Night 48: M81-M90 Hallway

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[M88]

Leon told himself not to be disappointed that he would be working again tonight rather than getting an extra break. If Jun hadn't disappeared he would have been working anyway. Now he had the opportunity to take care of the offer he'd made Guy a while back. (Which was good, since then he wouldn't have to worry about it any longer.)

He didn't even know if Claude's friend was bringing any metal, and his own supplies were dwindling. Soon he might have to call in a favor from Haseo. The older boy had wanted something to do, hadn't he? The pillowcase was pulled out once more, and the young mage went over his inventory to make certain he'd have enough for a sword of a decent size and weight (assuming that was what Guy wanted). When he was certain he'd be able to manage one more bit of alchemy with what he had, he moved everything aside and sat waiting at his desk.

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Re: M85

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As Porky heard Guybrush tromping down the hall, he quickly hid himself in one of the nearby rooms, keeping the door open barely enough so that he could see how the idiot would react, but not so much that the "mighty pirate" would be able to see Porky and possibly deduce that it had been Porky that started the fire.

The very first thing that Porky couldn't help but giggle at was when the buffoon tried to open the door using the handle. Really, Guybrush? You're going to open the door to a burning room using a metal handle? Really? Of course, Guybrush revealed his name in the process, proving that perhaps stupidity was contagious. Anyone forced to share a room with that idiot Scott Pilgrim was sure to see his IQ drop a few points. In any event, Porky had a pretty good idea of how he was going to spend his next nightshift.

Finally, Porky couldn't help but collapse with laughter when the almost frightfully stupid pirate started yelping and jumping around, neglecting to think through how he would manage to walk on fire with normal shoes on. Of course, Porky wasn't an idiot, so he shut the door to the room he hid in before Guybrush could hear him laughing and wiped a tear from his eye.

"Oooh...good times..." Porky sighed as he sat on one of the beds. He briefly toyed with the idea of running over to the kitchen to grab some graham crackers and marshmallows to make s'mores with, using the burning husk of M85 as a fire, of course, but eventually decided that it would be too much effort.

With no regard to the true owners of the room, Porky reclined on the bed and fell asleep.