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Tweak says, "And what do we say to death?"

Amrit Nikesh (piece_o_dat) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-09-27 21:41:00

Current mood:	chipper
Entry tags:	amun, isis, min, mut, osiris

Hell or High Water
Who: EGYPTIAN ~~SHIRTLESS~~ PARTY. Open to other Egyptians!
What: A water pipe in the stairwell blows, and the unlucky few around it at the time try to slow it until some help comes by. But the flooding water seems to jog something in the memories of the Egyptian gods.
Where: In the stairwell between floors 3 and 4.
When: A weekday afternoon.
Warnings: ~~Everyone gets wet.~~ Possibly a warning for language, we shall see.

The elevator of course wasn't working - even Amrit Nikesh, who had only been at Pax for two weeks, knew to expect the elevator to be a death trap more often than it was helpful. More than once he heard about people getting stuck in there, and even had some freaky rickety moments while he was moving stuff in. The thought of that thing falling right through to the basement one day didn't occur to him, but the idea of the door jamming and getting locked into that box rattled Rick just a little.

So Rick hummed to himself as he took the stairs two at time, practically flying up them in his Nikes. The elevator didn't matter. He planned on taking the stairs anyway - even if he had landed a place on the top floor instead of the 7th, the restlessness thrumming through him would've still compelled him to climb it the hard way.

It was kind of odd, really. He never came home exhausted. In fact, right now, Rick felt like he could climb the side of the building if he wanted to. Like he came home from a long day at work and by the time he hit his apartment he still got a rush, like the kind physical thrill snowboarding or surfing could give you. He tore apart and put back together his apartment twice now. He'd need to jump on getting into a gym or something, he thought, or he'd go crazy from all the energy buzzing in him. Figure out where his free weights went, at least. Maybe he left them with his bro, or just get a new set-

His chin and face snapped up, suddenly jarred clear out of his thoughts. Someone just sprayed ice-water into his face, or at least it felt that way, and now it still felt like a fainter, hazy mist was falling from somewhere above him. He needed a moment to get back on track, wiped his face with his elbow, and looked around for a reason. Seeing no immediate cause, Rick stepped towards the old central rail and leaned some of his body over the side, trying to get a better view up the stairwell.

"Hey?" he called, just to be sure.

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the_creatrix
2010-09-30 12:22 am UTC (link)

For Zara's part, her tank top was already soaked through, and the tops of her jeans were quickly getting there as well. The unbearable heat of the past few days didn't call for a jacket, especially when she'd be working outside, but she found herself regretting that decision as she tried to cross her arms as she held the phone to her ear. When the newcomer arrived, she offered him a little smile and a small wave as she waited for someone in maintenance to pick up. Absently, she bit the inside of her cheek as she watched Navid and Rick try to work with the water streaming in their faces, and subsequently, though to a slightly lesser extent, her and their newly met neighbor.

She held her own hand up to her eyes, and then, the water seemed to slow down - almost to change direction so it wasn't hitting them head on. Before Zara could pay it much mind, she turned away from the spray and bent over Navid's coat, shielding it with her body as someone from maintenance picked up.

"Hi, Nate," she said amiably, "I'm Zarina Macey, in D1, and I'm here with a few of the other tenants in stairwell two, and it seems like a pipe burst. Oh, I think around the third floor -" Zara looked up the stairwell and back down, then said, "yes, between the third and fourth floors."

As she spoke, the flow of the water slowed to nearly a trickle; she cast a glance up at Navid and the hardware he'd found. "Oh - has someone already - no?" Her brow furrowed. "OK. Sure. Thanks, Nate." With that, she wiped her phone off on a patch of dry pant leg, then slid it into the inside of Navid's jacket. Neither of them was going anywhere before a trip back up to the apartment to change anyway.

"Maintenance says they'll send somebody as soon as they can, but apparently there've been things happening all over the place today, starting with the elevator," she said, still puzzling over the tools there.

	Think we are about done here? piece_o_dat 2010-10-19 06:47 am UTC (link)
	Rick pointed down the stairwell, his index finger and thumb cocked like a pointed gun. "You've got the idea, Mir. I'm thinking a beer and a shower, in that order." He lifted his gym bag, which smacked against his back in a cold wet thud that sent a sudden, rolling shiver over him. "Or the other way around." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)