damned_institute | Night 46: M31-40 Hallway

Emmett left his room empty handed again. It was tougher navigating without a flashlight, but it felt more comfortable. Especially with what he was going to have to do.

Outside seemed like his best bet for hunting. The dogs that attacked them last night didn't exactly smell fresh, but their blood was slightly more appetizing-- and much more likely to be digested by his system than the human food that kept being shoved in his face. Unfortunately there was also the chance that he wouldn't be able to find a semi-living, warmblooded animal out there again. Apparently there had been some Night of the Living Dead theme going on recently. So who knew, maybe it was going to be Swampthing or Frankenstein night-- he did hear that nutjob mention some bullshit like that. If that was the case then his natural prey couldn't be ruled out as an option.

He kept to the wall as he walked down the hallway. It was still early and relatively quiet. Feeding on someone he didn't know was definitely way better than attacking a friend, he was sure the others would agree...

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"The zombies...that was the night or so before I showed up, correct?" He remembered mention of them before, but really didn't know what to make of it. "And were they actually zombies? Like, risen from the grave and all? Two steps from pulling a Thriller move or something like that?" --providing that Recluse's world HAD The Thriller. In any case, that probably took things a step too far, but even still...

"It's just...you know, I'm probably very lucky that I haven't seen anything nasty around here since I arrived, it's just...zombies? They didn't go for the head, did they?"

"The same night you arrived, actually. You were just stuck at the Institute, apparently in an area where the zombies didn't reach." That whole thing had been something to do with Alec Doyle. Who was now apparently gone, again. There was more than a part of him that was angrily demanding an explanation for that useless power display.

"And yes, many of them did actually dig themselves out of the ground. And they did try to bite." Recluse smiled, as if remembering some vicious amusement. Which he was, really. "They just didn't really succeed, that's all." The things had been brittle. They looked slightly less well-preserved than the ones that tried to stage an apocalypse in the Rogue Isles every so often. Or the ones that many masterminds made for themselves. They certainly weren't as capable as either, otherwise the few living beings in the town would have been overrun.

Hart had been a lucky one--in his world, he'd never had to deal with zombies. Nearest to that were the Rogues-under-Neron's-control, but that had been more of a spiritual possession and less of a the-dead-have-risen campaign. He'd thank the Gods that he'd gotten to miss yet another instance of them in this world.

"Well...that's..." Small talk. That's all it was.

So the desire to be useful finally won out over his physical condition.

"I have a code to write." he said as he stood, going to retrieve his notebook and a pen. "You said it yourself that they were monitoring the board. We wanted one anyway. I've got to start on this is we want a reliable way to communicate when we're not face to face..."

Notebook open, the man began to scrawl out all manner of things--mostly music notes.

"I'll rig it up in threes and fours--like the keys of a phones, you know?" He spoke as fast as he wrote, nearly manic. "--like A, B, C for the number two? Only you take a note and it's position denotes the letter. Just vary up the notes you use and it's easy! Right?"

At least he was putting his energy to good use...

"And it doesn't even have to be playable music in the end! I don't know who or what they think I'm supposed to be here, but so long as I can play the musical savant, who cares what the notes say? We're all supposed to be crazy, right? It'll work!"

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