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Night 60: Cafeteria

Jan 02, 2012 00:09

[from here]And here they were! It seemed like just the other night--oh wait, it had been just the other night since they had last been here. Of course, this time there were no hordes of monsters chasing after them or bursting out from under tables...yet. Yet was the key word, and as fond as Niikura was of taking his sweet time when he felt like it ( Read more... )

michelangelo, shiina, niikura

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hiddenbadass January 3 2012, 00:34:01 UTC

"Oh, great," Mike muttered when Niikura said that he had no idea what they were getting into, only to mutter it again when Niikura mentioned the sphinx. "Oh, great."

When they reached the locked door and Niikura finished inspecting the lock, Mike walked up to inspect it himself. It was doable, but he didn't have the right equipment for it. He couldn't even ask Shiina for some hair pins.

Mike let out a sigh and stepped back to give Niikura room. "If I had the right stuff, it'd be a snap. Break this one open, and I can look for things I can improvise with in the kitchen."

For other locks of course. Not this one.

requitedfate January 3 2012, 21:28:28 UTC

Oh goodie, so even Niikura didn't have any information on this infamous basement. Other than the possibility of mythological Egyptian monsters, anyway. Great. Wonderful. Couldn't get much more insane than that. But perhaps insanity was expected in an insane asylum. Go figure.

The lock seemed a little formidable, but just one padlock wasn't anything to a Shou. She would have expected he had some sort of lock-picking technique in his large repertoire but by the sound of it, a good smack was as far as he had thought. Well, maybe she could help, then.

"Wanna use my bat?" She offered the metal baseball bat freely. It was meant to bludgeon and it wouldn't lose its purpose from just one little dent.

oneman_onekill January 6 2012, 02:53:32 UTC

Wow, leave everything to him, would they? "Right stuff"...right stuff, his ass. Mike had a baseball bat on him too, didn't he? Well, whatever. It looked he had to be the adult here and handle the oh-so-difficult task of destroying a rusty doorknob. Amateurs beware. A master was in the house.

"Nah, I got this," Niikura said, waving Shiina away with a sigh that sounded extra dramatic and exasperated. "Just tryin' to not hog the spotlight all the time, y'know." He winked at her and drew his new sword. Taking aim, he brought it down on the knob and watched with an air of satisfaction as the knob crumpled to the ground under the force.

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how it's done." He swung the door to the kitchen open and headed in.

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lovecrafty January 7 2012, 20:17:30 UTC

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The cafeteria was dark enough to need a light, and Rose had that taken care of. Her flashlight was buried, but the candles she'd picked up previously weren't, and one lit with a spark. It flickered warily across a vast expanse of utilitarian tables.

"As much as it pains me to say, I agree with Gamzee. Either a way will be provided, or we will make our own. For now, there are two doors left to try."

mirthfulness January 8 2012, 10:23:32 UTC

Said troll had no issue at all with completely ignoring the first part of Rose's comment and being pleased by the latter part, causing a goofy smile to remain on his face. It was a rare occasion when someone agreed with him about something, and he was honestly used to such remarks being preluded by how much the one agreeing regretted having to do so.

The way down was familiar even to him now, so Gamzee went on toward the kitchen without stopping. This was a good chance for Seishin to get acquainted with the others, and he didn't have much to add that they couldn't say a million times better. He was just happy to be along. These evening trips were enjoyable.

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