Night 59: Main Hallway 2-West

[fourstonewalls]

[from here]The upper hallway was empty, at least at this end, though Lana could hear something skittering around. She checked her pocket -- ran her fingertips along the grip of the gun in the breast pocket of her jacket, but she didn't take it out. It hadn't done them much good last night, had it

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[toxicspiderman]

[from here]

The hallway was clear. No dead vermin, just a couple of women chit-chatting away and more powder-pink mood lighting everywhere. Looked like an actual hospital or dorm, if a little beat-up.

Looks could be deceiving, around here. Secret identities, hidden passageways, fake deaths, giant robots that looked like a punk had given a construction worker his dye job. Or like the guy they'd just picked up. He wasn't human either, which would give him and Raph something to commiserate on. "I don't know what's up. I started out human." Even the shit they'd shot him up with didn't change that. "You sense something?"

[wantsyourzex]

Well, one of the humans didn't seem very happy with him. That ZEX was used to, from his brief communications with humans during the War, but even then he'd thought it somewhat unwarranted. He'd never wanted to hurt them! Things had just transpired so that he had no choice in the matter. Understandable, if unfortunate

[meanandgreen]

Who the heck cared about names? There was bigger things going on here! Raph trotted in front of the group, stopping short and demanding attention.

"Whoa, whoa. Wait just one freakin' second, here!" He pointed at ZEX. "You're tellin' me you ain't human either?"

He had a feeling he wasn't the only one, but he had to play it safe. Never know who's gonna turn out to be an enemy. Not that it made this guy any more trustworthy. He's known plenty of mutants and aliens that were even bigger pains in the shell than humans could be.

He eyed both men critically, ready to spring into action if he had to. Human or no, now that he was getting the hang of this new body thing, he could take these guys with one hand tied behind his back.

[toxicspiderman]

"Sangamon Taylor," S.T. said, and then got out of the way. There were a lot of things he could have said, like pointing out that normal here was about as constant as the surface of the Charles in a thunderstorm.  Whitecaps and shit in equal measures, but only consitent in tis turbulence.

Nah, the sooner Zex and Raph could have their little green slime heart-analog-to-heart the better.  Waking up here was disorienting enough for anyone who hadn't been ripped out of a future gonzojournalism Timothy Leary/Hunter S. Thompson crossover porno mag, and even Spider had had a few moments of looking confused before he found where the transporter beams had dumped his smartass expression.

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