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damned_institute2010-02-18 01:51 am
nobleman) wrote in damned_institute2010-02-18 01:51 am
Night 47: Staff Research/Medical Reference Library
[From here.]
The room that they entered turned out to be far larger than Guy had expected it to be. Raising both eyebrows, he used his flashlight to do a quick scan over the area. He spotted a few bookshelves and even some of those computer things, but none of them seemed to be active at the moment. It seemed that there were quite a few of them scattered around up here, though, seeing how there had been one in the pharmacy too.
Coming off of his earlier conversation with Edgar, Guy was particularly eager to mess with one of the things, but... he did have something he was supposed to be doing, didn't he?
Not that Guy saw anything remotely weapon-like in this place. That didn't mean there weren't other things of interest to be found, though. He took a few steps forward and started to look around more carefully. "There might just be something promising here," he muttered, half to himself and half to Claude. If not a weapon, then information.
The room that they entered turned out to be far larger than Guy had expected it to be. Raising both eyebrows, he used his flashlight to do a quick scan over the area. He spotted a few bookshelves and even some of those computer things, but none of them seemed to be active at the moment. It seemed that there were quite a few of them scattered around up here, though, seeing how there had been one in the pharmacy too.
Coming off of his earlier conversation with Edgar, Guy was particularly eager to mess with one of the things, but... he did have something he was supposed to be doing, didn't he?
Not that Guy saw anything remotely weapon-like in this place. That didn't mean there weren't other things of interest to be found, though. He took a few steps forward and started to look around more carefully. "There might just be something promising here," he muttered, half to himself and half to Claude. If not a weapon, then information.
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Upon entering the room, his gaze traveled across the area along with his friend's flashlight beam. It looked like this was some kind of library, if the rows of bookshelves were any indication. But what sort of library? It didn't look like the one on the first floor, that was for sure. Was this for the exclusive use of the staff?
"You may be right," Claude softly replied. Maybe it would give them more insight into the purpose of the institute. "Let's have a look around."
Even though the computers didn't seem to be working, that was still the first place Claude checked. After giving the mouse of one of them a quick tap, however, it became apparent that they weren't on. Frowning to himself, he shined his light around the CPU in an attempt to look for a power button. But even when he thought he'd found it, the machine still remained quiet.
"Rats," he grumbled. Getting their hands on a working computer would have been great, but this obviously wasn't the place to do it. Guess he'd just have to stick with the books for now.
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He considered asking Claude if there was any other way he could think of to get them working, but he was sure that his friend would have already tried if that was the case. He was just going to have to accept that he wouldn't get to indulge in his tech love tonight.
Well, unless they moved on to a different room and got luckier there.
Sighing, the swordsman turned away from the screens and then glanced around, wondering what else might be of interest. The only other thing that really stood out was the books, and so he started for one of the shelves and pulled a book off at random.
Shining his flashlight on it, Guy realized it was some sort of medical text. Which made sense, of course, but it wasn't exactly helpful. "Guess they don't usually want us reading up on our so-called illnesses," he pointed out as he placed the book back in its original spot.
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When Guy moved toward the bookshelf, Claude quietly followed after him, curious as to what he'd find. Peeking over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of some of the medical jargon and a diagram of the human body staring back at them. It seemed like the sort of thing someone would find tucked away in one of the universities back home, a relic of the past, though no less accurate for its time. There was no mention of creepy experiments, or of any sinister plots to brainwash anyone -- only the sort of thing you'd expect your friendly family doctor to own.
He had a sinking feeling the rest of the library was going to be the same.
"It's like they want people to think they're actually respectable," Claude muttered as Guy put the book back. "Anyone who didn't know any better would take one look at this room and assume it's all legit."
Frowning to himself, he took a moment to glance around at the shelves. Had they really broken down the door just to sort through a bunch of plain old medical books?
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Well, they might be helpful for someone who already had a base knowledge about these sorts of medical procedures, but Guy was pretty clueless when it came to that. He'd been able to rely on gels and the Artes of his friends for most of that.
"I guess," he said in response to the other man, his tone somewhat unsure, "but someone wouldn't have to look too hard to realize that this place isn't a normal hospital." It made him wonder at how Landel hadn't been found out yet. The townspeople were clueless, but that was because they were all just part of this game; they might all be dead already, if the night they'd spent in Doyleton had been any indication.
It also made Guy pretty certain that the daytime doctors weren't in on it all. He'd only met with a doctor once, but Hatori had seemed so unaware. Did the nurses even know? Though that was something he'd thought about before, and he still couldn't be sure.
"Anyway," he continued with another glance around the room, "is there anything else to check out here?" He didn't think so, but maybe Claude had noticed something he'd passed over.
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Regardless, this room looked like it was all just part of the charade, and little more than that. The fact nothing of interest had caught Guy's attention while he looked through a few more books only seemed to support that. It made sense, really. That door hadn't been too hard to break down, after all.
Upon hearing Guy ask if there was anything else he wanted to investigate, Claude took a second to look around one more time. The rows of shelves probably didn't hold anything different from what they'd already seen, and the computers weren't working. Anything he'd hoped to get out of coming in here was pretty much impossible.
"I think we've seen all there is to see," he replied as he walked toward the door. "Maybe we should look at what else they've got in this hallway." As soon as he said that, Claude poked his head out into the hall. Looked like it was clear out there. After glancing toward his friend, he slipped out of the room, sure that Guy would follow.
((To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/821476.html?thread=66280420#t66280420").))
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And here was the same as when she saw it prior. Albeit, the Digimon amended, from a different angle. Lying prone on the floor gave one a strange outlook of one's surroundings, but still the bookshelves were spread throughout the room, and on the tables in the center were the computers glimpsed before.
It was a simple solution, if it was applicable. Each kind of computer had a different power input cord, but if it could spliced to allow possible currents.... She moved to the center of the room, eying the shadowed corners warily. The machines seemed similar, but she was thorough. Each power cord was taken and wrapped tightly into a knot. She glanced around again, wondering. This was all that she needed to accomplish here. All else would transpire elsewhere.