Night 59: Walk-in Refrigerator

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Ilia didn't plan on lingering long if she could help it. The walk-in refrigerator was a bit too chilly for anyone to want to stay too long, and a few large, mutated cockroaches also were cause for keeping on her toes. However, with a clear goal in mind it wasn't too hard to find what she was looking for; a hidden trap door under a rather conspicuous tile in the corner of the room.

Kicking a few roaches out of her way, and only sustaining a few scratches on her legs for the effort, Ilia made her way back towards the kitchen to bring forth her good tidings. The bottles of juice on the racks caught her eye, but she could grab those when they came back through together. Maybe a bottle of orange and one of cranberry. As long as they didn't encumber her too much in the next leg of their journey then it wouldn't hurt to bring them along.

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The walk-in was just about the same as she left it, with a few crushed roaches here and there and the tile leading to the trap door slightly ajar.

"I just got a tiny bottle of pain relievers. Off brand but good enough, I guess," Ilia sighed as she knocked away some roaches from near the trap door. She grabbed the two bottles of juice and nodded towards the entrance. "Anyone wanna head down first?"

Ilia didn't mind moving first if they desired it, but she wouldn't take a chance to be the leader into the unknown from either of the kids if they sincerely wanted it.

[mirthful]

Whoa, hold it. There was more food in here. Cold food. Cold beverages. That meant the possibility of one thing in particular...

Oh sweet Faygo come to him.

Gamzee dropped his pillowcase to the floor and was suddenly everywhere at once - on shelves, under shelves, digging through bags of carrots. He moved surprisingly fast for someone who was normally so, well, slow. Unfortunately for him, there wasn't a single soda to be found in the whole room. He returned slightly disappointed, but with a hand covered in ice cream and about half of a ham. Not to worry, he licked his fingers clean before picking up the bag again.

"Kinda all disappointed in the motherfuckin' selection."

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There was ice cream and a trap door. Ice cream, trap door.

What decided it was Ilia's question/challenge. It had been laid out carefully, but the proper response took a little more thought. Taking her up on the challenge would be falling for a basic bit of reverse psychology, and would necessitate proper one-up-woman-ship, the likes of which the Institute was probably not prepared for.

On the other hand, they might not have much time. "I got these," Rose said, twirling the flaming knifewands, which satisfied part of her urge to show Ilia that she wasn't just a kid. The second half of it she sublimated by grabbing several bottles of juice, not ice cream, and popping them into her sylladex. If Ilia got thirsty later for more, Rose would have some to offer. Good enough.

Time to blow the proverbial joint. "I'd be happy to," she said, as gracious as a queen, and walked down the steps.

> Rose: Descend