Night 49: Staff Training Area (Second Floor)

[timedork]

[From here]The disorientation that came when he crossed through a door was getting easier to accommodate, with the Doctor bracing himself for a shift in perception and trying to keep steady, but it was still difficult to fully anticipate. The sensation that came with teleportation seemed to be different every time

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[theroadsofar]

This time instead of that sensation of jumping when he hadn't jumped, he staggered like he'd tried to come to a full stop running

[timedork]

"The guy you were with wasn't me," the Doctor said, frowning despite his words. The computer hadn't displayed any kind of information when it was booting-no OS version, nothing that he might use to place a more specific time frame. Like the magazines, everything about the computer appeared overwhelmingly generic. In all honesty, it was disconcerting.

He pulled the keyboard closer and tried a few obvious password variations first, but none of them worked. He could go through all the possible permutations until he hit upon the right one, of course, but that would take hours without any way to work around it. "But," he continued, "even for me, it'll take time we don't necessarily have left."

Besides, he could always attempt to find this room later. Deciding to ignore the password prompt for now, the Doctor instead pulled the computer out of its place and cut its power. Holding his torch pointed at the back of the machine, he looked for either the way to open it up or some kind of identifying mark-a sticker, date of manufacture,

[theroadsofar]

Guy wasn't shy about showboating either. Dean bit his lip, on the verge of smiling, as he pictured Sam finally meeting his match.

"Nope. Haven't run across one yet," Dean said, shrugging. A good screwdriver or a hammer was always useful but it was kinda one of those things you didn't realize you needed it until it was after the fact. "I find one and I'll remember to hit you up."

Sure, he had a knife but the end of it was already chipped off when that bloodsucker came gunning for him the other night. Dean was all for taking a look inside that computer. Possibly breaking his only real weapon here? Not so much. They could come back when they had some other tools to do the job. Hell, maybe he could bring Sam to meet the Doctor and then let them geek it out over the computer, do that whole nerd thing over it while he kept an eye out for any monsters. Worked for him.

Dean headed for the door, opening it to step inside.

[Scottying it up to here]

[scarefaux]

[From here.]

As expected, that sickening feeling came back as soon as the Scarecrow stepped through the doorway. He put his hand on the frame, steadying himself as he took another step into the room. He stayed near the wall next to the door, waiting for the others.

Curious, he took a quick look around the room, despite his light's failing strength. No windows to the street, that familiar smell that was in most of the hallways in the air- "I think we're back in the Institute," he offered. "I don't recognize where we are, though."

[bitpartgod]

How embarrassing! Kibitoshin ducked his head shamefully, blushing a guilty red as he followed them through the next door. He didn't mean to be scared and slow them down, really, he didn't! But there were just so many things that could possibly go wrong when this was happening, and he didn't know how long it would be be before something did happen...

Head still swimming from the sudden change, it took the Kaioshin a moment to adjust himself to their new surroundings. Computers, books, lots of chairs... no, he had no idea where they were. But the Scarecrow was right, they definitely weren't in Doyleton anymore.

Part-relieved, part-exhasperated, Kibitoshin flopped against the doorframe with a sigh. "This is making my head spin! How are we supposed to do anything if every time we try to move we get teleported somewhere else?"

[tiny_chef]

As Remy went through the door, he became dizzy, and felt a sudden impulse to sit down. He sank to the floor, and the beam of his flashlight arced up across the room.

There was something pale in the corner, pale and -- human -- and -- it didn't have arms or legs. It was there on its back, unmoving, staring up at nothing, with an open mouth. The room didn't smell any worse than the rest of the Institute, so whatever had happened was a recent occurrence.

"G-guys. Guys," Remy stuttered, sounding deeply unsettled. "I think someone is dead over there."

[scarefaux]

Kibitoshin was right: how were they supposed to accomplish anything if the doors kept taking them to seemingly random places each time they stepped through one? The Wizard Landel had some impressive tricks, but this was certainly--

He stiffened, looking to where Remy was sitting on the floor, all thoughts halting. "Really?" he asked, curious as well as frightened. A part of him couldn't deny that he was interested in finding out more about death and what happened to humans who suffered from it. He knew Abe would probably chastise him for thinking like that.

The rest of him had no desire to stay in the room with a dead someone. After all, there had to be a reason they were dead in the first place. What if that reason was still in the room?

"W- what should we do?" He knelt beside Remy, ready to help him to his feet in the event they needed to make a quick escape (or follow Kibitoshin, should he flee immediately from the mere thought of there being anything dangerous lurking in the dark).