Night 51: F-A Block Hallway

[mizuhomaiden]

[from here]Sheena silently slipped into the hallway at the end of the block. Taking up a spot where she could be easily seen, and the gun-like weapon she was carrying, she waited for Aigis. She wanted to get this over with so she could00

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[fangirlfatale]

Morgan was almost out of the hallway when she saw a familiar pirate--with a familiar underpants sash--walking toward her. "Hey, Guybrush," she greeted him. "Some guy on the board agreed to make me a sword, so I'm collecting metal for it. Elaine and I bashed a few pipes in the ladies' room last night, but we didn't get enough to make anything that could hold a candle to the Blade of Dragotta." Although maybe that amount was fine for whatever infinitely inferior weapon Elaine used, she refrained from adding. Despite her natural inclination to be snarky about the former (current?) Governor of the Tri-Island Area, last night hadn't been too bad, and she did want to demonstrate to Guybrush that she was doing her part in getting along with his Lainey-Poo (bleccch).

He looked like he was in decent shape, but she wasn't sure what was going on with that shovel. It could make a pretty decent weapon--but Guybrush wasn't as big as she was on splitting people's skulls as she was. Morgan would've bet that shovel was intended to be used in either the most typical way possible (graverobbing, maybe) or as some as-yet-undetermined piece of another unfathomable puzzle. She had to say she preferred the skull-splitting. "What are you doing in the women's halls, anyway? Digging for buried treasure?" she asked, gesturing to the digging implement.

[sheepwood]

"I came to see Elaine, but she's meeting that sword-making guy tonight," Guybrush said with a slight slump. He'd nearly forgotten that Morgan had responded to that notice, too. He took comfort in the fact that LeChuck wasn't getting a sword, so he wouldn't be the only one not carrying a blade. At least he had something to act as a weapon- the shovel had been nasty against the demon frog monsters in the hallway the night before, and it had the added bonus of allowing him to dig up any X-marks he found lying around the building. Who didn't look cool carrying a shovel strapped to his back through a sash made of sweats and underpants?

"She figured I'd be wasting time by following her around and suggested I see what you were doing," he continued, rubbing his hook on the front of his shirt. "You know, I'm glad to see you two getting along, mostly because I didn't think you'd ever be on speaking terms after that fight in Club 41."

[fangirlfatale]

"That still doesn't explain why you're wearing a shovel," Morgan pointed out. Unless the fact that he was going to see Elaine was supposed to be self-explanatory, in which case, she really didn't want to know why there was a shovel involved. And why did it not surprise her that Elaine had sent him packing to get him out of her hair?

Well, Guybrush probably wouldn't be a lot of help dealing with the weapon maker (unless he had a lot of money or a rubber chicken with a pulley stashed in that sash somewhere, he wasn't likely to make any real bargains, and if he dealt with everyone as smoothly as she'd seen him handle hose mutinous slackers back in the manatee, his chances of getting a sword might be about as good as his chances of getting run through with one), but Morgan wasn't averse to an extra pair of hands. Working with Guybrush again was a welcome prospect, or at least it was company she didn't mind for once. And maybe he'd find a secret passage out through the bathroom stalls, or-- No, on second thought, Morgan decided, hopefully he wouldn't collect any inventory there other than the pipes.

"We probably wouldn't be if she actually remembered that fight in Club 41," she answered. "Good thing younger Elaine's not as--" Jealous? Possessive? Much of a raging homicidal Pox-infested whackadoodle? "--protective as she gets later on." There, that'd been remarkably tactful. "Anyway, I'm headed to the men's bathroom to bash up some pipes, if you want to come along with me. It'll go faster that way."

[sheepwood]

"The shovel is for digging, knocking stuff off high shelves, and swatting away demon toads that attack me in hallways," Guybrush answered in all seriousness, as though those were all common uses for such a tool. "You never know when you're going to come across any one of those situations when trapped in a spooky asylum, Mo. I have a long history with shovels and their many, many uses."

He crossed his arms, only half-listening to what Morgan was saying about her tumultuous relationship with his Honeycakes until she came to the topic of what she was doing for the night. "You're going to a bathroom? With toilets?" Guybrush asked. Crud, why did his Pookiepoo have to ask him to help Morgan on the night she was going to a bathroom? Why couldn't it wait for the night where she was going to hunt for pot stickers? "Couldn't you get metal from anywhere else?"

[fangirlfatale]

"Demon toads?" Morgan repeated, half incredulous, half enthusiastic. "Do they have those here?" Those actually sounded way more interesting than she'd come to expect from this place. Not too exciting if they could just be smacked away with a shovel, but maybe if there were a few of them at once they'd put up a half-decent fight. Anything would be better than just letting her skills go to waste here.

Unfortunately, the next thing out of Guybrush's mouth was just the wrong thing to say. Typical! "Guybrush, what is with you and bathrooms?" Morgan demanded. Normally her senses were finally attuned to the sound (and smell) of fear--came with the job territory; she could probably put it on her resume--but in this case she was sure she had to be mistaken. The stories had never said anything about the legendary Guybrush Threepwood having a pathological fear of toilets.

Morgan wasn't interested in letting anyone else, even said legendary Guybrush Threepwood, call the shots on her job, but every minute they stood around chatting was another minute she wasn't spending showing those pipes who was boss. "Fine," she said grudgingly, throwing up her hands (carefully, since they still had a flashlight and a big wooden rod in them). "Where do you suggest we look?"

[sheepwood]

"What is it with me and bathrooms?" Guybrush repeated incredulously. Hearing the nervous disbelief in his voice, he decided to backpedal, putting on his patented cocky smile and dismissing anything she may have been thinking about bathrooms and his relationship with them with a wave of his hook. Or anything she may have thought of thinking. Or even whatever she'd been considering thinking of thinking. Guybrush Threepwood wasn't afraid of anything... or so he liked his enemies, friends, and admirers to believe.

"Pfft, there's nothing with me and bathrooms," he continued. It was a half-truth: it really wasn't the bathroom itself he had the problem with. "In fact, if you want to go to the bathroom so badly, we'll go. We'll go to that bathroom and get a hundred pipes if that's what it takes to make your sword, no matter what stands in our way, demon frogs- and yes, they do exist- or dread pirates or otherwise." He couldn't think of anywhere else there'd be enough metal, anyway. Maybe he'd luck out and she'd want to do the collecting herself once they got there.

To seal the deal on just how completely and utterly fine he was with the plan, he started the walk there.

[To here.]