damned_institute | Night 62: M71-80 Hallway

[M79]

What in the world was with tonight's broadcast...? Zero felt like he should know some of the things the Head Psycho was saying, but he knew so little about the history of this place and the man running it that a few details were lost on him. Fortunately, the rest of the message was easy to understand... Unfortunately, that message was far from reassuring to hear.

A former associate of Landel who was partly responsible for the monstrosity roaming around at night... (Who? What monstrosity?) Landel was going to use this associate's findings to solve a 'little problem' of his... (What problem?) Some of the prisoners would be infected with a 'nasty bug' that would turn them into something like blood-thirsty monsters... (Why?)

Was there any way to stop this from happening...? What could be the reason for...

..... That's it. After a broadcast like that, there was no way Zero was going to take it easy tonight.

Standing up from his chair, he removed the sling from his arm and threw it onto his bed, allowing his injured arm more movement. Urgh... It hurt to move that arm around, but at least he could still bend it. He'd just have to be careful with it tonight. That done, he moved to gather his supplies - maps in one pocket, flashlight sticking out of the other, and pipe on hand.

...Mn. That pipe... Looking at it now, he could see a large dent in it from last night's battle. This weapon wasn't as sturdy as he'd thought after all...but oh well, it would still work for him right now. He'd just have to keep this observation in the back of his mind, and look for a better weapon as he explored later on.

But now, time to go. Slipping on his boots and throwing an obligatory 'be careful' at Woody, Zero went out the door and into the hallway.

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Another evening without being able to torment his erstwhile roommate. Loki was disappointed, though it gave him a chance to page through the books he'd acquired the night before, just to get himself a better idea of human anatomy. It was enough different from the Aesir that it was a good thing he'd decided to do so.

Humans were such fragile creatures.

He prepared himself for the night as normal, putting on the most protective clothes he had and filling his pockets with the normal items. After a moment of consideration, he added a suturing kit to the mess. The were enough items in there that could have alternate use even if he didn't encounter some sort of emergency.

Which he hopefully would not.

Free to do what he wished for the night, he decided to return to the medical wing, as he'd discussed previously with Rita. He left his room as soon as the doors opened, pace unhurried but long legs covering the distance quickly.

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Edited 2012-03-21 05:44 (UTC)

That had been an unproductive day. He didn't normally sleep so much but he felt bone weary and exhausted and he wasn't entirely certain what was wrong with him. He woke with the coming of nightfall, early enough to hear the Head Doctor's cackle as he fought his way back to consciousness, and what could that mean, he had to wonder.

He waited until his roommate had gone and then retrieved his sword from the cupboard. He didn't know why it wasn't confiscated and thinking too closely about that would just make him paranoid, so he chose to accept it as good fortune instead.

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So on top of sleeping through an entire day, Woody had to deal with the Head Doctor being a creep too. It was hard not to clamp a hand over his mouth when he imagined people turning into nasty creatures. But that couldn't be real, right? The guy was probably just trying to scare them all -- though, in Woody's case, he had to admit that he'd pretty much hit the mark.

And just when he had no one to spend Nightshift with, too. Had anyone asked about him on the board? Or did he just sort of fade out of sight, out of mind like the last time he'd conked out for awhile? The thought depressed Woody, but not nearly as much as the fact he even had to deal with this in the first place. If only he could find Buzz...

The thought brought a sad pang to his chest, something that wasn't entirely unfamiliar to him, even as a toy. But as tempting as it was to wallow around feeling sorry for himself, Woody knew now wasn't the time for it. He needed to try to get himself out of this mess so he could find his friends and go home.

After grabbing his clothes rod and flashlight, he resisted the urge to pull down the brim of a hat that wasn't there and stepped out into the hallway.

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