Night 59: Main Hallway, 1-West

[doneinthree]

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Kirk ran into the main hallway and found nothing there except more pink light coating everything. His gut feeling said that if something was happening, it should've happened already, but he was a loss to explain what was going on. The system (if he could call it that, vague as it was to describe the whole Landel's torture/

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[scientist_skye]

Ema shouldn't have been surprised that Mr. Javert knew who she was speaking of. He was an investigator and a smart man; of course he'd have figured it out. "Yeah," she mumbled in reply, taking a deep breath to quell a whole slew of unpleasant emotions. "I hardly knew him at all, actually. But he worked with my sister, and he..." No, now wasn't the time for this. not when they were moving in the dark through monster-infested hallways. With a firm shake of her head, she cut off that line of conversation. "I'll talk to you about him tomorrow. She should worry about tonight, for now." If nothing else, it'd give her time to figure her own emotions out.

Otherwise, however, Mr. Javert seemed really understanding. And he was right about her complaints being data--any grievances anyone had were worth recording, since they were brought about by their circumstances. However, now wasn't the time. They could compare notes about her frustrations and his inability to uncover spectacular new findings in the morning. Besides, there was something in the main hallway that caused Mr. Javert to urge her onward. If people's powers were back like he suggested, they were even less prepared to defend themselves than usual.

As Ema nodded to show her understanding, someone else caught the inspector's eye. She had to jog to keep up with him as he approached this "Threepwood" person, whoever he was.

[sheepwood]

Guybrush skidded to a halt upon hearing his name- his graceful turn on his heel was ruined as his blood-slicked boot slipped on the floor, sending him to the ground with an oof. It was a good thing his amazing powers of inventory compression were working again, holding everything in his pants comfortably as he hit the ground. That fall would have been a lot more painful with a sword stuck in his leg, a jar of suckers shoved under his kneecap, and a shovel rammed somewhere unmentionable for a family-friendly environment.

"Javert!" he called back, getting to his feet and recovering his flashlight. "I was just headed upstairs to see if you were up there. And still alive. Glad to see you're more one of those things than the other." He approached the inspector, who apparently had a friend- possibly another member of the Search & Rescue, he reasoned.

He reached behind him, pulling his sword out of seemingly nowhere. "In good news, my amazing ability to hold everything in a single pair of trousers is back. In bad news, everything else is a mess. Especially the hallway leading to your room. I've seen more exploded cat tonight than I ever have- or ever want to again- in my entire life."

[unmocked_lawr]

Guybrush reacted predictably, or as predictably as possible considering the blood slicking the halls. Javert supposed he ought to be grateful the man even kept showing up to Search and Rescue missions, but it was difficult given the circumstances.

He frowned slightly--yes, the man had mentioned something about special trousers before, hadn't he? Sometime during one of his myriad ramblings. He probably should have paid more attention, but it had been difficult to filter for "trousers" considering the man's tendency to veer off all too happily onto the subject of his darling wife. Not that he'd particularly wanted to filter for "trousers" at the time.

He was getting off course himself.

"It doesn't look like it'll get any better," he said. "Threepwood, this is Mlle. Ema Skye. She'll be accompanying us tonight. Mlle. Skye, Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate, or so he claims."

With the introductions done, he turned for the stairs. It would be easy enough to talk while they were walking.

[unmocked_lawr]

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