A blaringly loud voice calls out "PRESIDENTAL SUITE", announcing Jonah's return.
The robotic voice, as always, is obnoxiously enthusiastic as the creaky elevator cranks to a sudden stop, hard enough to cause Jonah to stumble and grab on to the elevator's guard rail for balance.
"Thanks, Yes Man," Jonah replies, addressing the securatron standing at attention next to the elevator's control buttons.
The securitron turns to face him, a large smiling face blinking happily on its main display.
"SURE! ANYTIME! YOU'RE VERY WELCOME!" It extends a single, metal arm, and jabs at a glowing button on the elevator's walls.
The metal doors slide open and Jonah finds himself face to face with Arcade and Boone, both standing at the entrance. Jonah notes, with some semblance of confusion, that Boone was looking a lot less feverish.
"Um. Hey guys. What are you- uh, guys?"
Arcade and Boone share a mutual look, but before Jonah has time to question further they are hustling him back into the elevator.
Confused, Jonah allows himself to be pulled back into the small metal room and crowded into a corner.
"What- what's going on? Where are we going?" His hands instinctively reach out behind his back to brace against the elevator's railing, gripping tightly.
"Don't worry," Arcade attempts to pacify Jonah in a tone that causes the courier to feel extremely worried.
"HEY! HELLO! NICE TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN! WHERE TO?"
"Casino floor," Boone rasps, voice still husky from coughing. The elevator chugs to life beneath their feet, rumbling slightly as it slowly begins to descend to the bottom floor. Then, without warning, Boone reaches around Yes Man's giant robotic arm and presses the flashing stop button, causing the elevator to grind to a halt between floors.
The sudden stop causes the entire elevator to shake, and Jonah cries out in alarm as it drops down erratically, before stopping completely. "What the HELL was that for?"
Boone moves to face Jonah against the wall, shoulder bumping against Arcade as he passes, and Jonah realizes just how cramped the three of them are in the tiny elevator room. Distracted by the sudden stop, Jonah hadn't even noticed Arcade fiddling with the back of Yes Man's housing.
He watches, confused, as Arcade opens a small panel in the back of the securitron and begins imputing what appears to be a complex numerical code.
"HEY! THAT FEELS FUNNY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? CAN I HELP?"
"I think it's time for a nap, Yes Man," Arcade says, "We need to borrow the elevator for a bit." He punches in the last of the code and with a loud, electronic whir Yes Man's face suddenly flickers out and his entire body goes slump, crumpling to the floor in a mechanical heap- effectively disabled.
Jonah presses a hand to his forehead, staring at the puddle of metal limbs. "Ok, is SOMEONE going to clue me in on what's going on...?"
Arcade grins triumphantly, ignoring the question. "Well. That was easier than I thought it would be. I wonder, do robots dream of electric sheep?"
Jonah opens his mouth to demand an explanation again, but is cut off as Boone unceremoniously reaches out and grabs his belt buckle, fiddling with it.
Jonah feels his face flush again for what seems to be the umpteenth time that morning.
"Wait, seriously? Is this some kind of joke? What are you- knock it off!"
He tries to bat away Boone's hands, but the sniper is stubborn. With a tiny clink, he unhooks Jonah's belt buckle and opens the front of his trousers, roughly pulling them down.
Jonah lets out an indignant squawk, whacking Boone on the shoulder and attempting to push the other man away. "Ha-ha, you really got me, very funny, now get OFF-"
"Oh, I assure you," Arcade purrs, and he's suddenly behind Jonah, pushing him away from the wall and pressing against the courier's back. "Craig definitely intends to get off."
Anything Goes 4/?
A blaringly loud voice calls out "PRESIDENTAL SUITE", announcing Jonah's return.
The robotic voice, as always, is obnoxiously enthusiastic as the creaky elevator cranks to a sudden stop, hard enough to cause Jonah to stumble and grab on to the elevator's guard rail for balance.
"Thanks, Yes Man," Jonah replies, addressing the securatron standing at attention next to the elevator's control buttons.
The securitron turns to face him, a large smiling face blinking happily on its main display.
"SURE! ANYTIME! YOU'RE VERY WELCOME!" It extends a single, metal arm, and jabs at a glowing button on the elevator's walls.
The metal doors slide open and Jonah finds himself face to face with Arcade and Boone, both standing at the entrance. Jonah notes, with some semblance of confusion, that Boone was looking a lot less feverish.
"Um. Hey guys. What are you- uh, guys?"
Arcade and Boone share a mutual look, but before Jonah has time to question further they are hustling him back into the elevator.
Confused, Jonah allows himself to be pulled back into the small metal room and crowded into a corner.
"What- what's going on? Where are we going?" His hands instinctively reach out behind his back to brace against the elevator's railing, gripping tightly.
"Don't worry," Arcade attempts to pacify Jonah in a tone that causes the courier to feel extremely worried.
"HEY! HELLO! NICE TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN! WHERE TO?"
"Casino floor," Boone rasps, voice still husky from coughing. The elevator chugs to life beneath their feet, rumbling slightly as it slowly begins to descend to the bottom floor. Then, without warning, Boone reaches around Yes Man's giant robotic arm and presses the flashing stop button, causing the elevator to grind to a halt between floors.
The sudden stop causes the entire elevator to shake, and Jonah cries out in alarm as it drops down erratically, before stopping completely. "What the HELL was that for?"
Boone moves to face Jonah against the wall, shoulder bumping against Arcade as he passes, and Jonah realizes just how cramped the three of them are in the tiny elevator room. Distracted by the sudden stop, Jonah hadn't even noticed Arcade fiddling with the back of Yes Man's housing.
He watches, confused, as Arcade opens a small panel in the back of the securitron and begins imputing what appears to be a complex numerical code.
"HEY! THAT FEELS FUNNY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? CAN I HELP?"
"I think it's time for a nap, Yes Man," Arcade says, "We need to borrow the elevator for a bit." He punches in the last of the code and with a loud, electronic whir Yes Man's face suddenly flickers out and his entire body goes slump, crumpling to the floor in a mechanical heap- effectively disabled.
Jonah presses a hand to his forehead, staring at the puddle of metal limbs. "Ok, is SOMEONE going to clue me in on what's going on...?"
Arcade grins triumphantly, ignoring the question. "Well. That was easier than I thought it would be. I wonder, do robots dream of electric sheep?"
Jonah opens his mouth to demand an explanation again, but is cut off as Boone unceremoniously reaches out and grabs his belt buckle, fiddling with it.
"You're wearing panties," Boone deadpans. "Girl panties."
Jonah feels his face flush again for what seems to be the umpteenth time that morning.
"Wait, seriously? Is this some kind of joke? What are you- knock it off!"
He tries to bat away Boone's hands, but the sniper is stubborn. With a tiny clink, he unhooks Jonah's belt buckle and opens the front of his trousers, roughly pulling them down.
Jonah lets out an indignant squawk, whacking Boone on the shoulder and attempting to push the other man away. "Ha-ha, you really got me, very funny, now get OFF-"
"Oh, I assure you," Arcade purrs, and he's suddenly behind Jonah, pushing him away from the wall and pressing against the courier's back. "Craig definitely intends to get off."