Night 48: Kitchen

[ninelivesonce]

[from here]The kitchen was pitch-dark save for their flashlights; no lingering light from the Sun Room's windows made it in here. Taura did a quick swing, and headed for the sink. The water turned on, clean and fresh, so she rinsed off her claws and went looking for a towel

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[sasuke_of_sound]

[from here]

There was someone else here, which unexpectedly reminded Sasuke of the first time he'd run into Aidou -- something that at once reminded him of the danger of the Institute (there had been those fire creatures that had dealt burns even in their death) and forced him to remember that he hadn't expected out of the vampire upon first impression, either.

It bore remembering. Sasuke focused for the sound of Zack's footsteps, trying to get a sense of their pattern and keep them in mind for reference.

[zack_fair]

Well, these two moved quick and were all business! Zack didn't have a hard time keeping up, of course, but it did make it hard to carry on a conversation. Not that he couldn't focus when the task called for it, but he had even chatted with Cloud when the kid had been practically comatose. He only resorted to silence when it was a truly dangerous situation

[blood_and_pocky]

For such a small area, it was getting crowded--a mild displeasure as it meant negotiating past others at the same time he kept his senses trained for something out of the ordinary. At the same time, if something did happen to attack in the next few moments, there was more than one target to get in the way

[justawaketylor]

Following Taura was pleasant--the woman's authoritative air wasn't as defensive or controlling as Tylor might have worried, but she seemed to be fairly responsible. Tylor nodded at her question, shivering successfully banished, and smiled with an open look of appreciation. "Definitely!"

As he actually turned to the pots and pans and not the person asking, however, he started to frown again, running his flashlight over them slowly again. "Hey--I don't see a tea kettle or a water boiler anywhere. Do you? I was hoping we could have tea together, but that'll be pretty hard without anything to heat up water with."

And tea, but they were in the kitchen now. Even if there was no coffee or alcohol, there had to be tea back there. "Or coffee, if we can find it and you like it."

[ninelivesonce]

Aww. He was a sweet one. "I could go for some tea." Tea was civilized. Cosmopolitan and old-fashioned at the same time. Captain Thorne went into raptures over a nice cup of it whenever the mail from Earth caught up with them. So did Mr. von Karma -- now there was an image. They'd either get along like a house on fire or -- like a house on fire. Taura wasn't quite sure which.

Though thinking of Bel wasn't the best of ideas; not when the last time Taura had seen it, it had been working for the Institute. Bel, reduced to running interference for an incompetent megalomaniac. There wasn't anything in the Nexus that Taura could imagine would co-opt Bel Thorne. Everyone has a price, Nine. No. She shook her head, hoping Tylor hadn't noticed the fact that her head had been parsecs away for a moment there

[justawaketylor]

"How can a whole kitchen have no tea?" Tylor couldn't understand it. Even the Raalgon Empire had something like tea. He wasn't too picky, just some tea bags would be fine, or even canned tea if that was all they could find. But even if they could make tea, he also wasn't sure where there were some mugs or tea cups.

On the plus side, Taura seemed to be agreeable about stopping to relax in a slightly less haunted atmosphere. Tea under the stars was more romantic, but a dark room would work in a pinch. The down side was that the adventurous Taura was now leaving, heading into a different room that had been sealed off. Tylor didn't call after her to come back, only blinking in consternation at the door itself as Taura disappeared behind it. What if something happened to him while she was gone? What if something happened to her, and he heard her screaming

[ninelivesonce]

[...I totally forgot the fridge door had a lock; for simplicities sake let's say Taura got lucky on a hard tug; she could break it easily anyway]

"I bet the medics have some in their kitchen," Taura called through the open doorway. Some things never changed. "They haven't bothered to give us any." She ignored the warning, but kept up a running monologue, one that he could hear was still calm and even. "If I had to get trapped in a prison, at least it's one that doesn't subscribe to -- hah, found it!"

Her head, quickly followed by the rest of her, popped back into sight.

"Frozen dessert. Guaranteed cure for combat nerves, if you can keep it down." Or unless he was still chilled? Tylor was still twitching, though his voice had picked an octave and was sticking with it. Good sign, maybe? Had she ever been that green

[noifsandsorbubs]

[from here]

Logan held the door so the kid could get in with his crutch, and took a quick survey of the room: a few people, nobody dangerous; hopefully knives somewhere. He didn't want to have to test the healing factor with anything blunter than that.

"So is that an every night thing?" he asked.

[vsyourface]

Scott had been thrown for a loop when the intercom came on and the Head Douchebag started going on about some of the secrets behind his plan. "Started" being the keyword. They barely got any kind of useful information before the voice crackled out again. Project Next-Wave? War? What the- Either Gideon's way older or more sci-fi than I thought, or . . . Scott shook his head. He wasn't going to give up on the Landel = Maybe Gideon theory just yet. That kind of infodump could be just something Gideon wanted to put out there to throw Scott off. Although, maybe, just maybe, he was a little more open now to the idea that Landel could just be some random dude. Disturbing as that idea was

[noifsandsorbubs]

On one hand it wasn't too surprising that a kitchen in a mental hospital would lock up the knives when they weren't in use, but on the other hand, Logan really wasn't keen on stabbing himself with a goddamn butter knife. He tossed one back in the drawer it had come from and looked up as Scott spoke.

Normally he would've been able to catch that - hearing was dead too - but he came up next to the kid and pointed his flashlight beam at the same door. Looked like a freezer, but there wouldn't really be a reason to wander around a meat locker at night, so maybe not. "What's in there?" he asked.

[vsyourface]

"A basement," Scott repeated, keeping his flashlight trained on the freezer door. "Or at least that's what I'm told. I was asking around about the entrance to the super-secret basement dungeon to this place, and someone said that there was a loose panel or something in the freezer that leads to it."

Confirming what Scott had been told, he watched as some of the others approached the freezer door and jiggered their way into it. "I'm betting that's where those guys are headed. You wanna check it out?" he asked, turning back to Logan. He wasn't sure if they ought to be going in with just the two of them (really one-and-a-half of them, considering Scott still had two limbs not in full working condition), but he was really, really curious.

[screwthegods]

[ From here]At last. They were only one room away from the freezer where the trap door was hidden, and Homura allowed himself a brief, satisfied smirk as he stepped into the kitchen. Of course the noise immediately put him on edge, if only because something so resembling cheer was foreign after darkness fell on their prison. But one of those voices Homura recognized, and in the light of the flashlights, he also saw a familiar silhouette clearly enough to make him tighten his grip on his sword

Sorry, guys! Work's been killer.

[number1smiley]

Teresa liked how the group moved together, quiet, focused. Efficient. Her silver eyes narrowed when she picked up on Homura's reaction. Someone was going to be very unhappy right now.

Silently perking up at the mention of a sword, the warrior nodded. She already knew the way to the basement, having been there the night before, so she decided to take the lead.

"I have been this way before," she said, eyes flickering once to Homura before leading the way past the others and into the cold storage.

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