Jamie is heading down a hallway when he runs face first into a force-field. Wincing a little, he gingerly feels his nose to make sure he hasn't broken anything, then reaches out and finds the space in front of him blocked. With a shrug, he turns to go the other way, only to find that blocked as well.
"Hey?"
Frowning slightly, he tests the area around him to see if there's any way out...then he hears the announcement.
"Crew Coher...what?" Confused now, he looks around for the source of the voice, and finally, up at the ceiling. If looks could kill, the mistletoe that is up there would be very, very dead.
Finally, he lets out an aggravated sounding sigh and leans back against the wall, hooking his thumbs behind his sporran as he settles in for what may be a long wait.
Claudia stops in her tracks when she sees Jamie just leaning against nothing. Her eyes widen and she doesn't even try to hide her amazement. "Whoa!! How'd you do that?!"
Jamie, who had been glowering up at the mistletoe again, startles at the sound of a new voice, and looks around to see where it's coming from. He holds up both hands quickly as he spots Claudia. "Wait. Don't come any closer! There's some sort of force-field here."
That /possibly/ may have not been the best thing to say to a girl that likes lasers.
"What? Seriously?!" Claudia grinned and stepped forward, reaching out to touch said force field, but didn't feel anything. Frowning she looked over at Jamie like he was crazy.
"Is not!" She shook her head, and turned to move but ran smack dab into the very force field Jamie had warned her about. "What? Dude, what the heck is up with this?"
Marco had been in the hanger, taking the chance to gawk at all the very cool aircraft they had there. And the other strange machines that Marco wasn't at all familiar with, but he was sure that whatever they did, it was awesome.
And then, while he'd been admiring an F-15E Strike Eagle, bam!. Some voice starts taking about expressing emotion and research and cake. And then Marco couldn't. go. anywhere!
Several hours later, when Marco was still sitting around the ground waiting for the goddamn force-field to go away - and staring gloomily at the plant he'd eventually noticed was hanging above him every now and then - he was seriously pissed.
Roxie had been investigating the hangars. Emotionally-neutral space... practically a void in some places. It would work well for some of her rituals. And then she came across-
She stands a little of the way outside of the force field, having not even noticed it yet, and stares mildly at Marco.
Finally! A person! Alas, not a hot girl. Marco had assumed that the mistletoe meant that kissing had to be involved in order to get out of the force-field. And really, Marco didn't object to the kissing (as long as a hot girl was involved). The not being able to move? Not so fun.
"Hey, you!" he yelled at her. "Can you go...run along and find someone who can get rid of this for me?" he waved at the mistletoe. "Like maybe Selene. Or Claudia. Or at least a girl who's not twelve. Like eighteen, at least. You got that? Eighteen!"
Kirk was strolling along, tapping at a datapad when he ran right into a force-field. He staggered back, a look of confusion on his face. Then he scowled and looked up, "Alright, what's all this? You let me out immediately, do you hear me? Stacy? Stacy?"
Kirk staggered as someone bumped into him. He turned in surprise and found himself looking at Meluly. He frowned, "Miss... Meluly, isn't it? We seem to be trapped. HAve you any idea why or how we can get out of here?"
"Please express affection for your fellow crewmate to free them. This is of the utmost importance, and part of ongoing Crew Coherency and Cooperation Studies."
Jean as always was in the MedLab working, doing her Doctoring thing. Turning to go get another medical chart, she ran face first into some sort of force-field and was tossed back only to find herself bouncing off another shield.
Frowning, Jean stumbled and fought to regain her footing so she didn't fall flat on her face. "Alright! This isn't funny!" she called out, thinking that one of the Metas was playing around.
"Hello?!" She called, looking around, trying to figure out who was holding the shields up. "Hello?!"
Nate had been down in the medbay again, looking for more painkillers. His headaches didn't seem to be letting up. It was worrisome. But he figured he'd just been pushing himself a little too hard. It would pass eventually.
So when he heard the woman calling out, he came running. Seeing her seemingly trapped there, his eyes widened for a moment. "Hold on a sec! I'll get you out of there!" Turning around, he was about to run to get something to free her, or someone. But he came face first against a forcefield. Meanwhile, Jean would probably feel the shield in front of her disappear, widening to trap Nate inside with her.
When he heard the message she sighed. "Oh come on."
Oh yeah, while his wanting to help was totally sweet and appreciated - it had turned out to be pointless and an obvious waste of his time. Jean just sighed and pressed a hand to her forhead. "This is not good," she muttered.
She was stuck in an invisible box with some teenager. Just greeeeeeeeeeeeeat.
"Please express affection for your fellow crewmate to free them."
"What?!" Jean cried and looked over at Nate with a shocked expression. This was a joke, right?!!
"Please do not attempt to leave the vicinity until you have participated."
Looking up, he stared at the almost-mistletoe, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. At the woman's outburst however, he blinked. "Hey relax, I mean there has to be-"
A pause as he got a good look at her. His eyes widened slightly as he stared. He'd never seen her before. But there were record. Thousands and thousands of public records with pictures of her. "Are you...Jean Grey?"
Lister is a happy bunny. Tis the season to be jolly, or at least, it appears to be. He's leaning against the forcefield, humming in what might be considered to be an obnoxious fashion, and waiting for someone else to walk down the corridor.
He's also trying to chat up GLaDoS while he waits. Got to keep his hand in somehow.
"D'you never take time off to, I dunno, polish your motherboard, or whatever you like to do? Just chill out, catch a bit of telly, that sort of thing?"
Lister has ulterior motives. Can he annoy GLaDOS into letting him go? Or by asking her on a date. (He'll have to figure out how to romance a computer if things get that far).
"Lister?" Jamie stops dead when he sees his fellow teammate leaning on the forcefield, and his eyes widen as he realizes what that means. He reaches out with a hand, but doesn't find it blocked. He lets out a relieved sounding breath - he's still pretty flustered after the incident with Claudia earlier and really does not want to be caught again.
"Ye got trapped too, I see."
He's just going to ignore the fact that Lister's chatting up GLaDoS.
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"Hey?"
Frowning slightly, he tests the area around him to see if there's any way out...then he hears the announcement.
"Crew Coher...what?" Confused now, he looks around for the source of the voice, and finally, up at the ceiling. If looks could kill, the mistletoe that is up there would be very, very dead.
Finally, he lets out an aggravated sounding sigh and leans back against the wall, hooking his thumbs behind his sporran as he settles in for what may be a long wait.
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That /possibly/ may have not been the best thing to say to a girl that likes lasers.
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"Is not!" She shook her head, and turned to move but ran smack dab into the very force field Jamie had warned her about. "What? Dude, what the heck is up with this?"
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And then, while he'd been admiring an F-15E Strike Eagle, bam!. Some voice starts taking about expressing emotion and research and cake. And then Marco couldn't. go. anywhere!
Several hours later, when Marco was still sitting around the ground waiting for the goddamn force-field to go away - and staring gloomily at the plant he'd eventually noticed was hanging above him every now and then - he was seriously pissed.
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She stands a little of the way outside of the force field, having not even noticed it yet, and stares mildly at Marco.
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"Hey, you!" he yelled at her. "Can you go...run along and find someone who can get rid of this for me?" he waved at the mistletoe. "Like maybe Selene. Or Claudia. Or at least a girl who's not twelve. Like eighteen, at least. You got that? Eighteen!"
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It doesn't look like she's going anywhere. Oops. Maybe you should have been more careful with your words there, Marco.
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Bouncing off the force field, now that she's trapped in it, might result in her running right back into Kirk.
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"Please express affection for your fellow crewmate to free them. This is of the utmost importance, and part of ongoing Crew Coherency and Cooperation Studies."
Meluly's expression is now a bit like 'buahh?'
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Frowning, Jean stumbled and fought to regain her footing so she didn't fall flat on her face. "Alright! This isn't funny!" she called out, thinking that one of the Metas was playing around.
"Hello?!" She called, looking around, trying to figure out who was holding the shields up. "Hello?!"
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So when he heard the woman calling out, he came running. Seeing her seemingly trapped there, his eyes widened for a moment. "Hold on a sec! I'll get you out of there!" Turning around, he was about to run to get something to free her, or someone. But he came face first against a forcefield. Meanwhile, Jean would probably feel the shield in front of her disappear, widening to trap Nate inside with her.
When he heard the message she sighed. "Oh come on."
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She was stuck in an invisible box with some teenager. Just greeeeeeeeeeeeeat.
"Please express affection for your fellow crewmate to free them."
"What?!" Jean cried and looked over at Nate with a shocked expression. This was a joke, right?!!
"Please do not attempt to leave the vicinity until you have participated."
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A pause as he got a good look at her. His eyes widened slightly as he stared. He'd never seen her before. But there were record. Thousands and thousands of public records with pictures of her. "Are you...Jean Grey?"
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He's also trying to chat up GLaDoS while he waits. Got to keep his hand in somehow.
"So, what you doing after your research?"
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Lister has ulterior motives. Can he annoy GLaDOS into letting him go? Or by asking her on a date. (He'll have to figure out how to romance a computer if things get that far).
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"Ye got trapped too, I see."
He's just going to ignore the fact that Lister's chatting up GLaDoS.
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