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prodigalson ([personal profile] prodigalson) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-12-12 03:55 am

Nightshift 45: Pharmacy

[From here, skipping a few halls for time's sake.]

The pharmacy looked much the same as last night, but he did notice that the bottles he scattered had all been picked up; every labeled bottle on the shelves was upright, all the labels facing outward. Upon further inspection of the room, his brows turned down in pure... confusion.

The computer on top of the white desk, pushed to the wall, was silent, untouched. But it wasn't broken, the monitor whole instead of sparking fragments. He knew he had destroyed that computer. Pushing that machine off of the desk had been one of the actions he had hesitated to think over, knowing the volume of the crash might have attracted... well, something. Could it be the same computer? Logic said no. Experience said possibly.

"I don't understand," he mumbled, ignoring the shelves for a moment to examine it. He couldn't know for sure if it was the same one, but it seemed to be. The same model. Same black screen. Same plastic smell. Same dustless surface. "I broke this computer last night. Could they have replaced it so fast?"

Either way, it didn't matter. He hadn't come here to mess with modern technology.

[identity profile] vitale.livejournal.com 2009-12-12 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Three days? The thought made Bella frown. “And I just saw Edward yesterday morning … and you last night,” she told Emmett, her frown only deepening. “But I talked with someone yesterday who told me this kind of thing would happen, so …”

She was pretty well informed. The thought made her feel at least slightly better about the current situation.

Following behind Edward as closely as she could without actually touching him, she looked around, peering carefully over the banister over the large room below. She couldn’t actually see anything down below, but she could hear voices …

Shuddering, Bella continued to follow, trying her hardest to memorize her footing just in case she needed to go to the pharmacy some other time … which, knowing her, would be highly likely. All at once she remembered that she was to speak with Inspector Lunge again and he was going to give her a map, and she quickly spoke up. “Oh, the man I spoke with yesterday said he would give me a map when morning comes. Maybe I can try to make copies of it for all of us …?”

Entering the pharmacy, she looked around, using her flashlight to look around. She had no idea what to pick and what not, so she simply stood back in the corner and watched.

[identity profile] kagurazuki.livejournal.com 2009-12-12 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/763211.html?thread=62735947#t62735947)]]

Luckily, it didn't take them very long to reach the Pharmacy. She hoped they'd have time to gather some things that Toshiro would find useful. When she'd come before with Citan, they'd just grabbed whatever they could.

"I'm not sure exactly what they need, but I'm sure anything would be helpful. Maybe... we should just get a lot of different ones?" she whispered, letting go of Bridget's hand so that she could take out her pillowcase.

[identity profile] roger-hug.livejournal.com 2009-12-12 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Bridget untucked his own pillowcase from the waistband of his pants and nodded. "Okay," he said. "I'll start on this side if you want to start on that side and we can meet in the middle?"

That way, they didn't miss anything and maybe they would get more useful stuff.

[identity profile] kagurazuki.livejournal.com 2009-12-12 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure, that's fine," she nodded, but was careful as she made her way further from Bridget, glancing at the tall shelves and sneaking her way deeper into the room. She started in the back corner, grabbing a handful of bottles from each group as she went. It was hard to see exactly where Bridget was from her spot, but they'd meet up soon enough, right?

She crouched low to look at another label before tossing several more bottles into the bag.

[identity profile] roger-hug.livejournal.com 2009-12-12 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Bridget was being careful as well. It was harder to see anything in the gloom when Kagura moved so far away, but she hadn't left the room and that was what was important. He was careful to take something from each shelf, occasionally, turning to try and get a glimpse of the label before putting it in his bag. There were a few first-aid items here and there and he grabbed a few of those as well as he moved slowly around the room.