Night 60: Walk-In Refrigerator

[scalyfishman]

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Another part he'd rehearsed enough: finding the loose tile. Depth Charge didn't waste any time bothering about the cold before heading in its general direction, crowbar at the ready to pry it back once he found it. Or someone found it. Truth was, he wasn't sure exactly where to look. At least this time he had the grace to give someone

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Scott was grateful that people kept answering the Elm Street questions for him. The less he had to think about Ramona getting thrown around in mid-air and slashed up while she slept, the better. Why had he even brought that up? Shudder. Also because falling on the side of a box of cereal had taken up a good chunk of his attention anyway. Cardboard had some pointy edges sometimes.

Rubbing his butt on the way out of the pantry, he was tempted to offer a few suped-up punches of his own to help out DC, but it looked like the bot had the lock situation well in hand. Fist. Whatever. One thing he could help with, however, was finding that darn tile once they were inside the fridge. Of all of them, Scott had probably seen the tile the most times (by one time, to be fair, but still), and besides, if there was one thing Scott was good at remembering, it was bizarrely specific game-like minutia.

"Pretty sure it's this one," said Scott, pointing his flashlight beam at the slightly discoloured tile in the northeastern corner of the fridge, shivering as he and DC approached it.

Once the tile was taken care of, the party moved on down the horribly, horribly familiar stairs.

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