Night 49: Female Nurse Restroom/Showers

[selfrescuer]

[From here]Sure enough, the door did not lead back into the hall they had originally come from. Nor did it lead back into the same pantry, as had been the case with LeChuck. Instead, after the moment of spinning and queasiness had passed, Elaine found herself in what looked to be a combination restroom and shower. Though she had been expecting

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[sheepwood]

Next into the room was Guybrush, who barely squeezed past LeChuck and slid through the doorway at an awkward, sideways angle. That nauseated feeling returned the second he was through. Stupid LeChuck with his door-blocking and find-the-front-door plan and thriving beard.

The queasiness passed after a moment, giving Guybrush an opportunity to shine his light around the room. At least Elaine believed he wasn't crazy for leading them into a pantry by mistake. She had a plan.

It turned out her plan was to lead them straight into a bathroom. A bathroom with showers. And sinks. And toilets.

"Uh, Tuckle-Bear?" he asked as he backed toward the wall, his voice already shaky from the thought of those porcelain devils lurking in the stalls that stood at the edge of the light. "Where's the hallway?"

[voodooanonymous]

The lovely Elaine, of course, immediately set to figuring out what was going on, pushing past LeChuck. In fact, it was getting uncomfortable being as wide as the exit, and it was difficult to turn around as Guybrush shoved past too. Finally, LeChuck followed, with the same brief disorientation (had that happened when he entered the pantry the first time? He'd been distracted being smug at LeFlay), and found himself in yet another room

[fangirlfatale]

With her only sources of light vanished(?!) on the other side of the door, Morgan made a calculated spring forward to avoid the cans that were still rolling around on the pantry floor. A wave of dizziness hit her in midair (what? That never happened) and she wobbled on the landing, nearly careening into--a sink

[selfrescuer]

Elaine glanced over her shoulder in annoyance. Morgan was getting back into the same kind of mode that had gotten on her nerves earlier in the day, Guybrush didn't seem to understand what the implications of this were at all, and LeChuck was… well, he wasn't doing anything particularly egregious at the moment, but he was still LeChuck.

"That's about all we can do at the moment, unless the doors suddenly agree to start working again," she answered, circling back around the group with slightly more ease than was possible in the cramped pantry. "I don't know what the point of sending us to random rooms might be, other than to frustrate us, but I suppose we'll find out eventually. We'll just have to be on our guard, even more so than we might have been otherwise." She reached for the door handle again, leading their odd little troupe on through to the next area, whatever it might be.

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[timeleaper]

[From here]

Ronixis opened the door and walked through it warily, ready to be assaulted at any moment by a horde of the living dead in all their rotting glory. Instead, he got "A bathroom?"

Ronixis blinked in surprise and looked around himself in some confusion. No, still a bathroom. The women's bathroom for that matter and really, technically zombie hordes were worse but this? This was just embarrassing. He turned to Gilbert as he came through the door and just pointed back to it. "I don't think we're going to find anything here."

[hat_einen_vogel]

As soon as he'd gotten the chair leg free from the remainder of the chair, Prussia had followed Ronixis out the door. If they'd really somehow were in town, there were bound to be more useful things in the other stores as Ronixis had said... and, of course, there was the possibility of escaping entirely.

"The dead don't walk," he remarked as they went through the door. "And they don't bite, either. They're dead."

When he stopped to look around after heading outside, he, like Ronixis, found they weren't outside at all.

"I mean it: what the hell is going on?" he asked, feeling more and more disgruntled every door they went through. "First there's a copy of the sun room upstairs, then we're in a store, and now a bathroom?"

[timeleaper]

Ronixis smiled wryly at him. "I think most people were saying the same thing last week but, well, ask anyone who was there and they'll tell you the same thing." Ronixis would have found it unbelievable at one point, but months on Roak fighting demons from another dimension with magic tended to make you more open-minded to that kind of thing. Otherwise, he imagined, you went completely insane.

He rubbed his forehead tiredly. "I wish that I knew. I'm as much in the dark as you are I'm afraid," he agreed. Something very very odd was going on; jumping between rooms like that. Not even just between rooms, but between the Institute and the town.

Hmmm... He went over to the door, pulling it open (and he didn't remember it being closed for that matter) and peering out. It didn't even look out into the shop that they'd been in, just a normal corridor.

[hat_einen_vogel]

"So everyone that went to town last week is crazy," Prussia observed dryly. "Perfect. Good to know."

The dead coming to life and walking around was something he would have to see in order to believe; otherwise, it was completely out of the realm of possibility... He wasn't that gullible.

Ronixis was at the door, looking out of it, but Prussia wandered further into the restroom instead. "I'm going to see if there's another door," he called back to Ronixis. If there wasn't, they would just have to backtrack into the "store" (if it really was a store, instead of a mockup of one attached to the copy of the sun room).

[cannotlogout]

[From here]

He was almost getting used to the feeling over walking through the doors and ending up in another place entirely, although they still made him glad in a way, that chaos gates were just pixels and coding, even when he'd been trapped in the game. It almost made walking through the fields to get place seem appealing. It took less time for him to adjust this time at least, just a few blinks and he was already stepping away, swinging the torch around the room, over grubby tiles and bathroom stalls and sinks coated with grime.

He sighed. "A bathroom, although I don't recognise it," he said tiredly. The shed with the sports stuff in had at least been moderately useful.

[windstwilight]

The two didn't ask questions and she didn't know if she was grateful or what. They keep moving, one room after the next, and she was okay to fit the pattern. "Yeah, I--" Don't know it either, but the sentence didn't complete itself. Maybe somewhere else. Somewhere not here.

It was great that she got to show this side of herself to everyone, it seemed.

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