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Nightshift 27: Men's Bathrooms (M81-M120)

Oct 10, 2007 22:01

[from here]

As he opened the door, Dib cried out in disgust. "Eugh! It REEKS!" Clamping his nose with his free hand, Dib scanned the place with the flashlight. The light wasn't as strong as Dib would have liked, but he could still see the rusty sinks and stalls. "I think it's safe to say we're in a bathroom," Dib remarked sheepishly, his voice ( Read more... )

zelgadis, dib, crowley

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accursed_rock October 11 2007, 18:10:34 UTC

Zelgadis stepped into the room behind Dib. It was an odd place-- metal cubicles on one side, plaster basins on the other. The whole place smelled of decay, which was quickly explained when Dib turned the handle on top of one of the white basins-- blood, red and thick, rushed out.

What kind of place was this?

Zelgadis ignored the ranting of Dib, most of which he didn't understand anyway, and stepped towards the basin. Slowly draining, but still pooled in the basin, was the blood. He watched it drain for a moment, then ripped a piece of his shirt off and placed dipped it in the blood.

It didn't seem acidic-- the shirt absorbed it well enough, but where was it coming from?

swollenmothman October 12 2007, 06:00:44 UTC

It took Dib a bit to realize that his apathetic companion had followed him; he was too busy documenting what could be the paranormal phenomenon of the decade - no, the century! "Now, to test out the toilets to see if they bleed too." He made a swift turn to head towards one of the cubicles when he finally noticed Zelgadis, who, for some weird reason, ripped out a piece of shirt and dipped in the sink.

"Ehh," Dib started, raising an eyebrow in confusion, "why exactly did you just... do that?"

accursed_rock October 12 2007, 06:05:52 UTC

Zelgadis ignored him and instead pressed a finger to the blood, gently licking the tip of his finger.

Yes, it had that same metallic taste. It was most definitely blood.

He saw that Dib looked towards the cubicles and decided to discover what was inside. Opening the metal door, he saw a round white seat-shaped item on the floor. It too had a basin of blood in it.

"Yes. This is blood. Definitely blood."

And now to decide what this new found information required. Should he get the hell out of here?

Probably.

swollenmothman October 12 2007, 06:53:24 UTC

"Interesting," Dib remarked as he jotted down some more notes about the strange abundance of blood. "Man, if I had my camera with me I could take a bunch of photos too. Hey wait!" His eyes lit up with an idea. "Can I have your bloody cloth piece? Once we get out of here I'd like to have some of my colleagues do some tests to it. I can't do any of them myself. I'm not an expert on blood-sucking creatures; I'm more of a extraterrestrial specialist." A pause, then, "That's aliens, in case you didn't know."

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tendencytohiss October 14 2007, 13:26:53 UTC

Crowley edged his way into the bathroom, taking care to check the darkened, shadowy corners behind him as he moved into the room. He'd pass the instinct off as something hell had taught him, but really, old horror movies worked far better as a survival resource ( ... )

damned_monsters October 14 2007, 14:51:46 UTC

Crowley should have been watching his own back. The blood drew all sorts of creatures and where there were four leeches, there were bound to be more. The sluglike monsters crept along the tile toward him, the fresh blood far more enticing than the stuff pooling in the toilets and sinks. One leech pulled itself along the ground, mouth open and aiming for whatever flesh was closest, hoping for an unguarded ankle for foot. The other was on the ceiling, thick droplets of mucus dripping down onto the fallen angel's shoulder being his only warning that it was about to attack.

[Kaze]

tendencytohiss October 14 2007, 15:10:50 UTC

Something fell onto his shoulder, something thick and slimy and utterly disgusting. Glancing up, Crowley saw a...something on the ceiling, coiled mass of slug monster, maw open. There were more on the floor behind him (it was always the shadowy corners) and he flung himself away from them, nearly bumping into the other two people as he muttered a word you would not find in any of the languages of earth.

Monsters crowded in on them and all he had was a dull butter knife! He needed a weapon, anything -

Dizziness swamped his head, and his vision blurred. It took precious seconds to clear, but when it had, the dim light in the bathroom glinted off the sharp edge of the knife.

Well, it was something. This blessed place hadn't managed to seal off all his powers.