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Night 49: Men's Showers (First Floor)

May 24, 2010 15:21

[from here]Even though she had been expecting a different room, Sakura still couldn't help but feel amazed once she stepped through the door and showed up someplace else. Although the tile colors were different, Sakura recognized the general layout of the showers. If she was interested in showering tonight, this would have been a lucky coincidence ( Read more... )

touya, gant, lana skye, yue, kinomoto sakura

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guardiancomplex May 27 2010, 08:53:19 UTC

Touya barely had time to recover from the face full of feathers he got in the laundry room before he hustled through another door and... into the showers. He figured they were the men's showers, unless the female showers had blue tile as well and had the same setup. They definitely looked familiar though.

He looked at the corner he and Yuki had shared the other day, almost seeing himself and Yuki (who he totally hadn't looked at at all) trying to carry on normal conversation while naked and not... doing anything. So awkward, god.

"Well," Touya coughed, trying to clear the suddenly husky tone out of his voice. He was more or less successful at not making a complete tool of himself in front of his sister. "It looks like those... 'repairs' Landel was talking about are connected to the doors or something. We're moving between floors and hallways whenever we go through a door."

He paused, raising a finger to his chin in thought. "I don't think I want to know what happens if a door closes and cuts us off from one another."

winged_moon May 27 2010, 09:29:44 UTC

Showers. First a lounge area, then laundry, now showers. There seemed to be no pattern to it that Yue could see, and that was enough to make him even more worried than before. If the doors could take them anywhere was it possible that they could end up back in the arena in the basement? In the middle of a monster's den? He disliked the idea of venturing into what seemed to be a random unknown, but at the same time, they couldn't simply sit here the entire night ( ... )

fourstonewalls June 8 2010, 22:11:01 UTC

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Rainwater and spilled lotion -- and other slimy goo of provenance she preferred not to examine too closely -- still coated Lana's shoes as she stumbled backwards through the door and onto the slick blue-and-white tile. Her first step was fine, if ungraceful, but on the second, her right sole gave up all pretense of traction and slid forward. She fell backwards, landing on her tailbone with a thump more damaging to pride than to flesh.

She transferred the flashlight to the same hand as the candlestick, trying not to wince as the skin on the inside of her elbow moved. It wasan't deep, but it burned. The light was slimy as well, but she'd had better luck than Ema had -- it still shone just as bright as it had before ( ... )

gargantuanlaugh June 9 2010, 21:53:38 UTC

She really needn't have bothered giving him the go ahead. As soon as he saw that walking corpse he was already half-way out the door. Lana could take care of herself without his help, right? And she probably would have yelled at him if he had dared to stay behind while dear Ema was still somewhere lost in the institute. But even Gant wasn't so cold-hearted as to leave her without a means to escape. He stumbled through the door and held it open, adrenaline fighting against the wave of dizziness. He would give her ten seconds to escape to safety but if she didn't appear before--oh, and there she was, falling to the tile floor with a loud smack ( ... )

fourstonewalls June 10 2010, 02:00:47 UTC

The vertigo that struck every time they passed through a door had been something Lana could control; but being hauled to her feet rather than allowed to get up in her own time was one jolt too many. Though she should have expected it; would have, if she hadn't been so preoccupied, or at least she could tell herself that. The roiling cold in her stomach lurched; she pushed Damon's hand off her shoulder and staggered away from the foul-smelling water.

She leaned a shoulder against the wall a few feet away, then leaned her whole cheek against the cold tile and swallowed hard. The hinge of the nearest shampoo dispenser stared back at her, offering no helpful advice. Open Other Side.When she'd stopped shivering, and she thought she could trust herself to speak without unwanted consequences, she called out, not turning around. "Shut it off, Damon. I'll be alright." Then she pushed away from the wall and squirted some of the soap directly on the wound. "It's just a scratch." Which was, in one sense, true. It hadn't damaged any ( ... )