Night 49: Staff Training Area (Second Floor)
[From here]The disorientation that came when he crossed through a door was getting easier to accommodate, with the Doctor bracing himself for a shift in perception and trying to keep steady, but it was still difficult to fully anticipate. The sensation that came with teleportation seemed to be different every time
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Seriously, the hell was this? Wasn't even consistent.
Catching himself on the door before he bowled into the Doctor's back, Dean looked around. Cozy joint. Looked almost like a conference room or something. While the Doctor checked out the computers, Dean rounded the chairs, nudging the plastic brain with his flashlight but as far as he could tell, there wasn't anything that screamed evil about it. Wasn't exactly like those kennels back there and it was almost too easy to forget that there was some serious bullshit going on in Landels. Dean didn't let himself get lax about it. Sure, there were some places that looked like a regular hospital. But those kennels, the experiments, those were all real and he couldn't forget that, no matter how easy it would be to turn his back.
The box of latex gloves he did help himself to, tossing it into his duffel bag as he glanced back at the Doctor. The computer looked like it was done booting up.
"We tried one of those a few nights ago," Dean said, coming up behind the Doctor. Dean could figure out his way around computers, but for the heavy duty stuff, he tended to just leave for Sam, let him trawl through trying to break passwords and get past all the other stuff. "Guy I was with couldn't break the password though."
Which sucked, but it wasn't new. Sometimes people did stupid stuff like leave their passwords taped to the computer or written down on a piece of scrap paper. Or they used the old winner of their name or birthday or, hell, even just a bunch of zeroes. Other times they got smart and a guy could be at it for hours trying to get in.
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He pulled the keyboard closer and tried a few obvious password variations first, but none of them worked. He could go through all the possible permutations until he hit upon the right one, of course, but that would take hours without any way to work around it. "But," he continued, "even for me, it'll take time we don't necessarily have left."
Besides, he could always attempt to find this room later. Deciding to ignore the password prompt for now, the Doctor instead pulled the computer out of its place and cut its power. Holding his torch pointed at the back of the machine, he looked for either the way to open it up or some kind of identifying mark-a sticker, date of manufacture, anything.
Unfortunately, it looked like he would need a screwdriver (sonic or otherwise) to get inside for parts, and the computer itself was too unwieldy without a reliable way to drop it off somewhere specific. He glanced back at Dean. "You wouldn't happen to have a screwdriver in that bag of yours, would you?"
If not, the Doctor was done here.
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"Nope. Haven't run across one yet," Dean said, shrugging. A good screwdriver or a hammer was always useful but it was kinda one of those things you didn't realize you needed it until it was after the fact. "I find one and I'll remember to hit you up."
Sure, he had a knife but the end of it was already chipped off when that bloodsucker came gunning for him the other night. Dean was all for taking a look inside that computer. Possibly breaking his only real weapon here? Not so much. They could come back when they had some other tools to do the job. Hell, maybe he could bring Sam to meet the Doctor and then let them geek it out over the computer, do that whole nerd thing over it while he kept an eye out for any monsters. Worked for him.
Dean headed for the door, opening it to step inside.
[Scottying it up to here]
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