Nightshift 45: West Wing, Hall 2-A

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[From here]"They got a few other factors also," he added as he strode down the hall. "Sometimes they brainwash other patients, restoring their full functions to measure up against the rest of us. I also got attacked by a temperature-augmenting alien the first night

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"Oh man, if only!" said the Reaper in response to the comment about UFOs. "Nah, this thing was some kind of tentacle-wing tandem tangent that looked like someone spat in the lady's gene pool! And she kept going on and on about how she's > humanity or some garbage like that. Saying our use of tools was a sign of inferiority! What a nanofarad!"

At the talk about robots, Sho slammed a fist into his palm eagerly at the thought.

"CRUNCH! You bet! Get me a jetpack or some other hi-tech hyperbolas to further multiply my value? That'd be zetta sweet!" he said with a grin. "Or maybe a ray-gun! Frying fractals at 299,792,458m/s!" He cackled gleefully at the thought. He spun about and directed his off-kilter smile at Haine. "Hey, choose one (1) single robot weapon to steal! And you can't say 'the whole number'."

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"Armor-piercing rounds, right?" he said with a grin as he walked backwards. "If it's good enough to take a tank, it's gotta be more than qualified for more protein-based targets!"

Another mad cackles as his back pressed against the push-bar of the door and he spun with the opening of the portal out into the night air.

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His memories as Scourge informed him that the kitchen was at least a safe place to be, so there was probably nothing in there that would get other psychos into trouble either. Admittedly Joshua didn't have any real idea what he'd do once they got there, but any sort of moving around and searching for nurses was probably a good idea under the circumstances.

Where the fuck was everyone?

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"Come now, sir," said Wonka as he followed behind, "I may indulge in a little skidding about on two wheels, but that doesn't mean I've got a potato where my head should be. You know as well as I do that if there are any nurses roaming about at this time of night they'll just pop us straight back to our rooms, and where would that leave us? I'm not the only one who's out of bed, I'll remind you." That was odd, really. If Scourge was so convinced of his new identity, why was he out here roaming the halls in the first place? Maybe whatever hit everyone this morning was beginning to wear off? Or maybe this was part of the idea: to lull them into a false sense of security and then lure them out into all this.

It was disturbing, to say the least (not that Wonka would ever let that show). He just followed behind Scourge as they approached the door outside.

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Joshua wasn't sure about that potato. "It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Maybe they'll let you do a work study thing if you're good. You can cook us all dinner." Under careful supervision, of course.

As crazies went, Willy wasn't so bad. He had a bit of a baking fetish and possibly not the best idea of what you should put in your cakes, but he was hardly an ax murderer or someone who thought waggling your genitals in someone's face was a great way to say hello. Eccentric probably fit him better than insane.

Joshua was depressed all over again now, the same as he was with Anise. Willy didn't really belong in a mental institution. He belonged at a nursing home at the most, or living with a family and making his grandkids pancakes every Sunday. Normal stuff. This place was nice enough as institutions went, better than that one hospital where they used to hold the rehab groups, but so many people here seemed like they deserved an actual life instead of a white room and grey clothes.

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