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damned_institute2012-10-04 09:46 pm
toxicspiderman) wrote in damned_institute2012-10-04 09:46 pm
Nightshift 66: M21-M30 Hallway
The intercom coughed on. As usual. S.T. kept his face planted in the pillow as the Head Bastard went on about waffles or whatever they were having for dinner. Wait, stick a pencil in the cassette and spin to rewind. Dinner? Shit. He'd lost the entire day. Did people still say rewind? Cassette tapes were like Neanderthals. A scientifico-evolutionary dead end, leaving only its bones behind.
The lights switched off while he was still stumbling out of bed and over to the desk, leaving him to stuff teriyaki chicken in his mouth with sticky hands. He wiped them on the blankets. Room service didn't understand the concept of saving water, so why not? Landel was in creep mode now, all absent-minded professor gone bad. None of the tempura had come back to life and started trying to strangle him, yet, so Landel was lying about the unexpected.
He wiggled out of sweats and into jeans, threw his ever-increasing magic jewelry collection into his back pocket, and went with a minimal setup. One piece of pipe, one brand-new flashlight, still off. Sleeping all day meant he had no idea if anything else had gone wrong with the disease threats. If Landel was still all smoke and no acid rain. Or if Harvey and Scott were expecting him to show up. He'd go see.
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The lights switched off while he was still stumbling out of bed and over to the desk, leaving him to stuff teriyaki chicken in his mouth with sticky hands. He wiped them on the blankets. Room service didn't understand the concept of saving water, so why not? Landel was in creep mode now, all absent-minded professor gone bad. None of the tempura had come back to life and started trying to strangle him, yet, so Landel was lying about the unexpected.
He wiggled out of sweats and into jeans, threw his ever-increasing magic jewelry collection into his back pocket, and went with a minimal setup. One piece of pipe, one brand-new flashlight, still off. Sleeping all day meant he had no idea if anything else had gone wrong with the disease threats. If Landel was still all smoke and no acid rain. Or if Harvey and Scott were expecting him to show up. He'd go see.
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Unfortunately, what he took with him tonight really depended on what was said during the upcoming announcement. They had been given clues last night and the night before, so here was hoping they--
"...!" Suddenly, his jaw dropped. He stared in disbelief at the item in his hand. Was this...!?
"My badge...!" How...!? He quickly flipped open the beaten-up holder and looked over every inch of it. His photo, his name, his rank and title...! He rubbed a thumb over the six-sided star insignia. H-His hand was shaking...
... So... what did this mean!? Who had gone to the trouble of giving this to him? It couldn't have been one of the nurses...
...
His hand clenched around it. He didn't know why it was here or how, but he wasn't letting it out of his sight!
After a few moments, the lights went out and Dr. Landel gave his little spiel, but Gumshoe didn't feel as irked by it. Maybe because he was too busy staring at his latest discovery and the way his flashlight glinted off of it. What did irk him was the fact a clue hadn't been tacked on to the end of the announcement like the previous two nights.
Scowling, he shook his head and slid the badge into one of the coat pockets. He bet people like Ms. Skye were really scared! They'd either begun to turn or were afraid they were about to!! With that in mind, he threw on the coat, pulling it over his left arm, and stuffed the pillowcase into the right pocket. He then picked up his flashlight again and strode out of the room. He had to take a look around the X-Ray Room tonight, but he wanted to visit Ms. Skye first! If she hadn't left the F Block by the time he got there, that was.
He hoped she was okay...
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