-Truth or Dare: main-
"Well that's perfect!" Makoto sighed irritably, "My cell is Freaking useless! No reception at all." She growled only a fraction calmer as her voice echoed in the small space.
Ami sighed to herself and silently cursed the Fates. They stood silently in the darkness, each puzzling out their situation.
"I wonder if I could bust out one of those roof panels..." Makoto mused aloud.
"Probably not. Were just stuck between floors. All we have to do is wait." Ami said quietly. Doing her best not to sound disgruntled.
Makoto laughed a little sheepishly, "No Die Hard stuff. Gotcha."
Meanwhile Ami had dug her communicate out of her bag, allowing herself a smirk in the darkness. 'No simple elevator would stop Mercurian Technology'.
"Hey Ami whats up? Where are you guys?" the tiny image of Rei asked, a mere digital glow.
"Were stuck in the hotels elevator."
"Oh My God! Are you guys OK?" An image of Usagi pushed into view. "Stuck in the elevator, that's-"
"Were just fine Usagi." Ami cut her off. Hoping to calm the excitable girl, knowing how quickly small things could turn into epic disasters.
"But we have to help!" The Princess wailed, on the verge of tears. "I know we could transform and-"
'And what? The Sailor Senshi just magically appearing and saving some young girls trapped in an elevator? In a beach-hotel. In the middle of a small town. Yeah that would go over well.' Ami shot back silently. 'A little cranky today aren't we?' Answered a much calmer corner of her mind. prompting her to sigh. "Makoto and I are are just fine Usagi." Ami tried again, more reassuring this time. "I'm sure it's something the Fire Department can handle easily."
"Right" Rei's voice was firm. There was wild movement on the tiny screen as Rei snatched the comm. set away from the teary eyed girl. "I'll go talk to the management right away."
In the background Mina could be heard egging the practically hysterical girl on. "-But what if they starve?"
Digital Rei grit her teeth, "Don't worry we'll get you out of there in a bit."
Ami nodded before realizing Rei couldn't see her. "Alright."
The faint sounds of Usagi "...And a juice box, and a meatball sandwich. Oh! and Ice-cream..." could be heard as Ami shut off the communicator.
"Heh." There came a pause where Ami imagined she could see Makoto shaking her head in disbelief. "So now we just wait."
Ami sighed and sank to the floor. If they didn't get out of here soon, this place would drive her insane. 'No.' She amended, 'Mako would drive her insane'.
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"Wanna play a game?" Makoto asked hopefully. Unaware Ami already had been. It had been roughly 20 minutes since they had contacted the other scouts. And judging by the number of times Makoto had checked her watch, -averaging every 53.2 seconds her mind answered politely- she was getting pretty restless.
"It's pitch black in here. What exactly can we play?" Ami asked gently, doing her best to keep the weariness from her voice.
"Word games. Like 'Never Have I Ever'. 'Truth or Dare'." Ami heard the other girls hands fall into her lap. "Or maybe we could just talk."
She was trying to distract herself. From what? Ami wondered, but let the thought pass. "Alright." Ami, considered for a minute. "Remind me again, of the rules for Truth or Dare."
"Remind you?! You mean you don-? Oh. Alright Blue, Rules are simple and few. It's a game where... Lets say it's your turn. You begin by asking truth or dare. If I choose Truth, you may ask me one question. And I have to answer truthfully. If I choose Dare, you get to dare me to do something." Makoto paused for a moment to let it sink in. "I have a chance to get out of the dare, by calling 'Chicken out!'. But, you can only 'chicken out' three times in a game. So you kinda have to use those for really crazy things. But you know, since it's dark... we could probably just skip the dares."
Ami's mind was whirring, the possibilities multiplying with each heartbeat. "If I chose Truth, how do I know your not lying?"
Makoto paused. "Uh, trust I guess." she sighed, "Depending on who you play with, anyone caught lying is punched for as many lies as he was suspected of making. Or at best, I guess you just get kicked out of the game."
Ami remained silent.
"Blue? You still with me?"
"Alright Mako-chan. I'll play. Why don't you go first."
Ami heard the walls of the elevator creak as Makoto sat up. "Alright!"
She smiled, the tomboys excitement was infectious.
"What's your favorite color?"
Ami smile became a private one, "Don't you think that's a little easy?"
She heard the rustle of cloth that could have been a shrug. "It's your first question."
She closed her eyes, imagining. Glad for the darkness between them. "A deep Grey-green, tinted with a creamy green jade."
Makoto was silent for a long minute. "You know Blue, I can't tell if your lying or not."
Ami who was still day-dreaming, answered her with a small, happy noise.
"What is wrong with you?" Makoto joked. "Your turn Blue."
"Mako-chan, if you could trade bodies with one of us, Who would you choose?"
"Wow?! Is that what goes on in that head of yours?"
Ami laughed quietly at her amazement. "Mako-chan. It's not your turn yet." She reminded gently. Then they both broke into laughter.
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A half hour later found Ami sitting next to the other girl, leaning against the wall of the elevator, determinedly kneading a tanned calf. Mako had slumped against the intersecting wall considerably, making alternating noises of pain and pleasure. "I can't believe he drilled us for that long." The tomboy complained again. "I mean, it was the last day! Was he trying to punish us for being good?!" Ami heard the noise she had learned to associate with Mako banging her head against the wall. "Now were stuck in this sweltering box when we could be out playing in the sand, or watching hot guys."
Ami ground her knuckle into a tender spot, taking a childish pleasure in Makoto's sharp, indrawn breath. "Now, stretch." She ordered. Crossing her legs so she wouldn't accidentally get kicked by the taller girl.
Makoto stood up with a groan, still grumbling about the "Unfair drills the lifeless bastard had put them through." Ami smiled to herself. After some time their eyes had become accustomed to the mostly dark of the elevator, they had tried playing simple games. 'rock-paper-scissors' and 'patty-cake' had probably been the most fun. "Marco polo" had been a complete disaster what with the taller girls considerably longer arms. Ami had won the "how long can you hold your breath" contest hands down. Despite the stuffiness of the "sweltering box", Ami felt her time here was much better spent her then watching the other girls chasing boys.
Mako braced her hands against the wall and slid her feet back until she was doing a sort of vertical push-up. "Wow Blue, you do good work! Ever consider sports medicine?" She joked as she stretched.
Ami simply sat quietly, enjoying the faint outline of Makoto above her.
"I know! Lets arm wrestle next!"
"Don't you think that's a little unfair?" Ami scolded gently.
"Maybe." came Makoto voice playfully.
Ami shook her head, "Mako-chan, I'll arm wrestle with you, if you do English vocabulary with me."
The thunder Senshi laughed, "Aww Blue, now who's being unfair?"
"How about thumb-wars?" Ami suggested suddenly.
"Deal!" Mako straightened up, then resumed her spot on the floor. The young genius put her hand on the other girls knee, so it could be found easier, and savored the close contact. She heard the rustle of cloth and felt her hand being covered by those elegant fingers. Mako's hand was calloused, most likely from all the active spots she participated in, but not overly so. Ami ran her thumb over the other girls knuckles as they fumbled briefly together. Feeling old scars that were not so readily visible anymore. She determined right then that she loved those hands.
"Ready?" Mako whispered.
"Of course." Ami laughed.
"One, two, three, four, I declare a Thumb War." They recited together, and Makoto snickered in the darkness.
"Truth or Dare?" Ami asked innocently.
"Huh? You little sneak!"
The darkness covered Ami's smirk, and they counted off again.
"OK, truth."
"How many boys have you kissed?"
"Clarify: like kissed kissed, or just a peck on the cheek?" Mako questioned back smugly, obviously not planning to fall for Ami's tricks.
"Genuinely kissed." Ami shot back.
"Fourteen." Mako's answer simple and firm. "Aha, almost had you there!"
"Your hands are sweaty." Ami replied calmly.
"Truth or Dare, Blue?"
"Truth."
"How many girls have you kissed?"
Ami froze.
"Ha! I can play that game too. Now were even!"
"Well, N-none." Ami stammered, "Other then my Mother, on the cheek, but that doesn't count."
The girls counted off again. "Truth or Dare?"
"Mmm, truth."
"Whats your favorite thing about the beach?"
Mako grunted, "Other than all the cute guys? The BBQ pit, and a good sunset..." She sighed dreamily, but it was chance enough for Ami to take advantage of her.
"Alright, no more freebies Blue." Mako laughed. "Your turn."
Suddenly the Bluenettes bag went off, both girls pausing to register the source of the noise. Ami moved slowly, removing her mini-puter from her bag and flipping it open. "Yes?" she acknowledged.
"Alright a few more minutes, the guys are going to star-." Both of the girls in the elevator heard a knock on the elevator doors. A mans muffled voice asked "You two alright in there?"
"It's pretty stuffy, and I'm damn thirsty. But were fine." Makoto shouted back.
Ami turned back to the screen, "Thanks Rei."
"See you two soon." was the reply before Ami closed the Communicator.