Night 53: Equipment/Chemical Storage

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[From here]Thankfully this room wasn't full of cages or bizarrely mutated creatures. Instead, only cabinets lined the walls on either side. Bright yellow and dark blue cabinets. Yellow like sunshine and blue like blueberries. That meant goodies for them, right? Either way, Gant approved of the cheery color scheme

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Chemicals, he said. Well thanks, Mister Obvious, Gant would have loved to reply, but common sense kept his mouth shut. You didn't make friends by insulting them, and friendly jesting was only acceptable in certain situations. He still was unsure where he stood with Xemnas, so he just ignored his initial urges and instead focused on trying to read those damn labels. He gave up on the ones with especially small print, but the ones he could read were in larger bottles than he didn't want to lug around. He could probably come back for peroxide later, anyway.

He followed Xemnas over to the blue cabinet and was pleased to find something of actual use. Like the other man, he pocketed several scalpels, a pair of shears and a magnifying glass (actually, that would help with reading those labels now, wouldn't it?) but he had to wonder why Xemnas would take needles. The chief certainly wasn't into sewing and he could only pray he never ran into anything dangerous enough to leave him requiring a quick skin stitching.

"Definitely something nice," he muttered, carefully inspecting one of the scalpels he had obtained. Hopefully they would be little occasion to use it. He had such terrible impulse control when it came to blades... He looked up, smiling in satisfaction. "I'm good to go when you are, Xemmers."

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"Very well," he commented. As there was little more reason to linger within this room, he headed back towards the laboratory.

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