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damned_institute2013-06-04 11:59 pm
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NIGHT 70: WALK-IN REFRIGERATOR
[From here.]
Skulduggery surveyed the room with a blank expression. An expression that was blank by default, admittedly, since his grinning skull was all that was visible. But suffice to say his expression would have been blank even if he'd had a face.
He nodded slowly. "It's good to know that no matter what else happens, we'll always be served the best food the Institute can get a hold of. Never mind your mysterious debilitating injury, at least we have eggs."
That said, he shone his flashlight beam along the tiled floor of the refrigerator in a quick sweeping pattern. Nothing looked immediately out-of-place, but nothing jumped out and attacked them either. That was actually starting to get a little worrying, this complete lack of monsters. There might have been one in the hallway outside the Sun Room, but if there was, they'd either been incredibly lucky or incredibly late. Skulduggery was hoping for incredibly lucky, himself.
"There's a trap door here," he reminded Gabe as he swept the flashlight over the floor again, this time slower. "Unhidden, apparently, so if you see an old iron ring that has no busness - ah." He stopped the beam on top of a discoloured tile in the corner. "There."
Skulduggery surveyed the room with a blank expression. An expression that was blank by default, admittedly, since his grinning skull was all that was visible. But suffice to say his expression would have been blank even if he'd had a face.
He nodded slowly. "It's good to know that no matter what else happens, we'll always be served the best food the Institute can get a hold of. Never mind your mysterious debilitating injury, at least we have eggs."
That said, he shone his flashlight beam along the tiled floor of the refrigerator in a quick sweeping pattern. Nothing looked immediately out-of-place, but nothing jumped out and attacked them either. That was actually starting to get a little worrying, this complete lack of monsters. There might have been one in the hallway outside the Sun Room, but if there was, they'd either been incredibly lucky or incredibly late. Skulduggery was hoping for incredibly lucky, himself.
"There's a trap door here," he reminded Gabe as he swept the flashlight over the floor again, this time slower. "Unhidden, apparently, so if you see an old iron ring that has no busness - ah." He stopped the beam on top of a discoloured tile in the corner. "There."