Night 49: F-A Block Hallway

[thatdamnedninja]

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Where it was time to go, Yuffie wasn't exactly sure.

The weather warned against another attempt on the outside. Disappointing, but there'd always be another chance in the future; a chance that didn't involve hypothermia, pneumonia, and-or drowning in flood water. Yuffie was no coward, no way, but she could appreciate prudence.

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I LIIIIIIIIIIIVE o_o

[selfrescuer]

Somehow, Elaine wasn't surprised that Guybrush would go on to punch himself in the face at some point in the upcoming seven years. She had to wonder if he had taken it up just to save himself the trouble of waiting for her to do it for him. A slight roll of her eyes and a wry smile crossed her face at that point.

Granted, if this future timeline was real and Elaine was still close to Guybrush during that time, it was more than likely that she had ultimately gone through with the engagement and married the damn fool after all. She suspected if that was the case, then she might well have softened on her policy of literally knocking sense into him.

That was another thing she was unsure about on top of the whole time-and-space-twisting Institute thing, now that it was on her mind again - how sure exactly was she about that proposal? At the moment, her feelings on that matter were decidedly vague. Of course, she could still feel the tingle of the voodoo curse running from her ring finger out through the rest of her body when she thought back to earlier that morning. That alone made Elaine grit her teeth and want to hit things. Hours and hours after the fact, however, it was hard to keep up that kind of anger, especially when she was still getting it through her head that Guybrush hadn't actually been killed all those months ago. She wouldn't admit it yet, but right now, she was starting to worry more again about whether that "alive" status was still the case; whether she broke his nose or not would come after she got an answer on that front.

The last of Morgan's statements puller her back into a present state of mind. She nodded, answering: "Indeed. I've talked to at least two so far who claim they're from the far future, too. Frankly, as much as it weirds me out, I'm not entirely sure I can discount their claims out of hand, either, what with the way this building is put together." That combined with the change in climate were enough to tell Elaine that they were most likely no longer in the Caribbean. Just how far away was the real question. If there was a person around who didn't even claim to be from the same planet, that threw a whole new monkey wrench into the mix.

"It'll be easiest to get a sense for where we really are from outside," she decided at that, taking a step off to the side and looking again at the door to the hallway. "I think I'm going to find a way out as quickly as possible and survey the grounds first. If there ends up being a way off the property out there, all the better."

Re: I LIIIIIIIIIIIVE o_o

[fangirlfatale]

"The future?" Morgan repeated incredulously. Not possible. "Now that you mention it, I guess this building does look a little sturdier than usual. And those speakers are really clear. But--" She wanted to say that was just crazy. But even if the people talking about all this had barracudas in their belfries, that still didn't explain why Elaine was seven years younger than she was supposed to be.

Going outside was definitely where Elaine's plan took a turn for the questionable--Morgan would be willing to bet they'd have guards out there (she would, if she were running this place), and the two of them were disoriented and armed only with embarrassingly wussy-looking wooden rods. (Not that that would stop her from kicking major butt, but it just wouldn't have the same heartwarming homicidal thrill without her sword.) But getting outside would tell them where they were, and knowing where the exit was might have other benefits too. If there was security set up where her stuff was, it'd be nice to have an escape route worked out ahead of time so she could just grab and go.

In the end the logic wasn't really important, though. If Elaine wanted to run around outside, Morgan would just have to play along for now. She reassured herself with the knowledge that the closet rod was probably hefty enough to knock out even the most hardheaded of politicians if it had to.

"Okay," Morgan said, ignoring all those "I"s. "Let's go." With that she started--still cautiously, but at a more normal pace this time--down the hall again, trusting that Elaine would come with her.

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