Night 62: M11 - M20 Hallway

[age_of_kings]

After bidding good night and good luck to Kratos and being left alone in his room, Tolten stood and decided that he may as well make use of his time. It was rather like being in prison, or so he fancied. He'd never been imprisoned before, but he'd listened to the stories around the fire and the dinner table. And while he couldn't do much insofar as putting his mind to work, he could do his best to stay in top physical shape.

Even if he was (perhaps) under the weather. He didn't know what to think of the announcements that were made, either during the day or after dark. But he didn't trust them one bit. And until he could discuss it with someone else or read the bulletin, he was going to ignore it. It was really easier that way.

But in the meantime he would set himself a routine. Which would involve stretching and warming up each evening between dinner and whatever was to be done that night. Even if he was staying in. Really, especially if he was staying in. At least running about and fighting was physically invigorating!

The young king managed to strip off his shirt and stretch a handful of times before he felt light headed and decided to lay down on his bed for a moment. Just to catch his breath.

He truly hoped this wasn't warning signs of some horrible thing...

[Locke!]

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M13

[vinesofregret]

The restless feeling that had plagued Hakkai all day - more so than usual in this place - seemed to only increase with the onset of nightfall, and the sneering laughter over the intercom. He hadn't been feeling particularly well all afternoon - persistant headache, bit of lightheadedness - and he'd contemplated just sleeping it off, but after that announcement? There was no way he was going to sleep any time soon. Particularly given that it sounded like he wasn't alone in his poor health - and that it had been planned.

Well. At least he could put that nervous energy to good use, and poke around a bit instead. Perhaps see where the trap door in the refrigerator led. He grabbed his flashlight and headed out, heedless of his roommate.

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M13

[doctor_voodoo]

Both Doctor and Shadow waited for Hakkai to leave before moving on to their own agenda for the night. Facilier easily sensed his roommate's tension during dinner and knew it would be terribly unwise to reveal his shadowy power to him so soon. The Bokor still liked to know more about the boy and see if he could be of any benefit, but for now he had much work to do tonight.

Facilier's plan was to remain in the sanctuary of his room and put his sparse supplies to good use. If he was to test the limits of his oppressed powers and gain an upper hand on others, a voodoo doll or two would suffice. He had the entire night and a whole bag of crafting supplies and spare uniforms to work with.

With his living Shadow idling about the walls, Facilier opened his closet to gather his tools when he noticed a new object in his supply box. There he found a can of WD-40... Is this...? Facilier frowned as he rotated the object with his fingers, reading the small text printed upon its metal surface. It certainly fitted the description of the item Guybrush had been offering. Yet the pirate never reached Facilier... How did this can get into his room if Guybrush disappeared?

Facilier sniffed, whether out of disgust or disappointment was not clear on his placid face. Shrugging, he dropped the can back into the box. He would use it later. To think that Guybrush managed to do something right after his disappearance... Such a shame he wasn't around to be of further use to Facilier...

Knowing that the night's life span was a finicky and unpredictable sort, Facilier wasted no time on making his own personal brand of voodoo dolls. The cotton balls, buttons and extra uniforms were particularly handy, and it wasn't long before he was sewing up his crude but functional humanoid talismans. Much to his own amusement, he was even able to make smaller replicas of the grey shirts everyone was forced to wear during the day!

Keeping the victim's likeness in the doll was key of course, but for now Facilier had to keep them bland until he was able to get a physical trait of someone he wanted his dolls to emulate. With his own special techniques, a few hairs from someone would be more than enough to power the magical bond between doll and host.

For now, Facilier decided to make three of them, yet in the midst of sewing up the head of his first doll, a very unnerving message from Landel hissed into his ears. Both Facilier and his Shadow froze, listening carefully to the Head Doctor and his unsettling words. As the disturbing announcement set in, the gears in Facilier's brain immediately clicked into motion. A virus capable of turning human beings into monsters? That sounded like an extremely complicated hex cast by a very powerful witch doctor... Facilier was admittedly impressed by such capabilities!

Not only did Facilier find a new reason to respect his enigmatic captor, but he was already pondering over what this "monster bug" meant for him and the rest of the institute population. He himself was confident of his health, but what about the others? Surely there was going to be panic and paranoia... Not to mention a sudden demand for supplies and services to combat this widespread concern! What a perfect situation for a good doctor such as himself to take advantage of! He would be damned to miss such a golden opportunity!

Pleased by this profitable change in events, Facilier toiled on into the night with devious plans hatching inside his scheming head and a greedy curl growing in his smile.