Night 58: Pantry 1

[doneinthree]

[from here]Momentum carried Kirk forward even as the scene changed: snow gave way to tiled floor and the field to a row of shelves, which they all got to experience intimately as Kirk slammed into Glasses and Wichita, and the two of them slammed into an assortment of soup cans, which tumbled off the shelf and down on their heads. Being the tallest

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[toxicspiderman]

[from here, timeskipped past]

S.T. landed in the pantry, his feet in the middle of a pile of cans and his stomach taking its damn sweet time showing up. It sloshed, when it did. Food was definitely a good idea. Something with less bulk than bran flakes or activated charcoal, but in that vein.

The smell of blood wasn't helping. He shone the flashlight around. There it was. Not much. Maybe someone had splattered an overgrown mosquito somewhere. Not even close to enough to be fatal to a human. He ignored it. He wasn't sure what someone else's blood, especially when it had started to coagulate. Instead, he scratched his hand with the prongs, and it slurped the blood up like a four-toothed gold-plated vampire.

"Here we go." He ignored the really salty stuff in favor of some cookies that were shaped like peanuts just in case the smell wasn't enough. Then he wrestled a box of single-serving yuppie waters down off the high shelf.

He knew what was in Boston tap water. Among other things, his often ill-washed self, back

[36_24_35]

Teleporting never went well with more than two people. Hell, even two could cause serious problems as Tifa's nose knew very well. This time around there was no stocky man-beast to faceplant into, and for that she was grateful. Sprawled in front of Sangamon's feet was not a bad way to go; the cans were hard and bitey, though

[zack_fair]

Zack hadn't been prepared for Sangamon to warp them right then and there, but in the end he wasn't left with much choice. The movement came suddenly and harshly, leaving Zack off-balance when they landed in the room. It wasn't one he'd ever been in before, but it soon became obvious why they'd come here. Mainly because he stumbled and ended up knocking a large jar of pickles off of one of the shelves. It fell to the floor and shattered

[toxicspiderman]

"Did we need to go anywhere?" The floor was just as comfortable as it had been in Tifa's room. Three of them could deal with any overgrown cockroaches. Going back through the Sun Room when they didn't need to seemed like a stupid idea no matter how much S.T. drank

[36_24_35]

Tifa turned her head to Sangamon's strange question. "I can't promise.... it--What... the...?" Heart lodged in her throat and adrenaline jumping through her veins, Tifa took a quick step forward, eager to help the man down, before she realized it wasn't a real person--Or at least not the solid kind of persons. When Sangamon couldn't capture his attention, the young woman wondered if he was even part of the physical realm.

"I'm not drunk enough to be seeing this..." Yet here she was, staring at a naked man who gave no sign of any real clarity as he moved his fingers back and forth intently.

"Is it... an illusion?" Whether or not it was manufactured by the institute or their own alcohol was not the problem. The problem was that if this wasn't just a part of their own imagination, it had the potential of hurting them. "Maybe we should leave..." It may have been a bit cowardice, but Tifa still remembered the last time she had been greeted by a shadow person. None of that conversation needed to be repeated again.

[zack_fair]

Zack didn't really know how the whole issue of keeping items worked. Did they need to be holding onto it for it to count, or was it fine if they were just close to it? Would it all end up in Tifa's room tomorrow evening, or would it be split between them

[toxicspiderman]

"Naah."  S.T. cleared out some more boxes, and waved a hand in front of Spider's face.  No response.  That was surprising even for a fanatic reporter mid-story.  At least he should have told S.T. to fuck off.  "He's a friend.  And he can't see us.  Just don't get too close or you'll be looking at frostbite.  He'd stuck his hand under his other arm as soon as he'd pulled it back.  No harm done, but it had felt like sticking it into a snowbank, except dry.  Air wasn't supposed to suck heat that fast.

S.T. wondered what would happen if he stuck one of the bottles of water in.  Ghost cooler, just add water.  He grabbed a bottle out of the open box, loosened the cap so the plastic wouldn't split if it did freeze, and set it next to Spider's shoulder.

"Too bad he's not here.  He'd eat up Aguilar's doublespeak and shit out nuggets of truth, and love every minute of it."  Not that he'd admit the last part.  The rictus he called a smile did that for him.