Night 51: M81-90 Hallway

[vsyourface]

Scott didn't like the sound of that intercom announcement one bit. Granted, he was hard-pressed to think of one he did like. Maybe the ones that involved pancakes? ...No. No, not even those. By virtue of the man talking about them, those announcements were tainted. Those pancakes were tainted. Tainted pancakes.

Ew.In any case, it sounded like

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M88

[heraldric]

Claude had told Leon to eat a lot at dinner to keep his strength up, so he had. Granted, he probably would have anyway, but at least now he could say he'd done it for his friend's sake. There wasn't a whole lot else he could do for him, after all.

He took out his bag of supplies, checking over them to see how much he had remaining. Even if the next person on his list didn't bring the supplies they'd said they would, he'd still probably be able to cover two more weapons, give or take, with what he had. The hope was that he wouldn't have to rely on his own stock all the time, but it was good to have it just in case. Sometimes the time they were given at night was woefully short. He couldn't always count on everyone even having the chance to get what was necessary to reimburse him.

Once he was satisfied, he took out his journal and set it where it was easily reachable. Now all he had left to do was wait.

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[selfrescuer]

[From here]Luckily for Leon, Elaine arrived with a full pillowcase of bathroom pipes in hand - what she thought to be just enough material for the sword plus maybe one or two pipes extra depending on how much he ended up using. Maybe her night of collecting metal with Morgan had gone by in a blur, but at least it hadn't gone unproductively. She rapped lightly on the door to M88 first before letting herself in

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[heraldric]

Leon stood up quickly after Elaine entered. He was used to patients waiting outside the door until he let them in, so this was unexpected. It wasn't a problem, as there was really no reason for them to wait, but it was still unexpected. He took in the bag she had to offer, immediately smiling brightly. "That's more than enough. Thank you

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[selfrescuer]

Elaine didn't paricularly think a title was necessary in this case either, especially not with someone so young (though, admittedly very professional for his age). Using it with strangers and people she had official business with, however, was habit, and in a time like this, when that sinister sleepiness threatened to creep back into her head at every turn, habit was a good thing to rely on. Anything that made it easier to keep talking normally, or to not appear weak

[promisedawhale]

Again he would he heading for Leon's room, though before hopping over the very few rooms it was to there, Brook would have to first detour to the bathrooms. Not because he necessarily had to go - he could just imagine the monsters that would try to come at him while he was doing his business!! - but because the bathrooms were certain to have the kind of metal Leon had requested as payment. Plumbing was always helpful, this time in more ways than one! Not to mention that it would be a great deal easier and safer to get. Brook didn't want to think just what could happen if he tried to venture further than the facilities. Nighttime here was just so scary!

He dug out the makeshift version of his sword from its hiding place at the back of the closet and had it hanging from his arm as he headed from his room, a tune humming off his lips.

M85

[sheepwood]

With a yawn and a sideways nod to Scott, Guybrush pulled his underpants sash over his neck and prepared himself for the night. Dinner had become nap time- being up all night battling nibbling frog monsters and then spending the entire day fighting the mental image of his nemesis with nothing on below the belt was tiring beyond compare.

Another yawn escaped him as he dug his flashlight out of his drawer. What was he doing tonight, anyway? Something about maps and Voodoo and a T-shirt and- oh right, Elaine! He was definitely going to win the Worst Husband of the Future award if he didn't get moving and catch her before she left. Even though she claimed she'd be just fine (typical Elaine, thinking she could get by without his help and usually being right about it), he needed to make sure she didn't get mauled by nasties.

Grabbing his shovel, he headed out the door.

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[doctorbadtouch]

He left for the night as usual carrying the chainsaw in his left hand, away from his injured side. The ring was hidden away in his pocket, mostly for insurance if something went amiss. While the day had been successful in general, he hadn't managed to pick up a new meat shield for the night, and he supposed that could become a problem if he encountered anything. Should have kept the old one, or at least his sword - careless, that - but it would have been more trouble than it was worth so early on.

Besides, he had to admit the novelty of the chainsaw was growing on him. Inelegant as it was, it did the job. It was sort of nostalgic, too, like a return to his roots. Efficient brutality without the intricacies. It was a start.

He turned the corner into the next hall.

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[ttly_not_a_rat]

"Spitfire and damnation!" Ratigan choked as he tumbled through the mist. Not only had his scheme to usurp the power of the queen failed, but it looked as if that miserable pipsqueak Basil was going to have the last laugh after all! As Ratigan fell, he couldn't help but grit his teeth as he imagined that stupid grin on Basil's face. The mere thought of it sent Ratigan into a rage

[ttly_not_a_rat]

And as the final nail in his coffin, Ratigan rested his hands in his heads, trying to focus while he pondered what could have possibly happened. But something was wrong. Very, very wrong. His face felt...smoother. Less...furry than normal. If he had been changed out of his drenched clothes, there was the chance that the staff at this hospital had deemed it necessary to shave Ratigan's admittedly rough facial hair, but there was no reason for his skin to feel this smooth. Wait...his skin?

"By the beard of Zeus...!" Ratigan whispered softly as he felt more of his face. He had been shaved completely bare! there was barely a hair upon his head, and what's more...his hands! They were...that of a human's?! What madness was this?! What sort of black magic had Basil used to transmute Ratigan from a mouse into a human?! As Ratigan sputtered and tried to speak coherently, he looked down at his body. There was no mistaking it. Ratigan had somehow been turned into a human

[ttly_not_a_rat]

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