Night 49: Equipment/Chemical Storage
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...Or not. After Kirk shook off the sudden disorientation (a side effect of the creature? But it hadn't touched his skin), he felt first the distinct lack of rain on his hood, and then opened his eyes to... a room. "What the-?" He brought his flashlight up, illuminating wall-to-wall cabinets and forbidding warning labels, and feeling a strange deja vu to the last time he'd sneaked into one of the Academy's laboratories after hours.
Although, unlike that time, "anticipatory excitement" didn't seem at all appropriate to describe his mood right now. Kirk moved in further, cautiously, as if he expected their surroundings to flicker and shift at any moment, like that night IRIS had control of the intercom. But no. Everything appeared solid under the beam of his flashlight, and the storm beyond the walls still rumbled as loud as ever.
He looked back to see Roxas and Chekov with him, and the door closed behind them. "Where are we?"
...Or not. After Kirk shook off the sudden disorientation (a side effect of the creature? But it hadn't touched his skin), he felt first the distinct lack of rain on his hood, and then opened his eyes to... a room. "What the-?" He brought his flashlight up, illuminating wall-to-wall cabinets and forbidding warning labels, and feeling a strange deja vu to the last time he'd sneaked into one of the Academy's laboratories after hours.
Although, unlike that time, "anticipatory excitement" didn't seem at all appropriate to describe his mood right now. Kirk moved in further, cautiously, as if he expected their surroundings to flicker and shift at any moment, like that night IRIS had control of the intercom. But no. Everything appeared solid under the beam of his flashlight, and the storm beyond the walls still rumbled as loud as ever.
He looked back to see Roxas and Chekov with him, and the door closed behind them. "Where are we?"