Night 57: Front Desk (Medical Wing)

[purpletaint]

[from here]Unsurprisingly, the door opened with a twist of the handle and little pressure. The interior hidden behind a door long since locked--if they were to believe the blow-hard of a commander who had taken control--was quite large, dwarfing the sun room in comparison. Enclaves and doorways crept away from them, and Albedo was idly curious--

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[unmocked_lawr]

[from here]

The room in which Javert found himself was baffling at first; he had expected rows of beds and perhaps some unfamiliar medical equipment. A few passes of the flashlight: no, it was a large waiting area of some sort.

There were enough nooks and crannies here to hide a veritable army of creatures, and he halted just inside the door, waiting to see if he could spot any signs of movement.

[sheepwood]

Sidestepping Javert into what he hoped was the medical wing (the fact that the door was open was a good sign), Guybrush found himself a little disappointed. He'd expected something else- guards, mummy-like patients in bandages, a little sign conveniently pointing them in the direction of the infirmary- but it looked like a secondary lobby, complete with a front desk. Shining his flashlight over said desk as he approached it revealed little: some 'hand sanitizer' (but alas, nothing for hooks), some long-dead flowers, a crusty calendar, and a jar of lollipops. With his sweetheart gone, he could think of no one else who might appreciate some dried-up flowers; Elaine preferred her bouquets alive

[unmocked_lawr]

A mere short month ago, Javert would never have dreamed of taking the lollipops in question. Now, the former inspector recognized a bargaining chip when he saw it. It was a pity Threepwood had beaten him to the entire jar, but then, he reasoned, there would probably be a fresh supply the next night. Probably he would never have needed to use them--he and Badd had appeared to reach some sort of truce, if not quite an understanding--but they might have come in handy at some point.

There was nothing else of interest here, pathetically threatening message aside, and Javert turned his attention to the hallways beyond. "There are more rooms past here. Perhaps one of them contains what we're looking for."

[sheepwood]

"Keep going. Can do." With a nod, Guybrush led the way through the medical wing, giving his flashlight another knock to bring the beam to life.

[To here.]