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damned_institute2009-12-12 03:55 am
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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.
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.

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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.
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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.
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That way, they didn't miss anything and maybe they would get more useful stuff.
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She crouched low to look at another label before tossing several more bottles into the bag.
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