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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[16hitmagnum.livejournal.com]

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Kagura grabbed her side. Now that she had time to rest she realized that her wound didn't just hurt. It really really really hurt. She looked at her hand and saw blood, smelled blood and tasted blood. She got her flashlight from where she hid it (in her pants), pulled up her shirt and checked. The wound was shallow, which probably explains all the blood. She reached for a towel to mop it up and tied them together to from a makeshift bandage. That should help a bit.

There was hardly any food in the kitchen, just a lot of stoves and cooking utensils. She guessed they were all in another room. The evil lunch lady didn't chase her into the room. Now was her chance to grab some food, eat, and run back out.

She could still hear her and the man in the other room though. The woman was pretty strong. And she'd never seen the man fight. He didn't seem that strong, just really creepy. Kagura shook her head. No, she shouldn't worry about him. He was the enemy! He tried to kill Zura!

It was when she managed to spot some knives when she realized that he was out there without a weapon.

[deadlyjuliet.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/580806.html?thread=48243910#t48243910)]

Oh, now that was a nice smell. Grell came into the kitchen in time to catch a whiff of blood in the air. And a pretty little girl to go with it. Such a shame that he had to keep moving or he would have helped her. Inasmuch as a death god helped anyone who was bleeding - which probably meant Kagura was lucky Grell had other things on his mind.

Giving the unknown girl a look, Grell sauntered on out toward the cafeteria (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/585347.html?thread=48244611#t48244611).

[16hitmagnum.livejournal.com]

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Kagura quickly ran back into the kitchen, dumping all her food on a large bowl she found nearby. She took some knives, not for herself but for that man. She didn't want him to die, but she didn't want to save him either. She opened one of the packs of jerky and popped one inside her mouth, running out of the room and into the cafeteria with her knives and her food.

[qui-gonjinn.livejournal.com]

Qui-Gon blinked...and suddenly found himself lying on the floor, with no memory of falling down.

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.

[toobothersome.livejournal.com]

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The door ahead of them was already open, luckily, and as the four moved through it, Shikamaru pulled it shut behind them. It didn't lock, but it would hopefully stop those in the cafeteria from using any magic or weapon that required a line of sight.

The room smelled like blood: bad sign. Given the silence and stillness, though, it was most likely that someone had escaped through here after being attacked by the person or people in the cafeteria. Just in case, he cast the beam of his flashlight over the surroundings.

Aside from the spilled blood, the kitchen was even cleaner than the one at his house--a feat, considering how often his mother made him clean the damn thing. There were no visible monsters or people ready to attack, so he stepped aside to a drawer and quickly slid his fingers around the edges then pulled it out a quarter inch, listening for giant roaches or ants or sentient silverware or whatever the hell haunted the kitchen. Satisfied that it wasn't rigged or a habitat for man-eating washcloths, he balanced the flashlight between his chin and shoulder and yanked the drawer fully open.

Judging from the disorder, it seemed someone else had been here first, but after pushing around the spoons, he did find a few very dull knives. Shikamaru moved quickly, not wanting to hold up the group but working as quietly as possible within those constraints. "We can sharpen this stuff later," he said, picking up a couple triangle-shaped things with wooden handles. What the hell? For cake? Nothing he found was especially sturdy, but they'd run out of scalpels eventually and those blades were thin to begin with, requiring a precision that was difficult in the dark and possibly bending or breaking when used against anything with armor or a protective shell.

The instruments were useless now, so he didn't bother offering them to the others. After a few seconds of trying to fit more than a couple knives in his pockets, he gave up and glanced across the others. Somehow, Kakashi had managed to keep his usual clothing, and the assortment of pockets there should be enough. "Can you hang onto these?" he asked, holding out the findings. "We'll just get rid of them if we find something more important."

[mukuchi.livejournal.com]

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As soon as Mori was in the kitchen, he turned to watch the door. Hikaru, Kaoru and Wolfram were going to need to come through the cafeteria and if they ran into problems, Mori wanted to be able to be the first person at their side. The fight looked nasty and he was thankful that none of them had gotten caught up in it so far, but how long that luck held out was another thing.

At least they'd reached the kitchen this time. Now Mitsukuni could make his cake and hopefully Wonka would feel more at home.

[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

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Kagura breathed a sigh of relief when the kitchen appeared fairly empty, save for a few patients here and there. She tried to keep out of their way and waited for Bridget to show her the next step. She'd never been to the basement, only heard about a secret way there. Actually going though, she'd never made it that far.

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

Finally! They had finally reached the kitchen! All that was left to do was grab a whole bunch of knives and wait for Landel to magic Porky away to the safety that was daytime!

Still panting heavily from his fight with the ghost, Porky began rummaging through the drawers in the kitchen, hoping to find a few sharp knives.

...

"Why aren't there any knives here?!" Porky shouted, "I go through hell and back and get humiliated by a ghost just so I can not get any knives?!"

Well, shit. That meant that the night had been officially wasted. The whole point was to find stronger weapons, but if the kitchen didn't even have anything useful in it, then Porky might as well have nearly died for nothing! No point in letting all of his effort go to waste, though. Porky looked through the drawers one last time to see if there was anything he could use to fight something. Nothing really stood out, except for one thing: a drawer full of frying pans. Porky shuddered.

...No. Porky couldn't use those...things. Not after he had been attacked with them so brutally...but they were the only things there that could be used to fight with! Porky didn't want the night to be a waste...

"Alright, Commander," Porky sighed, "Let's get all of these pans into the pillow case. No sense in letting the night go to waste...even if it does mean taking...frying pans. Tomorrow night I suppose I might as well stock up on baseball bats..."