Night 57: M11-M20 Hallway
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
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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 their captives. That was the best Facilier could think of so far, but there was so many other factors that were left blank to Facilier, and the visit with "Great-grandma Odelia" didn't help much either...
However, the general's ending words left Facilier chuckling to himself, shaking his head as he fitted his top hat over his hair. Facilier knew better than to take some unknown concoction from some stranger! He himself should know! After all, he had sold countless potions and powders that left his poor clients worse off than before! He wasn't going to fall for that ol' trick!
The mentioning of the potions and the possible award did intrigue Facilier though, but he had other matters with higher priority to attend to. He had a map of the institute this time, and during his dinner, Facilier had checked off areas of interest which he planned to visit. If he could gather what he needed from those rooms, then perhaps he could risk a little trip to the medical wing -- not to consume a potion of course, but to take one for himself and analyze it...
With one last poke at his comatose roommate, Facilier gave up trying to wake up the sleeping man and gathered up his belongings. With the maps and radio tucked away inside his coat, and a pillow case and flashlight held in one hand, Facilier slunk to the door and exited, his living Shadow following suit.
[To here.]
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