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damned_institute2011-11-05 10:57 pm
mirthful) wrote in damned_institute2011-11-05 10:57 pm
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Night 59: Kitchen
> Gamzee: Do something awesome.
The troll would have loved to have been able to do something truly incredible just then, but alas, they were really only breaking into the kitchen. Although the idea of grabbing a few of those pots and making a temporary drum set out of them was very tempting.
But wait. Wait. This was a kitchen. Kitchens generally contained food. He knew this place had other food aside from what he'd been given the past few meals. Even if what he was given was quite edible, at least as far as he was concerned, he could still definitely go for something else right now. Had this been their destination all along? Because he could really appreciate that.
"Hey, my most excellent of human sisters. We gonna grab ourselves some chow?"
The troll would have loved to have been able to do something truly incredible just then, but alas, they were really only breaking into the kitchen. Although the idea of grabbing a few of those pots and making a temporary drum set out of them was very tempting.
But wait. Wait. This was a kitchen. Kitchens generally contained food. He knew this place had other food aside from what he'd been given the past few meals. Even if what he was given was quite edible, at least as far as he was concerned, he could still definitely go for something else right now. Had this been their destination all along? Because he could really appreciate that.
"Hey, my most excellent of human sisters. We gonna grab ourselves some chow?"
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Rose looked over the doors, settling on the one on the far right as her first guess. People read from left to right -- if there was going to be a trap, the one on the left seemed most likely. Unless, of course, the designer was a master of manipulation. Either way, there was a straightforward solution.
"In fact, we can combine our efforts. Three doors, and three of us. Two of them are bound to be dead ends. Fruitless, if you will."
> Rose: Search fruitlessly.
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"Sounds good to me. I'll take the middle door then." That one had a rather large padlock to keep it shut. Luckily, it was rusted and took only a low-level hit from her Palm of Destruction to shatter the weak link.
Yanking the lock from the door, she pulled open the latch and moved into the chilly room.
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He took the last remaining door, sidling toward it with his pillowcase slung over one shoulder, humming to himself off-tune. It was a good thing he'd brought that make-shift sack now. If he was lucky, he'd be able to fill it with goodies. No one could tell him that food wasn't a top priority. He'd waste a night on gathering sweets any time.
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Rose returned from her fruitless search with a bag of Oreos, which she set on the counter, and then hopped up beside them, swinging her feet as she waited.
A small calvacade of creatures followed in her wake -- cockroaches, another bat, several rats. She sent sparks at them as they approached, but even in their convenient line-up it wasn't quite enough power. So she hopped down and started getting her wands dirty. Or, to be precise, dirtier.
By the time she had finished her one-woman assault, she had bounced, stabbed, and vaulted her way all the way past the ignominiously-named BABE IN GALOSHES to GRIM READER. Experience stacked itself up in nice rows, though it appeared access to her porkhollow and grist cache were still denied.
Outwardly, she kept her reaction to a small smirk, though the sparklechime at each level would be indication enough of her competence, if the pile of corpses was insufficient. Then she hopped back up onto the counter, extracted a cookie, and started dissecting it to neatly consume the filling first.
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Ilia emerged into the warmer atmosphere of the kitchen with a smile, triumphant at her success. Her eyes landed on Rose, sitting as if she could wait there all day, munching on her own spoils. Working with kids never got old.
"I found our way down," Ilia announced a quiet tone. She didn't want to draw in too much attention from the swarming monsters, even if they didn't pose much of a threat tonight. Better safe then sorry.
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"Down?" Oh right. They'd said something earlier about a downstairs. Gamzee hefted his now heavier pillowcase over his shoulder, munching on a package of dried fruit. (The actual package, mind you. He hadn't bothered with opening it yet.)
Hey, he was all up for more adventuring. The extra load he had now wasn't going to slow him up, though it was better when he had his sylladex to help him out. They were like pioneers or something now, carrying all their spoils around the hard way. It was pretty exciting, not to mention hardcore.
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"The tasty part is usually on the inside with human food." That went doubly true for Oreo cookies, but he could figure that out for himself.
Just because she could, she pushed the door to the freezer open with a tiny spark. A rush of cold air came out in response, and she turned the ends of both knifewands into flaming torches. "Did you get anything good from our mission? Or yours," she added for Gamzee's benefit.
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Ilia gave a small sigh when Rose opened the door with her wands, but it was not really a huff of annoyance as much as amusement in the girl's continued attempts to prove her magical abilities. Gamzee continued to win Ilia's concern without nearly as much effort. "Need a hand with that?" She indicates the package he seemed to have trouble opening. If that truly was what he was attempting to do with his teeth.
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