Night 60: M111-M120 Hallway
Ah, how he'd missed the sweet sound of Landel's voice signaling the start of their nighttime festivities. Not. Niikura rolled his eyes as he went about getting ready for the night. Back on his high horse just like that: how annoying. He carefully tuned out the doctor's voice while thinking through all of the comments he'd received that day about the basement. Brains and brawn, huh? Well, he had the brawn--that was Mike--and as for brains, between the two of them, he and Shiina could probably take anything that was thrown their way. As long as they all watched each other's backs, they'd be fine.
Yeah, he was kind of lying to himself.
He changed into the old military uniform, noting that they had fixed the torn sleeve, or at least replaced his former shirt. It didn't offer any more protection than the smiley face and sweatpants ensemble, but it had better pockets and pants, and a belt, all of which he needed. The sword he'd gotten from Utena and his flashlight came next, and Niikura took the opportunity to jam a few pens into his front pants pocket before heading out. Time to see if they could all manage without his little pick-up service.
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Yeah, he was kind of lying to himself.
He changed into the old military uniform, noting that they had fixed the torn sleeve, or at least replaced his former shirt. It didn't offer any more protection than the smiley face and sweatpants ensemble, but it had better pockets and pants, and a belt, all of which he needed. The sword he'd gotten from Utena and his flashlight came next, and Niikura took the opportunity to jam a few pens into his front pants pocket before heading out. Time to see if they could all manage without his little pick-up service.
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