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Night 49: Nurse Lounge
[From here]A slightly larger and comfier-looking room greeted the pair next. A couch and several cushy chairs littered the space, along with a table, chairs, and a large cabinet, among other things. Definitely wasn't the worst place they could have ended up in, Scott thought. They could have ended up in a fridge or something
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"There's one more can of Coke in here, and the rest is water. Lamesauce. You want the can?" Scott asked over his shoulder.
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His fears were unfounded, however, because the soda came out of the fridge looking perfectly normal. Shinichi still didn’t want to drink it of course, but the cans were some of the first things he’d yet seen at nightshift that looked even close to normal. “Yeah, let me see.” He reached out and grabbed it, turning it over in his hands. Looked like a standard American-issue can of Coke. Felt like it too. The ingredients label, the nutrition information; all was as it should have been.
Except for one thing.
“Hey, Scott. Look. No expiration date.”
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A dramatic pause. Scott's hand trembled around the can in awe.
"...We have just discovered immortal Coke."
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Well, at least this room seemed more welcoming than the bathroom they had just come from. It reminded her of the room in her mansion she had allocated for her cleaning and gardening staff to lounge in during their breaks. Still not exactly useful, though. "Everyone still here?" She looked back over her shoulder as she walked forward, waiting for the group to finish crossing through the door.
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"Hah! I was right!" he exclaimed, his feelings of paranoia and dread being replaced by cocky assuredness. "This place is chock-full of crazy stuff like this. I've got to admit that the doors taking us places they shouldn't is a new development. They usually lead where they're supposed to, like a good door should."
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Ignoring Elaine's inquiry (although it did warm his black heart to know she was concerned), he crossed the room to the shaded windows opposite. "Avast, we be on the second floor!" Of course, if they were being shuffled around magically, there was no reason they couldn't be moved up (unless they were on the second floor of the building to begin with, come to think of it), but he still wasn't expecting it.
The window was grimy and the heavy storm outside made it hard to see, but after running through corridors and pantries, he was glad to see there was an outside to this place. He could see a greenhouse and a walled backyard below, and possibly a forest beyond, although that was guesswork through the rain.
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Behind her, Guybrush sounded confident again, which was usually a good thing. Something struck her about what he had to say, though. "A new development? Usually? Guybrush, how long have you been here?" Morgan asked.
It couldn't have been long, since she'd just seen him last night. He probably meant what he'd seen coming from his room earlier tonight, and she was just overthinking it. Yes, that sounded right.
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"Now, you know that's just stu-"
Matt didn't get a chance to finish what he was saying, because as soon as he leaned against the door, ready to dish out some real effort into opening what looked to be quite the heavy entryway, the thing gave out under him, opening right up and letting Matt stumble right through. This was how he discovered that the jumps became five times more disorienting when your entire body fell off balance while being teleported halfway across... whatever they were being teleported across, be it the ever-expansive space-time continuum, or the simple grounds of Landel's Institute.
Whichever, Matt wasn't a happy camper when he managed to make the spinning inside his head stop. Blinking around, it took him a moment to realize that he'd dropped his stuff on the floor. He figured he could just sit there a minute until everything was still again; Mello could just suck it up.
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They were obviously back (still?) in the Institute, and just as obviously in a place not intended for the prisoners.
"It's not stupid," he told Matt, heading over to the cabinet. "It's the difference between people who get shit done and people who play by rules they didn't write." If he had to fake it for the rest of his life to continue counting himself in the former category, he would.
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"Not your preaching again," he shot back at the blond; he was not in the mood for that self-sufficient crap. Half the time, Matt expected Mello to spout something about Be all you can be, but that would be hypocritical. Or would Mello even care? Couldn't be sure.
Flicking the flashlight on, Matt took a quick look around the empty room, trying to figure out where the hell they were. Obviously in the Institute - but where in it? "D'you know where we are, Barbie?" A cheap shot, but he didn't care anymore.
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He turned back around and leaned against the cabinet. "Preaching my ass, Skipper. You call my opinion stupid, don't get shirty when I defend it." Yeah, that sounded good. Like someone who didn't even know what doubt was. He popped two mints into his mouth, and gave Matt a look meant to convey, Bring it, if you think you can.
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No rain, as predicted. Depth Charge stayed perfectly dry as they walked from the darkness of the shed into... the darkness of a whole new room. Of course. They were in the actual Institute building again, that much he could make out, but he didn't think he'd ever seen this room before.
Directing his flashlight around the room he could pick out a couch at the back, under a wide set of-- windows? Hard to tell at first, but those looked like blinds. In fact, there were a whole lot of chairs in this part of the room, and a table set in the center just waiting to be gossiped over. This was a regular little pitstop, huh? There was even a kitchen on the other side of the room, too. The most he could say was that he didn't see any immediate signs of monster activity, and even that wasn't exactly shining praise.
He turned to Hime, eyebrows raised. "Not exactly useful, huh? Unless you're planning on taking a nap and forgot to tell me."
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"Not particularly, no, but I've other uses while we've still time," she mused, looking about. "Bring over one of the chairs - now that we're not connected to Marc, I'd like to try something."
Perhaps it was a moot point given how late at night it was, but Hime was still at least curious to see if she could solve this puzzle much as she'd solved the spell cast on her mansion once upon a time.
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He headed over to the seating area and hauled one of the plastic chairs over to Hime, standing it in front of her at the door. She still hadn't taken her foot out yet, he noticed, so he took the handle and pulled it open properly to save her one squashed slipper. "What's the plan? You gonna try and jam the door or something?"
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