Day 59: Game Room (Fourth Shift)

[razing_phoenix]

Guy's head was still spinning from finding out that his friend was back once again. He realized that he'd done a good job of keeping his cool while explaining everything to Luke, mainly because nothing would have been solved if both of them had been reeling, but

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[inconstancy]

There went any ease she might've been able to fake about this place. Experiments. Now, it struck her what was so deeply unsettling underneath all of this, what she was trying to ignore because, rationally, she was used to this: Gideon Graves would be proud of this place. In fact, she could easily be convinced that he was behind this. Scott was here, anyway, and so was she-it'd be the perfect way to bring things to a close. The one final trap.

But this was going a little too far. This wasn't his irritating style. Ramona wasn't denying that this crappy place she landed was a hell hole made by someone evil, but it was a different someone evil. It didn't have to do with her poor dating choices.

Which, really, was a bit of a relief.

To her benefit, she actually looked mildly uncomfortable as she worked through this, muttering a brief, "Experimentation night?" with her eyes somewhat widened. It still looked like she was processing things. Where to get weapons wouldn't be hard, because Ramona had a habit of being clever with her surroundings, but recreational sheds tended to have stuff like baseball bats. Those were good. She wished she had one right now to take on the officer lady just on the other side of the room ... Though that was a little too cruel of a thought, wasn't it? At least Ramona kept herself from looking over there beyond an idle glance.

"Actually, I do kinda know someone here. Weird, right? You'd think they'd be pickier, but it sounds like that's normal." It was a casual transition from her processing stage, all for the one final statement: "His name's Scott. Kinda dopey, loud. Do you know him?" Ramona couldn't hold back her curiosity, after all.