NIGHT 55: STAFF RESEARCH/MEDICAL REFERENCE LIBRARY
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There was some burgeoning pride and satisfaction that she'd managed to break in all on her own, considering it had been Peter who'd broken down the door to the file room before. It definitely had her feeling good about herself and maybe just a little optimistic about finding things up here. That was, of course, until she scanned the room with her flashlight. She stepped further in, shutting the door behind her to keep any monsters from getting in or out without her noticing, and glanced around.
It looked like a regular library. Bookshelves, tables, fancy leather chairs. It was nicer than their library was -- which meant it had to be for the staff. When she noticed the computer, she headed over immediately and tried to wake it up by moving the mouse. Her hunt for a power button didn't do much in the way of turning it on, either, and eventually she had to just give up the ghost. If Zach were there --
Whoa. No way. She did not just wish Zach were there. That was so many kinds of not okay, especially considering what she'd just learned about people who came and disappeared. She mentally berated herself and moved on to the bookshelves. At first she just pulled books off shelves to check them out, but eventually she got to the point of convincing herself that if she pulled on the right one something would open like some B movie secret lair.
By the time she was satisfied that this wasn't the case, there were books strewn all over the place and no progress had been made. Frustrated that there was seriously nothing but honest to goodness medical texts and statistics and what you'd expect to find in a real asylum or hospital or whatever this place was supposed to be, she hurled one of the books across the room into the wall. It didn't really do anything, but it made her feel a little better. She slumped against one of the bookshelves for a long moment, lips pouted dramatically for an invisible audience.
And then she looked up behind her, thoughts turning like slow gears in her head. She moved away from it and used her foot as leverage against the shelf beside it to try and pull the bookshelf over by one of the emptied shelves on it. Unfortunately, even with as athletic as she was, there wasn't much good to pulling on it with the way it was built into the wall. Realizing that it wasn't any good, she backed off, finally admitting that there wasn't much good to destroying an empty, useless room.
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There was some burgeoning pride and satisfaction that she'd managed to break in all on her own, considering it had been Peter who'd broken down the door to the file room before. It definitely had her feeling good about herself and maybe just a little optimistic about finding things up here. That was, of course, until she scanned the room with her flashlight. She stepped further in, shutting the door behind her to keep any monsters from getting in or out without her noticing, and glanced around.
It looked like a regular library. Bookshelves, tables, fancy leather chairs. It was nicer than their library was -- which meant it had to be for the staff. When she noticed the computer, she headed over immediately and tried to wake it up by moving the mouse. Her hunt for a power button didn't do much in the way of turning it on, either, and eventually she had to just give up the ghost. If Zach were there --
Whoa. No way. She did not just wish Zach were there. That was so many kinds of not okay, especially considering what she'd just learned about people who came and disappeared. She mentally berated herself and moved on to the bookshelves. At first she just pulled books off shelves to check them out, but eventually she got to the point of convincing herself that if she pulled on the right one something would open like some B movie secret lair.
By the time she was satisfied that this wasn't the case, there were books strewn all over the place and no progress had been made. Frustrated that there was seriously nothing but honest to goodness medical texts and statistics and what you'd expect to find in a real asylum or hospital or whatever this place was supposed to be, she hurled one of the books across the room into the wall. It didn't really do anything, but it made her feel a little better. She slumped against one of the bookshelves for a long moment, lips pouted dramatically for an invisible audience.
And then she looked up behind her, thoughts turning like slow gears in her head. She moved away from it and used her foot as leverage against the shelf beside it to try and pull the bookshelf over by one of the emptied shelves on it. Unfortunately, even with as athletic as she was, there wasn't much good to pulling on it with the way it was built into the wall. Realizing that it wasn't any good, she backed off, finally admitting that there wasn't much good to destroying an empty, useless room.
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