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damned_institute2008-02-26 08:11 am
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Nightshift 30: M31-M40 Hallway
[M39]
Being dragged away from ZEX mid-conversation was something of a mixed blessing. On the upside, it meant that Zelnick would have at least few minutes to regain emotional balance before spending the whole night with the guy....
Well, perhaps it was more of a mixed curse. Normally Zelnick didn't begrudge allies their oddities, but ZEX had this amazing ability to jump straight from normal conversation to oh-god-awkward innuendo-laden flirting, and Zelnick couldn't do much but hope that he'd keep away from the latter.
In any case, he paid closer attention to where they took him, this time, not just his room number, and he realized he was actually really close to Yuber's room. Wasn't that convenient?
Once he was in his room, he started to get ready for the night; skillet, knife, pestle, all loaded into the apple basket that had wound up in his closet, along with a couple pens and the radio (hadn't Yuber said it spilled hints at night?). This meant he couldn't take all the apples with him, so Zelnick wrapped them in one of the extra shirts and left them in the corner of the closet. All that was left was to get the flashlight, which he found under his pillow like he did last night.
Then the intercom clicked on.
So that was their lord and master, in this place? After spending the first night confused and the first day hearing the voice of the Head Nurse, he found that the guy sounded pretty sane, until he admitted to killing someone. "The man on the radio--" did he mean whoever was on the other side of the little antique, sending out hints? And the method of death sounded... frighteningly personal.
He unloaded the skillet from the basket and held on to it as the doors unlocked, and sat at his desk to wait for ZEX.
Being dragged away from ZEX mid-conversation was something of a mixed blessing. On the upside, it meant that Zelnick would have at least few minutes to regain emotional balance before spending the whole night with the guy....
Well, perhaps it was more of a mixed curse. Normally Zelnick didn't begrudge allies their oddities, but ZEX had this amazing ability to jump straight from normal conversation to oh-god-awkward innuendo-laden flirting, and Zelnick couldn't do much but hope that he'd keep away from the latter.
In any case, he paid closer attention to where they took him, this time, not just his room number, and he realized he was actually really close to Yuber's room. Wasn't that convenient?
Once he was in his room, he started to get ready for the night; skillet, knife, pestle, all loaded into the apple basket that had wound up in his closet, along with a couple pens and the radio (hadn't Yuber said it spilled hints at night?). This meant he couldn't take all the apples with him, so Zelnick wrapped them in one of the extra shirts and left them in the corner of the closet. All that was left was to get the flashlight, which he found under his pillow like he did last night.
Then the intercom clicked on.
So that was their lord and master, in this place? After spending the first night confused and the first day hearing the voice of the Head Nurse, he found that the guy sounded pretty sane, until he admitted to killing someone. "The man on the radio--" did he mean whoever was on the other side of the little antique, sending out hints? And the method of death sounded... frighteningly personal.
He unloaded the skillet from the basket and held on to it as the doors unlocked, and sat at his desk to wait for ZEX.
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Junior still had some questions for Edgeworth and Okita when he was taken back to his room, but he figured if nothing else, he could talk to Okita later. Or either of them tomorrow, if the situation really called for it.
It didn't take long for the Head Doctor to come over the intercom. Maybe ten, fifteen minutes after they got back, the door unlocked, and Omi was out pretty quickly, lingering around outside. Junior stuck around for a second to listen to just what the guy on the 'com was saying.
...God, he was sounding just like Albedo used to. Sure, there was something more sane to his voice, but in content...the guy had to have been off his rocker.
The redhead seemed to remember someone mention the man on the radio at some point, but he couldn't quite place it. Either way, it seemed like it was something that didn't really involve him. Sure, talking about stabbing someone repeatedly was anything but sane, but the patients were supposedly crazy. Who'd believe 'em? He had an idea of where he needed to go here at the start, and he needed to focus and try to remember where to turn and where to go. That took priority over some other person's squabble at the moment.
Junior grabbed his flashlight, and after a moment also decided to take his journal and a pen. He could probably find a use for it somehow. Then, the redhead was out the door, heading down the hall.
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