Night 56: F11-20 Hallway

[fourstonewalls]

Well, that was ominous. No announcement at all? Lana sat on the edge of her bed in the darkness for a few minutes, waiting to see if Aguilar was merely drawing out the opening of night, but after the locks had clicked open, there was only silence. Lana switched on her flashlight, and picked up the things she'd laid out during dinner. Her coat

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[lovecrafty]

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The doors opened, as if the universe was conspiring to provide good timing. It wasn't far-fetched.

"That's the cue I was waiting for. Why don't we get started?" She picked up her knitting needles again, and this time, her strife specibus opened right up. Two modes, for night and day. A little simplistic. No phases of the moon, zodiac signs, none of the intricate little systems used to artificially increase the difficulty of games, yet yielding to the infinite number of monkeys at controllers and keyboards that subsequently ensued.

There wasn't a walkthrough for this. At least not until she'd had a chance to sit down and collect her working notes.

She slipped the needles into her specibus, which, to any normal person, looked like someone sneaking flimsy plastic needles into a needlekind specibus that could be used for such greater heights. O blasphemy, o practicality. An alchemiter would be nice right about yesterday.

To anyone from a planet where strife specibuses were not a normal part of everyday living, it looked like the needles vanished into thin air. Followed by the radio on her desk, and a notebook and pen, which disappeared into her sylladex, but we are speaking of an observer to whom the distinction would be impenetrable. (N

[unit67]

"Do...do you think they might?" Lily asked regarding her friends, her voice hopeful. She wanted nothing more than for the others to be free from that awful place, free from the collars. Even if the voice remained, she was the weakest one. They'd be safe.

Rose had a strange way of talking, and there were a few words that Lily didn't understand. Luckily, context helped. Some felt vaguely familiar, as if she might have heard them before and not understood what they meant even then, but Rose's attitude of leadership didn't bother her. Rose seemed confident, and it was easy for Lily to follow confidence, especially when there seemed like no malicious intent. When she was herself, she rarely felt strong enough to take control of a situation.

When the pointy objects vanished into nothingness, Lily stared wide-eyed. "How did--" she started, but her voice faded. She didn't want to overwhelm herself, not when there was so much to learn.

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