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Nightshift 38: Kitchen

Jan 30, 2009 02:40

[from here]It looked as though they were the first ones in the room tonight, but the others wouldn't be far behind. Callisto didn't intend to dawdle long. It was simply a matter of remembering which door led into the cold room. The more solid-looking one, wasn't it? Right. It would have been so much more beneficial to the others to join them, ( Read more... )

grell, callisto, s.t., subzero, qui-gon jinn, claude, guy, obi-wan kenobi, dias, beatrix, ophelia, dean winchester, sync, hk-47

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theroadsofar January 30 2009, 09:16:13 UTC

[Coming in from here after Grell and Callisto head toward the basement ( ... )

deadlyjuliet January 30 2009, 13:20:22 UTC

"Basement? I've been here a drum total of two days - I haven't been much of anywhere." Which was kind of a lie. He'd been upstairs and he'd been to that beautiful laboratory and chased Brainiac 5 with blades and made him bleed. That was certainly something worth mentioning, but not to anyone here. He'd mention it to anyone who wouldn't be able to blackmail him, which usually meant just the victim. He did love to rub salt into wounds - both figuratively and literally ( ... )

givemeoblivion January 31 2009, 05:49:37 UTC

Him too, eh? The situation had been similar with Callisto. She hadn't needed to eat anything either as an immortal or once she'd gained godhood. There was no need to get into that, though.

At his question, the blond flipped her light back directly towards his face - 'accidentally' of course. "Just over here. It leads into a cold room where they preserve the perishables."

And it was locked, of course. She should have expected that even after the previous door hadn't been. It was a bit sturdier built than the last one as well. Others were entering the room now, the jedi among them. She could let them deal with the lock, but she'd much rather not. She'd been here first, after all.

"Don't suppose you have anything I could pick this with?" she asked. There was always the use of force, but it wasn't the only skill she had.

deadlyjuliet January 31 2009, 09:03:50 UTC

Grell cursed loudly in a decidedly unladylike manner and squeezed his eyes shut, twisting his face to the side when the lightstick suddenly swung around at him. For the love of God, now he couldn't see! His vision swam, mixing colors with darkness and the intense pain of having been bloody blinded by his supposed 'companion.' "You! Keep that blasted light out of my eyes or I'll take yours out of your head!!"

Grell didn't care if there were other people in here now. He was pissed. That hurt! Not physically of course, but augh, now he was blind and it was going to take forever to get his night vision back. Pushing his glasses out of the way and rubbing his eyes with a gloved hand, he grit his teeth and tried to clear the spots away. Useless. That little--

"Oh, now you ask for my help? As if I'd want to give you anything after that little stunt of yours!" He finally pulled his hand away and blinked into the dark. Bloody hell. He couldn't see a thing. And, as for Callisto's request, the only things he had on him were ( ... )

givemeoblivion January 31 2009, 10:08:56 UTC

Oh, now he was angry. How funny. She had herself a real creature of the night if the light had given him that much trouble. (That would also explain the teeth. "Oops. Sorry about that." Her apology hardly sounded about as sincere as the smile that went along with it. "I'll have to be more careful."

It looked like lockpicks were out. That left the old-fashioned method, which might be a bit more difficult on something this solid. That didn't mean she'd be willing to give it any less of a try. Checking the lock over with her flashlight, it appeared that the bolted part was rather weak. A few solid hits might make it possible to enter.

She stepped back, preparing to aim a couple kicks at it. When that didn't quite do it, and since she needed to do the least amount of damage to her feet as possible, she threw her whole weight into it. At last it creaked open to the point where she could jiggle the latch the rest of the way.

[to here]

quickdrawbkiddo January 30 2009, 19:30:16 UTC

[from here]

The Bride entered the kitchen, alert for any creatures or adversaries she could kill. Sadly, there weren't any as the only ones in the room were a redhead and the warlord. For some reason, the warlord's presence did not sit well with her, especially with Ophelia there, too. She'd seen the two women talking before.

Obviously this wasn't something the Claymore had planned; the bitch wasn't that intelligent. Keeping her free hand loose at her side, she carefully shined the flashlight around. Seeing nothing, she motioned for the others to head move forward.

shallweplay January 31 2009, 07:19:57 UTC

Ophelia noticed Callisto, but did not regard her. Painting together and talking a little bit did not an ally make as far as Ophelia was concerned.

She did, however, notice that Callisto and her red-haired companion were having some trouble with the lock ahead. Ophelia frowned, for lock picking was one skill she truly knew next to nothing about. Having enough strength to pull most doors off by their hinges in her home world more or less mitigated the need to acquire such skills. For the time being, she simply moved forward with the group, assuming that Arlene or one of the men had already prepared to deal with the lock.

arc_wrench January 31 2009, 17:26:11 UTC

HK followed, the few minutes between their last sighting of violence rendering him bored. Whichever meatbag opened their mouth next to say something idiotic would therefore get an earful for no other reason than his entertainment. For as focused as he was on the overall mission, he seemed to be the only droid in existence to ever develop a case of ADD.

icy_demise January 31 2009, 17:59:37 UTC

It looked like the group ahead of them only consisted of two people. SubZero didn't mind that much, it would make them better able to distract whatever waited in the basement for them.

He saw Arlene's signal, and crouched down to sneak forward into the door that had been busted open by the two ahead of them. SubZero paused at the door for a moment before sneaking into the fridge.

[Going here]

qui_gonjinn January 31 2009, 05:36:45 UTC

[From here with Obi-Wan ( ... )

theroadsofar January 31 2009, 09:12:00 UTC

[From Pantry 2, after all of this?]

Okay, so he could check "salt" off the grocery list. It wasn't as much as he'd like but it was good enough for now. It'd been a bitch to get to, but he was already feeling a hell lot more confident now that he had some on his person. It wasn't like having a sawed-off fully loaded with some rock-salt, but it was better than where he'd been a day ago. Dean left the pantry behind him, searching for what else he needed in his head. The fact it took a few seconds longer than it should've did have him worried. It shouldn't have taken him that long to remember he needed some kinda container for the holy water; probably the cold and wet clothes getting to him. He couldn't keep running around in his clothes like this unless he had a death wish.

In a bit, he kept telling himself. He'd head back to the patient blocks after this. He just had to get this stuff while he was here ( ... )