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[vitaelamorte]

Who: YOU!
Where: The Mindscape
When: starting November 11th
Rating: may be up to R for character deaths
Summary: Navigate challenges to learn valuable lessons about nonviolence, cooperation, and self-sacrifice! Release your inner animal! Read more about the event here, and on the bulletin board.
The Story:




"If you know yourself, you have nothing to fear."
"Working together is the only way."
"Deaths are a necessary part of life, but not all deaths are necessary."
"The needs of the many outweigh the life of just one."

Comments

[finewithhalf]

["On a girl her age," as if she's supposed to still be sitting at home being concerned with the love lives of barbie dolls. Old people have a weird sense of how time works.]

Then I'm not gonna help you do whatever dumb thing we're supposed to do to get out of here.

[She turns away from him in a flourish, not accidentally sending a cascade of hair into his face.]

So I guess you'd better get comfortable.

[thisismadfreaky]

You don't need a cold gun, Maya. Leonard only has one because he stole it from me in the first place.[That's definitely a flutter of hair in his face. Sassy, but completely unhelpful.]

Seriously?! You just wanna be stuck here?

[finewithhalf]

Lenny wouldn't have needed to steal it if you weren't so stingy with them. What, you think it's not something everyone should have? Is it for only a certain kind of person?

[thisismadfreaky]

It's not supposed to be for-- general use! There was a really specific purpose for why it was created and no, it's not something everyone should have. People could seriously get hurt with that thing in the wrong hands, Maya. [He's folding his arms across his chest. Truthfully, sometimes he's not sure Snart's the 'right hands', but he can't really change that.]

[finewithhalf]

[Still surly, she crosses her own arms and gives him a glance over her shoulder.]

And what kind of a specific use did you make it for?

[It's a trap, Cisco. Answer carefully.]

[thisismadfreaky]

[Okay, how does he answer this one without giving things away too completely? He has no idea how open Barry is about his speedster...ness... here, how much Leonard might have told her.]

How much do you know about the world I come from?

[finewithhalf]

I know enough.

[ She knows Kenny is the coolest.

[thisismadfreaky]

Do you know about metahumans? [Give him something to go on, here, Maya.]

[finewithhalf]

Do I know about what-the-huh?

[That sounds a lot like science. Is he trying to teach her science?????]

[thisismadfreaky]

Taking that as a no. [He's somehow not surprised, honestly. Who wants to bring home with them to Wonderland? And it's not like it mattered much here anyway... Until it did, because of some psycho meta falling through the cracks.] Humans. With powers. It's a thing [He waves a hand dismissively.] That's what I made it for. To stop the bad guys. [And then the thing fell into the hands of a bad guy, such is his life.]

[finewithhalf]

So... You're saying that not everyone should get to stop the bad guys?

[She flutters her eyelashes, clasps her hands together, and slips into an overblown southern belle accent.]

Well ah declare, little ol' me is so lucky to have a big strong man like you to keep me safe~

[She leans closer to squeeze his bicep. Because he's such a model of masculinity. And this is also 1300-or-whenever people wore hoop skirts in hot places.

If he doesn't pull away immediately, that squeeze will quickly become a pinch.]

[thisismadfreaky]

That's not-- [But he stops as she sinks into some ridiculous accent and he's already rolling his eyes before she reaches over to squeeze his arm.]

Oh my god. [Why is she like this? What did he do to deserve this?] Hey! [He jerks his arm out of her grip after she pinches him.]

How about we figure out how to get outta here and I'll make you a gun. [He holds a finger up.] Not a cold gun. But a gun. Something Leonard-approved. [AKA: Safer and less lethal. And if Leonard's the one giving the go ahead, maybe she'll freaking listen. Why does she like hima anyway?!]

[finewithhalf]

[She sucks at her teeth, eyeing him levelly. Oh, so this guy wants to haggle?]

You talk to Lenny about something he'd want for himself. He'd tell you to make me a water gun version. [And that's kind of how Maya got to be obsessed with getting one in the first place. How dare anyone tell her there's something that people like her aren't good enough to handle?] Anything that's good enough for Lenny is good enough for me.

[thisismadfreaky]

Well, at least you wouldn't accidentally freeze your friends to death with a water gun. [He's helping his case. Really. This is totally what's going to make her like him even a little at all.] Except that Leonard's a grown ass adult and you're like fourteen--and no matter what your teenage brain thinks--there really are things that are acceptable for adults and not for teenagers.

[finewithhalf]

Yeah? And a water gun ain't gonna do anyone any good if there's a Mirror on the wrong side trying to hurt someone important.

[ And then Cisco goes ahead and says that. Maya's eyes widen with the fire of a thousand suns. And then she pulls away from him and flops down on the floor, crossing her legs beneath her.

Silent treatment is a Go.]

[thisismadfreaky]

[Mirrors. He'd heard about them, but hadn't actually encountered one yet. He kind of assumes his must just be Reverb, or someone awfully akin to him.

The sudden whiplash from snippy words to the whoosh of her pulling away and flopping to the ground, utterly silent, is a lot to take in, in a matter of seconds.] Oh, come on!

[finewithhalf]

[ Maya Hart is nothing if not mercurial and complicated. She ignores the shout of protest, arms crossing deliberately over her chest.

This is really happening, because this is clearly the most mature way to do everything. ]

[thisismadfreaky]

[His lips draw into a line.] You know, you're really not doing anything to disprove my point.

[finewithhalf]

[Nope. Not gonna give him the satisfaction of getting a vocal reply. She's just going to look straight ahead at the opposite wall and think about all the art that should go on it to make this place less horrible.

It's gonna be a long week.]

[thisismadfreaky]

[Tiny, but fierce and stubborn. If it wasn't being directed at him, he'd probably be impressed.]

Fine, you wanna sit here forever, go for it. I'm getting out of here. [He turns his attention to the three doors lining one wall. It feels like a gameshow, there's a really great prize (aka freedom) behind one of these doors and terrible things await the other side of the remaining two. He's certain of it.

Well, there's no way of knowing what's behind any of the doors without trying first. And then, if he isn't too mad to actually remember with one door out of the way, he can totally calculate the chances of the right door, they can get out pretty quick. You know. If.

He marches over and picks a door at random, wrenching the door open just to be punched square in the face with an over-sized boxing glove on a spring. Luckily, the thing doesn't have a lot of hitting power so it doesn't hurt, but it's enough to knock him on his ass.] What the f-- [Cisco stops short as he watches the door slams shut of its own accord and all three doors glow a soft purple for a few seconds, whatever the hell that even is supposed to mean.]