Night 51: F21-30 Hallway

[no_dont_go]

The latest intercom announcement filled Aigis with a sense of dread. Aborting her attempt at writing in her journal, Aigis stood silent for a moment then paced to the closet to retrieve her baseball bat. She would normally have offered her roommate some assistance during her first night in the institute, but Kay had already expressed during

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Outside F30

[vsyourface]

[From here]

Fortunately, one more thing Scott Pilgrim retained from grade school was the ability to count, so it didn't take long to find F30. What took longer was the hesitation outside Knives's door. This was weird. Not just because of the whole Landel's thing, but because the last time he and Knives had gone and done anything alone had been when they were still dating. The roles here were oddly reversed, too; here he was standing outside her door waiting anxiously to take her out, rather than the other way around. All that was missing was a snow-covered doorstep, really.

Okay, get over yourself. You have to do this, right? It's not a thing or anything. She's gonna get eaten or something if she doesn't go out and get armed, Scott told himself, taking a short breath before knocking. "Hey Knives," he said through the door. "Uh, it's Scott. Scott Pilgrim. You ready?"

[knives_throw_u]

Knives opened the door and nodded. "Yeah," she replied, "Even though I'm a bit scared, I'm ready." Knives nodded firmly. She was still spooked, yes. Night had come far too quickly for her tastes. But with Scott at her side, she'd be able to handle it a lot easier. Definitely! She'd survive this, for sure.

...Right?

[vsyourface]

Scott jumped just slightly when the door opened, not having expected Knives to be ready so quickly. He shouldn't have been surprised, really; she had always been the one who was most likely to really anticipate things and get ready for them ahead of time. Still threw him, though, considering he was still feeling a bit hesitant himself.

In any case, he managed to force a semi-reassuring grin for her. "Great! Okay. Uh. Right! So! You stick by me, and we're both gonna be totally fine, okay? You'll barely even know you're in a possessed mental institute! Promise!" Scott regretted that last word almost the instant it came out of his mouth. How was he going to promise Knives that she wouldn't suddenly find herself going headfirst through a wall? Or turning into a lobster? Or getting riddled with bullet holes? The answer was: he couldn't. And yet, he already had. Now he had no choice but to stick with it.

Crap. Knives, here's hoping for an easy first night."...So yeah, c'mon. The shed's just out past the field, down that one long hall,"