Night 37: East Wing, Hall 2-A

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This hall was as familiar as the room halls by now. She quickly walked up to the door she needed, and without prelude, slamming her heel down on the knob. It broke off nicely, again. It was somewhat of an annoyance to have to do this every night.

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Shifting the cart out of the way to make it easier to move, not to mention getting the metal from the cart into the pillowcase, was taking most of Xelloss's attention even as Anise finished off their conversation with the two new patients and headed out as well. He managed to finally move all of the metal, and pushing the cart to the side, shovel and flashlight balanced under one arm, he offered the improvised bag to her with a wide smile.

"If you'll take this, I can hold the flashlight and we can look over the map again. Or we can head back, too. We've been very lucky with not encountering monsters so far, don't you think so?" He wasn't completely happy with that, but now that they'd succeeded in getting the metal they'd sought, it seemed too bad if they might lose it in a fight.

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Anise glowered at the offered sack, though fortunately the sour look couldn't have been too easy to catch with the light unfocused as it was. She only just managed to pass it off, and it was already coming right back at her! With a sigh, Anise pulled her map out and reluctantly took the pillowcase.

"Okay, let's take a look." She shifted her pipe and sack into one hand, holding the map with the other. "It doesn't look like we'll find much more metal around here, but some of these rooms look kind of interesting, huh? Like, the file room and the patient possessions room."

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Xelloss felt warm and comfortable inside. It had been such a lovely evening so far. Especially without holding heavy bags full of metal.

He leaned forward to look at the map, using the flashlight as promised to help illuminate. "Unless one of us is supposed to have possessed metal! I understand it's only what our fictional lives here were supposed to have possessed. Are you curious about that? Files might be interesting too, do you like reading? I'm fine with either, especially since I don't even know what sort of files they are. It's a mysterious world of possibilities!"

Then he looked up, aiming his flashlight down the hall for a moment. "Are any rooms not raided yet?"

[gald_digger]

It was a let-down to hear that the possessions room only had what their fake selves were supposed to have, but Anise had a feeling she shouldn't have expected anything better. If they could just waltz in there and pick up their old weapons and equipment, that would be convenient, wouldn't it? And nothing here was ever that convenient.

But would they have anything metal on them? Anise wondered. "I don't know anything about Earth culture and stuff, so I don't have a clue about what might be there. We could just dig through everyone's things and see what turns up. If it's for fake people, then no one would miss anything. And... it's not like I like reading or anything, but files might help us figure out what they're really doing here." Maybe. She had a feeling they wouldn't keep anything too revealing in an easily-accessed room, however. And reading would be tough with only one light between them...

As her partner shone his light down the hall, Anise looked to see what was illuminated. The door to the file room had been broken down in a similar manner to the storage room. Had it been those two again? The door to the patient possessions room, however, seemed to be intact. "I think it's safe to say this one's been raided," she offered uselessly, gesturing to the obvious wreckage to their left.