Day 61: Sun Room (third shift)

[witchoftruth]

The moment dear Landel-san announced that it was time for lunch, Erika wasted no time and headed straight for the Sun Room's bulletin board to check if there was any response to her message left for her dear friend. Predictably, there was nothing for her on the board, and the detective scowled as she realized she might have to write him off as a loss. She had lost a good number of potential allies in this place, but losing this one was a bit of a blow, if only because he had useful things on him. On the other hand, if he was gone, and that ring was still here...

Perhaps it was not a great loss, then. Still, Erika was mildly annoyed as she wandered away from the board and back towards a nearby couch. She was spending a lot of time in the Sun Room lately, which seemed to be a bit of a waste as she could have spent in going around the Institute. On the other hand, she had a sandwich here that was waiting to be consumed and after spending a week with little access to "real food", Erika was more then happy to enjoy her time spent eating.

Still, at some point she was going to have to manage her time a little more effectively. There was no reason why she couldn't multitask, so Erika kept her gaze on the door of the Sun Room so she could watch people filter in on their way to other rooms. She wouldn't get everyone, no, but perhaps she would find someone useful that she could bother for the rest of the shift. A familiar face, or maybe someone new. She'd decide on that eventually.

[ hau Seishin ready for round 2. /killed ]

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[tasteoftruth]

A tug on the line. Let's see what he could reel in. Badd kept his scowl and recalcitrant act, even as he continued to feed Lunge information and wait for his reaction to provide information in return.

"There's a fountain the center, all covered in monsters. It's got some kind of weird red fluid in it, maybe wine or colored water made up to look like blood. Other than that, looks like a perfectly normal nondenominational chapel down to the purposefully ambiguous prayerbooks. Must be some freaky religion they practice up here, not my business. I was never a church boy anyway."

[herr_inspektor]

Covered in monsters. That sounded familiar. Lunge's fingers twitched for a moment, and then there it was in his memory: the various doors in the basement, also engraved with various cavorting creatures, albeit in brown. But the only black doors there had been without ornamentation, and drawing too much of a link between the two would have been reaching.

He moved on. It was fairly obvious that Badd would have noticed if the fountain's contents had actually been blood- the smell alone would have been unmissable- which meant... "That's the only place in the Institute I've heard of changing so dramatically at night," he commented. "It wouldn't be too much to assume a symbolic meaning for it. Did it seem to invite any sort of action?"