Night 59: Main Hallway, 1-West

[doneinthree]

[from here]

Kirk ran into the main hallway and found nothing there except more pink light coating everything. His gut feeling said that if something was happening, it should've happened already, but he was a loss to explain what was going on. The system (if he could call it that, vague as it was to describe the whole Landel's torture/

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[sheepwood]

[From here.]

... Or so he'd thought, until he reached the more populated hallways, which this night were occupied by not only patients, but an unusual amount of chaos and catastrophe.

The first sign Guybrush had that something was amiss was as he passed the ladies' quarters: the floor was littered with ice, corpses of monstrous animals lined the wall, and a trail of bloody prints led toward the main hallway, all illuminated by the pink glow of the walls. It wasn't the first time he'd seen creatures in the halls leading to the patient rooms, but to see so many at once couldn't have been more foreboding.

He paused for a moment as he entered the main hallway, hearing the sound of singing from somewhere in the pink-hued darkness. More corpses decorated every inch of space. What was the line? Right- "I've got a bad feeling about this." He then picked up the pace as he stepped around what looked like a squashed dog, deciding time was suddenly an issue.

[To here.]

[sheepwood]

[And back from here.]

"Okay," Guybrush said to himself, trying to unrattle his nerves after his second crossing through the Hallway of Unspeakable Terrors, "if I were Javert and I wandered into what is most likely the deadliest night Landel's has ever seen, where would I go?"

• I have all the powers of an inspector again! Time to go solving crime and catching bad guys!
• Monsters everywhere? Not on my watch! Protecting the innocent is my job!
• With all these monsters everywhere, I'll be the bathrooms are empty. Finally, some privacy!

"Disciplinary corridor to rescue those undergoing sleep studies!" Guybrush concluded. "Javert seems like the type who doesn't alter his schedule too much."

With that, he tore across the corridor, heading for the stairs. The longer Javert was alone, the more dangerous the situation became in both reality and in Guybrush's mind.

[unmocked_lawr]

[from here]

The main hall had been comparatively quiet when he had passed through it first; now it seemed a veritable battlefield in comparison. The walls and floor were littered with the remains of various creatures--dogs, bats, spiders--and judging from the arcs of light flashing occasionally through the soft pink, the other patients were more than well-equipped to deal with anything that might strike next.

So that was what it was.

"A return of powers," Javert murmured to Ema. "Or something that seems like it. Come; I've no particular desire to get caught in the crossfire--"

He paused. That tall, gangly figure running for the stairs was unmistakable. Had they arranged a place to meet to night? He couldn't recall.

"Threepwood!" he shouted, increasing his pace. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

[scientist_skye]

Ema shouldn't have been surprised that Mr. Javert knew who she was speaking of. He was an investigator and a smart man; of course he'd have figured it out. "Yeah," she mumbled in reply, taking a deep breath to quell a whole slew of unpleasant emotions. "I hardly knew him at all, actually. But he worked with my sister, and he..." No, now wasn't the time for this. not when they were moving in the dark through monster-infested hallways. With a firm shake of her head, she cut off that line of conversation. "I'll talk to you about him tomorrow. She should worry about tonight, for now." If nothing else, it'd give her time to figure her own emotions out

[sheepwood]

Guybrush skidded to a halt upon hearing his name- his graceful turn on his heel was ruined as his blood-slicked boot slipped on the floor, sending him to the ground with an oof. It was a good thing his amazing powers of inventory compression were working again, holding everything in his pants comfortably as he hit the ground. That fall would have been a lot more painful with a sword stuck in his leg, a jar of suckers shoved under his kneecap, and a shovel rammed somewhere unmentionable for a family-friendly environment

[unmocked_lawr]

Guybrush reacted predictably, or as predictably as possible considering the blood slicking the halls. Javert supposed he ought to be grateful the man even kept showing up to Search and Rescue missions, but it was difficult given the circumstances.

He frowned slightly--yes, the man had mentioned something about special trousers before, hadn't he? Sometime during one of his myriad ramblings. He probably should have paid more attention, but it had been difficult to filter for "trousers" considering the man's tendency to veer off all too happily onto the subject of his darling wife. Not that he'd particularly wanted to filter for "trousers" at the time.

He was getting off course himself.

"It doesn't look like it'll get any better," he said. "Threepwood, this is Mlle. Ema Skye. She'll be accompanying us tonight. Mlle. Skye, Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate, or so he claims."

With the introductions done, he turned for the stairs. It would be easy enough to talk while they were walking.

[unmocked_lawr]

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