Night 46: M31-40 Hallway

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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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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!"