M61-M70 Hallway

[kings_thief]

[In M63]

Despite the nurses efforts to 'wake him up' he still felt as sluggish as before. The little bite of food he'd ventured during dinner just made his stomach twist more unpleasantly but he willed himself to keep it down. He couldn't just go a day without eating, that would only make things worse.

He knew he had to get up. He had to meet Tolten and get back to the X-Ray room maybe, this time, the clue they found wouldn't result in them arguing the night away. Besides, the sooner he got moving the sooner they could get there and the sooner they might be able to find a cure to make this feeling go away.

He just hoped his friend was doing better than he was, if they were both in this state, they might not be getting anywhere tonight. As it was, Locke had only gotten so far as thinking that he should get up. Hell, sitting up would be an improvement, but all he'd managed was to dig the heels of his palms into his eyes as if that might relieve his pounding head.

It wasn't doing a very good job.

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[girlsandgadgets]

Edgar's grip tightened on his shovel as they passed through the hallways, an unfortunate amount of resolve in his eyes. His only answer to Tolten's demand had been a nod of understanding; he knew all too well what he would have to do if one or either of his wards that night changed. As much as he wanted to believe he was being overly cautious, that the weeks of imprisonment in the institute had poisoned him with paranoia, the facts were harder to ignore with every passing day: Locke, Tolten, and others were visibly ill, growing worse as the days passed.

More than that, he knew that luck favored the prepared. And if there was anything he had experience in, it was preparing for the worst. The people of Figaro had been through plenty of hardship; he was no stranger to it, though it took on a new life in Landel's. The stakes seemed higher, his allies fewer and fewer. The thought that one of them might transform— and worse, what steps he might have to take to keep them from hurting others— left him rattled to the core. He pushed it down, not letting it show. It was his other talent: wearing a mask, playing a role as needed.

And right now, he needed to be the support. He was possibly all they had.

Edgar approached Locke's door first, knocking only once before opening the door. No need for pleasantries when time was possibly running out. "Locke?"

[kings_thief]

Guy's instruction to 'stay safe' finally made him pull his hands from his face. Guy was off to find out about this new clue and Locke was lying there feeling sorry for himself. Sure, staying safe was wise, but doing nothing was stupid. He wasn't just going to lay around and hope someone found the solution. Besides, Landel had said five people were going to change, he didn't feel any different than his seemingly usual state of miserable, but what if one of those five was Tolten? He couldn't risk it.

The treasure hunter forced himself to sit up, pausing to let the room come back into focus before standing. He was just reaching for the pipe, forsaking the boots for tonight in favor of time, when the knock and Edgar's voice registered just as he turned towards the now opening door.

A small sigh escaped him when he saw both of his friends there and safe. Well, that was a relief, at least. "Edgar. Tolten. Good to see you're both okay. And still human, that's good too." He tried to smile and keep his usual light-hearted demeanor, but he knew both were dimmer than usual; it was hard to maintain when every blink made the room swirl a bit.