damned_institute | Nightshift 36: M31-40

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Nightshift 36: M31-40

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Dinner finished, Zelnick grabbed his flashlight and settled down with his journal and a pen, fully intending to catch up on taking down notes-- and finding himself too distracted to do more than scribble out vague doodles in the margins, occasionally jotting down a word or two before becoming distracted again.

Well, supposedly, allies would come by and distract him. And until then, it wouldn't hurt to try and sketch out Talana's smile from memory, the way her eyes should flash, the curl of her hair...

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Usopp dug around more in the closet, before finding the place where he'd been keeping the drugs and supplies Yuber had brought over a few trips. Yuber was a really helpful guy to have an an ally... he did need to ask about him, Usopp resolved. Maybe the disappearances happened in groups. Or something.

"Okay. Those bottles are on the desk, Chopper. Here we go, the other things. I have a spare mortar and pestle, plus some bandages, and these bottles too." They were either chemicals he didn't know or drugs, labeled 'Xanax,' 'Codeine,' 'Tylenol' and 'Robaxin.' Judging from the Tylenol, which was the only familiar one, they were completed drugs. "I know at least one of these is a pain killer. I don't know what the others do, but I thought you might."

Sanji's wary treatment of his shoes went unremarked upon, since at least Sanji wasn't complaining about the fashion anymore.

Chopper moved to the desk, taking one of each of the labeled bottles before turning back to Usopp, who'd gotten out the supplies.

"Thanks!" he said, grinning. He would definitely need the bandages, and the mortar and pestle were a necessity when it came to mixing medicines. His grin turned to a troubled frown when it came to the bottles, however. He took them from Usopp, looking at their labels carefully. He didn't recognize the names.

"I... I'm not sure," he said, setting the bottles on the floor to free his hands. He opened the bottle labeled 'Tylenol' to look inside. A number of pills were inside. They must have been premade medicine, but he didn't know what their effects could be. "Maybe I can ask at the clinic..."

"That would be your best bet." Sanji nodded. He stood, testing out the shoes. The fit still wasn't too bad. Both of them had rather large feet. "There's got to be someone in there from a world that's similar enough to this one to recognize some of them." Most of the people in the clinic had seemed young, but given the age of their own doctor it didn't seem worth pointing out.

"Did you want to head over there next?" The chef wasn't even sure what their plans were after they finished things up here. Usopp likely had others coming by and wouldn't leave with them if they went.

"I've had the same problem... everything here's a little different." Usopp commented, when he saw Chopper's confusion at the medicines. "I'm sure somebody'll know, anyway." Even if Chopper didn't know the medicines right away by their name in this world, Chopper was still a doctor. He knew about how to use medicine in general, and Usopp was sure he'd figure it out. Easier than Usopp could, anyway.

"Are you guys heading out now? I was going to go to the shed again tonight, if I could... Brook said he was going to meet with me, I think, but does he know what my room number is?" Usopp scratched the back of his head. "Maybe I should go to his room. Have any of you seen him tonight?"

"Yeah, I want to go there next," Chopper said in reply to Sanji, nodding. The fact that he didn't know what the medicines were bothered him a little, but it just meant there was much more out there for him to learn. If he was going to be a good doctor, learning about another world's medicine wasn't an opportunity to be missed.

"I haven't seen Brook since... since last night," he told Usopp. He started to gather the medicine bottles together again before realizing that he wasn't going to be able to carry everything. After a moment's thought, he pulled off his shirt, intending to use it to wrap everything into a bundle.

"Ah. Ah, no need for that." Sanji bapped Chopper's head lightly and walked past him. He pulled an extra gray shirt from Usopp's closet. It wasn't as though the pirate would be needing them soon. He would have snatched the pillowcase, but given that the sniper still planned on going out that wouldn't be fair. "Use this instead."

As far as Brook went, Sanji hadn't talked to him that day either, but he'd seen him around in passing. Someone that tall with an afro that large was hard to miss. "Brook's around. You can always stand outside your room if you think that'll help him find you."

"Sure, go ahead and take that, there'll be more." Usopp gave permission even though it hadn't been asked for. He was starting to repack his own bag now, from things found near the top of his 'tools' division in the closet. "But be careful not to jostle things on the closet floor, okay? It could be dangerous."

The way Sanji had said that... Usopp hadn't been thinking of the weird ex-skeleton vanishing between their agreement to meet on the board and the night's events, but it was possible, wasn't it? Or he could be brainwashed or kidnapped. He frowned a little into his bag, but then glanced back around with a more even expression. "Yeah, I'll head out in a moment to look. We should have agreed on a meeting spot or something, but I wasn't expecting him to volunteer."

Actually, when Usopp thought about it, although he'd met with lots of people, he didn't have plans to meet with anyone else for the actual exploration. Well, hopefully the path wouldn't be too dangerous...

Chopper looked up when Sanji pulled an extra shirt from the closet. "Ah... okay," he said. He pulled his own shirt back on before taking the extra one from Sanji.

He set to work wrapping the items together carefully.

The chef paced back and forth a bit, just giving the shoes one final test before deciding they would be good enough - at least for tonight.

"You take care of yourself," he said to the sniper. "Brook too." Though asking Usopp to look out for their other crewmate's safety might be a bit much, it was still the proper thing to say. "If you need us again before you head off we might still be two doors down."

Then he made for the door again, glancing back at Chopper to make sure he was coming along.

Usopp paused to watch Sanji in the shoes. Were they fitting comfortably enough? Maybe he should add some padding, or take something out? He wasn't a cobbler, but he wasn't a shipbuilder either and that had never stopped him from trying.

"Yeah, I'll make sure nothing happens to our new nakama," Usopp agreed nobly, waving a bit as he realized they were about to head out. Was he going to be looking for the afroed musician alone at night? That was a little scary, now that he stopped to think about it. But he was armed, and Chopper and Sanji had things to do...

"Good luck in the clinic, too!"

Chopper finished wrapping the bundle, tying the corners of the shirt together. He carried the bundle to the door, but paused in the doorway.

"Thanks again for the medical supplies, Usopp!" he said, grinning. "If you need treatment or anything, just let me know, okay?"

He freed a hand to wave at the sniper, and then hurried after Sanji.

Back to packing, then, and finishing up by grabbing both his pillow case and, on further thought, his bedsheet for good measure. There was no telling what would be out there.

For self-defense, he had his slingshot, but hadn't brought much in the way of fragile weaponry aside from the usual flour stars. And there was the hammer, too, tucked at his waist instead of in his bag. Well, Brook was going to meet him, or he was going to meet Brook, or...

At any rate, Brook had stood in the path of a rampaging Chopper. True, he'd been thrown into a tree, but he'd taken that pretty well too, considering. They'd be just fine. If they found each other. And didn't encounter anything too bad. Usopp kept telling himself that as he headed out the door, only pausing to use flour and spit to paste onto the closet a warning: 'No Boobytraps.' Hopefully reverse psychology would be simple enough that it'd confuse anyone overly intelligent, the kinds of people who would puzzle out his room number with ease, for example. If not, at least he was honest.

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