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damned_institute2010-05-18 01:49 am
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Night 49: Walk-in Refrigerator
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Upon stepping through the door, Peter had felt a weird rush of blood to the head, something that put him off-balance for just long enough that he couldn't quite place what had happened except that they were definitely not in a file room. The sudden drop in temperature was the first clue, and his original guess was a morgue.
As it turned out, they were in a cold storage area for food. Blinking his eyes a few times to make sure that he wasn't somehow seeing things (though why would he see this?), Peter stepped up next to Sam and continued to look around, mouth slightly open.
Maybe Sam had gotten mixed up? But still, it made no sense for a refrigerator to be just off of the main hall like this. Rubbing his hands over his arms to try and keep warm, he glanced over to his roommate with a puzzled expression. "This... isn't supposed to be here, is it?"
Upon stepping through the door, Peter had felt a weird rush of blood to the head, something that put him off-balance for just long enough that he couldn't quite place what had happened except that they were definitely not in a file room. The sudden drop in temperature was the first clue, and his original guess was a morgue.
As it turned out, they were in a cold storage area for food. Blinking his eyes a few times to make sure that he wasn't somehow seeing things (though why would he see this?), Peter stepped up next to Sam and continued to look around, mouth slightly open.
Maybe Sam had gotten mixed up? But still, it made no sense for a refrigerator to be just off of the main hall like this. Rubbing his hands over his arms to try and keep warm, he glanced over to his roommate with a puzzled expression. "This... isn't supposed to be here, is it?"
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He blinked once, twice. That—yeah okay, this wasn't right. Definitely very not right. Peter looked just as bewildered as Sam was feeling.
"I don't..." He made a half-turn, eyes narrowed. "This is weird." Stating the obvious, but what else was there to say? They'd somehow walked straight into a storage freezer from a hallway. How did that even—?
Man, he knew they'd reached their destination with far too much ease.
Truth was, Sam had a feeling he knew exactly what'd happened: they'd walked into one door and landed in another place entirely. That part wasn't hard to figure out, even if it took a few seconds of readjustment to wrap his head around it. How was the problem. Whether it was an illusion or something much more physical, it was no simple matter. But then, what else was he expecting? If there was anything the past several nights had taught him, it was that whatever or whoever was pulling the strings on all this, they had a more than a decent chunk of power behind them.
Godlike, he wanted to say. It would fit, wouldn't it? Not the trickster he knew, but maybe another one with an equally sick sense of humor. Still, it didn't feel right. The theory, that was. It didn't quite click, not all of it. He was missing something.
He furrowed his brows, but shook off the flurry of questions crowding his brain. "Let's just get out of here."
They could stand in the fridge all night, it wouldn't do any good. If he was gonna be confused as hell, he was gonna do it somewhere warm.
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"Are they really that set on us not getting files?" he asked, mainly to himself as he reached out and pressed against one of the ice-cold walls, trying to test if this was even real or some sort of elaborate illusion. Landel was once again showing them just how strong his power was -- or, if not him, then he at least had someone who worked under him and had abilities.
"I wonder if they teleported us," he continued with a frown. Sam seemed eager to keep moving, but Peter was wondering if there were any clues as to how this had even happened. He wasn't seeing much, though, and someone like Hiro would have had a better chance of puzzling it out. There were a lot of things about this place that Hiro would have understood, though maybe that would have just unsettled him. Powers could always be twisted around and used for the wrong reasons.
In any case, nothing was standing out and it was getting a bit too cold even for him to bear. He glanced back to Sam and nodded. "Yeah, all right." With that, he stepped back through the door they'd just left with his roommate in tow. Maybe there had just been some sort of weird short-circuit of powers, and they could try this again.
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Okay, so it wasn't exactly closure, but he felt better leaving that place than entering it, and hanging out with Sechs was definitely paying off.
Stepping through the door after Sechs, though, after catching his breath from the warp he found himself... cold. Very cold.
Shining the light around, he saw shelves and shelves of boxes. Nothing terribly exciting, but there was some potential. If they could stand the cold that long.
Trying not to seem bothered by it, he turned to Sechs. "Well, think we should search this place or move on?"
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Once again, that nauseating sensation shook up Sechs' senses as the sounds, sights and smells of the Tasty Burger were instantly taken over by new ones. When the Replica's brain had finished scrambling to catch up with the new environment, he didn't like what he was getting so far.
For one thing, the room was pitch black and a lot smaller, if not almost claustrophobic. Yet what vexed Sechs the most was the temperature...
"Argh! Shit!" he snarled through an uncontrollable shudder, "Are we in a fridge now?!"
As soon as those words left his mouth, Sechs felt the poison gleefully enliven to the chilling black environment, meanwhile his encouraged mood took a sudden nose dive. Within seconds he was already shivering, nearly doubled over from the poison's clenching grip inside his back.
Dammit! Why did this have to happen now, and in front of Forte of all people?! He couldn't stay here too long...
Resisting the powerful urge to hug himself against the cold, he shuffled forward, nearly slipping on the freezing ground, until he was leaned up against one of the shelves. He didn't want the other fighter bumping into him like this.
"Huh?" Sechs glanced at Forte, setting his face into a (nearly) impassive expression. He hoped Forte hadn't seen him shivering like that a second ago. "I don't know what we can get out of this place, other than frozen food..."
Fighting to keep his composure as unflappable as Forte's, Sechs scanned the room with his flashlight, but he was having trouble seeing through the increasing shadows that were steadily creeping into his vision. Trying to look past the drug's onslaught of mirages, Sechs stalked around the room until he felt something uneven under his boot. Glancing down, the Replica noticed a worn down piece of tile that looked out of place compared to the rest of the floor.
"Wait a sec..." Clenching his teeth down to keep them from rattling, Sechs knelt on the cold floor to inspect the odd tile. He dug his fingers into its loose edges and pried the entire thing off, revealing a trap door beneath.
Grinning despite the discomfort he was experiencing, Sechs gestured Forte over. "Hey! Looks like there's more to this place than just food!"
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"Hm... yeah," he couldn't keep the disappointment out of his voice. He felt kind of stupid suggesting they search what was obviously just a storage area for food, not any kind of tools or cooking implements (after all, why would they need to be kept cold?), and it finally occurred to him that there were probably knives or other useful, metal things at the Tasty Burger. Oh well...
The cold was getting to Forte now too, with a few involuntary shivers, and he was ready to move on when Sechs spoke up.
He rushed to see what he'd found, nearly slipping, and his face lit up at the trap door. "...do you know what that is? That must be the way to the basement!"
Oh, hell yes, this was great. Depth Charge had refused to tell him how to get there, but now (at least, if he could find the refrigerator again) he didn't need instructions.
"I bet that's where the real fun is," he explained, heading down immediately, despite knowing he'd most likely end up somewhere else. They'd found probably the best thing in the room already.
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Another sensation of dizziness washed over him as he stepped through the door. What followed was the sudden cold, and Scar already realized that this wasn't quite anywhere near where they were supposed to end up.
The former lion knew enough about hallways to conclude the current area wasn't one of them Instead, he and his thus far nameless companion had suddenly found themselves in...
"The food storage?" The same one he had visited a few nights prior, when he had located the entrance to the basement. For the record, said food storage wasn't anywhere near the recreational field or the second floor hallway. Once again, a completely different part of the institute. Yes, Landels and his distinctive sense of humor again. It had happened two times in a row, even an ignorant fool couldn't brush it off as a coincidence.
"Oh, goody, it has happened again." Whatever it was. He wasn't sure whether to call this interesting or irritating, however.
Except, how was this even possible? Then again, they were in Landels Institute. If they could pull individuals from various worlds and even change their forms, having them move from one side of the institute to the next shouldn't be too alarming, even if any logic in this situation escaped him completely.
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"Dude! Cake and ice cream! Awesome!" In an instant he'd left the other patient's side and had scooped up both items, tucking the tub of ice cream under one arm awkwardly while he juggled the plate of cake and his flashlight. "Man, I dunno about you, but I am starving. I mean, this teleporting thing kinda sucks, but at least this isn't so bad?"
Oh right, he should probably offer some to the other guy as well, just in case. Not to mention ask the guy's name, since it looked like they might be having to spend some time running around through whatever was going on for a while. "Hey, you want any, uh... Sorry, I didn't ask your name, did I? I'm Wally West."
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Scar barely had any time to respond to the sudden exclamation when his companion had already scooped up two items of which the edible-factor looked to be rather questionable, or at least they would if anyone would ask a former lion. Well, at least someone was enthusiastic about visiting a food storage. Some individuals had such simple needs.
And some individuals could eat while standing in a monster-infested mental hospital in the middle of the night while being seemingly transported to random parts of the area. Well, it would seem it hadn't been a completely lost cause for at least one man. How fortunate.
Just his luck to run into someone who's apparent thinking process revolved around food. Now, where had he seen this before?
He resisted the urge to sigh and roll his eyes at the offer. "I am Scar," he answered. "And...no thank you." It took an effort not to make a face at the 'food' Wally carried. It didn't even have to do with his lack of appetite. Truly, what sort of food was that?
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Which, honestly, he'd actually need if they ran into any trouble. He'd had enough to eat during the day that he wasn't actually running on empty like he'd almost been last week, but with how they were getting tossed around the place? He'd want to be sure that he'd be able to take care of them both if anything bad happened.
"Well, I guess we keep moving then?" he said aloud, heading back over to Scar and the door. "I mean, we've been thrown around the place whenever we went through a door so far, so I guess it's going to keep happening. Hey, maybe we'll get lucky and there'll be some spoons in the next room. Eating ice cream by hand is messy even for me."
Managing a laugh at his kind of lame joke, Wally pushed open the door and led the way onwards.
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