Nightshift 47: Janitor's Closet

[fuzzy_diablo]

[ BAMF!]

Kurt stumbled a little as he arrived in the closet in a puff of sulfuric smoke. While he was elated that he'd made it and was putting his teleportation to good use, his head was also swimming from what felt like being forcibly squeezed through the alternate universe he passed through whenever he teleported. After steadying himself on a

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[fuzzy_diablo]

[ Bamfing back to here with the equipment!]

[sewenteen_sir]

(( From here.))

Chekov pushed the door open, clicking on his flashlight again and aiming it at various spots in the room. Closet--a closet that looked very much like the storage area they'd just been in. If they were all like this, Chekov had to wonder how efficient it was to keep the same sorts of things in three different places. It would be convenient... if they all weren't located in the same general vicinity.

He began noting things down as he saw them, frowning a little when he noticed some disturbed supplies on the floor. He'd had to open the door himself, so what had caused those things to move...?

Tucking the map away again, he cast his light over the room again. The beam fell on the door at the back, though Chekov found himself hesitant to go in there and potentially trap themselves by putting an attacker between the door and himself and the Captain.

"Zat should be ze other storage area," Chekov said warily after confirming that that's where the door should have led.

[doneinthree]

Kirk eyed the broken lock as he stepped in after Chekov, noting that it was rusted and loose in comparison to the doorknob downstairs, which was a small comfort to his manly ego. This didn't make Chekov's feat any less commendable, however, and Kirk found himself once again glad that if he had to be stuck in this prison with anyone, it was with a Starfleet officer who still knew the value of physical force. "Excellent work, ensign," he commented with a grin.

It did look rather familiar here - or at least, haphazard organization had a way of making one mess look the same as another. As before, the available space was just narrow enough to permit to two men to search around, but it was easy to get a sense of their available resources within a minute

[doneinthree]

[from here]

"Or something that could pass as a weapon, anyway," Kirk amended as he looked over the janitor's closet for a second time. Now was not the time to be picky - anything they had on hand was better than nothing at all. Quite possibly he would've been killed on the Recreational Field if Bill hadn't thought to bring his flashlight.

A broom, then. No points for style, but the wooden handle packed a decent amount of hurt, and looked sturdier than a pool-cue, which Kirk had used several times before in a pinch. He tied his bag of goods to the broom-end of it to allow himself to carry his flashlight in the other hand.

"Maybe you should grab something too," he remarked, glancing back at Chekov. "You never know what we might encounter next."