Night 49: Black Rock Inn

[whichwayagain]

[ From here]This time the room was larger, and with a decor that seemed out of place from the rest of the Institute. Granted, Mihai could hardly say he'd explored the entirety of the hospital, but he had a bit of experience going to them in general, enough to know that rooms rarely deviated from the state of drab sterility that was the norm. This

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[simplemechanics]

Reeve made several incomplete, flustered gestures, as if he could somehow express his frustration to the room at large. It had no effect, of course, and the building remained exactly as it was. Defeated and without any logical explanation to lean on, he followed Mihai further in. He had seen stranger things, or at least known of them, but now he had been completely relieved of any sense of reality. Furthermore, this building was in a harrowing state. It looked trashed, rather than simply abandoned. It was not entirely unlike the offices they had been in moments ago. Perhaps this was all in his head and he had gone insane, he considered miserably

[whichwayagain]

Clearly, the situation was getting to poor Reeve. Either that, or he'd suddenly decided it an appropriate time to do a dance of some sort. Mihai supposed it wasn't impossible that he was thankful for alcohol, though he was pretty bad off desperation hit him this early on. Still, he'd seen stranger things; knowing Badou and the depth of his addiction had tempered him in that regard. Whatever it was, the dance didn't last very long, and seemed restrained on top of that. But Reeve had come across as the quiet type

[simplemechanics]

Reeve remained silent for a moment that probably lasted a little too long. The only emotion that surfaced was an uncomfortable sort of disappointment. Deeper inside, he could feel his stomach churning with all the unresolved questions. Mihai couldn't even point him in the right direction, but it wasn't his fault. Reeve smiled faintly and nodded in acknowledgment

[whichwayagain]

"Berlin." Mihai responded almost without thought, more focused at the moment on eying the selection of minibottles. The smaller containers would be easier to carry, and less effective if broken for weapons--or so his excuse would be. On pocketing the first, however, it dawned on Mihai that Reeve may well not know anything about Berlin, given that the reverse had already happened. "In Germany." Likely equally unhelpful