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damned_institute2009-11-30 12:31 am
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Nightshift 45: Staff-Only Outdoor Patio Lounging/Eating Area
[From here]
"Or maybe incendiary rounds, right? Just set that zeptoliter ablaze!" he laughed, waving his arms about enthusiastically as they came out into the moonlight. He came to a halt by the edge of the patio, looking out over the courtyard. Didn't look like there was any activity down there yet; a bit disappointing, though he could hear some noise from the rec field. Too bad the view was blocked by the building at the other end of the patio.
"Still, maybe some heat-seeking missiles? Just imagine sending a set of those on a trajectory in that directional," he said, pointing towards the courtyard, "just to see who they locked onto and erased, right? They wouldn't even know what hit 'em!"
Now Sho was hoping he really would run into a robot to derive parts from.
"Or maybe incendiary rounds, right? Just set that zeptoliter ablaze!" he laughed, waving his arms about enthusiastically as they came out into the moonlight. He came to a halt by the edge of the patio, looking out over the courtyard. Didn't look like there was any activity down there yet; a bit disappointing, though he could hear some noise from the rec field. Too bad the view was blocked by the building at the other end of the patio.
"Still, maybe some heat-seeking missiles? Just imagine sending a set of those on a trajectory in that directional," he said, pointing towards the courtyard, "just to see who they locked onto and erased, right? They wouldn't even know what hit 'em!"
Now Sho was hoping he really would run into a robot to derive parts from.
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Well, it wasn't totally his thing.
The image was pretty fucking sweet, though. He could go with hypothetical images. Especially if he imagined one of those unsuspecting targets having Giovanni's face on it. Hells to the yeah.
"Now I kinda hope we run into these robots of yours, Triangle Man," Haine said, still clearly amused.
Haine hadn't been aware there even was a courtyard. There didn't seem to be anything going on here, though. Where the hell was everyone? Not that he needed company, but he had to sort of wonder.
But then the thought passed, and he wondered how far away they were from their destination.
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Striding across the patio, Sho wondered what the room across the way was; the patio was set with tables and umbrellas, so it seemed this was where the staff ate, so the likelihood of a kitchen in this sector seemed high. Maybe that was it?
If it was though, then this trip might be truncated prematurely; when he tried the doorknob, it firmly refused to budge. After a few seconds of jiggling, shaking, kicking and muttered irrational numbers, Sho had made no progress on opening it.
"The factoring door's locked! What! A! Gypsum!" he shouted, enunciating these last few words with several blows from his shovel. The door remained unimpressed.
[He's trying to open the door to the Security Station :|]
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"Hey, this gun has some kind of acid in it. Think we could melt through it?" he asked. He sure as fuck hoped so, because so far, the thing was just a pain in the ass.
[I've never had a character do anything like that so idk how exactly we work it.]
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Sure, the squirt-gun looked like a remainder from a pool party, but if it would get the job done, Sho was all for it!
"Give it a test shot," he suggested, standing clear of the way. "Even if doesn't work on the door, it'll probably mess up someone's optics, so no point in using it all before we test our hypothesis."
[It's a red door, so I'm pretty sure we just "insert fail here"]
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Haine aimed the gun and fired. His aim was dead on, and the acid hit the knob square in the center...
And dripped to the floor rather unimpressively.
"Apparently it's the really crappy kind of acid," Haine said, flatly. "Well, fuck, man, I don't know how to pick a lock like that. Too bad we don't already have that flamethrower."
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"Well, if we had the flamethrower, we wouldn't even need to be up-" the Reaper began to rant, turning about, but his voice cut off as he saw the other side of the patio, illuminated in the moonlight. Across the way was a full 100% more doors than he expected to see.
"Reverse your polarities, Haine, it seems we've still got options yet." Striding across the way, Sho kicked any chairs or tables in his path out of it, reaching the other side in a few seconds. Taking a hold of the door they had not entered from, he was pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked. Well, it seemed at least something was going right.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/765802.html)]
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Of course, the real question of the day had been, did he belong here? Joshua was starting to be less and less certain. He feared a relapse--and a loss of himself and a return to the nightmares--more than anything else, but it had never happened before and might never happen again.
Joshua stepped outside and took a deep breath of the cold air. He looked across the darkened, barely visible landscape and breathed out a plume of mist like meth smoke. No. He wasn't going back to Scourge, but he wasn't going back to what he used to be either.
What was Landel's really doing for him, anyway? He could spend the rest of his life with coloring books and free food and never have a reason to recover in the first place, or he could get his ass on out of here tomorrow morning and go do something useful with his life. All this cracked out place had done was hold on to him until the withdrawal wore off and he could have done that at home with his door locked against zombies and spiders. He'd just walk out, go pull a few things together, and not look back on any of this garbage.
Well. Maybe. He'd come visit Piper, at least. He seemed like he'd need the company.