Night 67: M01-M10 Hallway

[ofthemotions]

Well, that... Wasn't creepy at all. Really. Mikado looked up at the intercom suspiciously, but it was more from a concern about sanity rather than safety. It didn't change anything, however. If there was some kind of infection going around, enough so that they would immunize (or fake immunize) people for it, it'd be something to gain information on. At least, that's what Mikado thought. The medical wing was on the other side of the building, by the stairs, and he thought to go there.

Never mind that Mikado had no ability at all to understand things like medical charts or that sort of thing. He was hoping mainly that there would be some kind of easily read notes there... But since when did doctors have easily read notes, or easily read anything... Ugh, there wasn't really any point to going there, was there?

He had no other ideas at the time being, though, so he finished dressing into his own clothes, and shouldered his bag across his chest. At least he'd have a direction to go.

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M2

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar frowned at the intercom. Try not to get... lost? He shook his head, opening his closet to retrieve his usual supplies. His eyes widened, then narrowed. His robes were hanging on the racks with the rest of his clothing. Scar paused a moment before taking it off the rack and putting it on. He had seen others in odd clothing, and since Lust wore her old dress, he could only assume that they were given the clothing they had come here with.

Whatever rhyme or reason there was, Scar couldn't imagine.

Taking his scalpel and the picture of his brother as always, the Ishbalan made his way out into the night. It was time to find Frank. He couldn't waste any time, miserable as he felt.

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Re: M2

[fallenbeanpole]

As the intercom faded away, the Once-ler looked again at the bags he'd found with the seed. He still didn't have the slightest idea where they had come from, but he might as well make use of them. Life giving you lemons and all that. And with the cryptic message about trying not to get lost, a bag would be useful for carrying his journal around.

His attention was caught when Scar opened his own closet. The Once-ler watched curiously as Scar paused, then pulled out a set of robes that were definitely not part of the standard patient attire. He said nothing as the other man left, his mind instead turning to his own closet. The Once-ler hadn't seen anything unusual in it, but then again he hadn't been looking at the clothes on the hangers.

After a moment, the man walked over and opened his closet. It took less than a second for the man to spot a familiar green suit coat. Quietly, he pulled the clothing from the closet. It wasn't just his coat; the shirt, gloves, tie, pants, even the golden pocket watch had been returned to him. A brief second search of the closet turned up the missing pieces of his trademark attire; shoes, glasses, and tall hat were present as well.

The Once-ler laid out the clothes on his bed. There was a lot of meaning to these clothes; they had been his signature appearance while in his prime, and it was the outfit he had been wearing when the last tree fell, and the Lorax left. An indulgent outfit, tailor made to his specifications.

And it was a damn sight better looking than the ridiculous smiley-faced grey t-shirts the patients were forced to wear.

Despite all the things the suit represented, there was a certain comfort that came from putting on familiar clothes. Really, it was fairly ridiculous to dress up in formal business wear in this place, but the clothing fit him perfectly, and if worst came to worst the extra layers of cloth would provide a little more protection.

The hat and glasses he left sitting on his bed; they were just a bit too much for this place. The satchel, however, he picked up and tucked his journal into, then slung over his shoulder. After a moment, he also slipped the belt on over his suit coat, tightening it as much as possible. It was still slightly loose on his thin frame, but it would do. The Truffula seed went into the belt pouch.

With one last glance around the room, the Once-ler grabbed his flashlight and moved out into the hall.

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