Night 59: M61-M70 Hallway
A project of great importance. Well. That didn't sound good. Kirk tugged his Starfleet-issue boots on, hopping a little in place as he stood, and smiled to himself, irrationally pleased at how well they fit. It wasn't as if the military uniforms were all that bad either, pants creased and shirts smooth as if tailored to them in their sleep (and
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The sheen covering the walls was interesting, though. New, and interesting, and the Doctor had used his screwdriver to analyse it for all of a few seconds before stopping-interference. Probably from the sirens.
But alarms or no, he needed to get a move on. He had gotten a last start last night, but tonight he was ready. He'd changed his clothes after dinner, giving a glance towards his sleeping roommate and wondering if he'd gotten in touch with his friend before going back to bed, and checked his pockets to make sure he had everything he might need. Everything seemed to be in place-including, finally, his specs.
The wailing alarms shut off as suddenly as they'd started, and it seemed unnaturally quiet after all the racket. The Doctor gave a glance at the intercom as he left the room, heading down the hall.
He scanned the walls as he went, but the sonic screwdriver didn't tell him anything he didn't already know.
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