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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[toxicspiderman]

[from here]

The main hall looked like an expressionist painting made out of roadkill. Seriously bad juju. The mood lighting didn't help, and the stench was overwhelming.

"'Scuse me." S.T. leaned over and threw up in an empty corner of the hall. That only made the smell worse, but at least it was over with. He wiped his mouth on the back of his arm and turned back to Raphael.

"See anyone you know? This is the usual meet-up spot." Peter was there, with a girl, which was either his clone or a massive reversal in his fortunes. Packs of kids -- there were more of them every night.

[meanandgreen]

Way to add to the stink, Raph thought, mostly ignoring S.T.'s retching as he entered from the other hallway. This was one of those moments he was actually glad he grew up in a sewer. If he had any manners he would've asked if he was all right, but he was too absorbed in studying the faces passing through the room. None of them looked like his brothers, turtle or no, and being out in a crowd full of people without a brother in sight was making him even cagier than he was before.

Human. They were all human. What the shell was he gonna do now?

Punching the wall seemed like a good first option. "I hate this!" If his brain wasn't clouded with rage it might have hurt, but anger had a funny way of making him numb. He turned back to Sangamon, a crazed look burning in his eyes. "And I'm done playin' these games!"

So maybe the whole "stay focused and keep a cool head" thing wasn't his strong suit, but there was only so much frustration a turtle could take.

[toxicspiderman]

Anger management issue cleanup on Aisle 1-West, please. "Fine. You want to run out there and get yourself killed, go right ahead."

There was only so much you could do to save people from themselves. Especially when whiny (and suspiciously hairy) damsels in distress were lined up around every corner. "I'm going upstairs to drag people out of torture chambers. You can help, or you can see how one man can get around here without backup. Your call."

He fished a couple of aspirin out of the toolkit he was carrying to give Raphael a little time to either curse him out, punch him in the face, or calm down. One of his maps was tucked under the bottles, and he pulled it out too. "But you might want this," he added, waving the paper like a flag.

[meanandgreen]

Unfortunately, Raph's temper tantrum was far from over. Barely an hour into this mess and he was about ready to tear his own skin off - Stupid boots, stupid shirt, stupid five-fingered hands! - But as much as he wanted to peel it off like some bad Halloween costume, he couldn't. Far as he knew, he was stuck like this for the unforeseeable future. So he did the next best thing. The clothes had to go

[toxicspiderman]

Information. It got people every time. People worth talking to, which was most of the ones that mattered. Raphael wasn't running away. He was stripping, which would have been weirder in the times B.S. Before Spider, that was. Naked angry men were just part of the deal here

[meanandgreen]

"You don't think I know that?" Raph snapped, studying the map as quick as he could. "I know what a torture chamber is." He's been in one. Plenty of times.

He glowered up at Sangamon over the piece of paper. Finally, he knew exactly what he was gonna do next. "So what the heck're we standin' around here for?"

That's about as close to an agreement as S.T. was gonna get.

[toxicspiderman]

"Bingo."

S.T. hit the stairs.

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