Night 57: Walk-in Refrigerator

[ninelivesonce]

[from here]The cold storage was, as usual, cold. Taura stopped to make herself a second snack: several kinds of what looked like vat-meat from how even the loaves were, wrapped around some sliced cheese, like a sandwich with lighter meat substituting for the bread around the darker. She held it in her mouth as she grabbed a box of fudge ripple

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[vsyourface]

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Once again thankful for his coat, Scott hurried over to the corner of the room, keeping an ear on Indy and Peter's conversation (as well as any illicit sniggers) as he felt around for the secret panel.

"Like no one's ever tripped on a banana peel mrrfgnfrmble..." Scott grumbled to himself.

[its_the_mileage]

Indy thought back. The only note that'd been addressed to him was Pilgrim's not-so-coded message about "West Farthing," but he'd read a number of others, and he thought he remembered one in Peter's handwriting-- "This morning?" he asked quietly. "Didn't you ask who knew you? If there was another one after it, I missed it." Come to think of it, that one had been unusual; it'd had long strings of responses, none of which he'd read. Actually, he hadn't answered, either. Indy was confident Peter knew he knew him.

The teenage drama was beyond him, if he was honest, but it was clearly important to Peter. "Everything all right?" Indy asked, still keeping his voice down.

There was no time for an answer before a scream from behind them sent Indy whirling around--only to see Pilgrim flailing around over the banana peel. Of course he would slip on the banana peel. Face perfectly straight, Indy ordered, "Quit monkeying around, kid; we've got places to go." It was the obvious line, but they could worry about subtlety in the morning. For now, he

[vsyourface]

Scott's ears burned at Indy's perfectly-timed deadpan remark. "Hey at least I'm not the one who almost 'monkeyed around' with Willie," he said (half-squeaked) through grit teeth. "'Primitive sexual practices' my butt rzfrzuhmrm..."

Thankfully, Peter took the reins of the conversation after that, and S.T. took the lead in heading into the ballroom. That left Scott more time to just listen to Peter's explanation and Indy's reaction. It also meant he didn't have to be the first one down the ladder in the event the fire-breathing monster returned. Sorry, S.T. - you make way better monster bait than me. There's more meat on your bones.

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