Nightshift 43 - West Wing, South Hall 2-B

[theroadsofar]

[From hereThey found themselves down another hall, one that would lead to the morgue after a few doors down. Dean could've sworn he saw the door already gaping open, but when he got there, it was shut and locked. Was he seeing things? It wasn't like he wasn't dead tired on his feet, and like it or not, the lack of real sleep was starting to get to

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[unmocked_lawr]

[from here]

And here was the door. Javert took a deep breath, trying to ignore the oncoming headache as he drew nearer. Was it a consequence of failing to use his acquired powers, or was it merely another side-effect? He tried not to think about it too much.

Instead, he focused his attentions on the door; it was apparent he was the first of the team to arrive. Hefting his axe, he began to batter at the hinges and the lock with a vengeance, grimacing as each blow worsened his already irritating headache.

[waiting for the other S&R members]

[scalyfishman]

[From here. Also, he has no shoes.]

It wasn't long before soft pink tissue gave way to hard tile under his bare feet again. Depth Charge left the scene clutching at his injuries and cursing violently. His shoulder was a bleeding wreck, his feet were cold and his weapon had been broken. Just gear. How was he supposed to search and rescue if he couldn't even handle one crazy brainwashed energy-firing psychotic?

And just to add insult to injury, there was Javert, breaking down a door with his axe not fifty feet away. Depth Charge was in no mood to play nice.

"Hey, mudflap! Where the Pit were you?" he called in a voice that could put liquid nitrogen to shame, all but leaving dents in the floor as he stormed towards him. The venom wore off a little, however, the second he caught the man's expression. Uh-oh. Someone hadn't been having a peachy night either. After a hesitant moment of silence he tried again, this time dropping the accusatory edge. "You look like slag."

[unmocked_lawr]

Even with all the noise Javert was making, it was fairly easy to tell when Depth Charge had arrived. The added noise made his head ring unbearably, and he lowered his axe and turned to face the other man.

"I was exactly where I said I would be," he returned, his voice a little sharper than usual. His headache was worsening. "I could ask the same of you."

The rejoinder was more due to irritation than anything else; severe as his headache was, he hadn't missed the fresh injuries Depth Charge was sporting, and he had a very good idea what had taken the man (and, probably, the rest of Search and Rescue) so long. Still, he'd never been the sort to fuss, and he turned back to the door, which was swinging by one hinge. "Monster or Special Counseling?"

[scalyfishman]

"Special Counseling in the last hall. He turned the hallway into a fleshy pink thing." And that was exactly where he would leave it. Between the frustration that came with being so effortlessly outmatched and the injuries he wasn't in the mood for storytelling.

Nor was he in the mood for screwing around. Even Cheetor could have realised that something wasn't right here, and Javert wasn't telling him. "Alright, knock it off." Sidestepping between the man and the door before he could take another swing, more determined than truly aggressive, he fixed him with a hard look. "What happened? And don't even think about saying 'nothing'."

[allroadslead]

[to here with Dean]

[scarefaux]

[From here.]

The Scarecrow gave a sigh of relief as he eyed the floor in the hallway- it was thankfully normal. His feet were still slick and slimy, but at least they weren't sinking ankle-deep anymore. He shined his flashlight at the bottom of his feet briefly, touching the film that covered them- fascinating and disgusting. Part of him wanted to know what it was that had happened, and another part wanted to contribute the change in the previous hall to a malicious enchantment by the Wizard Landel and be done with it.

He turned his flashlight to Sam, reaching for his journal and map with his spare hand. "Glad to be out of there. That hallway has given me nothing but trouble!"

[shamusdoggydog]

Wait a second. This was another hallway, not a stairwell. "Oops," said Sam. Oh well. He hated climbing stairs anyway. He wished the bad guys had thought to put in an elevator.

Sam blinked at the light in his eyes, and said "Hmm... A curse, maybe?" He wiped his feet on the floor in an attempt to get the slime off, but it didn't really work. He was just glad that he didn't have any fur at the moment. It was really hard to get mysterious slime out once it had dried.

They seemed to be in another hallway branching off the main one. Which meant they were probably totally cut off from where they wanted to go, due to the main hall being a giant intestinal tract or something.

"I knew I shoulda brought some blank sheets of paper in case we needed makeshift foot coverings!" he said. Pens probably wouldn't work so well.

[scarefaux]

"Well, I've got paper, but I'm pretty sure it wouldn't do us any good," the Scarecrow said as he looked back into the Main Hallway. He flipped his journal open to his map, studying it under his light.

"Where we were headed is at the other end of that hall," he said with a thumb toward Horrible Hallway. "It's a long hall, but maybe if we move quickly, it won't be as bad."

Sorry again!

[shamusdoggydog]

That would be a lot faster than ripping pages out of the journal and fashioning them into shoes.

"Good idea," said Sam. "Well, let's not waste any more time standing around here."

And he jogged back down the hall.

[should_be_dead]

[From here]

There were two patients standing around in this hallway, but they were of little interest to Tenzen. The ninja passed them without so much as a glance as he headed further down the hallway.

[should_be_dead]

[To here]

[scalyfishman]

[Running away from little girls from here]

Depth Charge stumbled back into the hallway with a loud gasp. Something at his chest was already starting to twang uncomfortably. This was the part where he was supposed to whine about organics and their fragging organs or something, but in all honesty even he was getting tired of hearing himself say it.

Taking in a slower, calmer breath he glanced sideways at Javert. "Is she following us?"

[damned_monsters]

They ran away and the sylph sighed, watching them go. It was no fun when they still had enough air left to do that! Both of them bolted outside and the sylph floated after them, hanging close to the door, just outside the realm of visibility. There were strange noises on the silly wall boxes, but that hardly concerned her. What was more important was playing with her new friends! Drifting over to Depth Charge, the sylph settled on his back, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck and laughing. Now no matter where he ran, she'd get a free piggy-back ride! That was certainly fun, wasn't it?

[unmocked_lawr]

Javert drew deep breaths of air as he leaned against the wall opposite the door, shoving his hands into his greatcoat pockets in an attempt to keep them hidden--absurdly, irrationally unwilling to allow the other man to see them shaking even slightly. It was idiotic, but it was a memory he hadn't wanted to dredge back up, not with his head pounding like this, and he leaned his head back slightly, trying to steady his breathing until he was sure he could breathe normally and the tendrils of panic at last faded away.

He'd wanted to die then. He didn't know if he did now, and until he could reach a conclusion, it was probably best to stay alive. The air here was still thin, but not so much that it was difficult to breathe, and he took a larger lungful when he inhaled again.

His breathing hitched slightly at the sound of laughter. "Good God," he said, glancing at Depth Charge, "she's followed us."