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Nightshift 36: M31-40

[M39]

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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"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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