Night 55: East Wing, Nurse Residential Hall

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"I trust you won't mind if I turn my flashlight back on." Her voice was conversational, and only experience would reveal that she had no intention of taking anything other than No for an answer. Or yes, if Gamzee was stymied by something so simple as a double negative.

"You might not have noticed, but I can't see in the dark." She switched it back on, pointing down what was revealed to be -- surprise! - -another corridor, lined with doors. There might not be any familiar faces, but she was becoming very tired of doors.

The first one was locked. So was the second. "Interesting." Now they were getting somewhere. Silver flashed in her minds eye. There had been a keyring in that drawer, which she'd disregarded. Too soon, it appeared.

"They seem to have forgotten to issue us keys." Fetch quests? Again? This time with physical keys rather than more fanciful alternatives? The reviews for this game descended another notch from Incomplete Tripe straight past Wastebasket Filler to Litter Box Liner in one graceful arc. Still, it was good to see that some things were predictable.

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The Alternian stood back and watched in bemusement as Rose made her attempt at the door. It wasn't a bad attempt, all things considered, but the human didn't appear to have the required upper body strength necessary to break the handle off in that fashion. This was where having Equius around would have been handy. If he'd attempted what Gamzee had following Rose down the hall, most of the handles would be broken off the doors by now.

If she wanted in, then he could certainly help her with that. So he hoped, anyway. He bent down closer to the handle, hand to his chin and trying to look as professional as possible about this when in truth he didn't really have a clue what he was doing and was just planning on trying to kick it in. Right. Staring at the doorknob wasn't going to make it open any sooner.

He secretly hoped she'd broken the light on the knob so he wouldn't have to worry about it for the rest of the night, but that wasn't a very nice thing to think given his company so he didn't mention it.

There was no reason, he believed, to step back as far as she had to get a running start at this thing. Gamzee simply brought a leg up and slammed it into the side of the door under the knob with a fair amount of effort. There was a loud CRACK as it broke inwards a ways. That should let them in easily enough.

...His foot hurt a bit now, though. Maybe human bodies were just generally weaker than troll ones. That wouldn't be surprising, given how squishy they seemed all around. It was okay, though. He was chill with being squishy.

[lovecraftcomplex]

"Consider me genuinely impressed. Thanks."  Brute strength, as well as cunning and speed, were obviously valued here.  An all-around approach to climbing the echeladder, rather than the whimsical and gender-conforming class structure the game had previously displayed. Truly, a revolutionary concept.  No one could have expected that.  No one.     

Rose stowed the broken flashlight in her sylladex, although what further use it could be was murky at beat.  Alchemitization fodder, if she could subtract out the crack running along the plastic.  Broken flashlight > batteries<, and it was in before she could think of of any later-lettered synonyms.  There went her pens, buried down into a leaf node, and her journal at the root, far too close to prying eyes.  Never  mind that it had not yet received a single word.  Some things were just not for public consumption. 

By the time her finicky modus had settled down, Jer eyes had begun to adjust to their impromptu bath in shadow, which meant that Rose could proceed through the door without fear of a humiliating tripping incident of the sort young humans were prone to, especially around cats.  Sorry, Jaspers.  She couldn't make out much of the room beyond, but it appeared to have a floor.  To see beyond that, she would need to enter.

> Rose: Enter