Night 59: M11-M20 Hallway
What in the name of all that was holy and good was going onTolten couldn't begin to imagine what a 'red alert' in this place consisted of, but his instincts kicked in and he leapt to his feet with a frightened expression. He was suddenly very glad he'd eaten his weak dinner, and the greyness that swam behind his eyes didn't drag him back down to
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After crossing a hallway literally painted from floor to ceiling in blood, Guybrush was ready to find the inspector and high-tail it to wherever they were going that night. He was a pirate, one who dealt with ghosts, zombies, and the unfortunate consequences of voodoo curses on a daily basis; even so, this was way more gore than he was used to.
His first rap on the door was followed by a second, then a third in increasingly quick succession. "Javert? Javeeerrrt? Open the door. Please open the door. OpenthedoororI'mcominginunannouncedandIreallydon'tcareifyou'renakedbecausethisiskindofabigdeal." Seven more knocks for good measure, and he gave the knob a try. In good news, the inspector's room wasn't sporting any new intestine-covered decorations; in bad news, no one was there.
"Mister Javert?" Guybrush stepped inside, trying to calm his panicked mind down enough to remember the exchange on the board. He'd said the usual place, which the pirate had interpreted as "my room, as usual;" however, it seemed he'd been wrong on that assumption.
Either that, or Javert had found some urgent business to attend to and was already facing the M-for-Mature-rated hallways alone. That wasn't good.
[And back this way.]
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