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Night 49: Main Hallway, 1-Center.
[From here]
As far as Yuffie could remember, the journey was a straight shot over to the central section of the main hallway; that'd put 'em directly across from the sun room, and then it'd be a quick right turn into the only door. Easy peasy. With her shuriken and the two SOLDIER dudes—Cloud totally still counted, only not—in tow, the little ninja led the way through the doom n' gloom.
Past the stairs, past the waiting room. There we go. "It's just through here," Yuffie said when they were close enough. "We'll be in the entry room. There's two file rooms, one on the left, one on the right."
As far as Yuffie could remember, the journey was a straight shot over to the central section of the main hallway; that'd put 'em directly across from the sun room, and then it'd be a quick right turn into the only door. Easy peasy. With her shuriken and the two SOLDIER dudes—Cloud totally still counted, only not—in tow, the little ninja led the way through the doom n' gloom.
Past the stairs, past the waiting room. There we go. "It's just through here," Yuffie said when they were close enough. "We'll be in the entry room. There's two file rooms, one on the left, one on the right."
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He made it a half dozen paces before speaking. In his own terms, it was more than he would have normally allowed. An effort in itself. He spoke without looking back, giving nothing away. "Why were you where you were?"
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"It's a high traffic area," he supplied blandly, "and my room was occupied." By whom should be obvious.
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Well, too late now. Sorry, buddy. Besides, he was better armed.
This way led out to the front door, didn't it? He almost wanted to try walking out that way while they were at it. The dangers outside probably wouldn't make it any different from going out the back, but there was something inherently funny about just walking out the main entry. He imagined there might be some giant Malboro-esque creature guarding the "gate" on the other side.
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"Do you know if there is still someone around who can do that? If I can find someone who can do it, getting the metal shouldn't be a problem." Yes, it might be gross, especially if he had to resort to taking apart stuff in one of the bathrooms to get it, but he was up for the challenge. Nothing was too gross after fighting a Marlboro.
Zack was enticed by the idea of getting a hold of a cell phone, he had to admit, and so he followed along quickly. He'd noticed the way Cloud was taking the lead, and while it was an odd change from what he was used to, Zack knew that it made sense when his friend was the one with the weapon in hand. Besides, it was good to see that the younger man was comfortable with his own abilities now, to the point that he could take charge without a problem.
He hadn't realized it would be so close, either. He had a few more questions he needed to set out for the two (such as who the heck Nanaki was and what kind of brainwashing Yuffie meant), but it was probably best if he waited until they were searching for their files. That would presumably take some time, so he'd have a spare moment to ask.
Letting Cloud and Yuffie step through, Zack took up the rear and stepped through the door last.
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"Usually you can keep to the doorway long enough to get an idea of the danger, and if it's too dangerous you just head back and figure out another course. Or there's always waiting. Ah, here we are," Brook stopped his rambling as they reached the double doors leading to the Sun Room. Normally he would have taken a peek inside from the hallway, just to see how things might have been going within, however this time he only tilted his head and questioned, "Were these doors always shut during the evening?"
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Although not normally very cautious, Minato took the time to press his ear up against the door. "I don't hear anything. We should move fast."
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Carter was already composing his goodbye note by the time he approached the Sun Room's door. A special note to ZEX regarding the book and a more blatant one about how he'd successfully broken out of Stalag Landel. It would really take too long to list everyone, so he'd have to make the goodbye very general. The people who knew him would get it.
It said a lot about Carter that he spent more time thinking up his note than he did planning his escape. Wasn't that the easy part?
[Waiting for Kairi]
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When Kairi entered this hallway, she stopped and looked around, trying to see if she could find anyone alone. Perhaps she could be of assistance to them? She hated to see other patients wandering around alone, especially because of the horrors that stalked the hallways once the shadows began to fall. At least she had a sword!
It was at that point that the redhead spotted a man who appeared to be alone, standing close to the Sun Room door.
... Hm, she could help him! Hopefully just because she was young wouldn't make him choose to decline her help.
"Excuse me," she began, moving towards the man with a curious look on her face. "Are you alone?"
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If Sam remembered it right, the files were supposed to be stored in here somewhere. In between the waiting rooms they'd all been taken to during the visitors. It made it a little easier to remember.
He glanced over his shoulder just to make sure Peter was still there—it wasn't paranoia; he knew very well how possible it was for someone to vanish in the blink of an eye—and twisted the doorknob gingerly. Locked?
Nope. That was good. Funny that it wasn't, though. Maybe they just didn't give a crap that people could get to these files? It was true that they didn't seem to contain anything especially useful, though one could say the same for...pretty much everywhere else. Supplies were always the closest they ever got to "useful." Information didn't even register on that radar.
He shook off the thoughts, gave the door a push open. He didn't quite enter just yet, eyeing the interior with one hand hovering near his gun until he was sure nothing was gonna jump out at them. As sure as he could be, at least.
He stepped inside.
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So this was where the files were -- right across from the Sun Room. It was something to keep in mind, although he got the feeling this was the last time he'd need to get a file. There was always the chance that something would come up, though, and it wasn't like it was hard to remember.
Peter realized how strange it was that Sam was the one in the lead, when he had been here longer. It once again made him feel like he should have been doing more, working harder. Still, he also knew thoughts like that were useless, and so he focused instead on following closely after his roommate.
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Haseo took several steps, but a few seconds after he'd basically dragged Leon along without really giving him an option, he realized it probably would have been better if he'd actually mentioned where they were heading.
"We were gonna see if we can actually get those files on us this time," he explained, passing a door on his right that he knew led to the waiting room. The place where 'patients' met their 'visitors'. He threw a look over his shoulder at the dark entryway, but ended up not remarking on his thoughts. From his map he knew that the room led to the same place they were going, but was it worth it? Maybe after they'd found those files...
And then Haseo looked at the other people in the hallway, and spotted that one guy, Carter- someone he really didn't want to meet up with at the moment. The Adept Rogue froze and ducked his head slightly in hope of not being recognized, quickening his pace to the entry room's door.
[ To heeere (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/895522.html). ]
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Haseo was already half-expecting the odd sense of turbulence again, and this time he managed not to falter upon coming out the other side. He tensed immediately once it was over though, shining his flashlight in front of him, back and forth and upward.
They were back to where they had been before, of course, and distinctly not the Sun Room as the cafeteria doors should have lead to. The Adept Rogue paused, staring distastefully across the hall at the actual main doors of the Sun Room, but not sure what to think. It both made and didn't make sense, especially since technically, the three of them had just gone in a door facing one direction and come out facing the complete opposite. Even most videogames were more consistent about their map movement than that.
"What is this? A real life warp puzzle?" he aimed at nobody in particular, and turned to his left to stride toward the waiting room he'd passed earlier. Who knew what the purpose of that little trick was, but if it was to keep them from their goal of the night, then by no means was he just going to give up.
[ Onward! (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/893126.html?thread=69433286#t69433286). ]
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"You can call me Donna, by the way. Donna Noble," she provided suddenly with a yell back over her shoulder. Usually she moved with those she already knew at night, but being the leader for someone she'd just met had its advantages. "I'll take it you're from Germany with that accent. Don't hear it much around here." Although she was pretty sure she'd heard someone with a similar sound in passing. With how this place worked, there had to be someone from there eventually.
And aliens. She couldn't forget that. But a German alien... well, technically the Doctor counted as a "British" one, so she should probably not be so prejudiced.
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Still, it was a little disheartening to hear that his accent was so uncommon. Was it just himself and Gilbert, then? Possibly, but they could make do if they had to. For now, he followed, trying not to think of the irony of his position. "Ludwig," he answered, though he didn't bring up his other point. He most certainly came from Germany. He was Germany.
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Feeling like some cocky hunter, Abe let the bird settle on his arm and carried him further down the hallway. "The Sun Room area is usually inhabited by a monster," he cautioned as he pressed his hand to the door. "There's no reason to think it won't be so tonight. I've been able to get past them in the past, through sneaking or direct combat, but you may wish to take shelter."
Not that a hawk wouldn't be useful, but birds were so delicate and Abe would hate to find his new friend injured. It was a shame his abilities wouldn't work through the wetsuit, he was absolutely dying to figure out what the bird was. He'd said one of a kind, so talking birds weren't common around here, but that left quite a lot of room. Cursed into animal form? Experiment in animal telepathy? Avatar of some winged god? So many choices.
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"This is all going to sound insane, but I hope you'll give an old man some patience." Even if Reeve didn't look that much younger than Mihai, he wasn't above using his years to his advantage. There really wasn't much else they were good for, besides inspiring pity and making wisdom more credible. "Whatever world you know, you've been taken from and brought here. The same goes for all of us. During the day we're herded around like sheep, and told we've all lost our minds. At night, it's a different story. It's like this."
Mihai stopped then, between two large sets of doors on either side of the hall. "We wander around freely, but there are monsters around that can attack us at any time. And no matter how far we go, we wind up back in our beds come morning." All of which added up to a seemingly hopeless situation. But Mihai's testimony wouldn't be enough for Reeve to stay put, which he knew because it wasn't enough for Mihai to stay up. Maybe it was a fool's stubbornness, but he wanted to think he could do something to make a difference in all this mess.
"I'm pretty sure they brought us through one of these doors when we came back from the town. I just don't remember which." And then there was the possibility that Mihai was completely wrong, and they ended up in the laundry room or some other place equally useless. Still, maybe he'd get lucky for once. There had to be at least a little good among the bad, just to balance things out.
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Instead he focused on the large door across from the potential exit, and considered Mihai's explanation. He was right, it did sound insane. Reeve wasn't sure if he ought to comment on it at all. He knew that if he did, he certainly wouldn't sound convinced, and that might create tension. For the time being, he could take the man's claims as simply his personal motivation for helping. Reeve had his own, which he doubted would go over much better than delusional stories of kidnappings.
"Well, we should head towards the back, I think," Reeve advised thoughtfully. "That's likely where anything we could use for protection would be kept." The building seemed very architecturally typical, which means kitchens and storage closets, with their knives and blunt objects, would be far from the front door. He reached out and pushed the door open, and as the old style hinges turned he grew increasingly worried that he had been moved far from Midgar.
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Logan slowed down at the edge of the hallway. The door halfway down was ominously dark, and foreboding was both the kind of thing you got used to and the kind of thing you learned to trust.
"You ever been through there at night?" he asked, voice a notch lower than it had been. "Last night the kid I was with rushed me through, but he was scared." He moved to walk slightly in front of her. Borderline offensive again, if she noticed, but if she walked into the room first and something got her right in the head, it'd be a goddamn speed record: met her five minutes before she died. There was still a slim chance that his healing factor was working, anyway.
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"The Sun Room? Yep, my first night actually..." Pausing in front of the door, she rested her hands on her hips as she explained her experience. "I dunno how scary it is, but we had to neutralize my friend's brainwashed roommate so he didn't hurt anyone else. I'm not sure if it happens every night, though... But it's the only way to the kitchen..." Her brown eyes caught Logan's and she smiled with an impishness that didn't exactly fit the dark situation. "Want me to go first?"
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Keeping a conscious, and subconscious, tab on where the youma was at, Teresa continued into the center hallway with Homura. "We did not get any further than the ridiculously ornate room immediately beneath the trapdoor," she reported. "There was a youma guarding the area that was engaged in combat with several others. Before we were able to cross the room to one of the usable doors, we ran out of time."
She continued, adding information not asked for. "My previous experience in the basement requires a minimum of three necessary to pass through the side doors. I have been through the eastern doors with another group where Landel taunts us with offered weaponry only to force a single member of the group into combat, testing their skill, while taking the weapons away from us." There was just the slightest sound of frustration in her voice. To have a claymore in her hand again and then taken from her was not something she was about to forget. Or forgive.
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Careless? She couldn’t be appreciative of advice that didn’t apply to her, just like she couldn't take the blame for failures that weren‘t hers. Besides, in a place where the victims in Homura’s scenario were weakened, unorganized, and generally unarmed, she thought the carelessness lay squarely with the one who allowed himself to be surprised. But different strokes for different folks, right? Anyway, there were only so many who had the right to make a comment like his. Speaking of…
"Sorry," she started inquisitively after a beat, "I don’t know how to address a war god. I’ve never met one before." To the other female, she amended her initial greeting as if she wasn’t aware of her staring. "Hey, Teresa."
Her flashlight, she now turned off and deposited in her sweater pocket opposite the radio. As for the rest, well, Yomi’s intention was to spend her time doing something worthwhile, so if that happened to involve tagging along in their wake, then she’d tag along. It seemed Homura’s blow-up the previous night wasn’t going to stop him from making use of her, and hopefully that would be the end of his reprimands on that subject, too. "If there are no hard feelings," she said, accepting the invitation before falling silent as Teresa gave her summary.
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They reached the center part of the hallway now. Rolo found himself surprised at how he actually didn't realize that he saw this place plenty of times during the day, as the Sun Room's entrance was here. It just looked different in the day, so Rolo looked at it differently. It was a little hard to think of this place as the annoying bright and cheerful activity room he was usually trapped in.
But it didn't matter, because his mission had nothing to do with this area. There was the rooms across from the Sun Room's entrance that he was curious about, but tonight wasn't the night for that.
He wanted to ask Greta if she had the chance to meet any of the doctors yet, trusting her information over Stephen's, but mentioning it would reveal too much about what he was trying to do. So he had to stay silent, instead.
... Maybe he really should consider using one of his scalpels.
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Of course, when they passed the doors to the Sun Room Sync had to quirk an eyebrow. Just where was Spike planning on going anyway? From what he remembered the only locations that could've been of interest in this area were the greenhouse and offices, both of which were spots he himself had yet to look over during his nights. Maybe this would actually prove more beneficial to him than he previously thought, but maybe he was just being too optimistic.
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Note for future reference: Just because one had a hand injury as opposed to a leg injury didn't mean running couldn't be painful. At the moment, however, he couldn't afford to care very much. A little pain sounded like a much better alternative to being skewered by a giant scorpion. Dear GOD.
Getting away from the thing was important, but should they continue running down the hallway, it was just going to keep chasing after them. They needed to duck in somewhere. ...Their given options weren't fantastic though. On one side, there was the Sun Room, which had proven itself to be nothing but disastrous every time he stepped foot in there. On the other, there was the room leading to the exit, which... hadn't proven itself to be much safer.
Before moving anywhere else, however, he glanced of his shoulder to be sure the other two were right behind him as well.
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But then things changed.
From behind her there was a sound, then first the stranger and then Klavier Gavin were yelling (or in Gavin's case, screaming - honestly, what a fool) and scrambling away. She'd only afforded a glance behind her, but when she saw what appeared to be a GIANT scorpion racing toward her, her mind had gone to two places at once: "this is impossible" and "men are absolutely useless." Still, she wasn't about to face one of those things alone and since the men were running, she covered the rear guard and tried to snap the leash's metal tip at the creature's face. Or where its face would have been if it wasn't some unholy demon arachnid creation.
"Get one of those doors open!" she shouted, coming to a stop and cracking the whip at the ground to (hopefully) keep the creature at bay. Scorpions weren't like lions though, were they... Whipping it to death probably wasn't an option. "You have thirty seconds!"
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It wasn't long until the mage reached the pair of doors she had seen on her map. To the left, the Sun Room. To the right, freedom. The choice was pretty obvious.
Rita paused a moment to examine the door, though part of the reason for her pause was to wait and see if Howl was going to come with her. She wasn't exactly being friendly with him, so it wouldn't have been a surprise if he stayed behind or wandered off. If Rita was her old self, she wouldn't have even bothered with an invitation, but lately she'd become so used to traveling with others that it seemed odd - maybe even a little uncomfortable - to go by herself.
"Not even a lock on it," Rita scoffed, her confident posture and haughty demeanor hiding the hesitation she felt in her mind. "Just how badly do they want us to escape?" It was probably a trap, she knew, but that wasn't enough to deter her. If Rita wanted to go somewhere, she would get there, no matter what anyone said or did.
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"They have something much better than a lock," Howl explained with a patient sigh, as if he had already said it but did not mind repeating himself. In truth, he had only alluded to such a thing, but it all seemed so obvious to him. With long strides, he passed her, and pushed open the door. Rather than step through himself, he held it ajar for her and gestured with his other hand.
"Please." He smiled, without a care in the world, or at least none on the surface.
[I can move us next time, or you can? WHICHEVER. Also, I'm back for real now. I'm sorry. :c]
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The Sun room could hardly be called a far destination, but he had heard this area was usually guarded during the night. Upon walking closer, he couldn't hear any sounds of battle, however. Odd, but hardly a reason to lower his guard.
He cast a glance over his shoulder, watching if Ratchet-san still followed.
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They were heading for the room with all the skylights in it, for reasons Ratchet couldn't begin to guess. There'd been nothing of interest in that room the last time he'd been there; he couldn't imagine that it was magically different just because it was nighttime. "Looking for something?" he asked, fishing for more information while trying not to look too clueless. Everything he said to this guy seemed to be a question. It was irritating. If the stupid human would just throw him a spark-damned bolt now and then...
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Originally Xigbar had been planning to go up to the second floor, but with Xemnas around, he kind of changed his plans. First order of business was to get to the Sun Room and see if anything big was going down there. If not, he'd plan his next move accordingly. It all depended on seeing if the Big Nexus of Bad Things had something bad. If so, it'd be a great learning experience for the Superior.
He sure hoped something happened. Xemnas was one for efficiency instead of camaraderie, and if he thought Xigbar was of no use, he'd drop the Freeshooter like a hot skillet. And wouldn't that just be his luck? Live for months in this place and get done in by his old boss?
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They continued to retrace steps often taken during illusion of normalcy maintained during the day. More patients chose to linger in the corridor, mostly pairs or small groups, but for now the Superior did not pay them more attention than what was necessary.
Their direction soon became obvious as they approached the double doors leading to the Sun room. So II hoped to find answers of the announcement's meaning in here? He had only visited the lounge during the day; what did the Freeshooter hope to find in this room when the institute's light had been extinguished?
It was only one of the many questions Xemnas still had. But he would continue to follow for now, see what II wanted. Instead, he asked a different question:
"Are there more of our ranks within this facility?"
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There was the Sun Room, and there was the room she'd spotted earlier, the one that sure looked like an exit. Leela paused, and gingerly made as if to tap at the air in front of the doorway, more than half expecting a shock from the force field she suspected was there. Nope. She looked over at Chise, a little sheepishly.
"I, ah. Thought it might have a motion detector." Which she would have set off, but better a little clueless than getting classed as Crazy Lady From the Future again. "Is that the way out?"
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"If I can recall, this should lead us to the building's main entrance." She continued, opening the doors to what should be the entry room.
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"How can you just talk about it like that?" he demanded. Kakashi, sure. It made sense that Kakashi could be calm about it. He wasn't an Uchiha, so it hadn't been his loss. Maybe it was because this had something to do with Sasuke's brother, but...no. If anything, Sasuke should be more upset than Obito.
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[[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/912157.html?view=69871133#t69871133)]]
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And here they were in front of the Sun Room doors. For once, they were closed and Mori stopped for a moment, listening carefully. He couldn't hear anything notable inside, unlike the nights before when he heard fighting or smelled blood. Right now, it seemed like the area was clear and so Mori didn't waste any time. If they had a clear shot at getting across, he was going to take it while they had it.
Making sure Mitsukuni was well balanced and keeping one hand on his thigh just in case, Mori eased the door open with his free hand and stepped inside.
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She slid forward, moving quietly. The door needed was close-by, and from there... Three steps to the right and over, and the last time she had been there. Was with Toph. And Dairine. Both were gone now. The Digimon exhaled, taking in strength on the intake.
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He did hope Kazuchi (he needed a better nickname) had a good idea of what they were going to do. If it wasn't interesting and Grell lost interest, it was likely he'd have to make the evening interesting and kill this man as he had hinted at earlier. Maybe it might even give Grell a nice little star on his record for having apprehended a criminal and help blot out the huge black mark where he'd given in to temptation and become one.
With the chainsaw resting on his shoulder, ever in plain sight of his new companion, Grell twirled a strand of hair around his index finger with his free hand. "Kazutaka... That's an Oriental name, isn't it? Not Chinese, but...that other one." The one that had just recently been brought out into the world by those former upstart colonists, the Americans. Japan? Grell hardly paid much attention to what happened under other branch jurisdictions, but he had noticed that quite a few of the people here were from that little country and it was interesting that he should finally meet one now. Before this, it had all been Britain or America or...some weird robot planet. "How long have you been here?"
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The adjoining hallway was disappointingly empty of other pray, but that was fine for the moment. It was the use of his given name that caused a flicker of irritation. Though he'd taken American clients who made the same mistake, it was rare that they did so more than once. He should have known that Grell would be the overly familiar type, but this did confirm some suspicions. He was from a foreign branch of the bureau after all. Strange that he was so fluent in the language when he could barely remember its name.
"Is that a joke?" He smiled slightly, almost mocking. "Call me Muraki, or doctor if you'd prefer. I'm not certain how long I've been here. I'm surprised the boredom hasn't driven you out of your mind. Tell me, my dear, how long has it been since you last bathed in that lovely red?"
Continue forward or take one of the nearby doors? If they ended up outside, it might be more trouble than it was worth. Arbitrarily, he led them through the wide open doors of what appeared to be a lounge.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/889995.html?thread=69991051#t69991051)]
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The entrance to the Sun room was ahead to Sechs' left, but a closed door to his right gave him pause. Was that the door that led to the institute's entrance? Wait... No, the next door ahead was for that; from what he recalled, the door nearest was supposed to lead to a lobby. He hadn't been to either of those places yet, but could those closed entryways bring him and Forte to somewhere better?
Slowing down to a less vigorous walk, Sechs checked to make sure that Forte was close by. "Hey, I'm gonna try out this door," he said, approaching the first entry whilst fumbling to tuck his flashlight under his arm. "I think it's supposed to be for one of those front lobbies or something..."
With one hand free, Sechs reached for the knob and pulled. It didn't make the most sense, plus picking this door seemed a pretty random choice, but if Sechs couldn't find out a weakness to a challenge, he was going to poke and prod the problem until he found it.