Night 49: M81-M90 Hallway

[sheepwood]

[M85]All right! One pair of sweats and two pairs of underpants later, and Guybrush had an ingenious way to carry everything he needed. "Just one more thing," he said to himself as he wrapped the pants-sash over his shoulder like a beauty pageant winner. Grabbing his beloved shovel, he carefully slid the long handle through the loops provided by

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[timeleaper]

It had been a mostly uneventful day for Ronixis, although catching up with Guy had been a pleasant way to spend some of the time. Nothing could beat the sheer sense of relief that he'd felt upon arriving back at the Institute with no mishaps. No walking dead at least, although the storm was a little disconcerting. Almost as disconcerting as being relieved to be back but ah, warm clothes and a hot meal was better than being stuck in the town while zombies tried to eat them.

He'd ended up falling asleep as soon as he arrived in his room. He really was getting too old for this.

Still, there was no sense moping around in the room all night and he didn't plan to spend another night fast asleep and missing everything. It might have been a little late when he woke up, but he still hauled himself out of bed and headed to the door.

[timeleaper]

[To here]

[voodooanonymous]

[pretending this happened before Ronixis woke up]

LeChuck was considering waking his sleeping roommate, who was unlikely to be more helpful than the other man LeChuck had talked to, when that doctor came back on yet again - this was going to get real annoying, real fast.

The message was different this time, though, and not just because the system seemed to have broke. It sounded more like some ominous but vague villainous gloating, not a doctor talking to patients.

"That was... unexpected."

Of course, even more interesting was that LeChuck, reaching for the bed and wondering if he should really allow himself to sleep, found a hefty flashlight tucked under the pillow. More interesting still was the fact that the door unlocked a moment later.

Cautious of some kind of trap but wanting out of this suffocating hospital if possible, he took the light, and stepped out into the hall.

[sheepwood]

As Guybrush's door closed behind him with a solid click, another door two rooms down did the same. He casually glanced at the other door, still a little suspicious of the entire hallway after the previous night's explosive event. His quick glance led to an immediate double take.

About his height, stocky frame, smug face, and that immaculate beard: there was no way it was anyone but--

"LeChuck!?" Guybrush asked loudly, incredulous. He raised his light, illuminating the other man. "You murderous swine!" His blood boiled as he reached quickly for Javert's sword, readying to plunge it right into the dread pirate's gullet... only to realize he'd left it in the room. Crud.

"What are you doing here?" he asked angrily with a threatening wave of his dulled hook. A bit of his initial hatred dissolved into befuddlement. "And... doing human again?"

[voodooanonymous]

The pirate had barely stepped out and closed his door, when he heard another door closing, and turned his light in that direction.

Almost simultaneously, he dropped his fake demeanor and snarled, "Yarrr, Threepwood! You incompetent lilly-liver!" Although he didn't have a real weapon, he set one foot back and raised the torch, keeping it pointed like a sword at Guybrush.

"How should I know? I just got here, though I'd expect you and your wenches had something to do with it!"

As he took in the other pirate, he realized he was wearing the same grey patient outfit, albeit with some kind of... bizarre sash.

"And what the devil are ye wearing?"

[sheepwood]

"This," Guybrush said irritably, taking hold of his new prize with his hook, "is a sash. I use it to carry things. I'm sure you'd be able to figure that out if you were clever enough to solve your way out of a paper bag." Okay, so his comebacks were a little rusty, but that was hardly the point anymore. The point was LeChuck was here and human.

Wait, maybe it was a good thing he was human. Or maybe he just looked human. That meant he didn't have the Voodoo from La Esponja Grande coursing through him. He definitely sounded like his normal ghost/zombie self, complete with yarrr and ye. Guybrush wasn't going to be tricked again.

He approached LeChuck quickly, ire in him overriding any sense of caution he had. "I know you're behind this. You think you can trick me with that cheap disguise and cheaper clothing, but I know you're here to finish what you started. Well, it'll be a cold day in Heck before you manage to off Guybrush Threepwood, mighty pirate!"

[heraldric]

Keman had been taken. Leon didn't even know what to do. It seemed impossible to rescue people before they were experimented on. The incident with Ashton came to mind. This was infuriating.

Leon peered out his door cautiously, taking in anyone who might already be in the hall. Perhaps it wasn't the best of ideas, and perhaps he should just be resting in his room for the night he has free, but... he just can't get himself to do it. It seemed like such a waste of time, especially when Keman could be having who-knew-what done to him at that moment. There had to be something he could do

M82

[donetakinorders]

One his roommate had disappeared for the night Raph wasted no time in getting together his things to head out himself. Tonight, he'd find a weapon and something to--

He stopped, staring as he found something stashed away in his side of the closet. The sword from the other night, fighting that weird girl and the shadow thing...

"Looks like I got a souvenir," he chuckled, lifting the weapon out and hefting it experimentally. "Finally, somethin' I can use!"

He took a few swings with it, still grinning in satisfaction, before grabbing his flashlight and heading out into the hallways. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.

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M81

[doctorbadtouch]

Muraki woke all at once from a dark and dreamless sleep, disorientation sinking rapidly into dull understanding. It was no surprise to be alive and drained of power. The former being the reason for the latter, he didn't question the providence that had taken him from the flames and renewed him once again. That cursed mechanism... He should be pleased