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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Time warping in at a later time; the girls got out of the patient blocks late.

[roseoverture]

[From here]

Utena gingerly opened the door, sweeping the area ahead of them with her flashlight. Looked like some kind of reception area. There was something written on the white board, but she couldn't read it clearly from the doorway.

"Still no one," she commented, swallowing a dry lump in her throat as they moved in.

[madeinthehrl]

There didn't seem to be anything lying in wait here. Soma's quantum brainwaves couldn't pick up on anything about to strike, and Marie's senses hadn't twigged yet either. Still, that wasn't any reason to stop being cautious. She moved slowly into the dark, and as she did, her flashlight fell upon the whiteboard.

Are you a good patient?

Soma's mouth hardened into a thin line. That brought up more memories than she cared to remember. "There's a hallway leading further back," she said aloud, gesturing with the flashlight. "If there's anyone being kept here, they'd probably be down there."

[roseoverture]

Utena's step hitched when Soma illuminated the white board. After a moment of confusion and re-reading, however, she wasn't sure whether she ought to be scared or just roll her eyes. The suddenness of a message like "Are you a good patient?" sure did the job of making her feel nervous. But when she really thought about it and rolled the message around in her brain, she felt like Aguilar was just being cheap here. It was kind of on the level of someone jumping out of a dark corner and going "Boogeda-boogeda!"

She didn't notice Soma's apprehension. Instead, Utena mostly just tried to suppress her own as they moved out into the halls of the wing.

[To here]

[mirthfulness]

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The troll blinked at the message on the board, glancing down to the smiley. That wouldn't do.

Before moving on, Gamzee made his way around to the desk, pulling out drawers until he found what he was looking for - pens, and some of which might be able to be used on the board (not that he knew which type was which). After trying out a couple with no results, he finally managed to add a clown nose to the rather plain looking smile. There. Much better.

He then returned all the pens to where he'd found them, only to snatch several suckers from the jar on the desk and stuff them into his pockets before moving on.

> ==>

[mirthfulness]

> ==>

Gamzee nearly ran straight into the desk as he came to a hard stop out of the main hall. Then he nearly tipped himself over as he managed to avoid it. Then he nearly collided with the wall on the far end.

Successfully stopped and giggling from the thrill of it, the young troll was too excited to be bothered by how cold it was starting to become, or the way his breath was now coming out in visible puffs in reflection of it.

Instead, he turned the vehicle awkwardly and rode it carefully out to the main hall.

> ==>

[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.]

[rolling_go]

[From here]Ippo took in the room with his flashlight before entering physically. The only things that greeted him were the wavering shapes of shadows and the distant murmurings of other patients, or inner voices (the latter depending on how paranoid he felt at any given moment