Night 40: M91-M100 Hallway

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"Well, time to get a move on."  Teisel was a little curious about the box Pencil-Neck was going on about, but it probably wasn't anything too interesting.  His mind went immediately to the thought of trap-box reaverbots, and those were nothing but a pain in the ass. 

Hauling the two pipes out of the closet, he settled them comfortably over his shoulder, picked up his flashlight and set out.

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As soon as he woke, Phoenix couldn’t remember what he had been dreaming about. That didn’t stop him from starting up with his heart in his throat, hairs prickling along the back of his neck, pulse pounding deafeningly in the echoing silence of the room. He released a slow, shivering breath, then grumbled something inarticulate and irritated, rubbing a hand over his face. He couldn’t even pull a specific image or narrative from his mind, just the certainty of threat and the fear of something coming at him slowly, inexorably-

Get a hold of yourself, Phoenix. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, standing slowly before going to the closet to get dressed. He’d meant to just take a short nap once he finished dinner, certain that the lights-out announcement would wake him, but obviously it hadn’t. On the up side, at least, his head was feeling much better. He hoped that meant his reflexes were better, too – especially with plans as they stood now.

Making sure that Godot’s flashlight still worked, he packed the rest of his pillowcase silently and left the room without a glance back. He had an appointment he couldn’t afford to be late to.