Night 49: Pet Supply Place

[bprd_fishman]

[ From here.]And this was not the Sun Room. Or any room at Landel's that he'd seen. The odd twisting feeling made Abe's hand slip from the door handle against his will and it slammed shut, leaving him in a far more cramped room that smelled faintly of animal food and wood shavings. "What in the world?" he whispered as he reached for his flashlight

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[tender_cruelty]

There wasn't even anything useful here was there? Unless he wanted to try taking down hordes of the undead with a dog leash and kibble (he didn't - even Hallelujah wasn't fond of that idea. They had their sense of self-preservation after all). He wandered down the aisle a little way, checking for any monsters which might have been left behind, still keeping an ear out to the conversation behind him. "So the change that comes across the Institute at night comes across here too," he said thought fully. "Habitually I mean, not just last week. I wonder if the townspeople know." He wondered if any of the townspeople had died last week for real, or whether they had just woken up back in their beds as the patients did.

Maybe they didn't even notice if people had died and they were just conveniently replaced. It was a thoroughly disturbing thought.

"I wonder what they think happened last week," he murmured. "Did you see the looks that they gave us when we were there earlier? The graffiti. Someone is trying very hard to make us look bad." Worse than a bunch of crazies in a mental hospital could look anyway. It meant that even if they escaped, there would be no sympathy amongst the town people. It reminded him of the propaganda against Celestial Being too much for comfort.

[its_the_mileage]

Why would the store be in this kind of mess again? Indy didn't have a clue. It was certainly possible that the store had already been ransacked tonight by other patients who'd ended up there, but he wondered if that mess in the leash aisle didn't look a little familiar. It couldn't really be that the town was--partially--cleaned up during the day and went back to the same battered state at night. None of it made any sense.

"We only have two nights to base our understanding on. It's too soon to jump to conclusions," he cautioned, ever the scientist. There was at least something mildly comforting in looking at it that way: what was happening wasn't nonsensical, they just didn't have enough data to piece together the explanation that'd make order out of the apparent chaos. Indy tried not to think about how slim the odds of their actually getting that data were.

There didn't seem to be much else to learn here for the moment, and neither Dent nor the kid looked inclined to take anything. Indy turned around and went out the way they'd entered.

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