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Who: Molly Walker and Monty Petrelli
What: Oops. They're stuck.
Where: Elevator B
When: Tonight
Rating: We'll see
Status: Started
Okay, this wasn't exactly the type of evening she had planned when she had said she didn't want to go out. Just some dinner and then flopping on the couch at home to watch TV; was that so much to ask? Apparently so, and it had Molly in a less-than-happy mood. She'd been heading back upstairs after dinner, and had thought the elevator would be faster than climbing all the stairs. After all, she was eighteen - she could be lazy if she wanted. Pfft, who needed stairs, particularly when she was already sleepy? Unfortunately, clearly someone was trying to tell her that she should have just taken the stairs. The feeling of slight vertigo she'd gotten when she had gotten into the elevator on the first floor hadn't been enough to warn her. Now, though . . . now it was too late, and she was stuck. Scowling to herself, Molly finished posting a post on the boards through her phone before glancing through to her companion in the elevator, the only light at the moment cast by the backlight on her cell phone's screen.
"So . . . uh . . . Hi."
What: Oops. They're stuck.
Where: Elevator B
When: Tonight
Rating: We'll see
Status: Started
Okay, this wasn't exactly the type of evening she had planned when she had said she didn't want to go out. Just some dinner and then flopping on the couch at home to watch TV; was that so much to ask? Apparently so, and it had Molly in a less-than-happy mood. She'd been heading back upstairs after dinner, and had thought the elevator would be faster than climbing all the stairs. After all, she was eighteen - she could be lazy if she wanted. Pfft, who needed stairs, particularly when she was already sleepy? Unfortunately, clearly someone was trying to tell her that she should have just taken the stairs. The feeling of slight vertigo she'd gotten when she had gotten into the elevator on the first floor hadn't been enough to warn her. Now, though . . . now it was too late, and she was stuck. Scowling to herself, Molly finished posting a post on the boards through her phone before glancing through to her companion in the elevator, the only light at the moment cast by the backlight on her cell phone's screen.
"So . . . uh . . . Hi."