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damned_institute2010-05-20 11:16 pm
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Nightshift 49: Patient Possessions Storage
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Raphael stepped through the door that opened onto the Rec Field and... found he wasn't in the Rec Field.
"What the hell?" he said, shaking his head to clear the weird feeling of dizziness and staring around the room with blatant confusion. This sure as hell wasn't outside, in fact, it didn't even look like anything he'd seen in the patient blocks. Just where the hell was he anyway?
"Somethin' musta happened when I went through that door," he muttered to himself. The dizzy, faintly sick feeling was kinda like what he'd felt some of the other times he and his bros had been thrown around space and time and other dimensions, but if whoever was running this place had done something to him or something to the building, Raph couldn't tell.
"Great, so where the hell am I now?" Edging away from the door and flicking his flashlight on, Raph took in the numerous boxes around the place and the names written on them, none of which gave him any better idea of what the hell this was all about. There didn't seem to be anything else of interest around though, so he cracked open the closest box and checked what was inside.
Some photos, an empty wallet, and a notebook was the reward for his curiosity. Useless, useless, and useless. He'd have been better off outside.
"Screw this!" Raph snarled, tossing the box away from himself to smack into some others in the dark He picked up a couple of closer ones and threw them as well for good measure. "You're gonna have to try a lot harder 'en that to slow me down!"
He wasn't sure if whoever was responsible was listening right now, but it made him feel better. He'd retrace and try getting outside some other way then. It wasn't like this was the only door, after all.
Turning to head back the way he came, Raph opened the door again to head out to what was hopefully the hallway in the dorms.
Raphael stepped through the door that opened onto the Rec Field and... found he wasn't in the Rec Field.
"What the hell?" he said, shaking his head to clear the weird feeling of dizziness and staring around the room with blatant confusion. This sure as hell wasn't outside, in fact, it didn't even look like anything he'd seen in the patient blocks. Just where the hell was he anyway?
"Somethin' musta happened when I went through that door," he muttered to himself. The dizzy, faintly sick feeling was kinda like what he'd felt some of the other times he and his bros had been thrown around space and time and other dimensions, but if whoever was running this place had done something to him or something to the building, Raph couldn't tell.
"Great, so where the hell am I now?" Edging away from the door and flicking his flashlight on, Raph took in the numerous boxes around the place and the names written on them, none of which gave him any better idea of what the hell this was all about. There didn't seem to be anything else of interest around though, so he cracked open the closest box and checked what was inside.
Some photos, an empty wallet, and a notebook was the reward for his curiosity. Useless, useless, and useless. He'd have been better off outside.
"Screw this!" Raph snarled, tossing the box away from himself to smack into some others in the dark He picked up a couple of closer ones and threw them as well for good measure. "You're gonna have to try a lot harder 'en that to slow me down!"
He wasn't sure if whoever was responsible was listening right now, but it made him feel better. He'd retrace and try getting outside some other way then. It wasn't like this was the only door, after all.
Turning to head back the way he came, Raph opened the door again to head out to what was hopefully the hallway in the dorms.
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Indy charged through the doorway with a flicker of righteous indignation, ready to demonstrate that they were exactly where he'd said they'd be, and it really was just a problem with the maps, so if the kid would just-- That was as far as he got into his mildly satisfying mental victory before it came to a crashing halt. This was not the room with the counter.
What it was was a fairly large room filled with boxes, each labeled with a name. A few of the ones close to the door looked like they'd been thrown around. Indy had never seen the room before in his life. Looking down at the map still in his hand, he struggled to match what was in front of him to one of the labels--one of the storage rooms? Patient possessions?
It didn't matter. There was only one way out of the mail room. This wasn't possible.
"Either of you ever seen this room before?" he asked in a tight voice.
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...this wasn't the room.
Nunnally froze in place, staring into the darkness with eyes wide as she struggled to reconcile what she knew with what she sensed. It was entirely possible that the lights had been turned off in that room after she left, but... this place didn't have the same feel. Or smell. There was none of that sickly-sweet chemical tang, the stinging odor of antiseptics -- this room smelled musty and closed off, like a room for storage.
She backed up one halting step, then another to the side, and half-collapsed against the wall next to the door. What was happening here? Was it another part of the doctor's insane experiments? She knew that was the door she'd just walked through, and yet it led somewhere else. Or did she only think that was the right door? Could she really trust her senses anymore?
Sudden panic gave her the energy to turn and grab at the door latch again, her breath catching in half a sob as she fumbled with it for a moment before managing to get it open. Please let me find someone this time, she silently begged as she stepped through.
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