Night 63: West Wing South Hall A

[stop_the_rain]

[from here]

Footsteps echoing in the dingy corridors, Murphy kept his ears alert for the slightest crackle of static or rumble of thunder. But he heard neither. Something was...off here. More off.

"You know you've got problems when you're worried about levels of fucked-upness," he muttered to himself, peering around the corner into a wider hallway. It looked like it led out of the patient room wing. No monsters in here, and no Cunningham either.

Not to mention a lack of jarring paperwork scattered about. But of course there wasn't, what was left?

"Don't try to understand. You're not going to, not like this. Just...get out."

That core objective remained the same. Get out. Get...somewhere. Anywhere. Make like the couple in the song, go down south to Mexico and live on the beach. Lay in the sun and drink fruity drinks all day, try and be happy.

But first, another damned hallway....

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[freewill]

[From here.]

As they moved down the hall -- which, unsurprisingly, was empty -- Castiel kept one hand clasped to his shoulder while the other one tightly gripped the branch he'd brought with him. He'd feel far better once he'd replaced it with his own blade.

"So," he said, turning toward Lingormr, "my room is in this block." He nodded to the door they were passing. "I can go retrieve my weapon and meet you at your room, if that's what you'd prefer." He didn't know how much time they had, but if the others wanted to proceed on, then he wasn't going to protest. He was hardly in the position to when he was the one who'd gotten himself hurt.

[complicatedliar]

"That would be best," Loki said. "I'd rather not have to carry about the medical tome or the packets of supplies. That is where Soma will join us, at any rate. I will go prepare things."

He nodded and started off down the hall, not bothered by the lack of flashlight in the slightest.

[To here]

[freewill]

The idea of having to make his way to his room and then locate Lingormr's after that sounded like far more work than it should have, and just that was enough to frustrate Castiel. This body was breaking down on him and he didn't know why, if there was some way he'd misused it or if it was simply bad fortune.

He didn't bother to watch Lingormr move down the hall, instead cutting into his own block and quickly making his way down toward his room.

[To here.]