Nightshift 46: Patient Possessions Storage

[lawful_perfect]

[From here]

As von Karma set foot inside this room, he clicked his flashlight back on and waved it around to see whether any dangers were present. So far, all he could see were two long shelves on either side of him, containing small, flimsy boxes in apparent alphabetical order.

He scowled as he looked at the numerous boxes. Would the items in his even be worth all the trouble he and Ms. Taura had gone through just to get here? Would his box contain something that he could use against Martin Landel... or would it merely be full of worthless items designated for a fictitious college professor? It was certainly too much to hope that "Dr. Fuchs" had carried a stun gun.

There was only one way to find out what was in his, however. As the prosecutor commenced scanning the shelves for the letter "F," he said, "Ms. Taura, look for a box that is labeled 'Fuchs, Karl.'" He saw no need, however, to ask his companion to help him look for another box he sought, belonging to a "von Richter, Wilhelmina."

[OOC: Edited (the final time, hopefully!) to make the room's description more accurate, thanks to Court's response to my lounge post. <3 ]

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[sir-savien.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/788068.html?thread=64803684#t64803684), also at a different time from everyone else]

The door had been kicked open. That was the first thing Kvothe noticed as they reached the room. It swung open easy at a touch of his hand and the flashlight beam bounced from the no longer so orderly rows of boxes within. "Well, I guess we don't have to worry about getting in," he muttered to Demyx under his breath. Each of the boxes was labeled with a name, and he started moving toward the 'K's. "How are they ordered?" He asked after a moment, looking toward Demyx. "Our real names, or the names they call us?"

[sitard3d.livejournal.com]

"The names they call us, 'm pretty sure," Demyx replied, idly moving along the shelves and occasionally peeking into boxes that had interesting names on them. He couldn't actually help Kvothe much in the way of looking; he didn't know the name the institute called him. "I didn't really need to know for myself, 'cause my sitar was sitting out by itself; too big. But when I was here before with my roommate - I don't think the boxes had the real names of the people they were for on 'em." Too bad he hadn't remembered what those names were; maybe he could have found them and seen if there was anything useful he could bring back for Soubi or Ritsuka or Kio.

"How big's your lute?" he asked, as an afterthought. Maybe it wasn't in a box, either.

[sir-savien.livejournal.com]

He held his hands apart approximately the length of the lute. "Probably too big for any of these boxes," he said. At least if you wanted to get the lid on, and anything else inside..." He shone the flashlight around again, the beam stopped after a moment on a dark shape that wasn't a box. "Like that, maybe." He rushed toward it, grinning as he recognized the shape. "It is!" He tucked the flashlight under his arm as he carefully pulled the lute from the shelf, the box next to it was neatly labeled "Keane, Charles," and he pulled that down, too.

[sitard3d.livejournal.com]

Demyx felt as though a weight was lifted as he saw Kvothe lift the lute into his arms with that wide smile. Responsibility, maybe, since he'd been the one who'd promised to help him get it back; maybe some sort of sympathetic stress, too, since he knew himself the feeling of a musician without his instrument. Either way, he found himself grinning right along with his bandmate.

"Mission accomplished," he announced, holding up a clenched fist in victory. "You'll have to play it for me sometime." A thought struck him. "Or hey, maybe we could even do a duet!" Actually, he wasn't sure if he'd ever actually heard a lute, so he didn't quite know if its music would blend well with a sitar, but - well, they'd find a way. He'd used to think humans would never accept a Nobody, either, and he'd been proven wrong more times than he'd ever have believed since he'd arrived at the institute.

[sir-savien.livejournal.com]

"I will," he said as he examined the case, opened it to run a hand over the smooth wood with affectionate reverence. "And we should play together sometime, I'd like that." He firmly fastens the case closed again his shoulder before turning to the box so that he could shove anything inside into pockets or the lute case so that it would be easier to carry. It was mostly oddes and ends that he'd look more closely at later, a rectangle of stiff paper that he didn't recognize was carefully put in with the lute, he couldn't see what it was in the darkness and he figured he'd take a closer look later. Photographs like that didn't exist where he was from. As he finished he asked Demyx, "Is there anything else that you want to look for while we're up here?"