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6TH ☄ s h o o t i n g s t a r ☄ w r i t t e n

[Hello, Luceti. Have you been enjoying the strange little time shifts that have been coming and going these past couple of months? Because Kari hasn't. In fact, she's in the middle of one right now, and it's extremely unpleasant. Why is that, you ask?]

[Because she was just inside the elevator when they suddenly decided to not exist anymore. Unfortunately, they only decided to stop existing on the floor she was on at the time, so there's nowhere for her to go. At least it didn't turn into a bottomless elevator shaft to drop her to her doom. But they did turn into some kind of hellish stairway-purgatory with no doors, no windows, and nothing but two sets of stairs going up and down that simply lead to walls.]

[Thankfully, she has her journal with her to live-blog the incident.]

It's been 20 minutes now.
I'm stuck in a building somewhere. Like, literally. The elevator disappeared and now I'm apparently stuck in the wall.
The possibility of escape seems low.
Updates to follow.

The first hour.
There's no windows in here. Not sure how much air I have. Probably a lot.
It's cold. And hot. I'm so hungry.
And I think I left some instant noodles in the microwave.

Hour 2 of Elevator Purgatory.
I'm starting to hear voices.
No, seriously, these walls are way too thin. Maybe if I knock loud enough the people on this floor will start to think the place is haunted?
I'm like this close to trying to break the wall down.

Hour 2 and 10 minutes.
Don't try to punch walls with your bare hands.
Especially using the arm you broke few weeks ago.
It will hurt and you will feel like a dumbass.

Hour 3.
All hope is lost.
I've resigned myself to Elevator Purgatory forever.
Tell my mom I love her.

[Okay she's clearly being a little overly dramatic. But she's bored, and this doesn't look like it's going away anytime soon, so have at it! Feel free to specify what time your character is responding to, otherwise I'll just assume Hour 3. EDIT: And for people who might try teleporting in to save her, there's also a 100% power-cap shift going on inside the room, so anyone who goes in will be stuck with her until the time shift ends!]

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Got it.

[And with that Kari will just... play on her phone for awhile or something. With the sound muted in case she hears any knocking, of course.]

[Ginia arrives at Heart Building. Everything looks normal, elevator doors in place and closer. Ginia raps on them and listens before pulling out her journal to jot down a quick note.]

I'm here, heading up to the second floor.

[And from there, Ginia will walk up to each floor, pounding heavily on the wall and door, whistling loudly and listening for any sounds from inside the walls.]

Okay. I'll listen for you then.

[She won't get any response until she hits the fourth floor. Pounding on the wall will get a very soft banging sound in response, coming from higher up just above the ceiling. The elevator was between the fourth and fifth floor when it stopped, after all.]

[Ginia looks up as she hears soft pounding. Well, there's an unfortunate place to be stuck. She quickly hurries up to the fifth floor and kneels down, rapping the wall closer to the floor.]

[This time the response is much louder, almost as though Kari was trying to make sure she was actually heard this time. And if Ginia checks her journal, there'll be a written message there too.]

I can hear you really well from wherever you're knocking now!!

[All right, here we go. Ginia grabs her journal, seeing Kari's note and penning one in response.]

Looks like you're between the fourth and fifth floor. I'm on the fifth floor right now, going to try to create a hole above you and pull you out. I want you to stand as far toward the back as you can.

Okay! I'll step back.

There's still (useless, going to nowhere) stairs on either side of me, so don't worry about thinking you might hit me with something!

[And she'll just head up the ones going up to get the most out-of-the-way she can. They don't go any higher than 5 or 6 steps before they stop, but hopefully that's enough room.]

[With the doors tightly sealed and a wall much easier to repair than a wall, Ginia heads into the stairwell. She digs the hammer into the wall about a foot up from the floor, the claw easily working through drywall. She works carefully, hitting concrete as she works into the wall of the elevator shaft.]

[Oh, that's not a very nice sound from inside her little boxed-in area. She crouches down as best she can and covers her ears as Ginia works, keeping her eyes cracked open for when she might see her break through.]

[At a certain point, the elevator shaft will strangely give way to more drywall rather than the outside of the elevator -- that's where she'll know she's getting close.]

[It's not a pleasant sound outside either and Ginia knows it's probably worse echoing around inside. But there's not much Ginia can do about that as she continues to hammer and claw her way into the wall. It'll be about forty minutes before Ginia works her way past concrete and into the next layer of drywall. There, she stops and writes out a message.]

Hey, doing okay?

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[Yeah, that's a long wait, and after awhile Kari's starting to cramp from sitting like that. But once the crowbar breaks through, she calls out.]

G-Ginia!

[And then remembers and checks the journal for a response. But she'll just voice this one--]

Y-Yeah, I'm okay! It's a little loud, but I can take it!

[Of course, now it's just a matter of figuring out how to get her out once the hole is big enough. Kari was using the elevator for a good reason, after all. She's still not able to move too much after getting so injured on the draft. Climbing out might be a problem...]

[Ginia breathes a sigh of relief when she hears Kari's voice. She widens the hole a little more before drawing back, returning to feed two bottles of water into the room, a few candy bars, a bag of plain potato chips, and a wrapped turkey and ham sandwich.]

[FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD...! Kari stands and makes her way down to gather up the snacks and water, all at once remembering just how hungry she was. She was already hungry when she started making lunch earlier, after all.]

Th-Thank you! For awhile I was afraid I'd starve in here!

[...also, since Ginia is only hearing her voice right now, she's free to notice if it sounds a little familiar. Though it could just as easily be written off as a coincidence.]

[There's a slight bit of familiarity behind Kari's voice, though Ginia can't quite pinpoint why it sounds familiar. Something to mull over later.]

I'm going to have to keep chipping away. Want me to get something you can cover your ears with?

[It takes a moment for her to remember to check the journal again. She just calls back a reply:]

That's okay! I-I think I'm used to it already!

[Oh, Kari, that's not something to get used to. Scribble scribble scribble.]

After this I'll help you to the clinic, make sure there are no injuries.

[This next part is written back.]

I don't think that'll be necessary! I mean, it's not like I hurt myself just sitting around here doing nothing for a few hours.

[That assessment will be determined once Kari is out of there. For now, Ginia doesn't want to waste too much time.]

Going to begin hammering again, hang on a bit longer.

Okay!

[And with that, Kari will just resume eating those snacks Ginia brought with her head turned against her shoulder to block one ear, and a hand clamped down over the other. That's about how she'll look when Ginia finally breaks through far enough for her to look inside.]

[Thankfully, with the oddities of the environmental shifts going around, there are parts of the wall that aren't as sound as they should be. Ginia works into cracks, carefully chipping and moving rubble away, and it's only another hour before there's a good sized hole a person can fit through. With a small gust of wind magic to push the dust away, Ginia leans in inside and waves.

Face sweaty and covered with dust, stray bits of hair mussed and coming out of her ponytail, behold your hero.]

[Hero indeed. It's a welcome sight when Ginia finally pokes her head through, and Kari finds herself jumping up from where she had been sitting in joy! --and then regretting that, seeing as she's still not quite up for jumping around just yet. The wince might be hard to catch since the room is rather dim.]

Oh, my hero! And here I thought I'd be stuck here forever!

[Ginia grins... and sneezes. Dignified. But hey, given the usual characteristics of people in the village, no doubt someone would help her out. She quickly mimes writing something before ducking back out to write a message.]

I have a rope here. Can you climb out okay or do you want me to help pull you up?

[Naturally Kari already knew she had to read her reply -- but she'll just pretend she's not questioning it out of the stress of the situation.]

[The reply does take a little while, but for a different reason.]

...maybe? I mean, I can try! But I'm [...] not very strong, so I don't know if I could climb up the rope myself.

[It was an easier to lie than to try and explain her lingering injuries from the draft.]

[All right. Lie or not, Ginia accepts it and quickly writes down another response.]

I can put a fixed loop at the end of the rope. If you can put your feet in the loop, I can haul you up then grab your hand.

That should work! [Hopefully she won't be too heavy -- thankfully she's pretty tiny, but those muscles make her a bit heavier than she looks.]

[And also thankfully she's got long sleeves on, so her lie won't be spoiled so easily.]

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