~Kristals and Academies~ My OC Book!

Elevator.

Emma: Where's the buttons?

Cile: Oh no, they've installed voice-recognition technology in this lift. They have no buttons.

Emma: A voice-recognition technology? In a lift. In SCOTLAND.

Cile: We live in Star Island, but ya.

Emma: You ever tried voice-recognition technology before?

Cile: *shrugs* No.

Emma: They don't do Scottish accents.

Cile: Eleven.

Elevator: Could you please repeat that?

Emma: Eleven.

Cile: Eleven.
Eleven.

Emma: Eleven.

Elevator: Could you please repeat that?

Cile: EL-EV-EN.

Emma: Who's idea was this?
...
You need to try an American accent.
*Clears throat* E-leven.

Cile: *Looks at her*

Emma: E-leven.

Cile: That sounds Irish, not American.

Emma: No it doesn't.
E-leven

Cile: Where in America is
that - Dublin?

Elevator: I'm sorry. Could you please repeat that?

Cile: You need to try an English accent. *clears HER throat* Eelevin.

Eelevin.

Emma: You from the same part of England as Dick van Dyke?

Cile: Let's hear your's then, smart***.

Elevator: Please speak slowly and clearly.

Cile: SMART***!

Emma: Ee-le-vin.

Elevator: I'm sorry, could you please repeat that?

Emma: Eleven. If you don't understand the lingo, away back home to your own country!

Cile: Oooo. Is that the talk now, is it, away back home to your own country?

Emma: Oh, don't start Mrs. Bleeding Heart, how can you be racist to a lift?

Elevator: Please speak slowly and clearly.

Cile: Eleven. Eleven. Eleven. Eleven.

Emma: Your just saying it the same way!

Cile: I'm going to keep saying it until it understands Scottish, alright?

Cile: Eleven. Eleven. Eleven. *Starts crying* Eleven.

Emma: Oh, just take us anywhere, ya cow! Just open the doors!

Elevator: This is a voice-activated elevator. Please state which floor you would like to go to in a clear and calm manner.

Emma: Calm? Calm? Where is that coming from? Why are they telling people to be calm?

Cile: Because they knew they'd be selling this to Scottish people who'd be going - off their nuts at it!

Elevator: You have not selected a floor.

Cile: Aye, we have! Eleven.

Elevator: If you like to get out of the elevator without selecting a floor, simply say "Open the doors, please."

Emma: Please? Please?
Suck my non-existent wully.

Cile: *Crying* Maybe we should just say please.

Emma: I'm not begging that for nothing.

Cile: Open the doors, please.

Emma: "Please."
Pathetic.

Elevator: Please remain calm.

Cile: OH! MY! GOD!
You wait until I get up there!
*Gets on Emma's shoulders* Just wait for it to speak.

Elevator: You have not selected a floor.

Cile: Up yours, ya cow!
If you don't let us through these doors, I'm gonna come to America, I'm gonna find whatever desperate actress gave you a voice, and I'm going to the electric chair for ye!

Emma: Scotland, you *******!

Cile: SCOTLAND!

Emma: SCOTLAND!

Cile: SCOOOOOTLAND!
FREEDOM!

Both: FREEEEDDDOOOMMMMM-

*Door opens*

Physell: ...

Aether: ...

Aurie: ...

Both: *Look at them*

Cile: *Gets off*

Emma: ...Goin' up?