Night 44: M41-M50 Hallway

[razmaspaz.livejournal.com]

"Stop calling me Greg, it's weird!" Raz protested, but predictably his words were ignored, and the nurse left with his roommate without a sound. The door closed shut, and he was alone once again.

The events that occurred this dinner shift played through his mind over and over again, though he very much didn't want them to. It was bad enough that he got trapped here in the first place, but couldn't he have at least got a friendlier roommate? Really? Was that so much to ask for?

As he contemplated how to deal with this problem, it seemed that all he did was blink, and then the room was dark. The lock unclicked, and Raz knew what that meant.

"Time to get to work," he said to himself, as he grabbed his flashlight and headed out the door.

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[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

Depth Charge gave the Scarecrow one last hard look- as though turning up the cynicism in his stare would suddenly make everything clear to him- then nodded. "Alright. You're in."

There was something oddly final about that. Or maybe he was just looking into it too much. Well, whatever. His new partner certainly didn't seem daunted, and that kind of optimism was usually pretty catching. "First we hit up chemical storage, then we try the pharmacy," he explained gruffly, stuffing a map into his back pocket with his shears and turning to the door. "Let's go."