Night 42: Sun Room

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[from here]Given her general knowledge of how most barracks were laid out, Teresa was not expecting to see a very large common room with couches and what appeared to be a second level above her head. Moonlight filtered in and it gave the hybrid a sense that this room was more suited to an inn instead of a barracks of hospital

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[euphemise]

The princess breathed a quiet sigh of relief at seeing the moonlight through the windows. It was good to finally be in a room with a little light that wasn't her flashlight. More than that, this room felt a little more like something she would have seen back home, and a small smile came over her face. She ran her flashlight along the walls to add a little more illumination, then turned to Teresa and nodded. "It does," she said, "and that's probably a good thing. The rooms along the sides might prove to be really useful."

What was that square thing? It didn't look like a computerized map, but... Euphemia walked up to it anyway, squinting at as she did. She pouted a little once she was close enough to it. "It looks like the board here is where notices are usually posted, but...I think someone took everything down. Or at least I can't make out anything useful." That was a shame. She'd really been hoping for a map.

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Following Euphy over to the board, Teresa briefly looked it over. She was rather glad she'd been taught to read before she'd been sold to the Organization. If she hadn't, she never would have learned to do so; the Organization did not feel the need to educate their weapons in anything other than the ways of war against the youma and the so-called 'Voracious Eaters'.

Voracious Eaters. What a joke.

"Hmph. That is a shame," Teresa replied before turning away from the board as it was no longer of any interest to her. "Where do you wish to head from here? It appears we will have to navigate on our own merits."

[damned_monsters]

The Sun Room was an eerie place at night, no sunlight to speak of to fill the large room. The vaulting ceiling was dark, the cheerful plants withered, the comforting furniture shrouded in shadow.

From high above in the murky darkness a sound could be heard. A leathery sound. Wings beating the air as something - or somethings - began to stir. The beam of a flashlight might reveal reddened eyes, high above bur drawing downwards.

The bats were hungry.

(Fey)

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"Let's see what's in the other rooms," she said, and then paused. "Did you hear that?" Euphemia looked up, pointing her flashlight in the direction of the noise she was sure she had just heard.

What was that? She had no idea, and wasn't entirely sure she wanted to know. She stepped behind Teresa, unsure of what to do. She wasn't a fighter, and she didn't really want to do so if she could help it.