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Night 49 - General Storage

May 22, 2010 20:32

[From HERE with the Doctor]

Walking through a door shouldn't feel like he'd just jumped down a couple of stairs.

Next thing he knew, Dean was overbalancing like he'd jumped or something, throwing out a hand to catch himself just in time. Instead of a rocky wall, he hit cold, smooth tile. He then promptly stepped forward and almost tripped over what ( Read more... )

kirk, claude, chekov, lunge, the doctor, dean winchester, l, roxas

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timedork May 23 2010, 14:49:22 UTC

Of all the places the Doctor might have expected to follow an obstacle course of boulders, a storage closet was not one of them.

That, combined with the sudden quiet and the way he and Dean were sent reeling made him think that this wasn't really what that door had physically connected to. As with their arrival in that room with the boulders itself instead of outside where they should have been... it seemed that they must have been again teleported (or something similar ( ... )

theroadsofar May 23 2010, 21:47:49 UTC

"Sure," Dean unzipped his duffel bag and pulled out the folded jacket, handing it over to the Doctor ( ... )

timedork May 24 2010, 04:36:43 UTC

The Doctor accepted his coat back with a word of thanks, glancing around the room once more as he pulled it on. Dean had already started looking through the cabinets, so once the coat was on, he moved to look through some of the boxes laying about.

Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be too much of interest in the boxes, or in the cabinets. There were plenty of medical supplies-first aid kits and the occasional bottle of medicine and the like-but there wasn't much of anything in the way of electronics. There wasn't anything that the Doctor could take apart and use the components of to build something different.

Despite the lack of parts, the Doctor did find a few things that might be useful. He pocketed a roll of gauze, and brightened at the discovery of a stethoscope tucked inside one of the cabinets-his own was missing along with all his other things, so finding a replacement was welcome. Stethoscopes were handy ( ... )

full_score May 28 2010, 16:34:59 UTC

((From here.))

Between the lack of flashlight and the abuse his eyes had already suffered, it was hard to see very well. Although he hadn't forgotten what the doctor said about damaged vision, Claude was hoping his sight would adjust once he'd been away from that damn light for 10 minutes. It was precisely because he couldn't see all that well that he thought he'd entered the next hallway as usual. Unfortunately, he got a rude awakening when he turned to head down the hall and promptly bumped his forehead against what felt like a plastic surface.

Giving a choked cry, he stumbled back and grabbed onto the wall. What the hell was that? Claude frowned and let go of the wall long enough to cautiously reach out with his uninjured hand. Was that...a handle? But there weren't supposed to be any cabinets in this hall! His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to move a little more to the left. But all that did was send him straight into a pile of boxes, and he painfully knocked one over. He could hear a variety of items clanking onto the ( ... )

quarter_english June 2 2010, 19:33:53 UTC

[From here.]

As the wave of dizziness and nausea cleared, L raised his flashlight and looked around the place in which he and Lunge found themselves. They had not returned to the hall near the morgue.

Grey walls, white tile floors, a number of cabinets and plastic storage containers. Well organized, at least on the surface. He might have expected the Sphinx's lair to be located at the end of a dark corridor, lined with torches; the change between the two rooms was incongruous. -- 'Renovations'...? Yes.

He checked around stacks of boxes and in corners with his flashlight. He and Lunge seemed to be alone again, but where?

A long, narrow room, apparently used for storage... if they'd made their way back into charted territory, they might be on the second floor, albeit far from where they'd started. It wasn't as large as the Main File Storage Room, so that ruled out Patient Possessions, nor did it make a convincing Janitor's Closet. General Storage, then ( ... )

herr_inspektor June 2 2010, 20:04:05 UTC

Only when their prize landed at L's feet with a metallic clatter did Lunge finally allow himself to breathe out. Slowly. Had he been holding his breath? Apparently so. Given that the Sphinx had seemed to run out of patience with him faster than time had run out during that riddle, he could almost forgive himself for it. That final note of bitterness was interesting, to say the least, but with the Sphinx still (and dormant?) and L already handing him the object, he didn't have time to analyse it. Instead, he focused his attention on the object: a perfect miniature shield, too small for any practical use, delicately engraved with symbols he'd never seen before. Worrying. 'Shield' and 'coliseum' implied an arena for physical prowess. Yet another case of the Institute asking him for brawn over brains; he and L weren't going to be going far without backup, no matter how curious they were about just what this 'ballroom' and 'coliseum' entailed ( ... )

quarter_english June 3 2010, 18:10:22 UTC

"The doors?" L made a soft snort. "Yes, but I think we will know more when we leave. Landel sounded pleased with himself earlier; it all fits ( ... )

herr_inspektor June 5 2010, 17:51:56 UTC

"My thoughts exactly. The 'renovations' he mentioned earlier in his broadcast," Lunge answered, pocketing the shield and brushing the topmost shelf with his now-free hand for anything useful. A pair of plastic goggles and a box of bottles that rattled when he shook them- pills? "I suppose the question now is- as always- why. Causing confusion or distress couldn't have been the only reason ( ... )

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rischiarare June 6 2010, 06:35:02 UTC

[From here.]

When the stomach-flipping feeling had subsided, Roxas opened his - when had he closed them? - eyes to an organized maze of stacked boxes and a wall lined with cabinets. There was still the sound of rain, but it was distant, pitter-pattering on the roof. The room looked like something in Landel's, so... they must have left the town again. At least it didn't smell like animals.

When he turned around, the door behind them had shut after all three of them. This was... definitely out of his league. By this time, he knew it wasn't much like his corridors. It just felt too different, and darkness never needed doors to be used. Hadn't he already tried to use them here, anyway? He couldn't - even if he wanted to - get back to HQ. He was stuck on this world without a way to get off.

At least his arms during hurt so much anymore, and his stomach was behaving a little bit. He wasn't sure where they were, but he was curious. Peeking inside one of the top plastic boxes of a smaller pile - most of them were taller than he was - he ( ... )

sewenteen_sir June 7 2010, 02:29:12 UTC

Well this was the first place that they'd been in where Chekov didn't feel completely in the dark--so to speak. He and Captain Kirk had been in this room just two nights ago. While he was relieved they were away from Doyleton and the possible origin of the 'zombies', they were far from out of the woods. Staying in the storage room wasn't going to allow them any progress, but moving forward could land them someplace even worse than where they'd begun. Possibly back in Doyleton, possibly some other area that was full of things like the frog-creature ( ... )

doneinthree June 7 2010, 18:39:22 UTC

By the third trip, Kirk was at least starting to get the hang of being shaken and tossed out like dice in a cup. Apparently, preparing yourself to feel sick every time you walked through a doorway did wonders to lower your expectations. That, and possibly being on the receiving end of one of Bones' ill-chosen hyposprays. Wanting to throw up or pass out hadn't been a deterrent for Kirk before in traveling unknown passages ( ... )