Night 60: M01-M10 Hallway

[tightsofmight]

The words of the Head Doctor, back to power and gloriously maniacal as ever, slid cleanly past Peter Parker's ears and dripped unnoticed to the floor. The few that stuck - something about the radio guy, and losing a girl - they hit no notes within him. He held onto them, but set them aside for another day. Things were too woozy to even consider theorizing.

Peter had risen gingerly from his bed and strode to the closet. Things were arranged exactly the way they had been in his old room, down to the way the coats and sweaters folded as they fell from the hanger. Peter pushed them aside to take a peak at the long red and blue ensemble waiting for him. He stared. His vision began to water, and he quietly took the coat concealing it and slid it back into place.

The webshooter, the flashlight, and the as of yet unused ring. Those were the only things he brought with him out the door. He didn't feel like Spider-Man tonight. And if he was going to see Brainy, he wanted to do it as he had known him.

Besides, he didn't need the map to find the morgue.

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M8

[kings_thief]

As night grew closer, Locke became more and more agitated. He was just waiting for that sound of the doors unlocking signaling, like some sick race, that night had officially started. As soon as the door could be opened, it was and the treasure hunter wasted no time in making his way to the main hallway.

He hadn't made contact with Tolten at all during the day and he didn't search for his friend tonight either. Silently, he hoped the other man found someone to watch his back in whatever he decided to do tonight because Locke wasn't going to try and pull anyone else into this personal mission of his.

Twice now, the night had ended with them being so close to getting to one of the kitchens and it was frustrating him beyond words. He just wanted to be able to hold his own or watch his partner's back if it was needed. Last night they'd been lucky; Locke had gotten his magic back and had actually been useful for once. But, now, that wasn't a factor. He'd been hoping, but any hope he'd been holding during the day that he'd get his magic back once night hit was dashed with Landel's words.

So, now he'd have to try again to arm himself, even if he didn't have anyone to travel with.

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