Scott pulled together the last of his own inventory in his jacket pockets, having somehow managed to change in front of Guybrush tonight without being too weirded out. "Yeah, you rock the look pretty well, but it totally wouldn't suit me at all. Later, dude!" he called out after his (famous) roommate.
He gave one last check over himself. On hand, he had his flashlight and the bigger of his two lengths of pipe. In his pockets, he had a couple of garbage bags for potential item collection, pens for on-the-fly projectiles, some batteries for the flashlight, and the radio just in case another weird broadcast went out. He felt fully stocked up. And yet it still felt like he was missing some things. Which was silly, because if it turned out he'd forgotten anything, he could always just run back to the safety of the patient blocks and his room, right? Was he forgetting something else here?
Nah. Pro'lly nothing important. It's just Nightshift jitters.
With that flimsy handwaving of the ominousness he felt, Scott set out into the halls.
Re: M85
He gave one last check over himself. On hand, he had his flashlight and the bigger of his two lengths of pipe. In his pockets, he had a couple of garbage bags for potential item collection, pens for on-the-fly projectiles, some batteries for the flashlight, and the radio just in case another weird broadcast went out. He felt fully stocked up. And yet it still felt like he was missing some things. Which was silly, because if it turned out he'd forgotten anything, he could always just run back to the safety of the patient blocks and his room, right? Was he forgetting something else here?
Nah. Pro'lly nothing important. It's just Nightshift jitters.
With that flimsy handwaving of the ominousness he felt, Scott set out into the halls.
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