Night 58: Main Hallway, 1-Center

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Turning the corner, Vino found that, in fact, he was very much early, it seemed. Huh. There was no one yet in this central hallway, though if he looked back towards the west side of the building, that strange person with the unnatural-looking white hair had gone down that end of the big hallway. He could still see the whiteness of their hair standing out from the darkness of the atmosphere around them.

He spent a few moments watching this person, then lost interest, instead finding the nearest wall to lean against to wait for the other person to show. Healing powers! He'd be able to see them in action, right? Vino wondered what it was like, having an injury healed with the kind of abilities that this kid had. Would it be like Czeslaw's 'healing,' he wondered? That would definitely be interesting to see, wouldn't it? Watching your own injury just mend itself like that. Like magic!

But while this ability certainly could be a useful one to have, Vino hadn't decided yet whether this would be an ability he'd want in his arsenal. Felt a bit like cheating, didn't it? What would be the point in challenging yourself to do things if there was no thrill in it? (Most people would call this the 'thrill of danger,' but Vino didn't believe in such a thing for himself.)

If you could always heal yourself from any injury, then how could you tell the difference between being alive and... not? There'd be no difference then, that's what!

A pause in his thoughts as Vino checks around again to see if he can spot any familiar head of spiky hair. Nope, no one fitting the description yet. He settles in to wait.

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[threepwood]

As he approached what he hoped was another patient (because if it wasn't, the monsters had learned to use flashlights and that was another world of trouble entirely), Guybrush found himself suddenly bathed in light, the stranger having turned their flashlight on him. His eyes slammed shut, dots already dancing in his field of vision.

"Whoa, fellow patient!" he called as he took two steps back, holding his arms up in front of him in an attempt to look non-threatening. Whether or not he managed to accomplish that while wielding a sword and wearing a sash made of underpants was yet to be seen. "My flashlight isn't working. I promise I'm not wandering in the dark for my health or anything. Or sneaking up on you, though that's not much of a testament to my innocence."

[selfnighted.livejournal.com]

So it was. Maya twitched her light away from the alleged fellow patient's face, though her standards of monster were a bit different than what she imagined the humans' to be. Even so, she recognized the voice, and knew the allegation to be true.

"Mr. Threepwood. It must be fate." A pause as his words sunk in. "Can you navigate well in the dark?"

[threepwood]

"Maya!" Guybrush called, recognizing her tone even though his unadjusted eyes couldn't see her in the darkness before him. "If you couldn't tell by the fact that would have run straight into you had you not blinded me, the answer to that question is a resounding 'no.' Not that I had much of a choice. I think the batteries in my light have gone out for good." He clanked the light on the wall a couple of times before trying the switch again: no luck.

"But I am pretty good at navigating otherwise, even without a map." Not that a map didn't help and that he wasn't always looking for one. They usually led to key points in the plot that couldn't be found otherwise. "I thought I'd head upstairs and see what's in the hallway. I thought I saw a closet when I was up there a few nights ago. What are you doing here, all by yourself?"

[selfnighted.livejournal.com]

Ah... She'd been about to suggest that he could have gone with his roommate, but that was of no consequence now; he had already gone this far. "Is that so...?" she said, not meaning it as a question. Had she seen batteries in the closet Senna had shown her?

Maya had no destination at the moment. Going up to places she'd already been seemed a nice and logical extension of her little experiment with the halls—she couldn't quite tell the time, precisely, so how far she could go would have to do as a measurement. How...disorderly, but there was no help for it.

"I was waiting for someone to bump into me," she answered finally, with a smile. "A little game of chance, yes? Shall we go?" As she was imposing herself on Mr. Threepwood's company, she gestured down the hall and waited for his response.

[threepwood]

Maya's forwardness was another odd familiarity: how often was it that he was being told what to do by a lady? If he counted Elaine, Mo, and the Voodoo Lady, it was pretty much all the time. Not that he'd tell anyone that- it didn't make for a good campfire story to have the premise of, 'Well, I was doing what my wife told me to do at the time.' Not to mention he often had clever ideas of his own... that were sometimes brought on by getting advice from one of the aforementioned ladies.

"I'm not one to turn away convenience," Guybrush said with a smug grin, letting her lead the way. "You carry the light, and I'll fight away anything that comes our way. I'll even promise not to drink any mystery potions we may find."

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