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damned_institute2010-02-19 05:26 pm
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Night 47: Morgue
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It took little to notice the drop in temperature as Tenzen entered the next area. Goosebumps appeared on his skin, though he refrained from the urge to shiver. He had to wonder how such a thing was possible; the hallway certainly hadn't been this cold and he had never heard of rooms aligned next to each other that were so drastically different in temperature. On the other hand, this facility held many sorts of things he had never heard of, was not used to. The lights in the ceiling for instance, or the contraption the head doctor used to relay messages...the shift in temperature was one more thing adding to the list of mysteries.
The room was pitch black, making it difficult to determine whether something lay in wait or not. All the more reason to remain on his guard; the corpse of the rat he had seen earlier certainly wasn't everything Landels had to offer. Keeping his ears perked for any noises, he began trying to determine in what sort of room he had found himself in. Three unoccupied beds, he noted, along with the large cabinets lining the wall.
It took little to notice the drop in temperature as Tenzen entered the next area. Goosebumps appeared on his skin, though he refrained from the urge to shiver. He had to wonder how such a thing was possible; the hallway certainly hadn't been this cold and he had never heard of rooms aligned next to each other that were so drastically different in temperature. On the other hand, this facility held many sorts of things he had never heard of, was not used to. The lights in the ceiling for instance, or the contraption the head doctor used to relay messages...the shift in temperature was one more thing adding to the list of mysteries.
The room was pitch black, making it difficult to determine whether something lay in wait or not. All the more reason to remain on his guard; the corpse of the rat he had seen earlier certainly wasn't everything Landels had to offer. Keeping his ears perked for any noises, he began trying to determine in what sort of room he had found himself in. Three unoccupied beds, he noted, along with the large cabinets lining the wall.
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"Mele," she responded as he chose the noisiest way to open the door. She would have said something, but Mele couldn't imagine the other doors had been opened without force. Still, it made her antsy, and her gaze flickered to the darkness around them before following.
...And into cold storage. No, this was way colder. Mele shivered, instinctively bringing up her left hand to rub at her bare arm. "What's with this room?" she muttered, ducking around Tall Guy Yakushiji and shining the flashlight around. Were those beds? In this air?
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Walking into the room was like walking into the precinct morgue -- a wall of cold, dry air hit her as she stepped in. Lana swung her flashlight around for a quick overview. Cabinets lined the walls, and a handful of beds made makeshift examination tables. It was a morgue.
There were also two more people in the room. A man was exploring the cabinets, and a young woman was completely ill-dressed for the temperature and looking uncomfortable, though whether it was the temperature or the setting, Lana wouldn't know without asking. She pulled her jacket closed, and stepped further into the room, giving Harvey room to enter as well. She looked back over her shoulder at him -- he'd sounded irked at not being here first, though after a week he must have had previous opportunities. Should she let him handle the introductions? Probably; it would put him in charge of their two-man team, and she was more than willing to cede the position right now.
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The temperature change and those shelves built into the wall made it obvious that this was a morgue, which was definitely one of the more intriguing things that he'd found in this place. He was willing to start searching through to see if there were any bodies currently being kept here, but it was obvious that he couldn't do that until they conferred with the two who had gotten here first.
At least it didn't look like there was anything here that they would have to fight over. Harvey wasn't planning to drag a corpse around with him, at least.
Lana hadn't yet spoken up. So much for diplomacy. "We're just looking around," he spoke up, "if that's all right." There was no reason why they couldn't all get a chance to examine the area, so he hoped that the strangers didn't put up a fuss. Just judging from the other man's expression, he might turn out to be problematic, but Harvey wasn't going to jump the gun.
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The pair consisted of a young woman and a man. Notably, half of the man's face was disfigured to the point where the man's tendons were shown in detail, yet it failed to throw Tenzen off. Many of his fellow ninja sported various disfigurements due to years of inbreeding, and though this seemed to be more of the case of an injury rather than birth, it was hardly anything that would surprise him. Either way, it would seem the pair was looking to investigate this area as well.
"Do what you wish," Tenzen answered. "As long as you do not stand in the way." They were no members of the Kouga clan, therefore not quite worth picking a fight with which would certainly take more of the night than he wished to.
Instead, he finally pulled open one of the metal drawers. It was empty, though it's size indicated it to be big enough for a person to easily fit into. Accompanied by the beds...
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The peacekeeping attempt was strange—patients actually working together? No, wait, she and Yakushiji were being considered a group, weren't they. Probably Mele was just terrible at picking people to question in the day.
"What he said," she replied, inclining her head at Yakushiji. She'd just turned around to shine the flashlight into the dark spaces behind her when what Yakushiji was doing caught her eye. ...Why did that thing look like it was made to fit something long and whole? Like a body? Like a coffin?
She had no reason to believe it did, though, or that it was some kind of grave-drawer. She shook off the vague feeling of unease, and, before it got too cold, Mele went around to all the corners, illuminating them first and putting her hand into them. No one or no thing invisible hiding in the corners, at least.
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Mr. Dent didn't appear to recognize these two, nor vice versa. How many of those dormitory rooms were full? Though neither gave his injuries more than a long glance, which might indicate either familiarity or a high frequency of serious injuries among the kidnapped. Hmm.
She turned directly to Harvey, but pitched her voice to carry -- the question stood for all three of the others. "Are we looking for a body?" She let her coat slide down over her hand before grasping a handle, and pulled open a drawer. Empty, as were the ones the other man had opened. The corner of her lips quirked just a bit. This entire place was asking her to play along, so why not? "And if so, human or no?" She punctuated the question by sliding the first drawer closed with just a bit more force than necessary, and then opened a second.
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It didn't really matter. Moving along with Lana, he also opened a drawer, and was almost disappointed to find it empty. It wasn't that he was eager to see a corpse, especially not after Doyleton, but it would have been a possible clue. It would have them more than a whole lot of nothing, anyway.
"Not sure," he said tersely in response to the woman's questions. "This is my first time here. Just seeing what there is to see." Which wasn't much. At this rate, it would probably be best if they just kept moving. It was a letdown, when he'd initially wondered if he'd finally stumbled upon something noteworthy here.
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The unfamiliar woman only confirmed what the ninja had concluded of this area thus far; this room was used to store bodies. Tenzen had little interest to look for corpses, especially if they only were of fellow patients that had perished (he at least couldn't imagine why anyone would place the rat corpse from a few hallways back into such a drawer). Even if he had the desire to investigate any bodies, it would seem the cabinets were empty tonight.
Hnn. Perhaps the rooms further up ahead were more useful.
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How macabre. Storing bodies indoors, in metal contraptions where they could be slid out, rather than in the ground. Must be the same, though, for the dead—it would have been just as dark, just as cold. ...The shivering was only because of the temperature of the room. It was.
"I'm not," Mele said in response to the other woman, hating the waver of her voice as she walked quickly over to one of the doors she'd spotted. "I'm going."
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The next few drawers yielded nothing new, which was both relief and a conundrum. She didn't want to find a body; being accustomed to the sight was not the same as desiring it. Even if her fingers itched with each handle-turn to find something.
"Shall we, Mr. Dent?" Without risking another glance back at Harvey's face, she shut one final drawer and stepped over to the closer door, the one the other woman had left untouched. Which, if any logic held, should be an autopsy room. Though where the logic was in having a fully-functional but empty morgue, she wasn't quite sure. Nor what kidnappers needed with a morgue in the first place.
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