[div][attr="style","background:linear-gradient(to bottom right, rgba(255,255,255,1), rgba(0,0,0,1), rgba(0,0,0,1), rgba(255,255,255,1), rgba(0,0,0,1), rgba(0,0,0,1), rgba(255,255,255,1));margin:2px;padding:4px;border:2px #000000 solid; "][div style="background-color:#000000;border-top:2px #741b31 solid;border-bottom:2px #741b31 solid;padding:10px;color:#d2d2d2;"]Chromewrecker looked over at the young woman who'd come to check on the elevator. She seemed nice. A decent human being, concerned for the welfare of others, all that jazz. [font color="a2a2a2"]"Oh, I'm fine. That's why elevators have emergency stop buttons - so if someone jumps on top of them at high speed you can still get out. Or... something. Anyway. There were two other people, they were fine until Little Miss "Putting the cute in electrocute" zapped one of them, but the other guy is probably taking her to the hospital. I don't think they want to socialize. Can't really blame them."[/font] Chromewrecker stood up, and right on cue, there was the zappy one, hand outstretched and mouth full of accusations. Chromewrecker gave Tazer another looking over and a regretful sigh. [font color="a2a2a2"]"Great outfit though."[/font]
And now she was being questioned by Cosplay Boy. At least he'd bothered to introduce himself. Chromewrecker commented a quiet: [font color="a2a2a2"]"Oh, is that how you pronounce that?"[/font], mostly to herself. She couldn't quite remember who Quetzalcoatl was supposed to be - probably the Ancient Aztec God Of Consonants or something like that. Ancient Mayan? She could never keep those two straight. Maybe if she hadn't dropped out of college for an asshole, she would have gotten to take comparative ancient religions at some point.
Oh, and he was giving her a look. Right, there was that whole business. [font color="a2a2a2"]"Really, the plane was bringing us all down. Do you know how terrible private jet travel is for the environment and the economy? It's an affectation of the super-wealthy meant to show the common people they're beneath. If you want to help where you can, you should lobby for stricter taxation laws on the upper echelon and require harsher emissions laws for private jet travel. Write your congressperson! Congress...deity? Change needs to happen, and the world isn't going to be changed by people standing around. Want to get involved? I'd love to have some help."[/font]
And now she was being questioned by Cosplay Boy. At least he'd bothered to introduce himself. Chromewrecker commented a quiet: [font color="a2a2a2"]"Oh, is that how you pronounce that?"[/font], mostly to herself. She couldn't quite remember who Quetzalcoatl was supposed to be - probably the Ancient Aztec God Of Consonants or something like that. Ancient Mayan? She could never keep those two straight. Maybe if she hadn't dropped out of college for an asshole, she would have gotten to take comparative ancient religions at some point.
Oh, and he was giving her a look. Right, there was that whole business. [font color="a2a2a2"]"Really, the plane was bringing us all down. Do you know how terrible private jet travel is for the environment and the economy? It's an affectation of the super-wealthy meant to show the common people they're beneath. If you want to help where you can, you should lobby for stricter taxation laws on the upper echelon and require harsher emissions laws for private jet travel. Write your congressperson! Congress...deity? Change needs to happen, and the world isn't going to be changed by people standing around. Want to get involved? I'd love to have some help."[/font]