Nightshift 25: 1st Floor Kitchen

[transgenix]

( Coming from here.)As the door swung open, its lock shattered from a well-placed kick, Max peered into the darkened room beyond. Everything was quiet. Reaching inside, she felt for the light switch, but there was not even any power here. She wasn't surprised

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[bulletofjustice]

Excel took the flashlight and waved it over the kitchen. The beam bounced off of the shiny pots and pans that hung around. Everything was just so clean! "Where is the food?" Excel wondered, walking through and heading towards the large doors on the side of the room. "There has to be some here somewhere."

She pulled open one of the doors of the pantry and stared in awe at all of the things she found. True, most of them were raw materials for baking and cooking, but that never stopped Excel. Food was always so very rare to come by and there'd been many a time when she'd had to survive off of packets of ketchup. Drool dripped from the corner of her mouth as she gazed up hungrily. "Food," she said, transfixed and she grabbed at the closest box of cereal. Excel tore into it and tilted her head back, dumping it's contents into her mouth and chewing noisely.

[transgenix]

Deciding it was probably best to let Excel do her eating without an audience - not that Max thought she had the stomach to watch that anyway - she began to poke around the kitchen instead. Moving around opening drawers and cabinets, she quickly and efficiently searched for anything useful.

She found silverware, but nothing sharper than a butterknife, much to her disappointment. Still she grabbed one or two, as well as a few forks. They might not be extremely sharp and pointing, but she'd always had a hell of an aim with throwing daggers and these would work just as well when flung with enough force.

[bulletofjustice]

Excel tore through another box of cereal before grabbing a bottle of maple syrup. She ripped off the top and dumped it into her mouth. Soon she was covered in bits of granola flakes and syrup but she didn't care. Zombie-like, she shuffled over to the large cooler and tried to pull it open. The door refused to budge. She banged and kicked but still failed at opening the door. Panting, she instead turned to one of the sinks. She climbed up onto the counter and shoved her head beneath the faucet before turning it on. The water splashed over her face as she drank greedily. Once finished she slid off the counter and back onto the ground.

"Ah!" she sighed, patting her belly. "Fully fed and ready to go! But first, a snack for the road."

She walked back to the pantry and grabbed a bottle of ketchup and a bottle of syrup. They would come in handy once the hunger strikes again.

[transgenix]

Noting that two others had entered the kitchen, Max edged away from them. After last night, she was a little wary of wandering across other patients at nigh. And while these two looked mostly normal, Max wasn't so quick to trust, or judge by appearances.

"Good," she replied, nodding her head, not taking anything for herself. Not yet. "Is there anything you want to piick up to use as a weapon?" she asked instead, glancing around the kitchen once more. She'd found no real sharp knives, but there were butter knives, and forks, and pots and pans and skillets to use as blunt weapons. "Maybe we can slip out through the side door in the cafeteria and check with the security measures are outside."

[bulletofjustice]

Excel had taken a deep breath, ready to greet the newcomers with a boisterous yell when Max's question distracted her. "HEL...la what?" she said, scratching her head. Weapons, weapons... ahh! Weapons! Excel picked up a bottle of pepper and held it up.

"This will be my weapon of choice," she said, holding it above her head much like a video game she saw once. "With it I will fight the enemies of ACROSS! Lead the way, oh new recruit!"

[transgenix]

"Um," Max answered, eyeing her askance. "Don't you want something a little bit... bigger?"

[bulletofjustice]

"Bigger?" Excel blinked. "Oh, you don't see the usefulness of the pepper. Here. Watch."

Excel sprinkled the pepper into her hand and blew it into Max's face.

[transgenix]

Max sputtered and coughed, waving her away as her eyes ran tears. Of all the freaking...!

"alright, alright!" she rasped out hoarsely, wiping her face against her shirt, trying to breath again. "You made your point. But only use it as a last defense. I don't like the idea of having to get close enough to actually use that, if you have to. Is that all you need?"

[bulletofjustice]

Excel beamed and reached for a large saucepan. "Not the sword I have back home but just as heavy. Oh, and I should grab some curry powder to go with the pepper. SPICY BOMBS! AHAHA!"

She rummaged through the pantry and shoved the pepper and the curry powder into her pockets. The syrup and the ketchup she placed in her sheet which she tied into a make-shift pouch around her. Picking up her pillow and her saucepan, Excel looked like some strange hobo.

[transgenix]

Max watched as the teen collected the most random assortment of weapons she had ever seen, shaking her head ruefully all the while. Well, at least the girl was inventive, she had to give her though, she thought with a silent snicker.

When Excel turned towards her, armed with pillow and saucepan once more, she gave a slight nod of her head. "Alright then, looks like you're all ready. Might as well get a move one, then. I'd like some fresh air before the night shift ends on us. Although I'm not so sure how fresh anything is at night at the moment. Might as well find out, though. Come on, kid."

And with that, she slid out the kitchen door, leading the way through the cafeteria towards the door leading out of the building.

( Heading outside into this thread.)