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Night 57: M11-M20 Hallway

Jul 14, 2011 21:31

Easing into his work shirt and jacket was less painful than it'd been last night. It still didn't feel good. Indy went back to the box, coiled his makeshift whip over his right shoulder and tucked the holstered brush axe through one of his belt loops. That and the shield were all the gear he planned to take. He doubted he'd be making too many notes ( Read more... )

trickster, damon, doctor facilier, alaric, guybrush, edgar, indiana jones

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affictitious July 15 2011, 07:00:06 UTC

[A small timeskip after the roomie has left because I... forgot I what I was doing tonight.]

Considering how very much the cat was now out of the bag, Gabriel did a spectacular job of hiding spending the rest of the day not looking anyone in the face. He wasn't very excited about the whole family bonding thing, considering what all of it put together meant.

And if Castiel thought he was going to push the belief that Dad had went and resurrected both of them? Ugh. Not that he thought it could happen, but -

Whatever. He wasn't impressed with whoever-the-hell was making this new, psychotic announcement, and the whole megalomaniac thing was so old that Vincent Price was probably rolling in his grave from the sheer amount of cliche coming from the speakers. The only silver lining about being conscious at all was that his little thirteen year old friend who didn't have spider powers had actually had a plan worth following ( ... )

M14 unmocked_lawr July 15 2011, 08:47:08 UTC

[Forward-dated to after Badd leaves.]Javert awoke to the easily recognizable voice of Aguilar. Berating the patients for something, he thought drowsily. Something about more tests ( ... )

Re: M14 tasteoftruth July 17 2011, 00:32:02 UTC

[Backward dated from before Javert wakes up.]

The paper cutter blade wasn't the best of weapons. Badd's hands were used to a gun, to seeking out targets long range rather than close range. You had to think differently when you fought up close.

Still, better than nothing. Badd put the picture and the letter out of his mind as he geared up for another night of exploration. He tuned out Aguilar's babbling as the usual nighttime intercom rambling came out. Treating them like human beings? More like lab rats with a different white-coat presiding over the matter, nothing had changed and Badd still didn't care. He was just poised for the moment that the door opened--there.

He'd get to Byrne, offer him the new tidbit, and they'd go off on a new adventure. Maybe he'd finally get to finish that story.

Re: M14 tasteoftruth July 17 2011, 00:33:29 UTC

[ To here.]

Re: M14 sheepwood July 20 2011, 00:17:11 UTC

[Beepwood reporting, running in from here. Sorry about the wait!]

Despite the run from the main hallway to Javert's room, Guybrush managed to keep himself from simply busting in unannounced. "Better not," he told himself. "Even worse than walking in and finding him missing would be walking in and finding him changing into that outfit he wears. One shower here filled my quota of that for the rest of my life."

Instead, he stood up straight- his back gave a crack as he did, but it was nothing compared to how he'd been a day or so ago- and rapped on the door with his hook once, then twice, then again and again with an increasingly rapid pace.

"Helloooo? Mr. Javert?" The rapping continuing. "Are you in there? Are you asleep? Or did you get kidnapped and brainwashed? If you don't answer, I am going to assume the latter!"

Knowing how dangerous Scott had been during his brainwashing, Guybrush wasn't even sure he wanted to know what Javert would be like. More experienced, for one, and probably with even less tolerance for

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M13 doctor_voodoo July 18 2011, 04:56:24 UTC

[Aaannd a little time skip before roommate wakes up. xD]

The Bokor was in the middle of draping his coat on when dinner was over, and the voice on the speaker began his speech. Both Facilier and his Shadow paused, listening carefully to the stranger's words. By the rigid, professionalism of the man's tone, Facilier recognized him as the new "owner" of the institute; and what he had to say was quite enlightening...

So the whole day was a charade! (Although, Facilier would have strongly begged to differ on the "loved ones" part of the speech...) The witch doctor rubbed at his chin thoughtfully, taking in every word and storing it away for his sharp mind to reference when needed. He was finally beginning to understand at least one part of this new world. And so far, he wasn't exactly comforted by what he learned so far.

According to Facilier's view, this world was a pocket of limbo in the afterlife, once ruled by a doctor who focused on the so-called "psychology" of his prisoners, now taken over by a military force that was out to use ( ... )

spandexorgtfo July 19 2011, 07:37:53 UTC

Tolten seemed like a decent sort of man, and for once, Kratos had found himself actually talking a little longer than he'd intended to. Thankfully, the lengthy intercom message was a good enough reminder that he was on a schedule...as well as informative ( ... )

M16 girlsandgadgets July 20 2011, 07:44:18 UTC

With a nod to Gren, Edgar stepped into the hallway, taking a moment to adjust his equipment as the door closed behind him. The flashlight was attached to his shovel with tape, allowing him to use both hands for wielding the implement as a weapon; as for the radio, it tied nicely to the belt of the military uniform he'd opted to wear for the evening. With the doctor's coat for the pockets and heavy boots for trekking through the snow, he was ready to face the night ( ... )