Night 18: Intercom, Early Night
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 ( Read more... )
"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 ( Read more... )
"Mmnh… keep it down, Urick, the rest of us are trying to sleep."
Nowe rolled over on the bed, his eyes opening slowly as it gave a rather noisy creak. Blinking a few times, he patted the soft surface, confused by the presence of a mattress. Wait a minute… they'd all been unable to find an open inn, so they'd found a clearing in the forest big enough for Legna to settle down in, and curled up beneath his wings to sleep. Nowe distinctly remembered smelling the slightly damp earth as he'd settled up beneath one of the leathery appendages, and the soft noise of Legna saying goodnight to him. Urick had been lying only a few feet away, and Manah had been on the other side of Legna for a vague sense of privacy. Urick had made jokes about Nowe sneaking over to ravish the blonde girl in the night. Nowe had blushed and told him to shut up and go to sleep.
But there definitely hadn't been a mattress involved. Nowe jolted awake, looking around and searching his mind for some kind of logical explanation for this. Maybe there had been danger, and Legna had scooped them all up and found an inn? But why wasn’t he woken up by all the commotion? And how on earth would a huge dragon book a room at an inn? No, there was something wrong. Nowe looked down at himself. He wasn’t wearing his usual clothes. (These ones were rather ridiculous, with the smiley face and all…) That voice hadn’t been Urick. It seemed to have come out of some strange metal box attached to the wall.
Suddenly frantic, Nowe leapt up and searched around the room for the familiar black sword he carried, and only after lifting the mattress, throwing the blanket and pillow aside, pulling out all the drawers in the dresser, and searching around the desk did he determine that it was definitely missing, along with all the healing vials he carried.
Nowe stood, touching the walls of the room. They were solid… this wasn’t any kind of illusion. He pinched himself hard on the arm. No, he wasn't dreaming, either.
"Damn it..."
Where was he?
Looking at the items he'd uncovered during the frantic search through his room, he picked up the flashlight, investigating it curiously. What was it? He wasn't sure. He saw the small button on it, frowning. Was it some kind of weapon? He pressed it slowly, tossing it toward the mattress hurriedly in case it went off. But a light was shining out of one end, and he picked it up again. Determining that it was safe, he gave the room another once over. There was nothing else in here that could really be of use… he looked toward the door again and gave it a doubtful push.
It budged. Blinking in surprise, Nowe pointed the portable light in front of him and set out slowly into the darkened hallway.
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