating the other rooms--checking first to make sure they were unoccupied, as he had discovered that with considerable effort he could still reach out and investigate other minds. Most of the rooms were occupied, however--some by more than one person--and the two that remained unoccupied were... unappealing, at best

[marionettewaltz]

Sasori had already been in a bad mood, what with the collar a constant annoyance--he could feel the pressure if nothing else, and it was enough to drive him to furious distraction--and the brat he was attached to too much of a liability to ignore, compounded with the entire situation with this damnable house. And then, walking out of one of the rooms he had been exploring, in hopes of finding a way out of this place, he found the door slamming shut and clicking locked behind him.

He whirled with what could be described as nothing less than a sincere, furious wish that the door and the rest of the house attached to it would fall to pieces at the spot, aiming a swift, powerful kick at the door only to have it bounce off futilely.

He growled and kicked once more, out of anger more than anything else.

This damned godforsaken house!

[heretic_nataku]

Nataku had, luckily, been looking for something he was in the mood for in one of the containers of food they'd kept in the room when he'd heard Zetsu try to open the door. With the container held securely under one arm he opened the door and looked up at the plant-like man standing there.

"What's wrong?" he asked when the doorknob slipped from his fingers seemingly of its own volition and the door shut with a resounding click.

[plzkillme_now]

Somehow, following Sasori, he had found himself here. And, with a light clicking noise, locks he didn't even know the doors had, had locked. Shinji didn't even bother to pry at the door, it was useless. He was stuck here, where there were too many people he didn't know. And he was hungry - he hadn't eaten in a while. The cord around his neck was still connected to Sasori, but he hadn't figured out...

Ikari slumped onto the ground, resting against a wall with his head in his arms, knees to his chest.

[dig_to_live]

He had panicked at first, not out loud, but through somewhat noisy breathing and a expression suggesting paranoia when everyone started giving the indication that the doors were all locked. He worried, of course, about oxygen and food and water, but the worry didn't really last that long. Simon had backed into a corner rather quickly and as he crumpled into a a fetal pose, the fear subsided.

Not that he was feeling better, but less. The continued stress of living and the sudden shock had seemingly frayed his nerves beyond the ability to carry such a sheer load of fear at the moment.

Boota crept out from Simon's pocket and took a place on his shoulder, patting his head as best the little pigmole could.
Simon nestled tightly into his corner and sat watching everyone, wondering what they'd do.