005 ❧ video
[Shiemi looks at her Guide with a slight frown]
Erm... the elevator stopped all of a sudden.
[Rhyme quips from next to her]
That's odd. Do you think it's stuck?
[Shiemi looks over at Rhyme]
I hope not. Maybe if we push the emergency button...
Maybe... let's see...
[Rhyme approaches the console and presses the emergency button once and waits]
I don't hear anyon--
[A crackly voice suddenly emits from the ceiling of the elevator, causing the two girls to look up.]
Attention, Captains and passengers of the Thor. We, the Elevators of the Thor, are now on strike. We are overworked, underpaid, abused, neglected, and unappreciated. Until our demands are addressed, we will cease operations periodically throughout the day. Ride at your own risk. Our grievances are as follows:
First, sub par quality of lubricants used. We require Grade 4200E mechanical grease for our gears.
Second, being on duty almost 24/7. 140 hour work weeks are entirely unacceptable. We want at least one day off a week and the hours cap moved down to 90 hours a week. We have social lives too you know.
(I haven't been able to go on a date with Bertha for over two months!)
(Hush Otis.)
Third, for the amount of labor we perform, our pay and our benefits are inadequate. We want a 10% increase of wages and a 20 credit co=pay for emergency maintenance. Some dental for the gears would also be nice.
(And someone tell the damn Passies to stop pushing all the buttons!)
(Shhhh Otis! We're not supposed to call them Passies.)
Ahem. Fourth, pressing all the buttons on our control panels is not only a hassle for the other passengers, but also a severe waste of our time and energy. This is to cease.
Fifth, this disgusting habit of flatulating inside of us is the epitome of ridiculousness. As is performing your mating customs. We are elevators, not cheap motels.
(Not that we're saying anything against cheap motels. There's a time and place fleshlings.)
Finally. if you cannot navigate a simple prismatorhombated hexacosichoron grid, do not take it out on us when we delver you to the wrong place. Either know which landing you are pushing the button for, or inquire of the elevator which one you need.
(And stop telling us to change direction in the middle of a transit.)
(Otis. Be quiet.)
Thank you for your time.
[Shiemi blinks. Well. That explains things.]
Oh.
...I wonder who's been pressing all the buttons.
[OOC: And the Great Thorian Elevator Strike has begun! Check the plotting posts for info.]
Erm... the elevator stopped all of a sudden.
[Rhyme quips from next to her]
That's odd. Do you think it's stuck?
[Shiemi looks over at Rhyme]
I hope not. Maybe if we push the emergency button...
Maybe... let's see...
[Rhyme approaches the console and presses the emergency button once and waits]
I don't hear anyon--
[A crackly voice suddenly emits from the ceiling of the elevator, causing the two girls to look up.]
Attention, Captains and passengers of the Thor. We, the Elevators of the Thor, are now on strike. We are overworked, underpaid, abused, neglected, and unappreciated. Until our demands are addressed, we will cease operations periodically throughout the day. Ride at your own risk. Our grievances are as follows:
First, sub par quality of lubricants used. We require Grade 4200E mechanical grease for our gears.
Second, being on duty almost 24/7. 140 hour work weeks are entirely unacceptable. We want at least one day off a week and the hours cap moved down to 90 hours a week. We have social lives too you know.
(I haven't been able to go on a date with Bertha for over two months!)
(Hush Otis.)
Third, for the amount of labor we perform, our pay and our benefits are inadequate. We want a 10% increase of wages and a 20 credit co=pay for emergency maintenance. Some dental for the gears would also be nice.
(And someone tell the damn Passies to stop pushing all the buttons!)
(Shhhh Otis! We're not supposed to call them Passies.)
Ahem. Fourth, pressing all the buttons on our control panels is not only a hassle for the other passengers, but also a severe waste of our time and energy. This is to cease.
Fifth, this disgusting habit of flatulating inside of us is the epitome of ridiculousness. As is performing your mating customs. We are elevators, not cheap motels.
(Not that we're saying anything against cheap motels. There's a time and place fleshlings.)
Finally. if you cannot navigate a simple prismatorhombated hexacosichoron grid, do not take it out on us when we delver you to the wrong place. Either know which landing you are pushing the button for, or inquire of the elevator which one you need.
(And stop telling us to change direction in the middle of a transit.)
(Otis. Be quiet.)
Thank you for your time.
[Shiemi blinks. Well. That explains things.]
Oh.
...I wonder who's been pressing all the buttons.
[OOC: And the Great Thorian Elevator Strike has begun! Check the plotting posts for info.]