Night 55: Main Hallway 2-East

[lovecrafty]

> Gamzee: Ascend stairsMore corridors, these lit by more faint moonlight rather than assorted unintelligent battery-powered devices. (First thing on the agenda -- alchemize some glow-in-the dark accessories. Hands-free illumination and fashion statement all in one. They were probably stuck with the outdated motif, but a little judicious

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[yin_yang_fox]

[from here]

"Nothing's impossible as a possibility," she spoke of Morgan's friends, "but it is impossible as a fact as of yet, to leave under our own power. There's been many that I would have thought could have walked out, and taken this place down in their wake." She continued walking forward. "Yet this place still stands." And the only ones that disappeared could not be seen as something good.

To go home, like Orihime had thought? Or to just be done away with. To be tossed aside, as something worthless, or be reset to start again. There had been too many cases to consider for Renamon to accept that innocent theory. She would never deny it, ruin that image of Orihime's memory, but she could not accept that peaceful outcome as what was fact. Not after everything.

[fangirlfatale]

"Well, the day is coming," was Morgan's grim reply. But the more she heard, the more obvious it was that it would take more than being hole-proof to make it out of here for good. This should probably be the part of the story when Guybrush ventured out into the barely-explored depths of the murky swamp (or Melee Island, whichever) to get voodoo-type help from the Voodoo Lady, but if there was a likely-looking swamp around here, Morgan hadn't seen it. They were on their own, and somehow, that thought wasn't as bracing as it usually was.

For now, she was just going to focus on the current job: getting to that file room. Keeping pace with Renamon, she turned the corner.

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