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ryuuzaki) wrote in damned_institute2014-01-07 07:01 am
Night 74: Climate Control Utilities (Third Floor)
[From here.]
The archive had been large in comparison to most of the rooms they had passed through so far on the third floor, and this new room was only about a quarter of its size. Bland colors, nothing that could really be described as "decor" except in that the walls and floor had been finished.
It seemed to be empty, but there was bad news: only one pad, and a closed door. That meant that if this wasn't Security--it already seemed doubtful that it was--and the door didn't lead to where they needed to go, they'd have to hunt for the next pad.
It immediately brought what had happened the night before back to the front of his mind. There probably wasn't even anyone ahead of them at this point, and he and Lana should now be visiting areas that no patients had reached before... at least not as far as any of the remaining patients knew. But it was possible that he'd missed something, that someone had gotten further without him learning about it. Either way, going forward, they needed to be even more on guard than they already were.
Was it possible to increase that vigilance? Without sabotaging themselves with anxiety? They were already on high alert, already quite aware that if they escaped one trap, it might not be long before they found themselves in another.
Several panels were mounted to the wall. He approached one after he stepped off of the pad, peered at it for a moment, then turned to Lana. "It looks like a series of thermostats."
No point in staying, then.
The archive had been large in comparison to most of the rooms they had passed through so far on the third floor, and this new room was only about a quarter of its size. Bland colors, nothing that could really be described as "decor" except in that the walls and floor had been finished.
It seemed to be empty, but there was bad news: only one pad, and a closed door. That meant that if this wasn't Security--it already seemed doubtful that it was--and the door didn't lead to where they needed to go, they'd have to hunt for the next pad.
It immediately brought what had happened the night before back to the front of his mind. There probably wasn't even anyone ahead of them at this point, and he and Lana should now be visiting areas that no patients had reached before... at least not as far as any of the remaining patients knew. But it was possible that he'd missed something, that someone had gotten further without him learning about it. Either way, going forward, they needed to be even more on guard than they already were.
Was it possible to increase that vigilance? Without sabotaging themselves with anxiety? They were already on high alert, already quite aware that if they escaped one trap, it might not be long before they found themselves in another.
Several panels were mounted to the wall. He approached one after he stepped off of the pad, peered at it for a moment, then turned to Lana. "It looks like a series of thermostats."
No point in staying, then.
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After being in a room that was full of other people and interesting information, this was a pretty big change. Sora staggered off of the pad and then leaned himself up against the closest wall as he tried to stave off the dizzy feeling that came whenever he used one of those teleporters.
He blinked back the blurriness at the edge of his vision and then stepped up to the control panels, using his flashlight to inspect them more carefully.
"Hmm... I'm not sure, but I think they use these to control what temperature the building is in different places." One side of one of the control bars was blue and the other was red, so that would make sense.
He didn't think that cooling down or heating up the building would do them much good, though, so it was probably better to leave this all alone. "Should we keep going?"
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"Yes." The door leading outside was, blessedly, unlocked. Without another word, Link proceeded forward.
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