Day 53: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

The commotion just after the intercom's jingle displayed the same kind of erratic energy that the Head Doctor had been exuding all day.

"Come on, get those papers out of the way - no, I don't...! Ah! Good evening, everyone, and I hope you all enjoyed the activities we had to

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[girlsandgadgets]

Edgar nodded again in agreement. For many, the nightly dangers of the institute were enough to wear on them; however, there were a number of people who wouldn't find the physical threat of a monster guarding the halls to be an obstacle, even when poorly equipped. For them, Landel had apparently learned to switch tactics, playing to their sense of morality instead as he placed fellow patients in the corridors. Being kept on edge with enchanted doors and living shadows only added to the madness.

Landel knew his craft well, but he had opposition of his own. Not everyone was so easy to break; with the tools the Head Doctor himself provided, it wouldn't be long before his collection of patients had gathered a small army to defeat him.

"Well, I'd say it's coming along nicely," Edgar answered, always glad for a subject change that resulted in talking about machines. He packed up his toolbox and returned it to his closet, pleased with his work for the evening. "I'll have to wait until nightfall to be sure it works- getting the attention of the nurses now would be beyond disastrous- but I believe it'll get the job done. Next time Landel throws a beast in our path, I'll be ready."

He propped his new tool in his closet for now, searching his collected supplies for anything that might work as the final piece. Nothing appropriate- appropriate enough for him, anyway. If he was going to bother to do something, he was going to do it right. "All it really needs is a good strap to make carrying it when crossing walls a little easier. I think I know where I can find one upstairs, too."

[for_a_song]

Gren nodded. "That's good to hear." He was probably right about firing it up while the nurses were still around. While they seemed to be fairly blasé about leaving the things collected from around the institute where they hid them, he really doubted they'd ignore a patient with a potentially very destructive weapon. "Although I hope you won't have to use it too often." Given the things went around this place, that was wishful thinking, but still.

He abandoned his dinner for the time being, getting up and gathering his things for the night, stretching his injured arm experimentally. It was definitely better than it had been, but it was still going to be awhile before that ache faded completely. Thankfully, it wasn't likely to slow him down much, either. "I'm definitely going to have to find myself something better than a shovel if I want to be of use to anyone out there."