Day 52: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

The intercom jingle was slightly different for this shift, almost as if it had gone up in quality. The Head Doctor gave a sigh of relief, his own voice clear as a bell despite the usual electronic buzz

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[vsyourface]

At some point during fourth shift, nurses had moved Scott from the Game Room to the Sun Room and laid him down on the couch. At some point following that, he had woken up, confused and not entirely alert. He wandered over to the bulletin, responded to the A&C message, then promptly fell back over on another couch when he remembered what he had fainted over the first time. This process cycled at least once or twice more over the course of the shift. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Eventually, Scott managed to stay conscious long enough to be lead back to his room for dinner. The smell of teriyaki and miso was a welcome one indeed. And was that...? Was that...? It was. There was fish tempura with dinner tonight. Scott could have cried. He hadn't even realized until this moment just how much he had been craving a good Japanese meal with salmon and whatnot. Add some garlic bread on the side, and Scott Pilgrim could have died from a happygasm.

That was, until he thought, So is that in the comic too? My undying love for salmon and garlic bread?

[sheepwood]

When the nurse came to retrieve him for the dinner shift, she was not surprised to find Mr. Moriarty still sitting in the exact place she'd left him for the other non-meal shifts of the day: Sun Room, facing the door, giving it a stare that stretched for miles. The question of whether or not he'd blinked even once crossed her mind. It seemed his obsession with April Turner hadn't been quelled in the least during his stay so far. Maybe he wasn't aware she'd been released.

The unfortunate part was that Guybrush was aware she'd been released- possibly. He was still in denial about it. Though his conversation with Gren had been a brief distraction (as well as that part where the nurses had dragged an unconscious Scott in and set him on one of the couches), he had indeed spent the majority of his day staring at the Sun Room door in the hopes Elaine would be walking through it at any moment, looking as cool and confident and not-released as she had been the night before

[vsyourface]

Scott gave a slow nod. "It was going pretty okay for me earlier, but this last shift... yeah." Looked like the two of them were a couple of protagonists up Angst Creek, then. Great.

Scott sat in silence for a little while as he ate, trying to figure out what he should say. He wanted to ask all kinds of questions about about his own problem (current question on his mind: was it normal to be constantly adding studio audience reaction effects to one's own memories?), but even Scott could see that Guybrush was in pretty bad sorts. Eventually, he decided that he wasn't going to put off asking his own questions for too long, but that he ought to find out what was up with his pirate-y roommate first. "So what happened to make your day suck?" he asked, looking up at Guybrush. "More than usual, I mean."

[sheepwood]

"There's a chance- slim chance- that my wife disappeared," Guybrush said as crossed the space to his closet in two steps, throwing open the doors and grabbing his sash and shovel. He may have been on bathroom duty the night before, but tonight, he meant business. "Her roommate and I are going to look for her. I'm sure she's just doing other stuff, like escaping."

If Elaine was missing, there was no doubt LeChuck was involved. First things first: get to her room, ask her roommate a slew of questions, look for clues. There was bound to be something lying around that would point him in the right direction.

"So what happened to you last shift?" he asked, looping the shovel through the underwear. "You look like the day kicked you in the shins, too."

[vsyourface]

Scott winced big time. He knew how hard it was to be without a significant other suddenly. He didn't exactly want Ramona stuck here with him, of course, but dammit, he was getting sick of not having anyone to cuddle with at night. Even Wallace would have been a decent substitute at this point. Not a great one, but he was someone Scott was used to sharing a bed with, at least. "I hope you find her, man. I have no idea what Landel does to people when they disappear." He gave Guybrush the Universal Bro Sympathy Nod at that, letting his roommate gather stuff together as he ate more of his dinner.

"Something about that level," he answered when the turn to talk came around to him again, his face scrunching up in a mixture of exhaustion and mental stress. A sigh as he rubbed at his forehead. "Turns out I'm a comic book character. Who knew?"

Maybe he should have known, Scott thought after speaking. He had made plenty of quips about volumes and pages in his life, but he had always used those as figures of speech. Now he had to wonder if

[sheepwood]

"A comic book?" Guybrush asked, getting his radio and flashlight and returning to the door, his legs already itching for the long run to Elaine's room. It took him a minute to figure out what a comic book even was- a book with a lot of pictures, right? Right. That sounded right somewhere in the back of his mind. "Neat. Do you know who would write a book about you? Because if not, you might have a stalker and want to get that checked out."

Deciding he should probably eat something before he left, Guybrush headed for his desk, cramming into his mouth as big a bite as would fit. The last thing he needed while searching for Elaine (besides LeChuck or De Landel showing up and rubbing his wife misplacement in his face, or his room spontaneously combusting, or to be stranded in a dark hallway with a Frenchman while surrounded by demon toads) was to be working on an empty stomach.