Nightshift 45: Outside the Institute- East
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On this side of the Institute the milky-blue glare of the moonlight caught them completely beneath its chandelier of stars, eerie and oddly distressing. Out here they were exposed completely, little more than victims of the chill and dark of the night. Lunge would have turned off his flashlight were it not for the mist (strange, given that there had been no trace of mist in the recreational field, but he let it slide) and the faint nagging feeling in the back of his mind that, beneath the blanket of silent, a Something was waiting.
Further out east he could see the beginnings of a forest segueing into the uneven patchwork of rock and field, but he had no interest in getting lost in such an enclosed area. Glancing back to make sure that Laurier was still with him- of course he is, he has no real personal stake in tonight and therefore is simply ghosting along after me for the sake of it- he continued along the wall, silently counting off Institute landmarks as he moved. There was the greenhouse, as before...
"It's just occurred to me," he suddenly said, putting his mind on autopilot, "that you haven't told me anything about yourself yet." Now was as good a time as any to do a little digging. He conjured a smile for authenticity's sake. "I could write a book on what I don't know about you."
On this side of the Institute the milky-blue glare of the moonlight caught them completely beneath its chandelier of stars, eerie and oddly distressing. Out here they were exposed completely, little more than victims of the chill and dark of the night. Lunge would have turned off his flashlight were it not for the mist (strange, given that there had been no trace of mist in the recreational field, but he let it slide) and the faint nagging feeling in the back of his mind that, beneath the blanket of silent, a Something was waiting.
Further out east he could see the beginnings of a forest segueing into the uneven patchwork of rock and field, but he had no interest in getting lost in such an enclosed area. Glancing back to make sure that Laurier was still with him- of course he is, he has no real personal stake in tonight and therefore is simply ghosting along after me for the sake of it- he continued along the wall, silently counting off Institute landmarks as he moved. There was the greenhouse, as before...
"It's just occurred to me," he suddenly said, putting his mind on autopilot, "that you haven't told me anything about yourself yet." Now was as good a time as any to do a little digging. He conjured a smile for authenticity's sake. "I could write a book on what I don't know about you."