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damned_institute2013-06-04 11:59 pm
skeletonenigma) wrote in 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."
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He peered in over Skulduggery's shoulder, then entered behind him with a shiver at the cold. "It is good," he agreed, aware the skeleton was still being facetious but choosing to take the comment seriously. Because it was true. It was good. "I'd rather be trapped in a madman's psychologically-impairing maze with good food than be trapped in a madman's psychologically-impairing maze with bad food. At least then I'd have something to look forward to."
It was looking on the bright side. It was looking on the bright side in a way Gabriel had been finding difficult of late, so he kept his tone upbeat in the hope that it might help. And it did.
"You'd better go first again," he said, moving past Skulduggery to lay down his pipe and pry up the tile. It was heavier than it looked because of the stone underneath, but the Archangel--to his relief--still had some strength left, if not enough to be unnatural. It didn't take him but a moment. Gabe let Skulduggery go first and then, taking a deep breath, stepped down into the darkness of the stairwell himself.
[to here.]