http://human-sponge.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] human-sponge.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2008-04-27 08:12 am (UTC)

(Outside) M21

While Peter did feel a little better for having talked things over with Nathan during the last shift, he had still felt nervous while being led back to his room for dinner. His roommate had been asleep, as usual, which meant he hadn't even had someone to distract him from the coming nightshift.

With his injury still slowing him down, he wasn't sure how much of a help he would be, even with the shovel he had found in hand. The fact that neither he nor Nathan knew how Claire was doing made things worse, and it sounded like trying to search her out at night was a lost cause.

They would just have to rely on the bulletin to search her out the following day -- it was just hard having to wait that long to know whether or not she was all right. Then again, what could have happened to her? She healed, after all. Though his powers were completely gone and Nathan's were weakened, so who knew where that left Claire.

His worries and his sore back made it hard to focus on eating, but he managed to get a few bites down before the intercom went off. It was more of the same, though it sounded like another person had been added to the confusion of the routine announcements. Peter didn't bother trying to follow along, instead focusing on gathering his shovel and flashlight in anticipation of the doors opening.

Once they did, he headed out into the hall and made the short trip to M21. It was a good thing that he and Nathan had ended up with rooms so close to each other. Positioning his shovel a little awkwardly under his arm to free his hand, he reached forward to knock on the door.

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