Night 50: M81-M90 Hallway
[M85]
Guybrush stared at the intercom for a minute after DeLandel was done talking. "Portal Ring?" he asked more to himself than to Scott, looking back toward his desk. He hadn't seen any ring among his collection of assorted knickknacks. It looked like someone else had gotten it from his group- probably LeChuck, knowing his luck. Well, that was just fine- the dread pirate could be taken back to Mudville for all he cared. Guybrush Threepwood was through with rings of questionable origin, no matter how expensively tempting they seemed. He'd learned his lesson years ago.
Speaking of his collection, what else was he taking tonight? Oh yeah! Javert's sword! The experienced inspector was probably ready to tear out his hair by now: being without a tangible weapon for long periods of time did that to some people- his Cuddly Kitten of the Caribbean included. Guybrush's foot was feeling well enough for running- good thing, since he would be doing just that. With any luck, he'd dodge LeChuck and make it to M14 before Javert left for the night.
Grabbing the sword from his closet, he stuck it through a loop in his sash and took his flashlight in hand- er, hook. "Sorry to run," he said to Scott as he pulled the door open, "but I've got a sword to return. Let's talk more about the room and fire and old farts tomorrow, okay?"
Annnnnd he was out the door and down the hall as fast as his slippered feet would allow.
[Booking it to here.]
Guybrush stared at the intercom for a minute after DeLandel was done talking. "Portal Ring?" he asked more to himself than to Scott, looking back toward his desk. He hadn't seen any ring among his collection of assorted knickknacks. It looked like someone else had gotten it from his group- probably LeChuck, knowing his luck. Well, that was just fine- the dread pirate could be taken back to Mudville for all he cared. Guybrush Threepwood was through with rings of questionable origin, no matter how expensively tempting they seemed. He'd learned his lesson years ago.
Speaking of his collection, what else was he taking tonight? Oh yeah! Javert's sword! The experienced inspector was probably ready to tear out his hair by now: being without a tangible weapon for long periods of time did that to some people- his Cuddly Kitten of the Caribbean included. Guybrush's foot was feeling well enough for running- good thing, since he would be doing just that. With any luck, he'd dodge LeChuck and make it to M14 before Javert left for the night.
Grabbing the sword from his closet, he stuck it through a loop in his sash and took his flashlight in hand- er, hook. "Sorry to run," he said to Scott as he pulled the door open, "but I've got a sword to return. Let's talk more about the room and fire and old farts tomorrow, okay?"
Annnnnd he was out the door and down the hall as fast as his slippered feet would allow.
[Booking it to here.]