Night 49: Nurse Lounge

[vsyourface]

[From here]A slightly larger and comfier-looking room greeted the pair next. A couch and several cushy chairs littered the space, along with a table, chairs, and a large cabinet, among other things. Definitely wasn't the worst place they could have ended up in, Scott thought. They could have ended up in a fridge or something

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[selfrescuer]

[From here]

Well, at least this room seemed more welcoming than the bathroom they had just come from. It reminded her of the room in her mansion she had allocated for her cleaning and gardening staff to lounge in during their breaks. Still not exactly useful, though. "Everyone still here?" She looked back over her shoulder as she walked forward, waiting for the group to finish crossing through the door.

[sheepwood]

Guybrush squeaked into the room after his lady poo, eager to get as far away from the bathroom as possible. One step into the room, he turned sharply and plastered himself against the wall until the rest of the party had made it in and the door had shut behind them. He was safe for another day. Well, from the porcelain anyway.

"Hah! I was right!" he exclaimed, his feelings of paranoia and dread being replaced by cocky assuredness. "This place is chock-full of crazy stuff like this. I've got to admit that the doors taking us places they shouldn't is a new development. They usually lead where they're supposed to, like a good door should."

[voodooanonymous]

With Guybrush, unsurprisingly, offering no puzzle-solving suggestions to their current predicament, LeChuck scanned the room quickly. At least it was larger than the last couple, and he could step in without squeezing everyone else.

Ignoring Elaine's inquiry (although it did warm his black heart to know she was concerned), he crossed the room to the shaded windows opposite. "Avast, we be on the second floor!" Of course, if they were being shuffled around magically, there was no reason they couldn't be moved up (unless they were on the second floor of the building to begin with, come to think of it), but he still wasn't expecting it.

The window was grimy and the heavy storm outside made it hard to see, but after running through corridors and pantries, he was glad to see there was an outside to this place. He could see a greenhouse and a walled backyard below, and possibly a forest beyond, although that was guesswork through the rain.

[fangirlfatale]

This room wasn't much more interesting than the last one. (Privately, Morgan had her fingers crossed for an armory.) The big windows seemed like the most important feature for their purposes, but LeChuck was already over there by the time she entered and shook off the weird disorientation. Keeping one eye on him, Morgan went over to the side wall and peeked into the cabinet. Just more plastic cutlery. Assuming you could even call it "cutlery" if the toughest thing it could cut was chocolate pudding.

Behind her, Guybrush sounded confident again, which was usually a good thing. Something struck her about what he had to say, though. "A new development? Usually? Guybrush, how long have you been here?" Morgan asked.

It couldn't have been long, since she'd just seen him last night. He probably meant what he'd seen coming from his room earlier tonight, and she was just overthinking it. Yes, that sounded right.

[selfrescuer]

Well that was something, at least, Elaine thought when LeChuck pointed out the view from the windows. Though the fact that they could move up and down in space as well as across wasn't much of a revelation, it was new information, at least, and goodness knew they needed all they could get of that. Not that Elaine particularly felt like giving LeChuck the satisfaction of knowing he had pointed out something useful, though, so she kept her mouth shut on the matter for the moment

[sheepwood]

This all seemed so backwards: instead of hopping to his usual ransacking ways, it was Guybrush who was standing and fielding questions while everyone else scattered around the room, heading for cabinets and counters and taking whatever they could find. He scratched his head idly, wondering if he'd really lost touch while he was dead- that was still if he'd been dead at all, though that really was starting to sound like a likely explanation for his current predicament.

"Today was day three," he answered both Morgan and Elaine at the same time. He kept his eyes on LeChuck as he wandered toward the cabinets himself, making sure he didn't Voodoo himself out the window somehow. Elaine mentioned the trip, so she'd been at the institute since at least earlier in the day. LeChuck, on the other hand, had said he'd arrived only a little bit before they met in the hallway.

Guybrush was thinking of taking a jar he'd spotted when something struck him. "Wait, did you three all arrive today?" His wifey poo, his biggest fan, and his nemesis

[voodooanonymous]

Ignoring Guybrush's question, having already answered for his part, LeChuck continued staring out the window. The visibility was too low to find out what he really wanted to know - whether they were on an island, and if he could recognize any landmarks. A volcano or a giant monkey head, for example, would be very convenient and not, at this point, surprising. It had been a while since he'd been to his old haunting ground, Monkey Island.

There were a few flashes of lighting through which he thought he could see mountains relatively close, so it would have to be a big island, and ruled out many possibilities. It didn't look like the Monkey Island skyline either, even looking up at the cliff-face from below.

"This ain't on any island I remember," he finally declared out loud, easily more concerned with his own discoveries that whatever Guybrush was trying to figure out.

[fangirlfatale]

Morgan wasn't particularly interested in hauling around random objects (especially now that she had a specialist there to do it for her), so she got out of the way and let Elaine indulge her kleptomania to her heart's content. At least the pillowcase was getting put to less ridiculous use

[selfrescuer]

Elaine didn't see how Guybrush being three days ahead of Morgan would be all that surprising, considering that gap would hardly be the most extreme or inexplicable in the room thus far. From what Elaine could tell thus far, a person could be brought in from any kind of blackout or death at any time in their lives, not requiring them to have been "out" for any particular length of time. Granted, though, that still didn't explain why the people running this crazy house had seen fit to bring Guybrush in a full three days before snagging the rest of them

[sheepwood]

Guybrush had to bite his tongue to stop himself from repeating that he thought Elaine looked like she'd lost a few pounds (his tuckle-bear would probably be more bear than tuckle if he mentioned it again); however, he found himself dumbfounded and rendered completely speechless only a few seconds later. His face went through a world of emotions in those seconds, reflecting denial, confusion, acceptance, then a second helping of confusion: "Whoa, uh. Ah, huh?"

He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. Did she have amnesia? Or was this another product of time-travel Voodoo gobbledegook? Or some other side effect of his being dead, if he'd died at all? Or had LeChuck done something to her after all? With the whirlwind of theories about this place going on in his head, the only thing he could manage was, "But- but that was years ago! You don't remember our years of matrimonial piracy?"

[voodooanonymous]

LeChuck turned from the window to answer Elaine's assumption with an "Aye", but Guybrush once again monopolized her time. And of course, he was as usual the last horse to cross the finish line... or almost the last. With his precious Elaine focusing on Guybrush (but of course, unable to keep her eyes off LeChuck entirely, the darling) he turned to Morgan.

"O' course, lass, ain't it obvious?" She was the one that had been talking with this Elaine of the past, after all. "We've all been taken from different points in time, either just before ye died, or ye were revived shortly after, 'afore ye could experience the afterlife. As far as I knew, ye've been dead fer months, body and all. If we could show up missin' months or years, why couldn't Guybrush 'ave been sent here a few days earlier?" It wasn't that it made any sense to LeChuck either, but she didn't need to act to surprised. Besides, she was getting on his nerves between the denial and and the silent shushing.

[fangirlfatale]

"Months?" Morgan repeated to herself, quietly horrified. Oh, this was bad. If nothing else, it was bad because LeChuck had apparently been walking around for all that time, doing who-knew-what to the Caribbean, while she was just...dead, unavenged and unremembered. Or--wait. Elaine's statue thing was an exception, but if the other three of them had been dead (and both Guybrush and LeChuck looked the same as they had when she'd last seen them), then Guybrush must have killed LeChuck. No one else could have done that, she was sure

[selfrescuer]

Elaine caught something from LeChuck and Morgan's conversation about Morgan having been dead for months, which raised her interest. She didn't know exactly when Guybrush would have died, but so far, that put LeChuck at the furthest down the timeline out of all of them. What that ultimately meant for them was still unclear, but it at least made the picture a little bit clearer