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Night 53: M81-90 Hallway
[M85]This was new for Scott. He was all changed and geared up to go for the night, but he couldn't get moving just yet. Instead, he had to wait for someone else to show up. What was his name again? Neko something? Whatever. Point was that right now, instead of heading out the door, Scott was sat down on his bed in the dark, awkwardly flipping a
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Despite his initial instinct when it came to LeChuck of kicking open the door heroically in the event he was holding Elaine captive, Guybrush stopped as he reached the door. Maybe knocking was a better idea after all. For all he knew, the dread pirate could have been changing, trying to fashion himself an outfit from his own sweatpants and pillowcases. He'd trade catching him unawares for not catching him in his underwears any day, especially after the whole shower fiasco. The mental image of naked LeChuck and his hairy manhood- and that wasn't even mentioning his precious family jewels- would haunt Guybrush forever ( ... )
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Neku darted around the hallway, flashlight in hand. No artificial light tonight and no shadows... yet. He checked over his shoulder every now and again despite all that, but his shadow kept up, and with none of the funny business of shaking or moving in the funny lighting.
It was a bit of a sprint to the guy's room, but Neku jogged the last few steps as he traced his way to M85. The lengths he went to for good music. It was ridiculous, but so was listening to nothing but smooth jazz and classical geezer music in the daytime. Hopefully Sora and Kairi wouldn't get too annoyed about waiting a little.
"Hey," he called out as he tapped on the door. "It's Neku. From the bulletin?"
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At least it was the right door. And sure enough, it was the same guy he'd met a couple times around the institute. Thankfully, he had the batteries ready and waiting. No mincing words, no awkward conversation, just simple grab and go.
"Yeah. I owe you one," he replied, taking the batteries from his open hand and switching one of them out immediately with the one in the mp3 player around his neck. He breathed a silent sigh of relief. Even his playlist on repeat was better than being stuck listening to the daytime radio programming here.
"I gotta bounce, but hit me back on the bulletin or somethin'," he nodded one more time and was gone, back down the hall and off to meet up with Sora and Kairi.
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Hey, didn't Nat used to-
Quiet, you.
Scott gave Neko a head start, allowing for the requisite amount of space between acquaintances traveling in the same direction for unrelated reasons. After waiting for about half-a-minute, he set off down the same hall in search of his date. Er, rendezvous. Escort?
Why were there no good words for this situation?
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Grabbing his flashlight, he headed out of his room, shining the light around the darkened hallway before picking a direction and following it.
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He retrieved the bag, dragging the whole thing across the floor so that it was sitting up against his dresser. He'd stash it away after he'd talked with the person he'd arranged to meet with on the bulletin. There was no need to set things up for alchemy that night as, sadly, no one would be coming to have a weapon made. It would be good to have a break, though, he had to admit. Even if he didn't like thinking about the reason why he'd be getting it.
Now it was down to just the usual worries - whether or not the one showing up would be thrown off by his age and ears. Both together often made it hard for people who didn't know him to take him seriously back home, and there ears like his weren't even that uncommon! At least everyone he'd worked with so far had refrained from making too many comments. He supposed weapons were weapons.
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Except he took three points off for whining. You never whine when you're trying to create an atmosphere. If it was so exhausting, why not let everyone go? Retire somewhere.
Or hire a good administrative assistant. This guy seriously lacked in good henchmen. The bad guy always had henchmen do the brunt of the legwork. Or his robotic helpers. With running an operation like this, henchmen were necessary. Minus a point.
Lastly, his speech had been horrible. It hadn't even been a speech or well thought through. It had been rambling. He hadn't even done ominous rambling, just plain rambling. Minus two points ( ... )
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With the other half of the pens, he went back to sit on his bed, shoving the pens between his legs to hold them still. He adjusted them until they were right, removing five for quick use, then twisted the rubber band around the remainder. All fifteen pens were slipped into his leg-pocket.
Then, he tore his bed apart, looking for anything else that a former patient might have left. There was a flashlight under the pillow--aha! That was what the batteries had been there for. It went into his pocket as well. Heavy ( ... )
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