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Night 50: Main Hallway, 2-Center

Jul 16, 2010 17:56

[From here]All quiet so far. None of the usual sounds of combat could be heard coming from the Sun Room. It seems they'd beaten the usual crowd of people heading through there. Of course, this just meant they'd be the first to be ambushed. Wonderful ( Read more... )

tk-622, cloud, agatha, anise, depth charge, ema skye, zack, hime, the scarecrow

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toxicspiderman July 17 2010, 22:45:49 UTC

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S.T. kept talking as they kept walking. "They'll need a way to show instructional videos. Unless Martin Landel is really that much of a sadist and sticks to slide shows." Slide shows were better for surreptitious naps, and for selective surgery on company promotional materials. (Nothing said buzz-kill like a before-and-after of a new "safe" outflow pipe, and GEE, Inc. didn't have a video budget. Or any budget, really.)

"It's just up to the left. First door." If that was a no-go, the lounge was diagonally opposite. And the exercise room, where one might keep the StairMastering hordes content in their futile climbs.

scarefaux July 18 2010, 20:55:32 UTC

Keeping close behind Sangamon as they continued down the corridor, the Scarecrow was starting to feel a lot like the Lion- jumping at even small noises, eyeing the areas outside the light, keeping his own light close at hand in the event something did spring from the darkness at them. He felt cowardly, but with good reason: this was the Horrible Hallway! Being human, there was also the chance he could die- that only made him more concerned ( ... )

toxicspiderman July 19 2010, 02:46:35 UTC

Either the Scarecrow had taken up juggling as a royalty-appropriate hobby (which seemed more appropriate to worlds where the peasantry wasn't actually made up of happy socialists tending opium fields) or he was really rattled. Granted, he had reason. Was that a lightsaber? It wasn't making the noise, though ( ... )

scarefaux July 19 2010, 18:49:06 UTC

As Sangamon worked on getting the door open, the Scarecrow stayed ducked behind the balcony railing- he had to admit it didn't seem to provide much of a hiding spot- peering over the edge and watching as Depth Charge prepared himself for a fight. Though he couldn't see very far in the darkness, he could tell the witch (or wizard, though it was probably the former, given the number of witches that seemed to inhabit the hallway) wielding the magic wasn't the good kind of witch at all.

The former strawman looked to Sangamon as he removed the first bolt, the piece landing on the floor with a noisy ktunk. He felt so useless! He couldn't fight, couldn't help, and couldn't even open the door. At least if he was made of straw, he couldn't die- humans were so fragile. What use was he now ( ... )

toxicspiderman July 22 2010, 01:17:28 UTC

The second bolt followed the first. Depth Charge and the girl with him were inching back towards the way they'd come. That meant he and Scarecrow could head in without worrying about sitting in front of the TV while the world ended like the rest of modern America.

S.T. stood up and pulled the door out of its frame, ushered the Scarecrow through as well as he could with his hands full of industrial-grade aluminum, and then docked it back in the frame. A casual look and no-one had even been here. A casual tug and it would come down on the head of the tugger, giving them some time to react.

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