Night 57: Front Desk (Medical Wing)
[from here]Unsurprisingly, the door opened with a twist of the handle and little pressure. The interior hidden behind a door long since locked--if they were to believe the blow-hard of a commander who had taken control--was quite large, dwarfing the sun room in comparison. Enclaves and doorways crept away from them, and Albedo was idly curious--
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Now....this was interesting. Grell turned the handle and the door opened easily, allowing him access to this formerly forbidden chamber. Like the rest of the Institute at night, this place was dark, but even so he could make out small details - the muted colors of the walls, the desk that was likely never used in actuality, the fact that there were other people in here. Grell stepped inside and closed the door behind him, keeping to the shadows as much as possible as he lowered the chainsaw from his shoulder.
Most of these people were those he did not know, but one and one only was familiar - and a problem. He hadn't seen Donna Noble since his first night at the Institute. At that time he hadn't known which role to take and so had been at a strange junction and an unsuitably chaotic time to be seen by other people. Donna Noble with her strange aura was with another man with an equally odd one. Looking closer would only give Grell a headache, however, and so the death god hung back, watching and waiting for the right moment to scoot around them and disappear.
The chainsaw he hid under the long folds of the jacket trailing off his elbows, but he knew he couldn't hide himself completely. A woman, dressed in such passionate colors as he, was impossible to miss except for the exceptionally blind or the very distracted. Hopefully everyone here was very distracted. Oh...he hoped they were distracted. When he saw an opening, Grell skirted around the edges of the groups, trying to get past and into the next hall.
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Back to the front desk then. Still no receptionist. Still just as dull. Grell continued walking, ignoring all others still in this area. It just wasn't worth the god's time to sugar coat the uselessness of this evening. And what of warning them? Ha, hardly. They could go experience the same disappointment he had. If he had to suffer, then so would they.
Slipping past those still waiting their turn to face the emptiness of the halls ahead, Grell passed through the doors.
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