Night 71: Main Hallway, 1-Center

[ninelivesonce]

[from here]

The main corridor was dark, and no sounds came from the sun room, even when Taura pressed an ear to the doors. That didn't mean much, but it gave her something to do while she waited. Then she switched to jogging back and forth along the length of it. Staying in one place had proved more dangerous than making a visible target of herself; she didn't like waiting.

[Rita]

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[forsworn]

As they continued down the hall, just as suddenly as it had activated, his crystal shut off. The low undercurrent of conversation slowly died away, and his vision blurred as it returned to normally. Kratos squeezed his eyes shut for a moment: even though it was dark, and the effects not that dizzying, looking at a fuzzier, blurrier world was a little nauseating even after just a few minutes or so of clarity.

"Sorry?" He strained to catch Castiel's voice, even though the other man was talking at a normal volume. "Ah--not yet," Kratos confessed, although that wasn't as egregious of an oversight on his part now since they'd just gotten some new information and all technically needed to be briefed.

He in turn glanced over his shoulder at Lloyd. "We're heading to the third floor. Castiel and I were able to find the entrance last night in the library, but didn't get much further. We want to see if we can get farther tonight." Seeing as his note was the more informative of the two they had, he dug it out again and handed it over to Lloyd. "Apparently, there's a record archive on the third floor that is essential to discovering a way out."

Kratos paused and then added, "You should find the obstacles named familiar."

[redcladidealist]

Holding both a sword and a flashlight in his hands was definitely inconvenient. Lloyd grimaced, wishing he had some kind of sheath to carry his weapon in. Too late to talk to Al about it now. It would have to wait for another night. For now, he switched his flashlight off and tucked it into a pocket on his tool belt so he could take the slip of paper from Kratos. He squinted in the dark, trying to read what was written in the dim light of the other two's flashlights.

"Teleportation pads?" he echoed. That had to be what Kratos was talking about. "So that's what my note meant." He quickly fished a hand into his pocket, pulling his own note out, then handed it over to the other man. "I got a note, too, but it just talked about bouncing around when we get to the third floor." That line made sense now in the light of teleportation.

Too much sense. That sounded way too much like what they'd had to do at the Palmacosta Human Ranch when they were trying to rescue Chocolat and the other captives. Ugh, he still had nightmares about that sometimes, going back and forth between pads because they couldn't figure out which one went the right way. His grimace deepened at the thought that they might have to go through that again. "Oh man," he groaned. "Please don't tell me this is going to be like Palmacosta all over again." He wasn't really expecting an answer from either man. They wouldn't know any more than him. The complaint was more for the sake of preemptive venting.

The door to the Sun Room was coming up now. Lloyd didn't know exactly where they were going, but sticking as close as he was to them, he didn't have to guess where they were heading.

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