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damned_institute2009-03-05 11:11 am
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Nightshift 39: Kitchen
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Sanzo jerked awake, cheek pressed against the floor. The monk immediately went for the gun. He hadn't gone to sleep that last shift, not while he hadn't made a decision about Takasugi. What the fuck? Had they drugged the food? He was curled on the floor - and he definitely wasn't in that cell any longer - his fingers around the Smith & Wesson. Sanzo pushed himself up.
He flicked the flashlight on, and looked around. An island in the middle, pots and pans above, a familiar metal door. What the hell was he doing in the kitchen?
Sanzo rose, the gun scraping against the floor with the movement. Something was going on here. He'd only woken up like this once, and that'd been that time in the morgue.
What was going on here?
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Sanzo jerked awake, cheek pressed against the floor. The monk immediately went for the gun. He hadn't gone to sleep that last shift, not while he hadn't made a decision about Takasugi. What the fuck? Had they drugged the food? He was curled on the floor - and he definitely wasn't in that cell any longer - his fingers around the Smith & Wesson. Sanzo pushed himself up.
He flicked the flashlight on, and looked around. An island in the middle, pots and pans above, a familiar metal door. What the hell was he doing in the kitchen?
Sanzo rose, the gun scraping against the floor with the movement. Something was going on here. He'd only woken up like this once, and that'd been that time in the morgue.
What was going on here?
[To here
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The Jedi Master pushed himself up, frowning, and assessed himself. Other than being unable to account for one minute being with Obi-Wan, the other on the floor, he felt fine. It was just like last night, when he had over a day he couldn't account for. Looking around, the Earthian glowrod's beam flickering, he spotted Obi-Wan, still unconscious and not lying too far away. Kneeling by his friend's side, he laid a hand on his shoulder and gently, but urgently shook it.
"Obi-Wan," he said, voice calm. Inwardly he wondered if there had been another gap in time, what this could possibly mean. To Qui-Gon, it was like there had been no change in time, however - he still wore the same robes and boots he'd traveled this way in, the knife and the rest of his scrounged up supplies still on him.