2019-11-17 - Two Truths and a Get Me Out of Here!

CrrrAAwwwwwnk. There's a noise and everything. It's not a long ride at all between the upper and the lower floor. At least, if it falls, it shouldn't be a long fall, right? The elevator was descending, and then it wasn't, coming to a very sudden halt somewhere between one floor and the next somewhere, enough to give the passengers inside a sudden jerk.

"Holy shhh...oot!" Abby says. She's right by the door and the buttons, hands going flat to the wall to keep from losing her balance at the unexpected stop. It's starting to grow dark going into the late afternoon outside, but inside there's the harsh fluorescent glare of the lamp above. It flickers, but it was doing that already, nothing to worry about. Abby's at least wearing comfy clothes, jeans and running shoes and a bottle green cardigan over a blue t-shirt. The t-shirt has an important message on it: Don't Panic.

Sarah Stevens left her jacket by the door of the library, on the coat rack where hopefully no one is going to steal it. The blonde tugs at the navy blue, button-up shirt that she has rolled up her forearms, left unbuttoned over the white tanktop beneath. She places on her phone, a thumb hooked into the belt around the waist of her distressed pair of jeans. The expensive pair of sunglasses perched on top of her head almost fall off as the elevator grinds to a screeching halt.

A moment later the sound of her death in a Mobile Game can be heard, and that is the real tragedy.

"Motherfucker!" With a scowl, the Detective instinctively reaches for the sidebar of the elevator handle ringing the tiny room. She looks up, rolls her eyes with a 'tch', and then back down at her phone. The phone is held up with a frown, moving it around that way that people do like they think it will help reception. "The fuck."

The badge on the front of her belt is visible. The gun tucked under her left armpit is less so. But the posh police officer still tries turning this way and that, holding her phone up. Oh, she's not trying to call for help. She wants to see what her high score was. With a harsh sigh, Sarah gives up and glances around, as if just now noticing that the elevator isn't moving.

She doesn't say a word, though she recognizes the Cat Lady. Instead, she takes a single step, leaning towards the buttons, and presses the 'First Floor' one repeatedly. When that fails to do anything, she tries the Alarm. Then the Door Open, then the intercom. "Tax dollars at work, ladies. Thank your Mayor with your votes."

Everything has a song, at least according to Lyric it does. "I know just where it is upstairs." She had told whoever was on duty. "Well use the elevator, it's faster. And as long as you're not checking anything out, you won't slow things down. It's closing time." Lyric had assured she only had to look at something and she had hustled for the elevator. The ride up was simple. She'd got what she needed from the computer and wrote it down. Now it was time to go home. "Hold it please!" Scootching in just in time, humming a song, sometimes voicing it. "It's closing time.. humm, mm, hmmm." She grins, she didn't know the whole song. Settling against the wall with a bag crossed over her body. A satchel like bag, colorful. Then the sounds! Lyric's knees almost buckle, she grabs the rail to keep from falling, eyes wide. "OHMYGOSH!"

Abby shuffles a step aside and out of the way so Sarah can prod the buttons, eyes flicking from said buttons to the floor display above the door, which is helpfully still showing them on the upper floor, and not doing anything. She waits for a moment longer, then reaches out and also presses the buttons! Instead of going for many repeated presses, she's going with an alternative technique, sticking her finger on the button and pushing for long seconds at a time.

Unfortunately, the alternative technique also doesn't work! And she was so hopeful too. Her face drops slightly, mouth twisting aside. She draws a deep breath, exhales, and offers her two elevator buddies a friendly, optimistic smile. "Well... maybe it'll start up if we wait a little while?" Does she believe it? Who knows. But she's very positive.

"Detective," she's at least familiar with the woman this applies to. She offers her Lyric a smile too, with just a small show of concern on her brows, "Hi. Are you okay?"

"Well... how would the Brits put this. Oh. Yes. Proper fucked." Sarah mutters as she steps back from trying all of the buttons at least three or four times. Sadly, she is no engineer. There will be no popping open of panels and hotwiring from this Detective. Someone stole your child to use a drug mule? On it. Basic eletrical work? Nope.

"This is why we take the stairs, isn't it?" The blonde glances towards the other two, her eyebrows raised inquisitively. "Not only is it good exercise, but they don't get stuck! Statisicly more dangerous, but your ass will look great and you won't have to wait on a repair man. So... trade offs."

With a final, morose glance at her cellphone, Sarah tucks it away into the hip pocket of her jeans. "Nurse Kitty Cat. I really hope you've gotten those decals removed." There's a glance towards the woman she doesn't know. Really, she doesn't know either of them, beyond a name for one of them. "Hey." She lifts her chin towards Lyric. "Sarah. This is Cat Lady. Also Abby."

Blowing her cheeks out, the Californian glances around the small space, her blue eyes searching it like it's an escape room. "So, Truth or Dare? I dare you..." She keeps her elbow close to her side while she swings her finger in the direction of the DJ. "...to climb out of the emergency hatch, shimmy up the cables, and get help."

"It's getting hot in here. It's hot." Even if the air or whatever is still on, and it's cooler, Lyric sucks in some breaths, "Isn't it hot? Are you hot?" That's her answer to the question on if she is okay. Okay, okay names was a good place to start. She looks at the cat lady, aka Abby, and Sarah. the cop. "I'm Lyric." Her eyes widen again. "You're the cop. Like Gabriel. You can do it can't you? Won't going up just have a roof if we're on the second floor?" She doesn't know these things!

Abby gets out her own phone, an older Android, and peers at it, holding it out and away from herself. The lack of a signal and wi-fi connectivity puts a frown on her face. "What is this elevator made of? At least I know here I'm hiding if there's a nuclear war..." she mutters, lowering her and and half tucking the phone into her pocket.

She rolls her eyes at Sarah, leaning in slightly towards Lyric to clarify. "I only have one cat. I'm not sure I qualify as a cat lady, I'm still working on it." Her playful tone softens. "It's nice to meet you, Lyric. It's a little warm, but it's fine. You're fine," she assures the younger woman, then looks up at the hatch. "How do you open that? And we might've gone for Truth instead of Dare, that's not how you play that."

"Well, I don't like to toot my own horn..." Sarah quips with a flashy, Hollywood-ready grin, stepping a little closer and laying a hand on Lyric's shoulder. She runs a hand through her own own, flicking it back over her shoulder, then waggles her brows ridiculously. "But I am pretty hot." She's no paramedic, or nurse, but she's seen enough signs of panic to know to get someone's mind off of it, and humor is her go-to for just about everything.

"That is correct, Ma'am. Miz Lyric. I am the cop. Gabriel is a cop. Huge difference. And nothing is going to happen to you while I'm here. Look at me. I need you to nod your pretty head. Nothing is going to happen to you. We're right here with you. Understand?"

The blonde glances up towards said maintenance hatch. "Unfortunately they've been locking those for a couple of decades now. Safety regulations. OSHA or Fire Marshal or something. Fed law? Anyway, people kept climbing out of them and getting hurt. Doing stupid shit. If we pry the doors open," She turns her eyes on the two reinforced aluminum barriers. "We're probably just going to come face-to-cinderblock with a wall."

"So we get to sit tight and... get to know each other. You have any cards in that gym bag there?" She reaches out, tapping her knuckles against the side of Lyric's tote. "Maybe we're in luck. You swipe some reading material?"

Stevens lets go of Lyric when (if) the woman looks like she's going to calm herself down, turning to take a step away. A singular finger is held up in Abby's direction without looking at her. "That is the only way to play the game! Otherwise everyone always picks 'Truth' and no one makes out with anyone, and it's boring and your party sucks and everyone ditches your next party for the one at Lacey's."

"...Not that I'd know anything about that. Truth is the worst option. I'm sure the automated alarm will summon... someone. When they notice the elevator isn't working. Heh." Another flash of a smile. "Hope no one has to pee."

Lyric scrambles for her own phone and there's no wifi or connectivity. Nothing. She slides it back into her back pocket and still looks a little wild eyed. Abby's calm voice helps as well as Sarah's humor and eventually, Lyric does look to calm down. "I don't have any cards or books." She looks up towards the hatch and sighs wistfully that it's locked. They are really trapped. "I got some magazines." Not from here though, but maybe swiped from an office's reading material somewhere. She leans against the wall and slides down to a seated position. It doesn't occur to her to use her glimmer stuff. "No, I already used the restroom. Don't pee in here," her nose crinkles.

"Oh, right, I could try to unlock it, but I don't even see anything on this end. It must just open from the outside," Abby agrees while studying the hatch above, though she ends up almost pouting at this observation. "Oh well," she shrugs, making it sound as light and breezy as possible, flashing Lyric another warm, amiable smile. Everything is fine!

Looking over at Sarah, the nurse has to concede the point somewhat. "Well, I never really did play it much and I always cheated at Truth anyway, so that kinda... defeated the whole point, didn't it?" But, first things first, she goes near the door and gives it a light tap. "Hello! Is there anybody in the library? HellooooOOOooooooo." She doesn't quite yell, but almost, then presses her ear to the door to listen.

"Sweet." Sarah rounds to face Lyric once more, eyes shining with the hopefulness that only true boredom and a realization that they might be bored for a while can bring. "Don't suppose you grabbed some Highlights? Those are the best. Every now and then you get just a faceful of sheer, 80s radicalness blunt forced into your skull."

Sliding her back against the wall next to the door, the side without buttons, Sarah slowly mimics Lyric's traverse down to the seated position while Abby goes about calling for help. "Work better if you open the doors first. You just have to kind of pry. They don't open all the way, but it's one less barrier of materials to try and scream through."

A glance up at the hatch, then away. "They lock from the outside. So people can't pick or bust the locks and crawl up there. Meth heads ruin everything." She looks back at Lyric, rubbing her hands together and then holdig them out, her legs stretching out across the middle of the tiny box they're trapped in.

"Okay, magazines, honey. We can't play Truth or Dare, because someone is a cheater. Maybe we can play Phone Swap . I have... solitaire on mine. But without a signal, I'm probably hunting and the battery's gonna die in like forty-five minutes. There's also two lies and a truth. Or two truths and a lie." A pause, she grins and flashes a wink at Lyric. "Abby, do you cheat at all truth games, or just the ones with dares involved?"

"Or... we could shoot our way out. I'm not fond of that plan, but I'm not dead set against it, either."

Lyric just keeps silent for a long moment, listening to them. She's focusing inward, not wanting to freak out. Lyric freakouts are bad. Really bad. She rocks in place for now, clutching her satchel. The good news is that she isn't talking to her invisible friend Lizzy.

Lyric lifts the strap off her bag and opens it, taking the energy to focus there. "I have gum, cinnamon and spearmint. I got a issue of Seventeen with a quiz on how to be your best outgoing self. I got a midnight star magazine that says you can eat jelly donuts and lose 20 pounds a day. And that top psychics all agree that the telephone company has a brand new service that let's you talk to the dead. " She lifts her eyes to Sarah about shooting and that's when it occurs to Lyric about her magics! She narrows her eyes towards the door, almost like she's squinting. She doesn't use it. She's not scared right yet anymore. "Can you open it? We can tell ghost stories if it gets dark."

"Hello! Anyone? We're trapped in the elevator!" Abby insists, ear to the door. But there's nothing. "There has to be someone out there, everyone can't just have left already..." she's decided this, glancing over her shoulder with her eyes snapping wide at the mention of shooting one's way out. "Let's not? In my professional opinion, that seems like a terrible idea... for oh so many reasons." Big smile. Big smile.

Instead, Abby tries to pry the door open. She sets her jaw and squares her shoulders and focuses and does her best to dig her fingertips into the crevice running the center of the door. Almost. Almost. "Hrmp. Grrrrm." She flattens her other hand into the other side, pushes, pulls, strains, braces herself against the wall, but all her progress suddenly slips between her fingers, and she slumps back into the wall, panting ever so slightly.

"Well..." she wipes a forearm at her face and shrugs at the two others. "That didn't work. And I don't cheat. I used to cheat at it, when I was young and actually played Truth or Dare," she backtracks to provide an explanation with a little, mock-indignant scowl in Sarah's direction. "20 pounds a day? That's... ridiculous and dangerous, medically speaking."

"Oh shit, give me the Star!" Sarah exclaims immediately, making gimme motions with both hands in Lyrics direction. "I need to get on this jelly donut diet so I can get back to eating sugar without turning into Rebel Wilson's less-hot cousin. I am totally already my best outgoing self." A glance towards the bag. "And I'll take a cinnamon if you're offering. I'm a spice girl at heart."

The Detective looks up and to the left, at the nurse struggling with the doors. "Well... have it your way, but don't say I didn't try to help." She does not, thankfully, not pull out her gun and start trying to blast their way out. Instead, she takes the magazine, if offered, and sets it aside. Then she takes the stick of gum, if offered, peels off the wrapper, and slides the stick into her mouth while balling up the small piece of paper, before flicking it against the floor.

"Okay, guess I'm up. If we're really gonna try everything here." Putting a hand on the rail, the Californian hauls herself to her feet, her knee popping as she does so. "Fuck." A shake of her legs is out, her fingers laced together, palms outward as she cracks her knuckles. Head twists to the side at an odd angle. Another pop is heard. "For the record, Truth or Dare is a timeless classic, twenty pounds a day sounds amazing, and once a cheater, always a cheater!"

"Buuuuut if you want to prove us wrong, go ahead! Two truths and a lie. We'll guess the lie."

Tugging off her outer shirt, Sarah rolls her shoulders and lets it slip down her arms, depositing it on the floor. It reveals the shoulder harness that holds her gun, as well as the dog tags that hang around her neck. With a deep breathe, the blonde begins to pry at the door, digging her fingers into the crack. Muscles that normally don't show pop out along her arms, shoulder, and back, indicating that, yes, this woman does go to the gym, and at a level beyond police fitness requirements.

Despite the thing being stubborn, obstinante, and potentially stuck, with the squeal of protesting metal, the two halves part... and then stop. The door is halfway open. With a harsh exhalation, Sarah steps back, a hand to her stomach as she takes a mock half-bow. "Open Sesame."

"What if we all try an' open it together?" The more things that are tried and failed, the more worried Lyric gets. Leaving her bag on the floor, she moves over to the door and looks over to Abby. "You get one side, I'll get the other?" But Sarah comes over so Lyric steps back to get out of the way. Just in case she does shoot. She watches quietly then nods her approval when it opens. "What about Never have I ever?"

"Oh, it's just I'd rather not have to treat any injuries... since I'm not at work, you know? I'm not getting paid for it," Abby explains with a little grimace, but she's still smiling. When Sarah steps up to the door, Abby waves her forward and steps back to make room, watching closely. "I'm still hoping we'll be rescued before this turns into a sleepover," she remarks on the subject of Truth or Dare and Two Truths and a Lie.

When the elevator door actually opens, she actually claps. "Yay! Thank you!" And then she drops down to her knees. In front of the open door it's mostly brick, but there's a tiny gap along the floor that suggests there's only one tiny layer between them and the outside world! That is to say, the library. "Hello! Is there anybody out there? HellOOOOoooooooo? Hi? Anyone?"

Crickets. Not crickets, literally, not even the sound of a librarian shushing the crickets.

"I know how to pick locks. I was almost district softball champion in high school. My cat has over 3000 Instagram followers," Abby adds after a moment.

"That's a drinking game, hon." Sarah laughs, answering Lyric's suggestion. "And unless you got some booze in that bag..." There's a longing look at the set--aside satchel. "Or at the very least some weed or another intoxicant, I don't think that one's going to work. Though, if you did have booze, that would not make our 'No peeing in the elevator' rule quite a bit more difficult."

Sarah steps to the side as Abby gets to her knees to try again calling for help. She doesn't join in. No sense in two of them going hoarse. "In defense of sleepovers, I've still had worse." The blonde muses, bending down at the waist to pick up the Star Magazine. She steps towards one of the back corners of the elevator, moving away from the door to clear space while she opens it up, searching for this fabulous diet article.

"I was at Michelle Johnson's house, her daddy was a Big Time Director, if you asked her. Some schlub who schmoozed for documentary film money. You know those pretentious works? Anyway, she invited some boys over and the boys brought beer, and... let me just say, that there was an incidient involving someone else's barf and my mouth during Seven Minutes In Heaven."

She crouches down, letting herself fall back against the wall and into a seated position with a small grunt. "I'll probably be missed when I don't rendesvouz with my partner sometime... tonight. Or by morning. Tess' a good cop, but don't ever tell her I said that. First thing she'll do is probably nab for my phone records, since I've already been kidnapped once, and presto! Come here looking for us. But... could be a while."

"So we can get to know each other, or just... sit in silence, if you ladies prefer." She reads a few lines. "Your call."

"Okayyyyy..." Sarah looks up from the magazine and squints. "You mentioned picking locks earlier, so that's true. No way the cat thing isn't true, I've seen your car. So the lie is the softball thing.!"

Silence greets them and Lyric just listens as hard as she can. Nothing. She takes a deep breath. Turning back, she has a seat and grins. "I wish we had a drink. Wait! I have water. But if we drink water we'll have to pee. So no water. Unless we're gonna die." No weed apparently. She looks to Abby and tries to guess. "I think you can't pick locks."

"Helloooooo!" Abby is not giving up that easily. But she does give it a rest for now, shifting from her knees to sit with her back against the wall. "I have... chapstick and... two pieces of candy. They're probably kind of melty." She concludes this after her fingers go through her various pockets, then finally looks between the other two women stuck in the elevator with her.

"Sorry," she says to Lyric with a warm, apologetic smile, then points a finger at Sarah. "Right! Our team was terrible when I was playing, we never got anywhere close to the championship," she admits with a slow nod, then just blinks a couple of times in the Detective's direction. "I'm glad I never played that then. And I really don't want to wait until morning." So she gets her phone out again to see if it still can't get a signal. "My roommate might notice I'm gone, but I don't think she'll panic..."

No weed, indeed. Or at least none in front of the cop, who may be one of those SQUARES who checks for prescrips and/or licenses and all kinds of legalese. Can never be too careful in front of the badges. Sarah doesn't press for any more drug-related information than that, nor offer if she has any of her own. But she's a Vice Cop. Surely she wouldn't! Right? ...Right?

Her mystery smile isn't telling.

"Water is better than what I brought. Which is my good looks and wit. So... congrats, Lyric. You win." She glances towards Abby, then back down at the magazine in her lap, flipping through a few more pages. "Hon, if we're getting out of here, it won't be under our own power. Phone signals are blocked, there's a wall in front of the door, and we don't have the leverage needed to bust out the top of the elevator."

"Sit tight and try not to panic. Oh, right." Detective Hollywood's blonde head comes up as she mulls over potential truths and lies in her head. "My turn... let's see... Okay, I used to be an Instagram model before I found Jesus. Mmm... I've been in an adult video available for purchase online. Annnnnd... I've down powdered cocaine while a gun was held to my head!"

She looks from one woman to the other, then back again. "Take your best shots!"

Lyric doesn't add much except to slide her bag over for anyone who wanted anything out of it. That the nice cat lady could pick locks surprised her. She smiles though, because she is about the most non-judgy person ever. However the cop talking about modeling on the computer, sexing on the computer and taking cocaine at gunpoint does bring a few questions. "Where did you grow up?" Cause here in Gray Harbor where Lyric was raised, none of that happened. "Probably not sex on the video."

"Oh. I'm sure someone will rescue us, hopefully before I need to get to work," Abby draws a deep breath, exhales, and folds her legs together, hands curling in her lap. "I wish I'd charged my phone before I left the house, though," she mutters. Leaning back against the wall, she stares at Sarah, a complicated series of expressions rolling across her face.

Brows knit, barely a hint of red on her cheeks, mouth hanging open for a second. That fades into a focused, squinty, suspicious look. "I'm pretty sure the first one's the lie. You haven't found Jesus."

"Los Angeles." Comes the easy reply as Sarah looks first at Lyric, snapping her fingers at the woman and repeating her answer. "Adult film star for you." Then she turns to look at the nurse, eyebrows raised. "No Jesus for you!"

Sarah claps her hands together, pointing both index fingers at the nurse, looking at Lyric. "She's got it. I'm Catholic, in church every Sunday like a good girl since I was Baptized. But I've never been an Instagram model."

"What we should do, though? Is make this... interesting. Who wants to do some illegal gambling, ladies? Oh, just for fun, not for keeps!" She shifts onto one hip, digging around in her pockets. Out comes some change, a pocket knife, zippo lighter, a balled up receipt from a convenience store, a wallet with Batman printed on it, a few crumpled bills, half a roll of life saves, and her cellphone.

"Okay, I have a shitty haul. But from now on, anyone who guesses right gets a prize from that person. Abs, you can put up those melted candybars. Lyr, you got water, or... whatever else you wanna go with. I will wager, mmm..." She picks up the lighter. "This!"

"Okay, Lyr. Your go."

Lyric reaches into her pocket but gives Sarah a quizzical look. "Does no one else find it weird that you did cocaine with a gun to your head? Just sayin'." She tugs out some money. A pretty good bit. She works at the Cabaret guys, as a DJ the dancers tip her well! In her back pocket is her phone and her other back pocket a condom. She grins and shrugs and in her other front pocket is a handwritten phone number. She laughs and places that out there. "If you like guys, this one belongs to an ex-Seal. He's hot. I'll even throw in the condom with it." But it's not her bet yet so she places them aside for now.

"Umm. I sing in a band. I tried to have sex with a gay man, I didn't know he was gay. I stole clothes off a clothes line when I was 10 and wore them to school and the owner recognized them." She grins.

Abby gives Sarah a curious look at the answer, fidgeting with her buttons for a second before flashing a wide grin at the detective, "Oh. Well, I suppose you hadn't lost Jesus so you'd have to find him again, then! That's close enough, I suppose." She's starting to raise her eyebrows at the mention of illegal gambling, when suddenly she leans in towards the door.

"Hellooooo? Is there anyone there?" She's not giving up just yet! A moment of silence later, spent aiming an ear at the door, and she slumps back into her previous posture. "I thought I'd heard something."

She starts going into her pockets. And there's a tube of Reese's Chocolate Peanut Butter Scented Lip Balm, a miniature Snickers, one piece of strawberry-wrapped grandma candy, a tiny pencil, a wallet with... a cat on it, some dollar bills, and a neatly folded handkerchief, purple. She shakes some lint off the latter and sets it down, then looks at the other, holding up a hand to refuse the offer of the phone number. "Oh, I'm good!"

"I'll bet, um..." she pushes forward the priceless grandma candy, then stares at Lyric, thinking. "I have no idea. You... did not steal clothes off a clothes line?"

"I worked Vice back in L.A." Sarah explains easily enough, lifting a hand. "I looked good in a dress, so I did some undercover work for a bit. Standing on street corners, posing as a prostitute. Then went deeper. Crooks seem to have a lot of misconceptions about undercover cops. Like that we have to tell them if asked or that we can't do drugs or commit crimes while undercover."

"So... I passed my test. It was snort coke or die. I think I chose wisely."

Eyebrows raise at the condom, bringing a snort, and then a laugh. "Always prepared, huh? You must have been a Girl Scout!" She eyes the phone number. "I'm not really into men, but... I know a few girls I could trade that to. Sure, a worthy acquisition!"

Abby's stash comes out, and while the blonde doesn't say anything, her eyes zero in on the lip balm dramaticly. If this were a movie, the camera would zoom in dramaticly on her narrowed gaze with a sudden upsurge in tense music. Oh yes, target fucking acquired.

As Lyric goes about her truths and lies, Sarah glances down at the items, then back up at the woman, squinting. "Okay, your name is 'Lyric', so no way you're not in a band. Given the amount of details in the clothes line story, that seems like a solid memory. ...Or an overcompensating lie. But I'm going with the gay man. Even if you didn't know he was gay, he probably did. I figure he'd have told you way before you were tugging his pants down."

She leans over, hovering a hand near the phone number. "I get it?"

"IS there night time maintenance? Maybe we should all yell together?" Lyric is so down for that if the others are. The explanation from Sarah has her frowning but she nods grudingly, "Being a cop is dangerous." She slouches a little and nods to Sarah, "You got it right. I never even tried to seduce Cole, he's just always been a friend and a roommate. He's super nice. I'd never try and do that with him. I did steal the clothes cause my mom died with I was 6. I was in Foster care and all my clothes got too small." She laughs though, not any hard feelings over what happened. The condom thing though? That makes her laugh. "That's for my friend too. He's sleeping with my band member and I don't want them to have an accident."

"I hope so. Maybe cleaning? We can try to yell from time to time..." Abby offers with a quick glance at the partly opened door, but she doesn't seem too keen on yelling again, having done a lot of that already. For now, she seems resigned to wait. Listening to the explanation, she snaps her fingers, "Aw, missed. Wait, how does the betting even work? I'm confused." She directs her confusion at Sarah, who is apparently the person in charge of the game as far as Abby is concerned.

Then it's her turn, but she's having some trouble, brow crinkling as she wracks her brain for an interesting trio. "Oh, I'm so bad at this. Let's see... I've sprained my wrist during a fight at a soccer game. I'm a Sagittarius. I've never traveled out of state."

"The betting is easy!" Sarah chirps as she snaps up the phone number. And the condom. They were a matched set, right? "If you guess right, you get what the other person puts up for dibs! Or I guess you could take back something you lost, if you really like it."

"So this Cole," The Detective looks speculatively at Lyric. "Is he the one you carry the condom for? I kind of doubt it... I suspect the word 'accident' applies to pregnancy, which means a female cohort. Which is... all kinds of weird that he's so absent-minded he can't keep one in his wallet. What happens if they get freaky and you're not around?"

That line of thinking is sidelined as the game comes back around to Abby's turn. The blonde, turns to focus on the nurse, leaning forward, folding her legs Indian style. An elbow rests on her knee, her chin on her palm. "Fighting... okay, everyone's done that. I can believe you've never traveled out of state, a shocking number of people never do who live in bigger states. I don't know much about astrology, buuuuuut... I don't think you're a Sagittarius. Aren't they usually really outgoing?"

"Boom! Human lie detector, right here!" Sarah announce confidently, already reaching for the lip balm, possibly way prematurely.

"I don't know but they are both in the band and we all have bunkbeds in one room. Unless someone's getting weird. Like those two. There's a separate room for that. Cole has his own room and I barely see him." The condom is slid over with a grin. "I didn't know you like girls. I've never been with a girl.

Looking to Abby, she considers her. "Is your birthday in Decembr then? I think maybe. You're definitely not a Scorpio, I think. I think you're a Sagittarius." She really doesn't know but sometimes it's fun to play opposite.

"Well, you don't want to carry the same condom around too long anyway. They start deteriorating with friction and temperature changes and can break more easily after a while..." Abby delivers this in her practiced reproductive health nurse tone. Then she adds in a lower, half-whispered voice, smiling slyly, "So hopefully these people are having enough sex that you need to rotate the condom out for a new one on a regular basis."

"I am outgoing enough to be a Sagittarius, thank you very much!" She gasps at Sarah, hand going over her heart in feigned indignation. "I'm not. I'm a Taurus. But I could be!" She has to concede with the smallest of pouts, waving the lip balm away in Sarah's direction.

"Before today, you didn't know I existed." Sarah quips, bobbing her thin, blonde eyebrows a single time, flashing her Hollywood-ready smile at Lyric. "But if you're interested in exploring the other side, why don't you put your number in here." With a single finger, the policewoman slides her phone, in its protective case, across the floor until it rests between her and Lyric. "We'll go to Firefly, catch a few drinks, do a little dancing, and live on the wild side."

The blonde is still grinning as she uncaps the balm and slowly begins to apply it to her lips. It's placed generously over the lush lower one, after which she presses them together, rubbing them a bit as she works her jaw side to side. So applied, she blows kissy faces at Abby. "Mmm, candy."

"Okay, for the zippo, or the lip balm..." Sarah leans back, letting her eyes roam up towards the buttons of the elevator. She stretches one leg out, crooking the other up at the knee to rest an arm against it. "I have never had sex with a man. Hmm... I've never been in love. Or... Oh, I don't know... I'm a recovering drug addict, five years clean."

Her eyes fall, landing on the DJ, then sliding over towards the nurse. She's still smiling, but not showing any teeth while doing so. The sad part is that she's actually beginning to really get into the game. Winner's high!

"I get them free from the health department. I went by and got it out of the basket today. I don't get more than one cause others need them too." Lyric looks down at the phone then watches Sarah apply the lip balm. She grins. "I kissed a girl and I liked it." Singing the lyrics. As for the guess? "I think you've never been in love." Lyric isn't good at the game, and she hasn't put her digits in the phone yet, still considering it.

Abby holds up her thumb in approval to Lyric. "Good idea," she says with a smile, before her eyes start to dart between the two other woman, arching an eyebrow at Sarah's flirting. Or, possibly, at Lyric's singing. Either way, she facepalms and sighs into her hand, lips drawn into a tight line as she struggles to keep the corners from twitching upward.

The nurse waves off Sarah's kissy faces, lower lip sticking out. "I know! It was in a gift thing... but it's so ridiculous, I love it," she points a finger at the lip balm, then goes back to staring at the assortment of stuff in front of her, reaching out to fidget with the remaining Snickers. Like she's considering just stuffing it in her mouth right away. "Alright, hmmm..." she looks at Sarah, tilts her head to one side, tilts her head to the other. "Well, I was going to pick the same as Lyric, but... that's bad, right? For the game? If we pick the same thing. So I'll go with the never had sex with a man thing."

"I think most women would like it." Sarah replies confidently to the lyrics, tilting her head to the side and running her hands through her hair. "Women are softer, smell better, have more flavors than 'stubble' and 'whiskey'. Take their time and like foreplay a lot more, too. Heterosexual women baffle me, honestly."

Sarah reaches down in front of her, picking up the lip balm. She starts to move it in Lyric's direction, then psyches out at the last minute and holds it out for Abby to take with a grin. "Boom. Snatch-back. Well played, Abs. Would have been weird to try and split that between you."

"I've been in love a lot. I tend to fall for the wrong people. The bi-curious girl who doesn't stick around, the in-the-closet weirdo who won't introduce me to friends and family. Or the emotionally-unavailable 'cool girl' who loves to turn heads and break hearts." A pause. "And all that undercover work, let's just say it's not uncommon for officers to become addicts. It got... ugly. I got help."

"But, I've..." Sarah squints. Then looks down, chuckling a little to herself. She lifts a shoulder and plucks distractedly at her jeans. "Just never gone all the way with a guy. I had boyfriends when I was younger, but by the time I was old enough to want that, I had already figured out I was gay."

She turns her head, tilting a side-eyed look at Lyric. "You're up, babes."

"It's not cherry chapstick though, but close enough." Lyric smiles a little. Curious about the answer now, she looks at Sarah. Her stomach growls. A dim reminder she didn't have lunch or anything today. She eyes the snickers that Abby is also eyeing. The chapstick is forgotten. She listens to Sarah and ponders though. "I think I like guys. Maybe that's why I've never been with a woman. You're beautiful and all, but I think I'm into guys." She looks back at the snickers. "I don't know any more. I'm super hungry though."

Abby snatches the lip balm back and clutches it possessively to her chest in one hand, curled into a tight fist, while the other pumps the air triumphantly. "Hah!"

Then, setting it back down, she spends the next few moments listening to Sarah's explanation of the her two truths and a lie with a pensive expression, eventually blooming into a small smile. "You know, I'm glad my first guess was wrong, detective. It's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all, right?" Then, in a lower voice, playful and mocking, self-deprecation carrying a distant ring of something more heartfelt, "God, and I wish I had my stuff together at that age. You're really not missing out on anything..."

Leaning back in the wall again, she eyes the fun-size Snickers bar, looking from it to Lyric. "Oh. Hmmm. You two can share it, if you like? I'll eat my delicious lip balm. And I still have..." she picks up the piece of strawberry grandma candy between thumb and index, holding it up to the light like it was a precious stone.

"Fair enough." Sarah says with an easy little grin and a shrug of her shoulders at Lyric's determination of her sexuality. She glances towards the candy when Lyric's stomach makes itself known, laughing, looking away after. "Oh God, are we at the rationing portion of being trapped here already? Is the cannibalism portion up next?"

Blue eyes slide over to Abby, then away, looking down at the assembled items on the floor with a small little smile. "Yeah, tell that to past me sobbing her eyes out every twenty minutes. I don't think I dated anyone for over two months without catching feelings for them. ...Jeez, I haven't confessed this much since I was in the box with Father Michael after a week in Cabo."

Sarah leans over and forward, snatching up the Snickers between her index and middle fingers. Her arm swings around in Lyric's direction, holding it out for her. "All yours, Lyr. I'm a tough girl. Can make do without. I went to cheerleading camp once. So I'm basically a trained survivalist."

She gestures towards Abby. "Don't let me act like I had it all figured out or anything. Let's not forget those years I spent as a 'serious actress' before joining the Force." She puts quotation marks in there with her fingers. Sarah lifts her chin towards the doors. "Whose turn is it to yell?"

"Do you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, Abby?" Lyric is curious for sure. She does eye the Snickers again, she really was hungry. Until Sarah mentions cannibalism. She takes it when it's offered and puts the bottle of water in the center. She always had one in her bag since she walked everywhere. "Cheerleading camp? I bet that was crazy. Thank you. Are you sure?" She asks both about the Snickers. Standing, she moves over to the door and puts her mouth close to the wall. "HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Is there anyone out there? We're trapped in the elevator! HELPPPPP they are going to EAT ME!" She giggles.

"Oh. I don't have either of those. I do have a cat, though, which is just as good, really! I'd show you pictures if my battery wasn't dying." Abby answers Lyric's question with a smile, further cementing her cat lady status. Then, after a small, hesitant pause, she adds. "I'm very gay, though."

"Go ahead, I'll survive! And you're a singer, you've definitely got better pipes than I do..." Abby waves encouragingly to Lyric as she leans in towards the door to yell, giving her another nod and a thumbs up of approval. "If that doesn't rescue us, I don't know what will."

"Very gay? Wait, does that mean you like.. wait, I don't get it. I thought women were lesbians if they liked other women?" So Lyric isn't down on all that, but she does respect people's preferences! "You like girls too? Like Sarah?" Looking between the contemplatively.

Abby's nose crinkles slightly, apparently not looking forward to this, though she holds on to a good-humored smile. "No, that's right! But gay can be used by women too, though. It just... means the same thing, really. Except gay can be used by both, of course. Well, it's slightly different, because you'll say I'm a lesbian, so that's... gramatically, different? It's..." she halts her rambling with a nod. "Yep." And then immediately escapes the conversation by leaning in towards the door, "Helloooooo!" And then she checks her phone, too, just in case it's picking up the network or the wi-fi and she can send a message out into the world to come rescue her.

Abby explains it in a way in which Lyric understands and she smiles. "I think you're really sweet." She moves back to her seated position and crosses her legs. "I'll share the Snickers." She's not opened it yet, but she does now and breaks it into threes. She eats one and gives the other two a piece too. "Sisters through all the trouble." She smiles to them.

"Ah. Thank you! You can save my piece for later, for when we're /really/ hungry! Don't want to start gnawing on each other just because we finished the Snickers too soon..." Abby bares her teeth in a jokingly feral grin, then flops close to the door, waving her phone around some more until she's got some sort of signal. "Ohhhh! Wait, I think... no, it's gone... wait, I think it's... I hope my battery lasts..." and she dials quickly. From then, she calmly explains the situation to the dispatcher, assuring them that no one is feeling unwell, but that she needs to pee, so if they could hurry it up, that would be amazing of them, thank you so much!

Afterwards, it's just a long dull wait until responders arrive, and a little while later a technician, and eventually everyone is out! Hurrah.