So close.

[onlynothuman]

When Arkham bloated to its current size, a symptom of the cancer that was nineteen-forties psychiatric medicine, it swallowed the neighboring tenements and the alleys between them whole. Inside the walls, Simon's found bricked-up windows, the rusted-out bolts from fire-escapes, the body of an entombed cat, and rotting wall-paper. But yet, no way

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[hopeyrhappytoo]

The first thing, the very first thing that Alex did when she got into Arkham today was get ahold of George and tell them that they absolutely needed to talk as soon as possible. She might have even used a few colorful phrases. She's just that ticked off.

The second thing she did was try to get ahold of someone who could get her the surveilance footage from that particular hallway. Because something is very much not kosher in Arkham.

Right now, she's sitting, waiting in one of the currently unused therapy rooms. She even brought a tv/vcr and a notebook. She's so prepared.

[dysfunctionjnct]

Feeling rather clandestine, Huang joins her shortly. He has his own notebook, one that he has not drawn a big bat on because he is neither in grade school nor stupid. But it is the one he carries around all the time, in addition to the ever present stack of files.

"Should we be having this discussion here at all?" He inquires as he sits, not really joking though he'd like to be.

[goshdarnniteowl]

And here's the obliging security tech-slash-orderly, with... a cd case. That seems to have a DVD-R inside it.

...there may be a slight problem here.

"The asylum, uh... it isn't wired for sound, yet. That I know of." Daniel pushes his glasses up, wincing at the weight on the nose cast. Man, you know, broken noses suck. "I can get a DVD player..."

[hopeyrhappytoo]

Why the hell don't any of them carry a laptop. Oh. Right. Alex makes a face, but nods as she flips open her notebook. She has written down everything Harvey told her! In longhand. Oh, Alex. "Could you?"

[onlynothuman]

It's a lot of work, moving from a rusting-out coal chute, through a gap so narrow his clothes and ears hang up on the joists, into the floor, having to angle a cast through too. He's always waited until the staff room was empty for just that reason; it can't be done silently. He keeps the bumping and scraping to a minimum, but there's no denying that he's in the floor. Especially when he has to stop, almost-successfully stifling a cough.

It's tight work, and he can't turn over, stuck on his back, edging inch by dusty inch between two floor joists towards the gap he came in through the night before, a gap leading down into the elevator shaft, and from there to the basement.

[goshdarnniteowl]

When Daniel realises Simon's moving farther away, he abandons the security equipment to try and track him. 'Try' being, unfortunately, the operative word.

He loses him past a wall, and by the time he gets to the room on the other side of it, there's nothing but silence. God damn it.