Night 52: Women's Bathrooms (F1-F40)
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Yomi hadn’t forgotten the first time she’d visited the bathroom after the building had transformed itself into its alternate persona. That a spectre would attack her had been a mystery to her then; now, she expected that if it wasn’t some lower level spectre, it would be something more powerful, and if not one of Landel’s normal foes, it’d be a prisoner, brainwashed or not. There was a lot of variety in that sense.
The bathroom looked as empty as it had the first time, though, and Yomi moved to prop her flashlight up on a paper dispenser. Scavenging metal from whatever sources one could find didn’t seem to be in fashion anymore, namely because the weapons makers who were forging items from scrap metal were all but gone. But Yomi was an opportunist, if not an optimist: there was always the chance others would show up one day, and having all the materials gathered ahead of time would make things easier. Yomi still had the metal she’d previously collected, but she could do with more to be safe. Kagura… and Yoshiko… they’d happened before she could make another trip, and then… she hadn’t gone again.
She wouldn’t call it absent-mindedness. She wouldn’t call it anything at all, because she wasn’t going to think about what had happened in the past. Right now she had the chance to get the chore over and done with, and that was all.
Not long later, Yomi’s persistence (and unhesitating arm) paid off. Amid the ruin she’d made of the first two sinks were the innards she wanted to get at. Stepping through the rushing water and shattered porcelain, she began working at pulling free the best sources of metal she could get at until she had a satisfactory pile laid out on the sheet she’d brought. Not too bad. Not that she’d grown any fonder of wading through muck--it was wet, it smelled, and she suspected some of that smell would cling to her even after she’d stripped down. She wouldn’t have minded a shower shift tomorrow.
Even so, she’d made good time. Reclaiming her flashlight, she hefted her bundle and turned back toward her cell.
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Yomi hadn’t forgotten the first time she’d visited the bathroom after the building had transformed itself into its alternate persona. That a spectre would attack her had been a mystery to her then; now, she expected that if it wasn’t some lower level spectre, it would be something more powerful, and if not one of Landel’s normal foes, it’d be a prisoner, brainwashed or not. There was a lot of variety in that sense.
The bathroom looked as empty as it had the first time, though, and Yomi moved to prop her flashlight up on a paper dispenser. Scavenging metal from whatever sources one could find didn’t seem to be in fashion anymore, namely because the weapons makers who were forging items from scrap metal were all but gone. But Yomi was an opportunist, if not an optimist: there was always the chance others would show up one day, and having all the materials gathered ahead of time would make things easier. Yomi still had the metal she’d previously collected, but she could do with more to be safe. Kagura… and Yoshiko… they’d happened before she could make another trip, and then… she hadn’t gone again.
She wouldn’t call it absent-mindedness. She wouldn’t call it anything at all, because she wasn’t going to think about what had happened in the past. Right now she had the chance to get the chore over and done with, and that was all.
Not long later, Yomi’s persistence (and unhesitating arm) paid off. Amid the ruin she’d made of the first two sinks were the innards she wanted to get at. Stepping through the rushing water and shattered porcelain, she began working at pulling free the best sources of metal she could get at until she had a satisfactory pile laid out on the sheet she’d brought. Not too bad. Not that she’d grown any fonder of wading through muck--it was wet, it smelled, and she suspected some of that smell would cling to her even after she’d stripped down. She wouldn’t have minded a shower shift tomorrow.
Even so, she’d made good time. Reclaiming her flashlight, she hefted her bundle and turned back toward her cell.
[to here]