[From here.]

The brown hues of Dr. Venkman's office looked black in the dim light from Scar's flashlight, making the room look far darker than the hallway and a hundred times less inviting than it had seemed in the daytime. The light crossing the desk brought the trinkets strewn about it to life as large shadows on the wall. The Scarecrow swallowed that lump forming in his throat, mustering his courage as he tip-toed into the room. He'd half-expected Dr. Venkman to be there for some reason, sitting in his chair, his expression flat no matter what was said to him, as was expected of someone who probably knew a great deal and was bored with simple matters of the body and mind. After a moment with no sound, no indication he was in the room, the former strawman crossed the threshold.

Luckily, the Scarecrow remembered the layout of the room from his visit only days before. Finding the chair near the desk, he pulled it toward the bookshelf along the wall. Though he couldn't read the framed papers hanging above the shelf just yet, he knew the general spot where the one he'd eyed was. If he could just find it and get his hands on it, maybe everything would fall into place.

First things first- he needed the light. "Over here, Scar!" he said in a whisper, motioning for the former lion to illuminate the wall.

[From here.]

With his blood-stained axe and bright flashlight in hand, the Replica kept a determined pace down the narrow hall that housed rooms for the staff. He began testing the first doors he encountered, but so far they were stubbornly locked. He couldn't risk taking out his axe and making a big racket trying to barge his way through again. He would have to leave that as a last resort.

As he moved farther down the dark corridor, Sechs could hear the gathering of more voices creeping in from behind. Were they monsters or other fellow patients? What if he wasn't the only one looking for that note right then? Sechs quietly growled under his breath. Dammit, he got here first! With the mood he was in then, he wasn't going to be all gentlemen-like and let someone snatch anything important from right under his nose! Not without a fight at least!

An intrusive cough suddenly blasted its way out of Sechs' chest. Shit! Someone or something was bound to hear that! Groaning with pain, Sechs smeared away more traces of blood from his mouth and increased his pace towards the final room at the end of the hallway. He couldn't let all his efforts be for nothing tonight!

[For Lunge and et al~]

[from here]

Ah - yes, he'd finally found it. This was just the room he was looking for; though dark and musty, it was obviously the goldmine of unhealthy snacks that Matt was seeking. He slowly pulled the door open further, poking his head in and looking around. At the same time, he started working the balled-up pillowcase out of his coat pocket, unraveling it and shaking it out. With a grin, he stepped inside, feeling pretty confident that there weren't any hidden threats inside the small room.

Grinning, he bobbed along just a little as he scoured the shelves for his prizes - bags of potato chips, packages of Oreos, and a couple boxes of cinnamon grahams, oh my! Dumping them all into his makeshift bag, Matt hummed a little as he tightened his grip around the opening of the pillowcase and started back for the door. It was safe to say he'd be set for a couple days with this loot; to celebrate, he pulled his pack out of his pocket and lit up before opening the door.

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