Nightshift 37: Staff Lounge

[full_score]

((From here.))Claude tried to move as silently as possible as he entered the room. Just like the pharmacy, he'd never been here before, so he wasn't entirely sure what to expect. He would have pulled out his flashlight, but since his hands were full from the sword and the bag of medicine, it was a little more difficult. Still, the blond didn't

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[razing_phoenix]

It seemed like they were the first to get to a lot of rooms this nightshift, which was strange since they hadn't exactly gotten upstairs quickly. Then again, with so many different directions that the patients could go now, Guy figured that certain areas were going to be a little less crowded as a result.

Though maybe another group had been here earlier and they had just cleared out a while ago. It was possible, but it didn't look like anything was too out of place, from what Guy could see.

There were certainly some interesting things in here - the furniture was run-of-the-mill, but the screen that was similar to the one that Guy had seen in the electronics store was worth giving an extra look. That was all he did, though: stare. There was a point to them being here, after all. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't get distracted. Just like he had avoided the console in the pharmacy.

"Well, there's a miniature refrigerator," Guy said in case the other two didn't know what it was. He slowly started toward it, flashlight out in front of him.

[full_score]

The extra light from Leon was exactly what Claude needed. Within moments, he'd cut a hole through the top of the bag. It wasn't particularly neat, but it was enough to slip his arm through. "Thanks," he said before pausing to examine his work. "I appreciate it."

Now it was time to get a better idea of what was in here. With the flashlight beam there to light things up, Claude could see how the room contrasted with most of the other places he'd seen in the Institute. It was obviously more of a place to kick back and relax, if the television, couches and mini-fridge were anything to go by.

"If they have juice nearby, I guess it's bound to be in there," the blond said as he stood up. Since Guy was already headed towards it, he figured he ought to let him be the one to look inside. Still, as much as he wanted to check out the television for more information, or rummage through the cabinets for anymore supplies, it was better to make sure Ed's request got taken care of first.

With a quick glance towards his Fellpool friend, Claude moved close to where Guy was, sword in hand, the bag hanging from his other arm. The idea of something nasty jumping out of the fridge seemed kind of silly, but it was probably better to expect the unexpected by now.

[heraldric]

While his companions checked out the fridge, Leon took the opportunity to look around more of the room, hoping to find anything else the might be useful while they were there. There had to be something metal. A chair leg, part of the table... something that could be easily broken off. There had to be something else they could get out of a visit here besides juice.

He kept close to the other two, of course, on the very good chance that something did jump out at them. Sadly, none of the furniture seemed to offer anything, being mostly composed of wood. The decorators couldn't have thrown them a bone just this once?

"If it's carrot juice," he said suddenly as a bit of an afterthought, "we don't have to give it all to Ed,... right?" It wouldn't be, and their wouldn't likely be much to share even if it was, but it was worth asking.

[razing_phoenix]

This was the moment of truth. Despite that, Guy opened the fridge unceremoniously. The light that came from it was startling, but he quickly recovered from that and bent down slightly to inspect its contents. There wasn't much, but what was there was what they needed.

Well, maybe it wasn't carrot juice, though the orange color did make Guy consider it for a moment. But as he picked up the pitcher and got a closer look, he noticed the bits of pulp.

"I guess we got lucky," he said, flashing a smile back at his two companions as he closed the door and straightened. Since juice was the only thing that had been asked for, he didn't see much reason in snatching any of the other food or drinks in there.

Even though Leon was making an effort to look around, nothing other than the screen stood out to Guy. On the other hand, he wasn't sure if they had any more places they needed to check out, so maybe he would get the chance to look the TV over after all.

[full_score]

Claude couldn't help but laugh at Leon's question. He didn't blame him, really -- he knew how much the boy loved carrot juice, after all. "Well, let's see if they've got any juice at all first, okay?" he replied.

The blond watched as the older man opened up the fridge, his eyes brightening once he caught sight of the pitcher. "Hey! We did get lucky! Although...it doesn't look like it's made from carrots. Sorry, Leon."

Once Guy closed the door, Claude glanced around the room and sighed. "Well, it looks like we got the stuff we set out for, at least for other people." He did want to collect more metal for Ed sometimes soon, though. When it came down to it, juice didn't seem nearly as good as an actual sword. But he'd need to get the tools for that first, wouldn't he? Then there was the lab equipment, but that was probably going to have to be put on the back burner while he took care of more important stuff.

Claude paused, glancing over at the screen. "I wonder, though...you think that television works?" Aside from the dated newspapers and the tight-lipped townspeople, this was probably their only connection to the outside world. He neared the coffee table, eyes scanning around for some kind of remote control. He did find a few sticks of gum lying around, though, and he pocketed them without thinking twice about it.