Day 55: Courtyard [2nd Shift]

[sheepwood]

After what seemed like an eternity of being amused, irritable, bored, in pain, in excruciating pain, and any combination of those, Guybrush was met by the same soldier who had led him to the cafeteria. He wasn't offered a trip to the Sun Room to check the bulletin board, but didn't push for it anyway. That would have been more walking, and moving

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[tasteoftruth]

Badd mentally marked the way to the courtyard this time, to make sure he didn't get turned around again in the darkness. It was a dead end anyway, without ropes or something to stand on, but it was good to know the lay of the land. He should probably sketch up a map of the place at some point.

At least they had jackets this time. Badd was fairly certain that pleading his age and infirmity really wouldn't fly with these guys as well as it had yesterday. Especially when he obviously wasn't the worst-off guy in the courtyard, that blonde guy with the bandages looked like he'd been worked over with a few steel pipes, not to mention the matter of his missing hand. Badd hoped he was one of the rabblerousers from yesterday. If the man was a victim of his own idiocy then he didn't have to feel sorry for the mangled lunkhead.

Badd turned his face to the wall, taking a moment away from paranoia to gaze up at the ivy and the free sky above it. It'd work out. And if it didn't then he'd die and that was sort of all right too.

[Byrne, darling,

[tasteoftruth]

Badd flinched and hit the wall when the familiar finger snapped out at him