Night 49: File Room 2

[unheroed]

[From here.]At this point, Harvey had grown used to that off-balance feeling that hit him whenever he walked through a door. He knew it had to have something to do with what was going on, since here they were, not in the hallway or even in that mail room, but in an extremely cramped file room

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[tender_cruelty]

That was never going to become a normal feeling, Allelujah didn't think. It made his skin crawl and threw off his equilibrium. It was disconcerting when he was normally so steady on his feet, near supernatural balance and sense of direction practically a requirement for a mobile suit pilot. He grimaced as he entered the next room, the room which definitely wasn't the corridor, and looked around warily

[its_the_mileage]

The sense of disorientation registered all the more strongly now that he knew (at least in a general sense) what was causing it. Indy took a few steps to steady himself before he looked around: one of the file rooms. On the first floor, he was pretty sure, since the one upstairs was significantly larger. Why the counter to the mail room, the mail room to possessions storage, possessions storage to a file room? Was there some sort of logic to it

[unheroed]

It wasn't that Harvey didn't know how to force up a file cabinet -- it was just that he was sick of getting tossed around and then having to deal with obstacles at every turn. As it turned out, his determination outweighed his disgruntled mood, and so he let the other two theorize about how the doors worked while he smashed his flashlight against the file drawer a couple times before the thing opened

[tender_cruelty]

Allelujah hummed in agreement, letting the man sweep the flashlight around the entry room for a moment. Then, he closed the door, waiting a few seconds before pulling it open again and peering outside once more. No, still the same view. So it wasn't that the place outside was changing every time the door was opened. Which... didn't help them at all really but at least he knew. That had to count for something, right?

Couldn't they just go back to being attacked by things? Those at least made some kind of sense and were the kind of things that he could combat.

He glanced back at the other man who had managed to get the filing cabinet open. "I think so. There's a matching door at the other side of the entry room. I assume it's another file room if there isn't everything here."

[scarefaux]

[From here.]

Only two steps into the room, and the Scarecrow found himself walking straight into a piece of furniture. He'd been rubbing his eyes again to fight that spinning sensation that came with walking through the enchanted doors, but stopped as soon as he rammed his leg into an unseen obstruction. He brought his knee to his hands, hissing through his teeth as he tried to massage the pain away while balancing on one unsteady foot. It didn't work so well, though he managed to keep his balance by leaning briefly on the mysterious object.

Still on one foot, he turned his light to illuminate what was sitting so dangerously in the middle of the room: the area had several tall sets of metal drawers, each with a neat label on it. "This is a strange, little room," he observed plainly. "Not sure if there's anything useful or dangerous in here, aside from having these sitting right where you can walk into them."

[bitpartgod]

Kibitoshin was happy enough to move on from the doctor's office, and happier still when their next trip took them into a file room- not because of the exact location, per se, but because it meant they'd broken that horrible Institute-Doyleton-Institute cycle. Maybe this meant they could avoid Doyleton for as long as possible from now on, maybe even until the end of the night if they were lucky!

"Well... I guess there are files here?" he suggested, stepping to the side so that Remy could come in after him. "I don't know that they'd be all that useful, though." After all, just how interesting could files be? He gave the cabinet a thoughtful look all the same. "Do either of you want to try and open it, or do you think we should try for another room instead?"

[tiny_chef]

Passing through several doors in quick succession left Remy with a weird queasy feeling, and this time, it lingered. He reached out and grabbed at one of the cabinets, steadying himself.

It definitely looked like some kind of storage area. Even before Kibitoshin said anything, Remy realized that it couldn't possibly hold food... the smell was all wrong. It seemed as safe as the last few places they had been, but in a useless way.

"This place is pointless. I think we should keep moving. If we come across something scary, we can always find a door."

[tiny_chef]

[To the Mail Room.]