Night 47: M11-M20 Hallway

[its_the_mileage]

As he made the changeover from mild-mannered mental patient to impeccably-hatted archaeologist, Indy was compelled to admit to himself that he wasn't sorry Ryuuzaki and Lunge were coming along for the ride that night. As little as he trusted those two, his methods hadn't been having a lot of success, and a couple of inspectors who'd be more likely

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M14

[unmocked_lawr]

Javert's pen raced across the journal pages as night fell, copying the intercom announcement word for word. It sounded as if Landel's attitude about Doyle had changed completely. That was curious; it warranted further investigation. As for the comment about the radio, he could make neither heads nor tails of it, save that apparently Jill had decided to make an appearance again. He pulled the radio out of his drawer, blew the dust off of it, and switched it on. Even if she was ineffectual as always, he would at least document his findings.

Standing up, he changed into his usual clothing, pulling on the greatcoat and sliding the radio, his journal, and a pen into various pockets. Placing his flashlight on his desk, he retrieved his saber and then waited for Threepwood to appear. There was a lot to be done tonight.

Sorry for the wait!

[sheepwood]

[From here.]

"M16... M15... M14! Finally!" Guybrush looked around the empty hallway, hoping he'd not missed his meeting by being late. It wasn't his fault they didn't hand out maps of this place to new people. He figured a place this big would have them for sale or posted on a wall somewh- oh wait. This was a nuthouse. Maps would just facilitate escapees. Right.

Then again, it wasn't as though orderlies were lurking around corners and taking people back to their rooms. The pirate hadn't seen even one since the night began. That seemed a little strange and foreboding.

Using his good hand, Guybrush rapped on the door, the knocking breaking the silence of the hall. "Hello? Mr. Javert? It's me, Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate!"

Re: Sorry for the wait!

[unmocked_lawr]

Javert stood at the sound of the knocking, mouth quirking upward. A young man by the sound of his voice, and a probable acquaintance of Luffy by the sound of his title. Well, that was all right; Javert had met worse company than pirates here, loath as he was to admit it.

Straightening the lapel of his greatcoat, he pulled open the door, eyeing the patient in the hallway. Hadn't expected the height--Threepwood was considerably taller than Javert, despite the latter's ramrod-straight posture. The hook where his hand ought to be was a faintly amusing touch. A pirate indeed.

"Honored to make your acquaintance, M. Threepwood," he said at last, voice bearing only traces of irony. "You found your way here with little trouble, I expect?"

[sheepwood]

Guybrush hadn't expected the man to look so formal and upright. He'd somehow pictured this Javert to be shorter, maybe with an eye patch and beard. Then again, having dealt with primarily other pirates, island natives, and one sleazy salesman during his travels, he really didn't think to visualize him as something other than relatively piratey. He certainly did have a fine coat, though- it added some flair to his look, and thankfully wasn't as blinding as Stan's. If it were made of leather, it would be perfect.

"No trouble at all!" Guybrush answered, deciding not to mention his brief venture into the lady-occupied halls. "Sorry I'm a bit late. Still getting my bearings around here. Where'd all the nurses go? It seems weird to let us wander around like this. And totally irresponsible if they're trying to keep us here."

[unmocked_lawr]

Apparently he hadn't received a full briefing, then. Had no-one seen fit to enlighten him during the day? Javert didn't exactly appreciate being saddled with the responsibility.

Still, that was hardly Threepwood's fault. "I suppose whoever told you about this place neglected to mention what happens at night. It appears the staff does this on purpose--lets us wander about unguarded for the amusement of the Head Doctor. It's just as well you haven't run into a nurse; they change form and become creatures after dark. Wandering around alone and unarmed here is practically suicide."

He paused. "I suppose I should have told you sooner, but the nurses don't take kindly to our speaking about it openly on the bulletin board."

[sheepwood]

"Yeah, I got that much reading the other notes," Guybrush said guiltily as he rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn't sure why he felt guilty about it- after all, they were posted in a public forum, even if they weren't addressed to him. Oh yeah, and he was a pirate. That was pretty much a wild card of an excuse for amoral behavior.

"The kid I met earlier- Raz, the one who suggested I look into the Search & Rescue- mentioned it too, and something about night changes and experiments on patients and such, but he was a little vague on the nurses-turn-into-monsters part," he said with a shake of his head. It was a good thing he wouldn't be wandering alone, by the sound of it. Whether or not he was unarmed was another question. He supposed that if used correctly, even his dull hook could be counted as a weapon. He was pretty sure he could figure out creative ways to use it dangerously, though the mental images that came to mind as soon as he tried were enough to convince him to never, ever do so. Gross

[unmocked_lawr]

Threepwood's flippant response meant one of two things: either he didn't know what he'd gotten himself into, or he was telling the truth about being ready to face anything. As far as Javert was concerned, it was the former.

"Most of the staff here turn into monsters. There are other monsters as well; undead creatures and constructions of iron and steel." A brief, faintly curious glance at the hook. "I should assume you are experienced with a blade or a gun, mighty pirate that you are. Both are difficult to obtain here, but knives are readily available upstairs, if you've no objection to using one of those."

He paused. "I can accompany you there if you wish, but there's someplace I need to go first. One of my allies disappeared either last night or this morning, and I must search his room for clues."

[sheepwood]

"Undead monsters, metal constructions, and swordplay?" Guybrush repeated, a grin crossing his face. "I've got loads of experience with those! Well, only a little experience with robots, but I'm practically an expert when it comes to dealing with the undead, and what kind of pirate would I be if I didn't know how to use a sword? That was one of my first lessons!" He touched the front of his shirt in his usual heroic fashion- he would have taken hold of the front of his coat, but it was unfortunately missing. Boy, did he hope Elaine wouldn't find out he'd lost his anniversary gift. He'd be in enough trouble as it was for landing himself in an asylum somehow and leaving her alone to face LeChuck

[unmocked_lawr]

Javert hid his doubt well--although, he supposed, no reaction at all was just as obvious as a proper one. "Very well," he said, and collected his saber from his desk. "Let's be off."

One last glance around the room to make sure he hadn't left anything behind, and then he stepped outside, gesturing for Threepwood to follow.

[unmocked_lawr]

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Re: M14

[violent_varmint]

The Head Doctor gloated, the doors clicked open, and Tanaka looked up from his dinner. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Twenty. Forty. A full minute had gone by before he had convinced himself that he was actually awake... awake and well and being allowed to do his job. He grinned, a predatory grin that had spent too long without the scent of the trail. No time to waste now - pillowcase, umbrella, frying pan and flashlight, and he was out into the darkness.

Re: M14

[violent_varmint]

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