Night 49: Pet Supply Place

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And this was not the Sun Room. Or any room at Landel's that he'd seen. The odd twisting feeling made Abe's hand slip from the door handle against his will and it slammed shut, leaving him in a far more cramped room that smelled faintly of animal food and wood shavings. "What in the world?" he whispered as he reached for his flashlight.

It looked like some kind of storeroom or shop, with a counter and things sitting on shelves. A bag at Abe's feet was labeled as kitty litter (a substance that Abe was, unfortunately, fairly familiar with)

Tobias still held on his arm, Abe crept forward into the new place. "I don't suppose this is familiar to you?" he asked, holding his arm out slightly as if to give the hawk a better view. Doors that went to more than one place weren't unfamiliar to him, but he hadn't done anything unusual this time. Save carrying a bird, but the bird hadn't seemed to expect a change either.

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[buteo-sapiens.livejournal.com]

< Sounds pretty useful, aside from the horrible pain thing, > Tobias said, peering down behind the counter, then straightening again. < Anything interesting out there, Abe? >

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"It looks like Doyleton. The, ah, the town we were taken to earlier today, it's only a short distance from the institute." Abe cautiously opened the door again, standing back from it and letting only his arm pass through the opening. It seemed safe enough, the area outside is gloomy but harmless and it certainly was not leading right back to the hallway.

"Come on," Abe said urgently, gesturing for the bird to go with him. "This may be our only chance."

[buteo-sapiens.livejournal.com]

< What, seriously? > Tobias fluttered over-- this place was cramped, too cramped-- and looked out into the rain. < Why would they... you know what, I don't even want to know how the guys behind this place think. Let's just get out of here. >

[bprd-fishman.livejournal.com]

"They don't think like normal people," Abe said as he opened the door. It was clearly raining and dark, not a magical portal back to the Sun Room. Perhaps the effect had been a one-off.

With his bat clutched tightly in his hands, Abe took a cautious step outside.

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