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damned_institute2013-11-19 09:53 pm
fourstonewalls) wrote in damned_institute2013-11-19 09:53 pm
Night 73: West Wing, South Hall 3-A
[from here, still technically later than Team Oven-Fried Dad]
The door opened unceremoniously onto a hallway.
By the length of it, it was one of the ones running north-south along one of the wings, with a tightly-locked door next to them and what appeared to be an opening onto the central hall at the other end. That was all she could tell with a flashlight and a quick look, but it was open space. Welcome. Except that it also laid them open to more traditional types of ambushes than being baked to death.
"I believe you said cards? Shall we rest on our laurels and call it a night, try doors at random, or see if our predecessors have found anything interesting?" It was just as clear which option she preferred. She wasn't opposed to the systematic approach, but they were pressing their luck with each step forward, and she wasn't sure it was worth it. Not when they could use their brains.
The door opened unceremoniously onto a hallway.
By the length of it, it was one of the ones running north-south along one of the wings, with a tightly-locked door next to them and what appeared to be an opening onto the central hall at the other end. That was all she could tell with a flashlight and a quick look, but it was open space. Welcome. Except that it also laid them open to more traditional types of ambushes than being baked to death.
"I believe you said cards? Shall we rest on our laurels and call it a night, try doors at random, or see if our predecessors have found anything interesting?" It was just as clear which option she preferred. She wasn't opposed to the systematic approach, but they were pressing their luck with each step forward, and she wasn't sure it was worth it. Not when they could use their brains.
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"Yes, cards." He fished in his pocket for one of the two he'd found, pulled it out, and held it pinched carefully between the tips of his thumb and forefinger, for her to take. "We can probably assume they've tried any doors on this hallway. If we have to--if we're wrong--we can always come back. I'd like to know whether the cards were really left by a cleaning staff, or... could they have been left intentionally? It seems unlikely... if someone from outside could do this themselves, I think they would."