Night 55: Female Nurse Prep Area

[lovecrafty]

> ==>The room was adorned in inky shades, thin rectangles of complete darkness cropping out here and there amid the stygian depths. Rose squinted, and opened the door as wide as possible to let what bare wisps of refracted light might join them

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[mirthfulness]

Gamzee had to wonder what she considered unusual. Most of this situation was unusual, and this new world he'd found himself in (whatever it was) had very little usual about it. Was he supposed to compare it to what he was used to? Because that might get complicated. In fact this whole pattern of thought strained at his drugged up brain cells a little too much

[lovecrafty]

A veritable smorgasbord of quotidian details, each more mundane than the next.  All of them potentially alienating to an alien himself, presuming that he was not, instead, a youthful master of deceit and living up to the moniker of troll in the Internet rather than fairytale sense.  All of her observations still pointed to him not having the intelligence for such a maneuver, but that would be an indication of consummate skill.  Just because Rose Lalonde had never been wrong in such matters before didn't mean it was completely impossible

[mirthfulness]

Luckily, the assumption that 'lockers' were the compartments with locks on them was easy enough to make even for Gamzee. He nodded and led the way over to them, careful to avoid the tables and... nah, he didn't even care. He just hopped over everything.

They didn't exactly have any keys, though, did they? Or did these lockers even use keys? Did it matter? The girl wanted to see the lockers, so they were going to take a look at the lockers. What happened once they were looking at them was all up to her, as she was the leader of this little excursion as far as he was concerned, even if neither had made any real mention of it. It was possible she knew how to open them and just hadn't told him yet. He was cool with that.

The troll turned human tapped at one of the lockers with a finger. The casing didn't seem that thick. Perhaps he could break one open after all... If it was all right with his present company, anyway.

[lovecrafty]

The first locker Rose tried was unlocked but empty; the second contained only a wad of foil that had, perhaps, once contained chewing gum. The next was locked, and her prior attempts during this encounter had all been chalked up to the humiliating side of the ledger. She opened the larger cabinet

A fuzzy sweater with some sort of revoltingly cute flowers on it, and a -- hopefully not part of the same ensemble -- scarf that, in the near-darkness, she could only tell was a solid color, and bound in tiny perfect stitches ripped from the needle-weary hands of fifty thousand soulless automated looms. She could do better, if love counted more than symmetry, but it would do. She wrapped it around her neck with a graceful motion that was entirely lost in the darkness. Or perhaps not; the depths of her companion's perceptive abilities was something she was, to belabor a phrase, a bit in the dark about.

Suitably adorned, she returned to the bank of mundane cubicles. Yank-screech Locks were no match for Rose Lalonde. Pity that after