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damned_institute2011-07-23 01:53 am
mirthful) wrote in damned_institute2011-07-23 01:53 am
Night 57: MRI Storage Room
> Gamzee: Procure four-wheeled device.
He eased the broken door aside enough to allow himself entry, peering at the equipment found within. This was the medical wing, after all. He should have expected lots of shiny metal equipment he wasn't familiar with. This wasn't exactly his area of expertise. (That area was regrettably small, admittedly.) He did recognize one particular item folded and set to the side, however. With a grin, Gamzee approached the wheelchair and unfolded it in what space he could find in the middle of the room.
Tavros had a four-wheeled device just like this one. ...Perhaps not just like this one. There were some subtle differences. The point was, Gamzee had always wanted to give it a go. Here, without anyone to stop him from messing around however he wanted, he might just get that chance.
He took a seat, and the device rolled forward a little. The troll quickly grabbed the wheels in order to stop himself from rolling into a stack of supplies. That was how Tavros moved about, he recalled. He had to grab and move the wheels himself. Simple enough.
Soon, he was rolling back out into the hall. ...Had the temperature of the area gone down recently?
> ==>
He eased the broken door aside enough to allow himself entry, peering at the equipment found within. This was the medical wing, after all. He should have expected lots of shiny metal equipment he wasn't familiar with. This wasn't exactly his area of expertise. (That area was regrettably small, admittedly.) He did recognize one particular item folded and set to the side, however. With a grin, Gamzee approached the wheelchair and unfolded it in what space he could find in the middle of the room.
Tavros had a four-wheeled device just like this one. ...Perhaps not just like this one. There were some subtle differences. The point was, Gamzee had always wanted to give it a go. Here, without anyone to stop him from messing around however he wanted, he might just get that chance.
He took a seat, and the device rolled forward a little. The troll quickly grabbed the wheels in order to stop himself from rolling into a stack of supplies. That was how Tavros moved about, he recalled. He had to grab and move the wheels himself. Simple enough.
Soon, he was rolling back out into the hall. ...Had the temperature of the area gone down recently?
> ==>
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Upon closer inspection, Zero realized that someone had actually broken this door rather than merely leaving it open. However, shining some light in the room with the flashlight revealed nothing more than a giant storage area. No one inside. Whoever got in here must have taken what they needed and left already.
The Reploid-now-human took this opportunity to scour the shelves up and down for anything useful. Some objects were obviously medical equipment he'd seen used for humans a few times in the past; the rest, he couldn't be sure. But he was sure that there was no sort of medicine in here, nor was there anything that could easily be used as a weapon. (True, the giant metal poles on wheels were tempting, but they were much too large to carry around easily.) This room, then, was nothing more than a waste of time.
Or maybe not. There was another door to the side that he'd somehow missed upon entering the room, and it wasn't locked. Perhaps it led to somewhere of interest? Only one way to know.
[To here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1146274.html).]
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And it wasn't until Zero stepped back into the storage room that he realized his mistake, and winced. Why hadn't he asked those two where they'd gotten their weapons from? Idiot, that would have been very valuable information! He contemplated going back to ask, even spun around to face the door again, but he changed his mind after a few moments of thinking. They were probably busy killing the spider now, anyway. He could probably find out on his own quicker than he could waiting for them to finish their business...
So he grumbled at his mistake and turned to leave again. Well. Time to find out what else this place had in store for him...
[To here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1139968.html?thread=79261952#t79261952).]
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And here, this room seemed to reveal itself as the main source of things provided to those injured during the day. Wheelchairs, IV bags and drips, all of the sort. He frowned lightly, poking his way inward, nudging the shotgun at random things. How boring. Would all the rooms be so bland?
Though there existed a secondary door withing. Perhaps something less than mediocre could be found. "Should I take point, or you, dear?"
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The cocky flair was unnecessary, he knew, but he didn't want to risk his partner latching on to his stalling. Then again, he had a feeling that it would only be the first of many times he had to deal with that. His reaction was obvious enough. But there was no point in letting that happen now, so he advanced into the other room.
[to here]