Night 18: Intercom, Early Night

[damned_intercom]

Another crackle. The Head Doctor seemed to be snacking on something--some kind of candy, perhaps--as he smacked his lips and began to speak.

"Mmf. Oh, hello, all of you. Those swings are getting kind of tiresome, aren't they? Of course, that's to be expected when I have the good children guarding them. Heh. Of course, we're lucky to have... shall

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[sheer_cold]

"Matt Damon?"

As if Vexen knew who that was. He groaned in response, dull green eyes blinking blearily as the rest of the announcement droned on. How he wished the voice on the intercom would shut up already let him -

Wait a minute. Castle Oblivion didn't have an intercom system.

Wait a minute. He wasn't supposed to be in Castle Oblivion. He was supposed to be dead. The scientist awoke with a start, surveying his location. Strange. He certainly wasn't in Castle Oblivion, or at least a room he had seen before.

Well, of course. Vexen groaned as the memory came back to him, clear as day: Axel striking him with those damned chakrams as he (ugh) begged for mercy. Had Axel actually never intended to assassinate him? Vexen very clearly remembered dying, yet here he was. The afterlife, perhaps?

Vexen frowned once more. He didn't expect the afterlife to resemble a nursing home of some sort. Clearly, this was all some giant practical joke. Narrowing his eyes, Vexen practically leapt up from his bed with every intention of teleporting to the 13th floor to have a little chat with Number 11 when he noticed his wardrobe.

... A smiley face?

"I'm going to speak to the Superior about this," Vexen muttered to himself, stalking out of the door. He didn't even have any second thoughts about the dark, foreboding hallways. He was going to find Axel, and then he was going to drive a shard of ice through VIII's neck and find out what happened to his coat.