Night 64: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[dualistic]

[From here.]

Still no one. Harvey imagined that before long these areas were going to be flooded with sick people who were going to follow that clue, so he was glad that he'd beaten them to the punch. It wasn't that he thought it was contagious anymore -- by this point, they would have known -- but he didn't need to be surrounded by a bunch of miserable, sniffling people, either.

Relieved that he'd dodged that bullet, at least so far, Harvey reached the end of the hall and took a right toward their regular meeting spot.

[To here.]

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[brokensmolder]

Eugene hadn't actually expected to be introduced as "Flynn," not by the one (other) person in this whole place who actually knew his real name. Behind Rapunzel's back, he gave Kratos a little nod, just enough to acknowledge what was said and to convey his gratitude.

He knew that Rapunzel didn't like it any. He'd really turned a corner by willingly going by Eugene and the whole planning-to-give-up-his-life-of-crime-for-her thing, but at the same time, he needed something to hold onto here...at least for a little while longer. The Tales of Flynnigan Rider was still his security blanket, even after all these years.

"Flynn" spared a nod for Castiel, too. "Hey."

The hallway was dark, but not so dark that he couldn't see they were coming to the end of it. Following the rest of the group, he stepped out in to the main hall.