Day 30: Cafeteria, Dinner

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The cafeteria was all but empty when Zelnick got there. He was a little disappointed; he had gotten the impression that patients usually ate dinner in their rooms, so he hadn't arranged to meet anyone, and there really wasn't anyone to sit by and engage in conversation yet.

Quietly, he collected dinner and a big glass of orange juice, and chose a seat near the food-serving counters. Talking for so long had made him thirsty... and, well, fruit juice was a luxury he had missed.

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A laboratory and the basement. Crawford's eyes narrowed a bit as he heard about the basement; why a ballroom? Likely to throw them all off even further. If the basement was so ridiculous, it was unlikely the laboratory was down there; if it was, then they would be getting two birds with one stone.

Regardless --

"Then that's your aim for tonight, again." He glanced over at Farfarello. "I take it the two of you will be going your separate ways until your ribs aren't broken?" He, personally, would go with Schuldig; if Schwarz stayed as a group, all the better. He could easily traverse the basement or look for chemicals for weapons ... so long as, in the end, he actually did something.

(The lab was slowly gaining favor with him, though. His head was still throbbing, a low, deep pain in the back of his head - it wouldn't take much longer for it to hit him in full force.)

[jei.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't mind backup finding the lab. It's probably on the second floor. Most of that kind of shit is. But if you really want to hit the basement again tonight, yeah, we're splitting up again." Farfarello looked to Schuldig for confirmation of the lab's whereabouts--surely someone had found it by now. If not Wesker and William, then someone stumbling onto it while exploring, maybe.

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"Right in one," Schuldig agreed, grinning at Farfarello. "East wing, for the record, near the morgue. Someday I really ought to sketch out maps for you two, but I haven't gotten around to it yet." Stretching, he added, "But sorry, Farfarello, I think you're on your own again tonight. The basement's too intriguing not to explore further, and frankly I'd like to take Crawford with me while I can; half the time I don't see him at all." He shot Crawford a look to make sure that he knew this was in fact a veiled complaint. "Besides, there has to be something of interest down there past those rooms with the boulders and fog and whatever other improbable shit they might have to throw at us; I can't imagine they lined up those obstacle courses for no good reason. And the more we investigate, the sooner we can get further. At least there weren't monsters, so we won't be hurting terribly for your skills, Berserker. If we went anywhere else, who knows what we might run into."

He glanced at Crawford again. "Think you're up for it, fearless leader, or is your head bothering you too much? I'd hate to have to go with Weiss."

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"My head," Crawford said dryly, without too much irritated inflection, "is fine. I've had far worse." You should know that. "Exploring the basement is a worthwhile goal."

He glanced over at Farfarello again. With two separate goals, they would cover twice as much ground. He had little doubt that Farfarello could take care of himself, even while injured; clearly he'd gotten by last night fine.

"Inform us of whatever you find." An obvious statement, but one he voiced anyway. "And of any difficulties you run into." Given the repeated comments on the bulletin board of what sort of monsters lounged in this place and his own limited first-hand knowledge of them, Crawford had begun to build up his own internal bestiary. (And, of course, the uses of such monsters - whether alive or dead.)

[jei.livejournal.com]

"I'll check out the morgue, too, if I have time. Might have autopsy tools somewhere." Farfarello could use some disposable blades, like scalpels, that he could risk throwing. Not to mention the thought of a cordless bone saw... that'd be seriously nice.

Nodding to Crawford, Farfarello turned his attention back to his meal. Seemed like plans were set for the night.