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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[scalyfishman]

[from here]

Scott was already at the corner with the secret entrance- not too badly off for that trip-up he'd spotted back in the kitchen, Depth Charge noted. Primus, that had looked like something out of a bad comedy skit. What were they thinking, trying to have a serious fight between the six of them? Maybe they weren't thinking at all- which, actually, was a far more soothing thought than the idea they'd all planned this out in intense detail. He was a manta ray, after all. He was designed to go with the flow.

He glanced back to S.T. and Dent for a brief headcount- hey, you never knew- as he made his way over to way for the passage to open up for them.

"Hey, I'm leaving that to you," he answered with a grin. "If I tried to make myself a drink here I'd probably end up chugging cheap gasoline." Which would have been pretty pathetic even if he was still Cybertronian. That stuff was for bums.

[unheroed]

Oh god, Sangamon and Depth Charge (Harvey really needed to come up with some sort of disparaging nickname for him) were talking about those dinosaur things that they'd apparently been attacked by. That meant that Sangamon believed the guy's crazy robot story for some reason. Maybe he'd been given proof or maybe he hadn't, but Harvey wasn't playing along unless he saw it with his own eyes.

Which he sincerely hoped never happened.

Scott proved all of those cartoons correct by almost slipping on the damn banana peel, and while Harvey was quietly amused, the two of them were too far from each other to make laughing out loud worth it.

Instead, he focused on what Sangamon had said about a possible bar opening up, since that was much preferable to trying to wrap his head around the whole robot thing. (The guy was talking about drinking gasoline.) "A bar, huh..." Well, that was one way for someone to spend their time. Tifa seemed like a girl he could get along with, seeing how she was willing to brave zombies for the sake of a good

[toxicspiderman]

If they stuck around here any longer, Aguilar was going to have more than a set of would-be escapees to worry about. The room was heating up with so many bodies in it. Simple thermodynamics. A few more and the odds of food poisoning for the senior set skyrocketed.

Not that he'd turn down the good stuff. Some things were worth risking a little projectile vomiting for.

Peter was still trying to explain without sounding crazy and/or his age, so as soon as Scott fumbled the floor open, S.T. pushed past them. He walked through the hole in the tile, snapping his flashlight on for the first time.

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