Nightshift 49: Waiting Room/Lobby 1
[from here]Slipping through the door into the next room, Brainiac 5 frowned, his hand rising to his head as a sudden wave of dizziness swept over him. He felt a little thrown off, like suddenly losing a data stream during an analysis. "Did something just..." he began, but trailed off, uncertain if it was simply a side effect due to stress or
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A small hotel-grade watercolor hung there, involving some sunflowers and an lopsided wheelbarrow no claim of artistic license could make roll. "There. Does that look like a door to you? Come on, let's see what else has been moved.". The building -- he'll, the entire town reset itself. Rearranging a few rooms would be like swapping the glasses and plates in the cabinet. Disconcerting for the first half-awake roommate who tried to pour O.J. into a salad bowl rather than drinking straight from the carton, but otherwise harmless.
Nothing around here was harmless. The schedule change alone should have set off five-alarm fire bells in Sangamon's head. That plus a room going walkabout should have called in engines from three neighboring towns. It didn't. Instead, he walked over to the misplaced door and pulled it open. His one concession to the circumstances was to poke his head out before stepping into what appeared to be a hallway. A fairly crowded hallway, too. Losing a tail in a crowd seemed like an even better plan than just hiding. He flashed a thumbs-up at Brainiac, which was probably lost in the dark, and stepped through.
[to the second floor pantry]
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