NIGHT 54: M11-M20 Hallway
To the individuals who participated in this morning's insubordination: know that you're in part responsible for what happens tonight.
"I wasn't even here then," Alaric sighed under his breath, feeling under his pillow for the flashlight he'd found during dinner. He was starting to catch on to the game, if that's all this really was - this kind of ( Read more... )
"I wasn't even here then," Alaric sighed under his breath, feeling under his pillow for the flashlight he'd found during dinner. He was starting to catch on to the game, if that's all this really was - this kind of ( Read more... )
"Project 2911?" Facilier pondered to himself as the bizarre female-like voice echoed in his head. At first Facilier wondered if it was one of the chanting Loa from the Other Side, but the words spoken were nothing he had ever heard in a ritual. The inhuman warping of the voice unnerved the witch doctor, leaving him with more questions about the place he had ended up in. What sort of living person could speak like that?
Next boomed a more coherent voice, but what was said was no less upsetting than the first announcement. At that point, Facilier could not sit any longer, finding himself on his feet as he gazed up at the invisible source of the sounds. He caught the name "Aguilar" again, and the strictness of the voice fully embodied the stern presence of the soldiers. Was there a war going on? No... That couldn't be right... Didn't the last war end a few years ago? Then again, Facilier knew he wasn't in New Orleans anymore...
The witch doctor was badly tempted to question his unpleasant cell mate, but he didn't get a chance to speak before the other man made a hasty exit through the door!
"H-Hey! Now just where do you think you're going?!" Facilier exclaimed, almost following the man out but stopping with just one foot past the door. Facilier froze half-way out of the hall, expecting the steely hands of the military (or worse, the Loa) to emerge from the darkness and push him back into the room. Yet nothing of the sort happened. Instead, Facilier was treated to a new strange sight. Accompanying his roommate' retreating back were more prisoners in grey shirts, most of them traveling down the blackened hall with flashlights to guide them. The bobbing beams of light reminded Facilier of countless fireflies drifting over the misty bayou. Such a reminder soured the doctor's mood; if it hadn't been for that one firefly who stole his talisman...!
Facilier retreated back into his room and slammed the door shut. Panting, Facilier turned away and began pacing the room once again. This didn't make any sense! If this was some sort of mental institute or P.O.W camp, why were the prisoners wandering freely at night? What happened to the staff and soldiers? Wouldn't this be breaking regulations? Wasn't there supposed to be that nonsense about monsters too?
This must have been just a real intense nightmare! Yes! Just a long, mishmash of nonsensical events dreamed up together! That's right! Surely he was going to wake up from all this...
A dark shiver suddenly caught Facilier's eye. Something so familiar and yet so distant had emerged just out of the far corner of his vision. Pausing, his heart beat picking up speed from an uncertain mixture of terror and excitement, Facilier slowly turned his gaze towards the shifting figure behind him...
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"My dear Shadow!" Facilier exclaimed as he approached his looming shade, arms spread wide and wanting nothing more than to hug his familiar power. Finally! Something that actually made sense in this place! Facilier hadn't lost everything that was his! The Shadow on the other hand, seemed confused by the new surroundings, gazing about with a quizzical frown on its flat features. "I know! I'm just as confused as you are!" Facilier said through a strained chuckle, "But I'm sure we'll find things out sooner or..."
Facilier trailed off as a chilling revelation slowly dawned on him. If his Shadow was still with him, then that could only mean...
"F-Friends?" he stammered, his voice pitching slightly with panic. Paranoid, Facilier fearfully gazed about the room, expecting to see the shadows of the Loa surrounding him.
"Are you there? It's me! Doctor Facilier!" Nothing. The room remained blank and plain as a sheet of paper. Facilier's Shadow trembled in the background, just as fearful of the Loa as the man that cast its form. When there was no reply, Facilier took in a nervous gulp. "I uh... think y'all dropped me off at the wrong place..."
Facilier chewed down on his lip at his last sentence, cowering on the spot and hoping that he hadn't spoken too soon. To his relief, there was still no response, and Facilier was left to ponder more over his situation.
So his Shadow was back in business (if not only during the night), he was stuck in an institute gone mad and his "friends" seemed to have left him behind. Whether this was a good or bad thing, Facilier wasn't sure, but he decided to cautiously accept this strange fate, as it certainly couldn't have been worse than eternal entrapment on the Other Side...
This left Facilier with one final option: It was time to find his answers outside the room. A nice, good sleep to wait out all the chaos was tempting, but escape through a possible jail break sounded far better. Wherever he was right then, Facilier wasn't exactly comfortable in staying, not with the soldiers and crazy talk over the intercom...
After a quick search of the room, Facilier gathered a flashlight from beneath his pillow and set off into the hallway, his living Shadow cautiously trailing close behind him.
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