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Characters: Riku and Lexaeus
Content: The two get stuck in an elevator and have to deal with potential awkwardness
Location: The elevator
Time of Day: Night
Warnings: Elevator Music

It was a pain that the paints came in large canisters. Riku had set them on a small cart, no longer needing them right now since the paper had been made. If he made more, that would be another story. For now it was time to get these back to the Theatrical Deck. As such, he pushed the button for the elevator, wishing he could have carried this much by hand.

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Lexaeus was content with how the week was going; a bit worried about Ienzo, to be sure, given what he seemed to be seeing, but hopefully it would all work out by the end of the week. He looked up when the elevator door opened, and stepped back to make away for Riku.

"Good evening, Riku."

The elevator opened to reveal it had an occupant already. Riku paused a moment before pushing the cart in. "...Hey, Lexaeus." He was now more glad than ever he'd already disposed of the red paint in the Tom Servo deck. Who knows, it could inspire the giant man to attack. ...Wasn't there red on his tomahawk? At least he couldn't summon it here.

Riku took a silent deep breath. None of that mattered right now, and really, he'd been here long enough to prove he wasn't going to hurt anyone. But still, the man had slammed him effortlessly into the ceiling. Given his affiliation with the Organization, Riku was still somewhat unsure what to make of him.

Lexaeus hoped that his relationship with Riku might improve. He didn't feel comfortable broaching the subject with the boy quite yet. He had to admit to himself that one of his main concerns was what people did - or didn't - tell Ienzo about what had happened in the large gap between their time periods. ...He did owe Riku an apology, however. It was heartening that the boy seemed to have survived the rush of darkness that he'd summoned against Lexaeus, if surprising.

"Where are you bound, at the moment?" Lexaeus inquired. That question was neutral enough.

"Theatrical deck," Riku answered simply. "Thanks." His tone was neutral and sincere rather than sarcastic.

Now he just had to remember where he got the paints from in there.

Lexaeus pushed the button for the theatrical deck and waited for the doors to close. It would be good to apologize here, while they were alone and without their cambot companions. However, starting such a discussion was difficult. He was still pondering how to do it when the elevator began its journey between the floors, only to stop with a sudden jerk.

Lexaeus looked around; there didn't seem to be any grinding sounds, but the elevator had quite definitely stopped moving. "Odd..."

"...That's not a good sign." Riku stepped over to the controls and pushed the button again. When there was no response, he sighed.

"At least we got power." He began looking at the other buttons, eyes narrowing. "That's funny... I don't see a call button." And then Riku looked up. "...Or a hatch." His eyes widened a little. "You've got to be kidding me."

Lexaeus was coming to the same conclusion as Riku had. "I suspect it was a lack of foresight on the part of the people who built this satellite." He reached up to push at the ceiling despite its not looking likely to give, then pulled back. "We do appear to be stuck."

"No kidding." Riku moved over to the door, looking it up and down. He pressed his fingertips into the crack between the doors and began to pull, jerking the doors with all his might. After a try, he managed to crack it open about an inch, grunting hard as he pulled against the mechanics. "Give me a hand!"

Lexaeus reached up to push at the doors. They strained against him with a rather unsettling sound of metal on metal, but they did give rather more easily for him than for Riku. He frowned once they got them all the way open, however. The only thing beyond the doors was a smooth wall.

"It appears that they have not accounted at all for the elevator's getting stuck." He didn't like to state the obvious, but the obvious was very annoying in this case.

"Can't expect much else from the guys downstairs." Riku went to the wall to examine it, wondering if there was even the slightest groove he could slip his fingers into to, quite likely futilely, use to budge the elevator if he pushed, but even that idea wasn't an option.

He sighed, leaning against the wall of the elevator. "Now what?"

"Now we wait," Lexaeus said. It was a bit vexing, but even if the elevator did not sort itself out sooner or later, surely someone would miss them. Ienzo would wonder where he was and seek him out, or Riku's companions would miss him. Sora was not someone inclined to let his friends go missing for long.

"I guess." He slid down the wall, crossing his arms once he was seated. Riku remained silent for a good while. Well. This is awkward.

He swore there was a cricket somewhere in the elevator shaft.

"...What was Radiant Garden like? Originally?" Riku didn't really want to talk, and being trapped with Lexaeus didn't exactly put him in his comfort zone, though ever since he left his home he hadn't been in that zone too often. Still, it was better than sitting doing completely nothing.

Lexaeus settled into a tailor's seat more gracefully than his bulk would have seemed to allow for. He hummed thoughtfully at Riku's question. "Radiant Garden was always a world full of light. Until ten years ago, life was utterly peaceful. As the name indicates, there were gardens everywhere." Lexaeus sighed. "It was a paradise." And it was gone. And he'd done nothing.

Riku averted his gaze, his tone low. He didn't sound proud. "...Sounds a bit like home." But that wasn't something Riku cared to talk about, not yet at least. As such he asked another question. "Was it surrounded by water then? It was when I first went there, but... Not anymore."

"There was always water underneath Radiant Garden. It appeared to sit on a vast lake. Our ancestors harnessed the power of the rising waters both for decoration, and to power their machines." Lexaeus paused for a moment. "The town has been restored somewhat, then?"

He hadn't really had the time to examine what changes Sora's presence might have made in his old home. It felt good to know that it was recovering.

"They're working on it. Last I saw there were big cranes fixing the castle. There's another area not far in ruins that's been built up a distance away, but not by the Restoration Committee. A town's sprung up around the castle with everyone flocking back. But there's no water except an occasional small fountain." He looked introspective a moment. "How'd they drain the lake, and why?"

"I suspect it was to see if they could, if they were anything like Even," Lexaeus said, sighing. "As it was, water was limited to relatively small wells; in order to create the gardens as they were, they required more water available. I'm not sure of the methodology."

He hadn't been as interested in that side of gardening; by the time he was born it was just something that was there, though of course one studied it in school. That did raise a question, though. "Was obtaining fresh water a problem at your home?"

"But that's just it. When the world was chaos and starting to fall apart, there was water everywhere. It's all vanished since Sora restored the worlds."

"Not really. There were springs everywhere, always flowing from the highest points in the islands. There were some falls I remember on the island I played on. It was one of only two springs that didn't come out hot. No clue why, but it might have to do with the caves on the island. The water might be hot enough to push up what's above it, but what's above was cooled by caves we never found." A hint of nostalgia came across his face, managing to tug a corner of his mouth ever so slightly upward. He leaned his head back against the wall, looking towards the ceiling. "We all liked to cool off under it if it was a really hot day and we'd been sparring or running around."

Riku looked back forward again, providing a more straightforward answer. "Any streams were always because of the springs."

"I wish I had gotten back to see the restoration of the world," Lexaeus said. "It was not an opportunity I expected. We were all hosts of the dark in the same way you were, at that time; going home was impossible without healing." It was something that had been difficult to come to terms with, when he'd first learned that part of his home had, in fact, survived, even in a fragmentary way. Cid was an engineer; he could have stayed and attempted to fix things, but Lexaeus could only suppose that a world with its heart broken wasn't a world that could truly be fixed.

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