damned_institute | Nightshift 30: M31-M40 Hallway

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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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Omi dropped his hand with a little chuckle. Right. He kept forgetting that not everyone had even heard of shaking hands here.

"And I'm Omi, yeah." Looked like Thursday had good timing. Hopefully that'd be all they needed to get through tonight in one piece. "So, you both know what we're doing, right? We're gonna be mapping the basement." As if anything was ever that easy at night. "I don't really want to waste too much time, but if either of you've got questions, now's the best time for them."

Questions? Under normal circumstances, Thursday would have had plenty of questions, but for some reason her brain simply wasn't up to speed tonight. Perhaps it was the aftereffects of the sedatives this morning - but surely they couldn't have lasted that long?

One question at last floated up from the depths of her fogged brain. "Have either of you been down there before? I've heard a few things about it, but it might be better to talk as we go - if you don't want to waste too much time."

Something told her that she should probably keep her promise to Armand about not blabbing - but her mind waved that aside impatiently. They needed it tonight, didn't they? And she didn't need to tell them everything.

"I only just woke here this morning, I'm afraid, so I have not been anywhere yet, really." Frey knew his inexperience could be seen as a problem, but hopefully the fact that he was a trained warrior with plenty of general battlefield experience would make up for his shortcomings concerning this place, specifically. "Talking as we travel sounds like a very good idea, though."

Omi shrugged a little. It went against his nature to do things on the fly like that, but sometimes it happened. Around here, it seemed a lot more par for the course.

"I haven't been down there, and no one else from Arts and Crafts is saying much. We'll just have to be extra careful." He stretched one last time, fingers going unconsciously to check that his pens and other weapons were safely stored. "Okay, if we're ready, let's go."

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