Night 49: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[from here]Kurogane couldn't tell how long it would be before he would begin seeing other patients about, however if the hallways continued to be empty for too long he would have to start becoming suspicious. There was no chance that he was the only patient in the place, yet the moment the thought crossed his mind, he couldn't ignore the potential
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"I figured it was one of those psych-out things. Get us thrown off balance, mess with our heads even more," Dean said. Then again, there was a lot of doors and stuff here that should've been broken and yet when the next morning rolled around, they were always repaired. Stuff like that hadn't added up.
Dean had gotten close enough to see that the patient was some dude rocking a long coat, suit and...okay, he had to do a discreet second-take, but where those friggen sneakers? Classy. "You got a name? I'm Dean."
Felt real weird to be giving out his real name after the aliases here. If there was a chance of him getting Jedi mind tricked right outta his memories here, then he needed to be able to run up to people and track what he'd been up to. Dean had come closer to Sneakers, close enough to get a good look at the guy but just far away enough that he could juke out of the way if the guy suddenly went apeshit and took a swing at him. After the other night, he wasn't too keen on getting his ass beat again.
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"I'm the Doctor," he replied automatically to Dean's question. It took him a moment to realize that he'd given his name instead of his usual alias; he opened his mouth to make the correction, but then shut it again. What did it matter, really? He'd been using 'John Smith' to avoid suspicion, but the alias was more trouble than it was worth when he ended up correcting his name later or when Donna told it to people anyway. Maybe he would stop using it entirely, unless introducing himself as 'the Doctor' really did end up causing unnecessary trouble.
"And it could be a 'psych-out', but..." But maybe there was something else, something more, even though it being nothing in the end would make sense, or would partly make sense. They did seem to be rather fond of mind games here; maybe he was over-thinking things and the simplest answer was the right one...
Still, it didn't hurt to give one more try. He tilted his head upward again, tongue pressed against his front teeth, as he strained to hear anything out of the ordinary. If he couldn't hear anything this time, he would at least concede that there was nothing going on in the vicinity.
Nothing.
He rubbed at the back of his neck, glancing at Dean once more, and then pulled his torch from a coat pocket. "Maybe you're right," he conceded, for lack of a better explanation at the present.
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"You want me to just call you 'the Doctor'?" Dean raised an eyebrow. Really? But hey, as quirks went, that was pretty harmless, if kind of something only a cocky sonuvabitch would insist on; there were worse things he could cater to and after a moment, he just shrugged, shifting the duffel bag over his shoulder. "Okay, fine, I can roll with that. I was gonna head to the kitchen, see what I can find there. You need anything from there? Safety in numbers and all that jazz."
It wasn't exactly saying that the Doctor needed to come with him. More of a veiled suggestion. He didn're care how much of a badass you were - or thought you were. Standing around in the dark in this place was making you a stationary target there.
Even as Dean spoke, he'd been glancing up and down the hall, listening - maybe not for construction, but for a growl, a scrabble of claws or spittle hitting the floor. Hear it enough times and you didn't need to see the monster up close to know when to book it.
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The Doctor had considered the kitchen just this morning as a potentially useful place to pick up some parts, but he hadn't intended to go there when he'd first headed out of his room. However, his previous attempts at investigation had always left him feeling unaccomplished, and if he couldn't find the location of the supposed construction... Maybe it would be better to add to his inventory this night and leave investigation for another, especially since Dean was, from the sound of it, asking if he wanted to come along. It was always nice to travel with someone else, and he couldn't deny that safety in numbers was a usually good idea.
"I can think of a few things I could use from there," he answered, grinning. The kitchen would be... should be near the cafeteria, through the sun room, but if Dean knew the way for certain (or even a different route), it would be best to let him lead. "Allons y!"
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Okay, he had no idea what the Doctor just said but he was gonna roll with the part where he agreed to come along and...yeah.
As far as he knew, there were two ways into the cafeteria, and the kitchen - the Sun Room, which was really just running the Weird Shit Gauntlet, and the Recreational Field; last time he'd gone that way, he'd been hit by that witch's magic and that had been a real party right there, hadn't it? Still, it was probably safer, all things considered. Witches weren't necessarily territory or stuck to one area like a ghost generally was, so there was a chance she would've cleared out by then. Assuming she hadn't been ganked already; that was the only good thing about witches. They could spew body fluids and throw hex bags your way but in the end, they were still mortal and could die like everyone else with some encouraging.
Provided you get close enough.
Dean turned on the spot, gesturing down the hall. "C'mon, this way."
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