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damned_institute2012-06-20 07:28 pm
dualistic) wrote in damned_institute2012-06-20 07:28 pm
Night 64: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[From here.]
Still no one. Harvey imagined that before long these areas were going to be flooded with sick people who were going to follow that clue, so he was glad that he'd beaten them to the punch. It wasn't that he thought it was contagious anymore -- by this point, they would have known -- but he didn't need to be surrounded by a bunch of miserable, sniffling people, either.
Relieved that he'd dodged that bullet, at least so far, Harvey reached the end of the hall and took a right toward their regular meeting spot.
[To here.]
Still no one. Harvey imagined that before long these areas were going to be flooded with sick people who were going to follow that clue, so he was glad that he'd beaten them to the punch. It wasn't that he thought it was contagious anymore -- by this point, they would have known -- but he didn't need to be surrounded by a bunch of miserable, sniffling people, either.
Relieved that he'd dodged that bullet, at least so far, Harvey reached the end of the hall and took a right toward their regular meeting spot.
[To here.]
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A party was an awful idea tonight. Too many contagions. Not that Landel couldn't whammy anyone he wanted. Whatever the sweet, possibly computerized, siren on the intercom said, this was his show. From opening act to drunken Beatles covers with half the words replaced by "fuck".
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