Nightshift 41: Janitor's Closet
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Eureka!
This closet, small and cramped as it was, was a veritable data cache of supplies and materials! A practical Au mine! Industrial-strength chemical cleaners in non-Euclidean containers! Buckets of varying sizes, concentrically stacked! Cylindrical lights! Bulbed lights! A hand truck! Duct tape. Sho felt like a little boy in a ( Read more... )
Eureka!
This closet, small and cramped as it was, was a veritable data cache of supplies and materials! A practical Au mine! Industrial-strength chemical cleaners in non-Euclidean containers! Buckets of varying sizes, concentrically stacked! Cylindrical lights! Bulbed lights! A hand truck! Duct tape. Sho felt like a little boy in a ( Read more... )
That the door was hanging open wasn’t a surprise, and even seeing that the room in shambles wasn’t much of one, either.
He’d already been to this area enough times to be able to find his way around without providing himself with a little light, and the mess didn’t change that. After all, most of the stuff had already been ripped off, so there wasn’t a lot to trip over. He had to wonder what someone would do with half the stuff that was missing, though. Like the hand truck. Not too many places to hide a thing like that if the intention was to keep it. Were the staff manipulated that badly that they wouldn’t notice it in someone’s room?
… Probably.
Maybe all these storage room raids was helping out some kind of science geek, and not an unproductive packrat with a fetish for custodial crap. Either way, there was only so much toilet paper could be used for.
The doll stepped further into the room, considering his options. The storage room leading off of this one hadn’t been unlocked yet by the looks of it, which meant it hadn’t been ransacked yet--but as far as he knew, what he wanted wasn’t stocked back there. The shelves looked awfully bare… What if he went another night without acquainting himself with a new flashlight? Was he seriously that guy? The guy who had two good legs but couldn’t seem to get a thing accomplished no matter how long he was around in Landel’s? He’d seen a few during his stay like that. He didn’t want to be that guy. He had enough experience in being ineffective to drive a person mad, but overall, it was just kind of a knock to his pride. How hard was it to get himself a flashlight without needing to make a jail trade for one?
He poked around the first few shelves for a bit, pushing aside disturbed boxes and containers. Nope, nope… Crossing the cramped room with a sigh, he cocked his head at a top shelf before reaching up to see what all was left. Eventually his hand met something cold, smooth, and circular. A roll of tape? Felt like it. He shot a glance at the door. Waste of time to try and search through the whole closet, small or not. When he pulled his arm back, though, he knocked something, which he heard roll across the shelf.
“Hey,” he cheered to himself as he pulled whatever it was down to look and discovered a very familiar appliance in his hand. Lucky me. Because he reluctantly had to admit that it hadn’t been his own flashlight-getting skills that’d landed him it two days ago when he’d still been interested in replacing his lost flashlight.
Next time he misplaced it helping someone fend off a giant, man-eating bird, he was letting it stay lost. Way too much trouble.
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