Nightshift 38 - General Storage

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Clark did his best to ignore his stinging finger. It hurt, but it wasn't as bad as nearly getting gored that time with Claire, to put things in perspective. Still, if he was supposed to be as powerless as a human, he wished it'd gone all the way; right now it seemed to be in this uncomfortable halfway point and he had no idea if he still got sick around kryptonite. That time he'd lost his powers, he'd actually been able to get within five feet of Lana Lang and not feel weak.

Stepping over the remants of the lock, kicking it a little to the side so Brainy wouldn't trip on it, Clark looked around. His flashlight kept flickering, making the shadows of boxes and the cabinets appear to leap. Would there be any flashlights here?

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This room had been crowded the other night, thanks to the two men who had been taking apart things for their own purposes. Still, Xelloss remembered the medical supplies, although they had seemed to be mostly light rather than the laboratory tools that he supposed were on the other side of the building. The most obvious items were, of course, the lab coats... but those were certainly medical supplies. Technically speaking.

"Does anything in this room look useful, too?" He was a little curious just to see what the king would want, if anything, here.

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Now that Porky had some makeshift weapons, courtesy of the janitor's closet, he could focus on less pressing matters. Like storage, for instance. At the moment, all Porky had to carry things in were his pockets and a bucket. That wouldn't do at all. Perhaps if Porky had some manner of bag...

In any event, everything in here seemed to be in cabinets and boxes, so nothing caught Porky's eye immediately. He began rummaging through the cabinet closest to him, but nothing useful seemed to be in there. Just a few uniforms and other miscellaneous articles of clothing. In the box next to it, however, were pairs of sterilized gloves and goggles. If Porky planned to use chemicals against any potential threats, it would be helpful to have a few pairs of gloves and maybe a pair of goggles or two to ensure that Porky wasn't hurt by the chemicals as well. A few of those went into the bucket.

But that didn't solve Porky's storage problem. In fact, the bucket was only carrying more now. Checking the boxes next to the cabinet offered a solution, however. The box was full of sheets and pillows. Grabbing one of the pillows, he pulled it out of its pillowcase and promptly discarded it, intending to use the pillowcase as a sack.

With his storage problem now solved, Porky began to look through the other boxes for anything else he could use. While rummaging through a few more boxes, Porky grabbed a couple first aid kits and a meal tray to possibly use as a small shield.

"Alright, Xelloss," Porky said finally, "I'm done here."

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If pressed, Xelloss could have explained that he was holding the shovel for self-defense, and that carrying supplies for Porky as well would weigh him down and prevent him from possibly fighting off monsters. Not that he'd ever specifically said that he would protect the king, had just allowed the king to raise the issue and then led the man along. Leaving him in a pinch would be entertaining if the opportunity arose...

Sadly, it just didn't seem likely for tonight, which was especially too bad considering how King Porky seemed rather satisfied with his gatherings. It wasn't usually that neat when there was an attack here, anyhow. Monsters had a funny habit of ganging up at uncomfortable times. It might be easier even if they were attacked to just fight than to try to escape and be hurt in the effort, and that wasn't worth it to see a king get eaten alive by some unlikely animal mutation, hybrid, zombie or chimera. As much fun as that by itself would be.

Taking bandages or other supplies for himself simply didn't occur to him. As long as Xelloss had spent in this human body now, the foresight that injuries needed cleaning and binding sometimes very quickly wasn't terribly driven in. Even when he'd been hurt, the Institute itself had cleaned it up efficiently overnight, like his own 'body's' regeneration. "Oh, you must have a very creative mind, your highness. I'm sure you'll do well here with that kind of mindset! I think it's the most important aspect to survival."

Well, that or hiding, but hiding wouldn't ensure nobody would come by the room at night and kidnap them away to whatever fate awaited those unfortunate individuals, like Lord Hellmaster. And being active was far more entertaining.

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