Night 58: General Storage

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More materials. Well, she'd just step aside to let Threepwood look at it, then move on to the next door. She would have to keep records; such-and-such could be found over there, this-and-that over there.... Though the next time, she would have to make some adjustments to her route.

"Anything interesting in here?" She didn't know much about what he was seeking, if any of that adventuring experience gave him an eye for certain items in particular. Nor did she have much an inclination to know, really, but it seemed a nice topic to engage conversation that wouldn't irritate her. "What sort of things qualify as supernatural aid?"

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[threepwood]

"Oh, you know," Guybrush started, as though she actually did know in spite of her asking. "Mystical powers, ghosts, a voodoo sponge that sucks up a pox you unwittingly released on the Caribbean- things that aren't easily explained with science or by an instruction booklet." Speaking of sponges, he immediately spotted a box of them upon entering the room. Unfortunately, they were of the regular sponge variety- not that he didn't take one for good measure.

He scanned the room, looking into a lot of the boxes along the shelves as he went. Into the pillowcase went a few more items: two rolls of gauze, some burn cream (in the event his room ever caught fire again- even with the perpetrator gone, it was worth grabbing), and some empty pill bottles in case he ever found some pills that needed carrying. He also grabbed a doctor's coat, putting it on. It wasn't a fine leather jacket, but it looked marginally better than either the military garb or the sweats-and-tees combo they usually wore. And it had pockets. That was the most important thing.

"Aha, more pockets for carrying things," he remarked, modeling the coat for Maya. "Before I got here, I could carry anything I needed in my pants, from canon balls to seahorse heads. It's a shame they've been broken since I arrived. It would make having my entire inventory on me at all times a lot easier. Maybe we'll stumble on a backpack or something while searching these rooms."

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Ah. That did seem handy. Endless pants pockets handier than additional coat pockets. But though the coat seemed an easy way to increase storage capacity, Maya simply didn't want to wear one. The asylum could force her into clothing she disliked and she'd wear it for sheer lack of options, but she had standards. If the coat was black, lacy, and was a nice fit would she condescend to wear it.

Picky, picky. But she truly did not need to carry much at the moment, and her pipe wouldn't fit, in any case, and if she put the flashlight in a pocket, it would negate the purpose of a flashlight, did it not? She'd already had to use it once to bang on the doorknob to open the door; the thing was more useful in her hands. But as long as she had to crook her arm to utilize the light....

There. Coat flung over her elbow, she moved back out into the hall.