Night 59: F11-20 Hallway
Anise had only just finished taking inventory of her collected medicine when she heard the telltale sound of the door unlocking. Since this wasn't the first time night had started without any words from the General, she didn't think much of it. She quickly grabbed her nighttime equipment: her meat tenderizer, flashlight, and Tokunaga. Her
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She reached in, pulled out the empty modus, and flipped it to manual. There. One flick and she had decreased the chance of possession-showers by a whopping one hundred percent.
Maybe it wasn't ladylike to choose power over grace, but Rose had her priorities straight. Her journal went in first, then flashlight and pillow. The pillow wasn't strictly necessary, but part of the point of a sylladex was to cart around random crap, at least if her peers were to be believed. Besides, Gamzee would be joining them. She might need something to bury her face in to keep her mirth contained.
Ilia had arrived, in full mother hen mode, cutting off Rose's contemplation of whether Gamzee's entire demeanor could be posited to be for the purpose of inspiring hilarity in others as a religious venture. She chucked both pairs of needles in her strife deck and wedged in a pair of pens as well.
"This is rather familiar, wouldn't you agree?" she asked Ilia, without preamble or pleasantry. She didn't stop walking, either, so any answer would have to catch up.
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