Night 56: Main Hallway, 1-West

[poorexample]

[From here.]He had reached the meeting point in less than a few minutes and there was still not another patient to be seen. Castiel paused, standing near the wall as he moved his flashlight up and down the corridor. There was nothing, not the sound of a shadow slipping through the dark; not the whisper of something less than human

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[fangirlfatale]

[from here]

There were only a few people in the main hall, and they all looked like regular prisoners. Morgan didn't bother with more than a quick glance at them. She was just opening her mouth to ask Guybrush whether he'd found anything worthwhile in the antique shop when his radio crackled to life.

"Oh my God," she said when the broadcast shut off. "Was that Landel? Actually talking about helping people get out of here?" No way. LeChuck was a master of that no-really-I'm-just-a-normal-swashbuckler-like-you routine too, and Morgan didn't buy it any more from a kidnapper than she did from a murderous voodoo-soaked undead pirate with poor personal hygiene.

Morgan stalked ahead, scowling at the darkness in front of them like she expected Landel to step right out of it. "He must think we're idiots."

[sheepwood]

Guybrush quickly discovered that trying to thumb through files while following Morgan was not going to work, especially while juggling a flashlight, a sword, and a radio. Luckily, said radio came to life, giving him a reason to stop and adjust his inventory. He strapped the radio to his sash, stuck the sword through one of the loopholes in the underwear, and tucked the files into the waistband of his pants. As much as he wanted to read all the useless information they held for himself, it wasn't exactly practical at that moment. Once they had escaped and had some actual light, maybe, but they could wait for the time being. It wasn't as though LeChuck and his beard were getting any more gone.

While adjusting his assortment of items, Guybrush kept an ear on the radio, occasionally pausing out of pure disbelief over what was being said. Wait, Landel helping people? And working for What's-His-Name on the other end? Surely this wasn't the same crazy doctor De Landel and his brainwashing team of terror

[fangirlfatale]

Morgan wasn't so sure about that whole "limit" thing. "Remember the first night I was here, when every door we opened took us somewhere even more useless? My roommate claims her group ended up on another planet and still got dragged back in time for breakfast." Okay, she wasn't so sure about that either, but point taken: it was tough to Escape from Landel's Institute™ on foot.

"We need to pay attention and figure out how they're knocking us out," she ordered. "It always seems like I just lose consciousness, but it's not like someone's coming up behind me and whacking me on the head. If it's like that gas from the other morning, maybe we can figure out a way to stop it.

"And...a grog on the way wouldn't be bad either."

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