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damned_institute2012-08-17 02:12 pm
dualistic) wrote in damned_institute2012-08-17 02:12 pm
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Night 65: Underground Lake
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This was all becoming a bit stale.
Especially the feeling of nausea that came with the transport. Harvey didn't want to think too hard on the implications of that. Just what exactly was done to their bodies when they were moved around like that? It couldn't be natural in any sense of the word, but it still beat trying to get down here the normal way.
His only real consolation was that he couldn't smell anything too well down here. It was a shame that they couldn't just keep on giving up that sense, but even Harvey realized how that wouldn't be "fair" according to Landel's rules. What really wasn't fair was the fact that they'd all been stuck in this place for weeks now, but...
Even he started to get sick of his own complaining, so he left it at that.
Once the other two seemed to have recovered, Harvey nodded toward the docks. "We know the drill by now, right? Let's make this quick." He needed to enjoy his voice while he had it, if that's what he was giving up.
This was all becoming a bit stale.
Especially the feeling of nausea that came with the transport. Harvey didn't want to think too hard on the implications of that. Just what exactly was done to their bodies when they were moved around like that? It couldn't be natural in any sense of the word, but it still beat trying to get down here the normal way.
His only real consolation was that he couldn't smell anything too well down here. It was a shame that they couldn't just keep on giving up that sense, but even Harvey realized how that wouldn't be "fair" according to Landel's rules. What really wasn't fair was the fact that they'd all been stuck in this place for weeks now, but...
Even he started to get sick of his own complaining, so he left it at that.
Once the other two seemed to have recovered, Harvey nodded toward the docks. "We know the drill by now, right? Let's make this quick." He needed to enjoy his voice while he had it, if that's what he was giving up.
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"What the hell, man?!" Scott vocalized for both himself and Harvey, looking back and forth between the murky water and the smirking skeleton. "Are there voice refunds on the Lake of Death and Drowning because I'd say that qualifies as some crappy customer service right there!"
Oh good, here came S.T. now. "Dude, are you okay? Are you decrepit? Zombiefied?" he asked, having flashbacks to Disney's Hercules.
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"What do you mean, refunds?" the skeleton cackled. "Prince Charming here was the one who paid up. As far as I'm concerned, you two clowns are just along for the right. And if there's anything I don't like, it's an obnoxious clown."
And speak of the devil -- there was Stinky. The ferryman leaned to the side as he observed him a moment. "Well, whaddyaknow," he remarked with a small snort. "You've got luck on your side tonight. I'm impressed."
With that, he dipped the paddle back into the water and began to row toward the dock as if nothing had happened. "You'd better hope you didn't spend it all up just now, though," he added in his own gravelly voice as an afterthought.
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That didn't stop him from flinching back when some of the water came splashing his way, but he figured that was a pretty natural reaction.
More than that, the ferryman didn't have much of an explanation for them. In fact, he even said that Sangamon had lucked out. Did that mean that there had been a chance that something worse would have happened to him in the water? Harvey frowned, not liking the sound of that at all. At least he wasn't the one who'd been pitched over.
As for being called "Prince Charming," he had no idea where that came from, but with the inability to speak it was easy enough to ignore it. Harvey kept his gaze on the approaching shore, figuring that Scott and Sangamon could handle the questions if they wanted to try and get anything out of the skeleton on what all that had been about.
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If it wasn't burning or itching by now, it was going to kill him slowly or not at all. Time to let it go. It wasn't like they hadn't been dropped in what might be the same water last night. He ignored the voice that sounded exactly like himself in full-on science nerd patter, droning about statistics and repeated exposure. Clean living made up for a lot, and he had an all-hours shower-access pass.
Instead, he pulled his shirt off, wrung it out, and then used it to towel his head off. "Nah, no refunds." His voice was muffled by the shirt. "Nice night for a swim. Most people stick to threatening to throw me off." Then he usually pointed out that it was his fucking boat. Or if not, that he wouldn't wish that water on his worst enemy, which got them all talking about the creeps they were really going after. "Landel tell you to do that once in a while, or was that just for kicks?"
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Not that it might have done any good to think that anyway, as S.T. pointed out. If the ferryman just did the whole boat tossing thing randomly and not because someone had eyed him the wrong way, there wouldn't be much they could do other than watch that paddle like a pack of hawks. Either that or just not get in the boat again. But that would just be silly. You'd think they valued their lives or something.
In either case, they wouldn't have to worry for much longer; the dock was in sight now, and they would be on dry land again in minutes. Scott looked over at Harvey, shifting towards the front of the boat. As soon as they landed, he wanted to be up and moving. The less time they wasted sitting around with their generous chauffeur, the better.
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He gave a good, strong row with his paddle to emphasize his words.
"Nah, I just do that if I feel like it," he explained. "I mean, a guy like me, working in a place like this seven days a week? You do realize we don't have television or anything down here, right?"
Sheesh. Leave it to these guys to make everything more complicated than it needed to be. Thankfully, they reached the dock, which meant they were officially out of his hair now.
"All right, you crazy kids," he said, waving them off. "Don't do something stupid and die, now."
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Since the ferryman was mainly just spouting off useless information, Harvey tried his best to ignore it, and he let out a silent sigh when he realized that the boat had finally docked. That had definitely been the most harrowing passage they'd made so far. Was it only going to get worse from here?
He moved off of the boat and examined the nearby shore, taking note of where the rotting corpses were laid out so he could avoid those areas, if only to save his nose. Once the other two joined him, Harvey gestured toward the door they'd picked last night. Might as well stick with what they knew, right?
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He didn't bother to try to see if Harvey was answering. Instead, he shrugged, and turned to Scott. "Devil we know or new and exciting ways to die?"
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If they were going to keep up that kind of luck, Scott could only see one answer to S.T.'s question when they reached the doors. "Devil we know. Definitely devil we know," he answered, following Harvey's gesture and starting to open the same door from the previous night. "We know we won't die once we get to the end of this one, so that's at least five more minutes we can be guaranteed to stay breathing tonight." Provided there was a way out of that pool of water once they got to that point, anyway. Fingers crossed.
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