Night 50: Women's Bathrooms (F01-F40)

[fangirlfatale]

[from here]The bathroom at night wasn't too much different from the bathroom during the day--tile floor, a bunch of stalls, sinks, et cetera--except that there was a faint weird smell to it, almost like something rotting. It sounded like the water might be dripping, too

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[fangirlfatale]

Wait, what was that Guybrush had said about not making him look bad? Whoops. Well, Morgan reasoned, technically inadvertently reminding Elaine of something boneheaded he'd already done wasn't the same thing as mentioning something boneheaded he was going to do in the future. She stuck to her agreements, after all.

The second pipe took a little more work than the first, but it still came away easily enough. Morgan grabbed it and weighed the two pipes in her hand--a decent start, but not enough for a sword. Not the right kind of metal, either. She hoped that guy would be able to make them into a decent weapon. They'd probably have to find somewhere else to get more raw materials from, though.

She was way ahead of Elaine on the first points, but not on the last one. "If he could kidnap us--or steal our bodies or whatever--all the way from the Caribbean, and other people think they came from another planet or the future--" Morgan waved her arms in a gesture of spaciness to show what she thought about those fish stories, but secretly she wasn't quite as sure she disbelieved them as she made out, "--maybe it isn't." That had barely occurred to her before now: what if it really wasn't going to be as simple as getting armed and making a break for it? There was no reason whoever had brought them here couldn't just drag them back, unless they--by which Morgan meant she herself--showed them who was boss.

"Did Guybrush tell you about his theory?" she asked. "If this Landel guy really isn't connected to LeChuck, we think he might be this freaky doctor from Flotsam Island called the Marquis DeSinge. Or else someone working for him. Guybrush and I both had a run-in with him not long before we--died." God, that still felt so weird to say. "DeSinge is a prancing little panty-waisted pansy, but he's got a lot of silver and more than enough lampreys in his lighthouse to set up something crazy like this. Not to mention some kind of...unnatural finger-healing powers." Eww. Just thinking about that still grossed her out.