Nightshift 29: Kitchen

[vintage_brit]

[from here]

Mason stepped into the kitchen, hoping to find a convenient stack of waffles lying around. Or at least a better weapon than his empty whiskey bottle. But nothing really leapt out at him.

... Hopefully nothing was going to literally leap out at him. Mason gulped. He really didn't want to run into any monster-type things

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[accursed_rock]

Zelgadis stepped through the door, shaking the puzzling mechanical torch.

"Any waffles?" He asked.

[vintage_brit]

"No," Mason said, disappointed. "You wanna look in the fridge, or the unmarked rooms?"

[accursed_rock]

"Well, where do they keep the food?"

He asked. What was a fridge, was another question, but he was sick of being rebuffed.

[crimson_handed]

((Coming from here.))

The second the door opened into the kitchen, a fight became apparent. Kimbley paused for half a second as something became clear, fighting a patient, and then his eyes immediately scanned the area for anything that looked like a trap door, or a staircase. Some way down. They were in the kitchen, that much was obvious.

But he didn't see anything. He frowned briefly, shifting away from the door and away from the fight, and glanced toward the three doors on the far side of the room. Maybe one of those was hiding a stairwell.

The telepath would probably know.

[wiz_kid_redfive]

Oh, goodie. More fighting.

That was painfully obvious enough. Dairine itched to get into the fight, but she knew that her size would likely be a disadvantage in a frontal assault. She was currently weaponless, too, except for her flashlight. And to be honest, it made a better torch than a club, durable though it was.

Luckily for her group, the thing that was being fought seemed too focused on its current quarry to notice them. Her eyes darted around the kitchen. She'd never fought with a knife before, but it couldn't be too hard, could it?

Right, first order of business was to get a knife. That is, if she could evade the notice of that creature long enough to do so, anyway.

[bloodysurgeon]

Coming through into the kitchen, (slightly irritated that Schuldig had ignored his question) Akabane was not surprised to see his assumption about the clamor to be correct; there was a fight. A patient was engaged in battle against a large... two-headed beast of some sort. It was quite unlike anything the Jackal had ever seen. And he wanted to fight it, to test his power against it.

Without a weapon, however, any fight of the sort would go badly wrong. But they were in a kitchen, and if he could get his hands on a blade, he would be set. He backed into the shadows, assessing the situation, thinking about where he would most likely find a knife....

And if Akabane couldn't find one, he could always improvise.

[k4t4str0ph4l]

"I wasn't ignoring you, I was getting us here first," Schuldig informed Akabane over his shoulder, eyes fixed on the fight before them. Fortunately, it was much like the fight in the sun room - the participants were too involved in each other to notice anything beyond the immediate threats presenting themselves. "This is the best place to find knives; that there's a fight here is just your bad luck, but you can look around if you like. Kimbley and I are headed for the basement; there's an entrance around here somewhere

[secret_orchard]

[from here]

The kitchen had people in it. Lots of people, and the noxious stench of burning cloth, hair, and flesh. He gagged and stopped short. "My god," he whispered as he raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose.

The kitchen was narrow, and the fighting looked to be concentrated closer to the center of the room. Was that where they were going?

"What do we do now?" he flung back over his shoulder to Citan and TK. He didn't want to attract attention, but the other figures in the room seem to be avoiding the carnage well enough.

[reanalyze]

"We avoid that." Citan recognized that Armand would be useless now. The boy simply didn't have the nature or experience to continue leading them in the face of the fight going on within the room.

"Hang close to the wall, if possible. We need to reach the freezer, I believe. Stay close behind me, Armand, and be as quiet as possible. We'll be alright."

[loyal_soldier]

TK was glad he'd switched off the glowrod before they came in. Whatever that thing attacking other prisoners in here was, he didn't like the odds against them if they provoked the creature. And... Fierfek. He recognized his roommate among those that were holding the thing's attention, throwing something that glowed at the creature. What the hell was that?

He kept in a low stance, trying to keep quiet while remaining ready to fight or run.

[secret_orchard]

Swallowing down bile, Armand stepped back to let Citan lead. There were others with light in the room, so he turned off his too. He still gripped it tightly to use as a weapon if need be. It had a longer reach than his little knife.

There were plenty of shadows to cling to, and it was conforting to be behind Citan, who at least stood taller than he. He clenched his jaws tightly shut to keep quiet. Following, yes.

Armand St. Just was damned good at following. Just ask the Scarlet Pimpernel.

[icy_demise]

[[From here]]

There was already a fight in progress, and he gripped his ice blade in his hand, trying to decide if he could get past the fight or not. The beast seemed distracted, but the kitchen wasn't as large as the sun room.

[stray_shinigami]

[from here]

It was another mess in the kitchen. He wasn't certain if it was normal for there to be a monster in residence there, since he'd never actually been in the room before.

There were so many people already involved with the fight that it would only make things worse to jump in. Besides, it seemed to be at least sort of under control. So instead, Renji chose to take it as a distraction as well. He knew generally where the "refrigerator" was thanks to the updated maps, and he was able to recognize it easily by just glancing.

Again, he ran. Better to get while they were going, just in case that monster decided it was bored and wanted to attack someone else.

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