Nightshift 41: Janitor's Closet
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Eureka!
This closet, small and cramped as it was, was a veritable data cache of supplies and materials! A practical Au mine! Industrial-strength chemical cleaners in non-Euclidean containers! Buckets of varying sizes, concentrically stacked! Cylindrical lights! Bulbed lights! A hand truck! Duct tape. Sho felt like a little boy in a ( Read more... )
Eureka!
This closet, small and cramped as it was, was a veritable data cache of supplies and materials! A practical Au mine! Industrial-strength chemical cleaners in non-Euclidean containers! Buckets of varying sizes, concentrically stacked! Cylindrical lights! Bulbed lights! A hand truck! Duct tape. Sho felt like a little boy in a ( Read more... )
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Some other patients had been entering the hall right as he got into the room, so Harvey was glad that he had made the effort to rush here. It was difficult for him to know whether or not whoever had broken down the door had taken anything, seeing how the place was a mess, but...
All he needed was something (or maybe more than one thing) that would work as a good enough weapon to deal with Batman and maybe also a monster, if he ever actually had to worry about that.
Using his flashlight, the man started to search around the room, rifling through the piles of random assorted materials. He found a few things that might work, but the brooms and the mops seemed too unwieldy, the plunger was just ridiculous, and the box cutters were small and probably useless when it really came down to it.
Finally, he found one of the metal pipes that Jason had specifically mentioned. It was about two feet long, meaning he would have to get close (but not too close) to hurt something. Not nearly as satisfying or as safe as a gun, but it ( ... )
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Suzaku examined this room just as intently with his flashlight as he stepped through the door. Even though a couple patients had already been in here, you just never knew, and he wasn't planning on risking anything. There didn't seem to be any immediate danger, however, so he turned his attention to the actual contents of the room. And sighed a little -- it looked like it had been thoroughly looted. They didn't have the best chance of getting a decent inventory of what was here, but -- well, that was up to Lelouch.
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The closet was a mess. A mess and somehow more empty than she had seen it. The Digimon frowned, glancing over the remains. There wasn't much to see. A few smaller things, a few stranger things, and what looked like nothing useful. She sighed, and leaned down carefully to shift through what remained on the floor. Some sharp bolt of pain laced her shoulder, and Renamon carefully froze the limb as not to make it worse.
Her opposite hand caught on something, and she pulled it free. At least something good would come from this. "Not a sword, but perhaps something that you can find useful," she said, holding up the three-foot pipe. A smaller one, by about a foot, was near where she had plucked the other.
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"That's way better than nothing for now, that's for sure," said Utena, nodding toward Renamon as she took the pipe. She turned away from the girl and held the pipe out in front of her, testing its weight. She swung it down through the air a few times before turning back. "Yeah, that'll work fine. Not too heavy, but not too flimsy." She cocked her head toward the smaller pipe and reached down. "Maybe I should grab that one too just in case. I'm going to need metal at some point once they get around to making a sword for me. Unless you want it for something?"
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It was a little tricky keeping the three items together. For the time being, she kept the longer pipe ready in her right hand, her flashlight in her left, and the shorter pipe under her left arm supported by her thumb. Taking another look around the room, she spotted a nearly empty box of garbage bags. Grabbing one with her right hand and stuffing it into her pocket as best she should, she answered, "I didn't have anything in mind after getting a weapon, no. We can go wherever you want." She wondered why Renamon had become quieter when speaking about the file room. "What do you need to check in there?"
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In and out, as quick as possible. That was the plan, anyway. All Depth Charge needed to do was find a flashlight so he could get a better look at those cabinets- though he couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at the prospect. Records were for the archivists, not the fighters.
The room was a slagging mess when he opened the door, something that became painfully apparent the nanoklik he stepped in and stubbed his toes on something heavy on the floor. Someone had already given the room a real going over, no mistaking that. He couldn't help but feel it was all to make his job just that little bit more difficult. After a thorough rummage through what was left (no mean feat in the dark) he managed to pick out a flashlight that worked. Small miracles, huh?
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That the door was hanging open wasn’t a surprise, and even seeing that the room in shambles wasn’t much of one, either.
He’d already been to this area enough times to be able to find his way around without providing himself with a little light, and the mess didn’t change that. After all, most of the stuff had already been ripped off, so there wasn’t a lot to trip over. He had to wonder what someone would do with half the stuff that was missing, though. Like the hand truck. Not too many places to hide a thing like that if the intention was to keep it. Were the staff manipulated that badly that they wouldn’t notice it in someone’s room ( ... )
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