madeinthehrl: (a little bit wrong)
madeinthehrl ([personal profile] madeinthehrl) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2012-12-07 11:28 pm
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Night 67: Janitor's Closet, 2nd Floor

[from here]

Soma took a step through the door, and the world shifted.

She couldn't find another way to describe it. One minute she'd been pushing the door open, bracing herself for the cold winds outside, and the next--nothing. Then, a sharp, intense smell, like antiseptic, and a darkness that was almost stifling.

It was a moment before she could orient herself. She was in a cramped room stuffed to the brim with cleaning supplies, and as she turned to see if the Once-ler had followed her in, she knocked over a mop, which hit an aerosol can and fell to the ground with a clatter.

"I don't understand," she said, her eyebrows drawing together. "That door..."
fallenbeanpole: (allow me to explain)

[personal profile] fallenbeanpole 2012-12-08 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
The Once-ler pocketed the box cutter, looking for other items that could prove useful. It was a holdover from living in the Lerkim; making do with what he could scavenge from the ruins of his factory. The tool box caught his eye; crouching, he opened it up. The man liked what he saw; within moments wrench, hammer, pliers and screwdriver had been packed away in the satchel with his journal. The additional weight was noticeable, but better than taking the whole box with him.

Straightening, the man continued to look for anything else of use. He was shifting between several pipes when Soma spoke up again. The Once-ler craned his neck to look at her, holding one of the longer pipes in his hand. "So it's another way to mess with us, then? Doors leading to places they shouldn't be?"

The man tapped the pipe against his hand thoughtfully. "You know, we might actually find some useful stuff this way. I mean, hey, first warpy door and we end up in a closet that's got tools and so on." He looked at Soma. Hopefully she would follow.
fallenbeanpole: (clapped hands)

[personal profile] fallenbeanpole 2012-12-10 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, that would make it more difficult to get to anywhere in particular." For a moment the Once-ler fell silent. A greenhouse; a building with the sole purpose of growing plant-life. He hadn't seen green, healthy plants of any sort for too long. The only thing that could grow in the wastelands that had once been the Truffula Valley was grickle grass, and even that barely held on to life.

He'd like to see the greenhouse, the man decided. But it could wait; tucking the metal pipe under his arm, the Once-ler rubbed his hands together. There was another door opposite the one they had come through. He pointed at it with the end of the pipe.

"Let's see what's behind door number two."

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Edited 2012-12-10 03:19 (UTC)