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Nightshift 49: Megahit Movies

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Spock managed to catch his balance as he stepped through the door, expecting to find some sort of hallway, as the maps he looked at once before on the bulletin had indicated. Although it was true he didn't regard those supposedly patient-made maps as absolute truth, Spock had not anticipated on walking into a room such as this one, either. Lightning flashed through the windows, briefly illuminating shelves that held a modest-sized set of boxes, many of which were scattered onto the floor. Spock held his light up, and his beam fell onto some of the damaged tiles on the floor.

They were no longer inside Landel's Institute, Spock realized. Dark eyes glanced over toward McCoy, though the Vulcan didn't immediately speak. Rather, he took a cautious step forward, studying the area carefully as a low rumble of thunder shook the walls. While he did not detect any lifeforms in the immediate vicinity, that did not mean they could let their guard down, either.

He approached the window that was near the door, gazing out into the torrent of rain. It was dark, and difficult to see, but another flash of lightning gave him a glimpse of some of the structures he recognized from Main Street.

"Fascinating," he murmured. "It appears we have been transported to Doyleton."

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He'd been expecting a room more like the pharmacy at the very least. Something that looked like it was at least part of the same general design as the rest of the hospital. What he got instead was the door falling out from under them and dumping them into a room that didn't look anything at all like something that might be used for "disciplinary therapy". That was if the wall plaques were to be trusted. Lightning flashed through large windows, followed by a rumble of distant thunder that he could have sworn had been further away before. What he saw didn't look anything like it belonged in a medical facility.

The realization came first, that this wasn't the institute, followed by the disorienting sensation that this wasn't where they were supposed to end up as a destination. His body caught up seconds later with the realization, stomach flipping over belatedly.

It looked like Spock had come to the same conclusion, and rather than suffer disorientation like any other human being, was just calmly coming up with his own theory of how. He met Spock's eyes. The doctor's face was looking just the slightest bit green. "That wasn't like any transporter I've ever felt."

The ones generally used among the Federation gave this tingling sensation right before you were swept up, likely due to your very atoms being scattered to nerves frying at the thought at everything that could go wrong. He could have sworn that he'd get goosebumps or the hair on the back of his neck sticking up too sometimes, always right as the transporter effect was taking off. Even so, there'd always been some sensation prior to an actual beaming.

He hadn't felt any of those when they'd gone through that door. There wasn't a single warning; one moment they were in the institute, the other, they were suddenly here. Wherever here was.

"How?" They'd never been dumped like this before during the night, and not just from breaking a door open. He looked around, shining the flashlight on the little boxes on the shelves. He didn't recognize this particular building at all. "Where are we anyway?"

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How was certainly a valid question. Spock adjusted his grip on his bat and turned away from the window as he mulled over possible answers. Perhaps this was a result of the same technology Landel used to move the patients to their beds whenever he decided they'd had sufficient time to wander the halls. If that was the case, then they could not discard the possibility that it was a different method of transporting than the one 23rd century Starfleet personnel were intimately familiar with.

In all likelihood, however, the only person who knew for certain was Martin Landel himself. Though that did not mean Spock was not interested in looking into the matter, he understood that he had too little data to use for assembling a solid hypothesis for the time being.

As for where they were...that was far easier to deduce, fortunately.

"One of the buildings located in the area the patients were allowed to wander through today, I would assume," Spock answered. "Whether we walked into a trap attached to that specific door or not, however, remains difficult to say. Possibly, Martin Landel did not want us entering that particular portion of the building."

Regardless, Spock didn't believe it was to their benefit that they'd been separated from the building, and in turn, the other patients in the area. As isolated as they were, it would be difficult to retreat or seek aid if they came under a sudden attack that a bat and flashlight were not well suited to combat.

The science officer approached one of the shelves now, his light falling onto the boxes that were scattered in seemingly disorganized rows.

He could say with some certainty that it must have been the ground he didn't cover, because this interior didn't look familiar. He could see a lot of shelves, a front desk and a single door.

Spock was already wandering off, the flashlight beam swaying to track on the shelves. McCoy bent to examine some of the boxes scattered on the floor. He picked one up, turning the tattered thing in his hand. The slim box was faded, looked water damaged and torn. He couldn't make heads or tails of the few scattered letters that remained. Nothing that gave him a clear sign of where or when this was.

"I don't see what good it does having a trap send us out here. He'd have an easier time keeping track of us in that building of his," the doctor said. "He could have just used a solid lock, like that first door."

He gently put the box back where he found it and rose. There was something downright eerie about this place. They'd only been here hours before, a place bustling with activity, quaint, but with a recent human presence. This place looked like it hadn't seen civilization in at least a week. It felt more like it'd been abandoned.

Stepping over boxes and fallen shelves, he made his way to the window and looked outside. Spock was right. That was Main Street, sure enough. McCoy squinted. The rain was coming down in heavy sheets, pounding against the windows and the roof and streets. There was a flicker of lightning, the whole area illuminating in one instant, and with it a humanoid shape further down the street, before the area was plunged back into darkness.

"Spock, did you see that? There's someone out there!" he exclaimed.

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"That may be so, although you must admit this method may give our captors more to observe," Spock said. Doyleton currently looked far more like what he imagined it should look a week after the so-called "zombie" attack. He doubted it was a coincidence, and the fact that they had managed to cover much of the damage up during the day likely said more about Landel's influence in this area more than anything else.

Either way, Spock didn't believe that their being sent out here was a mistake on their captors' part. They would likely need to further explore the area if they wanted to discover why, however.

The science officer looked up from one of the damaged boxes when he heard McCoy say he saw an individual outside. Perhaps it was another patient who had found himself in a similar predicament. After setting the container back down onto the shelf, Spock moved over to where the doctor was standing. Although he hadn't seen the figure himself, he trusted that McCoy was telling the truth.

"It may be someone who can provide us with more information," Spock said.

He had to agree with Spock on that one. Since there was a lot they didn't know about this place's purpose, they could only go on what they observed and theory. As demented as this all sounded, explaining it as another aspect of an experiment made some sense, an introduced stimuli to the subject. He could just imagining them somehow sitting back and taking notes.

Spock joined him. There was another crack of lightning within seconds of the Vulcan reaching his side. The figure was flooded with white light once again, enough time to see the humanoid was closer now. They staggered, and then the light vanished, quick as it came.

"Maybe, or they could be hurt," wandering out in weather like this, alone? Maybe it could have been a trick of the light, but he could have sworn that was a pronounced limp to that person out there. McCoy was already heading for the door, kit tucked under his arm. Spock seemed to understand; the first officer was on his heels already.

The doctor pulled open the door and went through, preparing himself for the cold and downpour.

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"I'm okay!"

Kibitoshin hit the ground with a (curiously painful) thwap (that sounded far louder than it should have done). He rolled over, wincing, and then... realised that the courtyard didn't feel right. Or look right. Actually, it was kind of small and dark, and for some reason it had a hard floor and lots of aisles. Plus, they must have had a big roof installed, because suddenly it wasn't raining anymore.

... this wasn't the courtyard, was it?

He scrambled to his feet, mouth hanging open while he struggled to understand just what had gone wrong. Somehow, they had ended up in a store of some kind that was most definitely not the courtyard (now that part he understood). Was this his fault for falling off the wall wrong? Had he somehow managed to open up some kind of dimensional portal? Really, there was only one thing to ask. "What's going on?!"

Remy took the Scarecrow's offered hand after Kibitoshin, who had disappeared quietly over the wall. His feet slipped against the wet surface, as he climbed, and he reflected about how much easier it would have been to scrabble up the wall with his claws. But never mind: he made it to the top.

It was just too bad that the weird, sick feeling hit him again as he tried to drop to the ground. His feet slipped off of the wall, and he landed face-first on the other side and was still.

After a moment, he groaned. Patting himself up and down wasn't too painful, so he said, "I'm all right! No need for concern!" from his position on the floor.

Wait -- floor. This wasn't what the ground in the courtyard should look like. He had dropped his flashlight beside him when he fell, and there it was, a few feet away, the beam of light still shooting out of it.

They were in a room, a room full of rows of shelves lined with small, colorful boxes. Remy couldn't have been more confused. He shined his flashlight into Kibitoshin's face, and demanded, "Do you think we got kidnapped again?"

Just after Remy slid off the wall, the Scarecrow followed suit, that decidedly dizzying feeling returning as he pushed himself from the bricks to the ground below. His foot hit the ground oddly and slipped from beneath him, causing the landing to be much more painful than expected- thankfully, Remy was there to cushion his fall.

He sat up with a pain-induced hiss (he was still getting used to that sensation) after a few seconds on the ground, surprised the rain had stopped. It was only after a quick look around and a moment for his head to settle that he realized they were in no way in the Courtyard.

"Where are- oh!" Realizing far too late that he was still atop Remy, he scrambled off his friend and to his feet, nearly losing his footing a second time and tumbling into a rack of small boxes. "Remy, I'm sorry! I didn't hurt you, did I?"

His eyes caught sight of the windows and the world outside of them: more buildings, streets, shadowy figures moving beyond the glass. "D- Doyleton? But how?"

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Remy and the Scarecrow appeared just a few moments later. It was the strangest thing- one second they weren't there, but then the next...

But really, why was he even thinking about something as small as that? They'd been transported from the top of a wall to... to this place, wherever it was! That was completely impossible! Kibitoshin hurried over to the other two, offering Remy his hand (slightly damp, but mud-free). "H-here." Maybe this was all a dream. A very strange, convoluted dream where they had been transported to some kind of alternate reality that was full of videos and displays and a big, glass front wind-

Oh. The Scarecrow was right. This was Doyleton.

He shot the man an anxious look. "I have no idea! I swear, the courtyard looked totally normal before I fe- I mean, came down!" Slowly, slowly, the situation was sinking in- and right on cue came a fairly terrifying revelation. "Does that mean there are zombies here!?"

The moment the Scarecrow landed on him, Remy let out a small squeak -- "Ow." -- and dropped his flashlight again. It hit the floor with a thud, then rolled out of reach.

Not being pinned under a larger man improved the situation, but he wasn't able to stand up until Kibitoshin helped him. It took him a minute to get to his feet. No permanent damage, though. He stretched, then retrieved the flashlight as he heard the Scarecrow exclaim about their location.

-- Oh, that wasn't good. Kibitoshin was going to freak out now for sure -- far worse than Linguini had when he'd realized he had to cook for all of the customers at Gusteau's, and put up with Skinner into the bargain -- no, this was going to be a fleeing-rat-level panic, with nothing to justify it. Remy let out an exasperated sigh. "Kibitoshin, I keep telling you there's no such thing as zombies."

But, as he looked out the window and saw the occasional shadowy figure moving past in the dark, he realized he wasn't so sure.

In a voice that shook a little, he asked, "Guys... what if we're trapped here? I'm not saying that zombies are 'real,' but if they were 'real,' hypothetically -- um -- Beardy said that they could break into anything in about five minutes."

He looked from side to side, realizing that he was now officially and categorically uncomfortable with the situation.

"How do we get out?"

The thought of being trapped another night in Doyleton made the Scarecrow quiver. Lions and tigers and bears didn't seem like such a huge threat in comparison to Zombies, as the crazed townspeople were apparently called. Whatever the term, the fact was that the three of them were somehow magicked to town and potentially in a lot of trouble.

"Well, there's the door," the strawman said, his voice shaking as he spoke. "I don't think we want to go out there, though. From the looks of it, the people may be out and about again, and we definitely don't want to cross them. I don't know about you two, but after last time, I learned my lesson!"

The Scarecrow spun around, looking down the long aisles for another door. He clicked his flashlight off and on again, trying to illuminate the back of the establishment. Realizing he might unintentionally draw attention toward them, he turned off his light again and paused, trying to listen to everything around them: shuffling sounds, people moving outside, the rain hitting the glass window and the roof. There didn't seem to be any harm done for now- the shadowy figures outside of the window continued to move past the building, uninterested for the moment.

"If we've got no more than a few minutes," the Scarecrow continued in a loud whisper, "Then we need to find a way out of here now. We can figure out the magic behind our arrival once we're somewhere safe."

The Scarecrow didn't have to say that twice. The scratches might have healed by themselves days ago, but Kibitoshin could still feel those rotting, birds-feet hands clawing at his calves if he thought about it too hard. And their faces...! He was just glad it was too dark to see them outside, because he never, ever wanted to see a human face in so many stages of decomposition ever again.

In a strange way, though, it was a lot easier having him and Remy here than it had been having Haseo and his friends with him. They'd been so calm and in-control before, fighting off zombies here and there like they'd been doing it all their lives. But right now even the Kaioshin could see that they were both just as frightened as he was, and something about that was oddly comforting.

"R-right... it doesn't really matter how we got here, just so long as we can get out safe," he agreed, darting another anxious look to the store window (why were they whispering? They couldn't hear them through the glass, could they? ... great. Something else to worry about!).

Obviously taking the front door was out of the question, but maybe there was another way out? He padded uncertainly towards one of the aisles, pointing his flashlight into the darkness ahead. "Hey, Scarecrow? Remy? Have either of you been in here before? I don't know if there's another exit or anything like that..."

Great, there it went: Scarecrow and Kibitoshin were both freaking out. Hadn't Remy suggested that the situation was hypothetical? His breath might have been coming fast and shallow, and his heartbeat might have been speeding up, but that was just because he didn't understand how they'd gotten from the courtyard to Doyleton.

If the other two were too afraid to go out the front door, he'd have to figure out a way that they could sneak out of the shop. Kibitoshin asked about another exit, and that reminded Remy: there were two ways in and out of Gusteau's, a front door for customers and a back door for staff and deliveries. If he had to make a guess, based on the windows, he'd say this was the front of the shop -- so there was probably another door somewhere in back in an area that might be deserted at night.

He headed towards the back of the shop, looking for a door.

The silence in the small back room was almost eerie, but it didn't worry him too much: he'd been in Gusteau's when all the customers and staff were gone, after all. And there it was: a plain door, no window. The disadvantage to leaving this way was that they couldn't see what they would encounter, but the advantage was that, at least based on Remy's experience, they were unlikely to encounter anything other than a few rats.

He walked back to the main part of the shop, and as he did, he realized that he was slightly disappointed that there had been no kitchen in the back. Oh, well, you couldn't always get what you wanted.

"Guys?" His tone was hushed, a stage whisper, but loud enough for the other two to hear. "There's a door back there. I'm pretty sure it leads outside."

"You hear that?" the Scarecrow asked Kibitoshin, a smile reappearing on his face as the situation appeared to be getting better. "There's a back door, so we can maybe slip out the back without being seen. Come on!"

Following Remy's voice, the former strawman made his way down one of the dark aisles, turning his light on as he walked. The row was littered with small, rectangular boxes, each decorated with a picture and a title- were they in a library? He'd not seen one when wandering the streets during his first visit to town, but he supposed-

He stopped, returning the beam of his light to a box it had passed only a second before: his eyes had caught the edge of the title in that fraction of time, and it was enough to garner his immediate attention. For a moment, he was pleasantly surprised to see the title was something he recognized: emblazoned in golden letters across the top was 'The Wizard of Oz.' Curious, he took the thick box from its place on the shelf, turning it in every direction- no pages! It wasn't a book after all, but something else entirely. The back only had 'Megahit Movies' on it.

He turned the box over again, looking over the front cover with great interest. The illustration had the Emerald City, the Yellow Brick Road, even Dorothy and Toto and Lion and Tin Man and- why, there he was! The Scarecrow himself! He held the light close to the box, transfixed as he examined every detail. That was him definitely him... or what he used to be, anyway. But how? The people in Oz had heard of Dorothy's adventures and her defeat of the Wicked Witch of the West, but most he'd met since his arrival at the Institution seemed to have never even heard of the land of Oz, let alone the Emerald City or its king.

The Scarecrow looked at the illustration again, scrutinizing it with growing concern; the longer he looked at it, the more unsettled he became. It wasn't just some illustrative interpretation of himself and his friends- the artist had gotten every single detail in place, right down to the way his hat was affixed to his burlap head. But how could they have been so accurate? And how had someone from such a distance even known enough about the tale to create such a picture?

He didn't have time to find the answers to his questions, no matter how badly he wanted them at that moment. They were still in a dangerous situation, especially if the townsfolk were anything like they'd been the last time they'd spent the night in town. He paused briefly, considering returning the box to the shelf, but found he could not force himself to leave it behind. There were some answers he was not willing to forgo.

Box still in hand, the Scarecrow headed to the back of the building to rejoin Remy and Kibitoshin.

Remy was already padding away by now, leaving Kibitoshin and the Scarecrow alone in the front of the shop- which would have been bad enough on the scariness scale had it not been at that precise moment that a bolt of lightning lit up the entire store with a blinding flash, illuminating a sudden array of grey faces outside the store. With a little squeak he dived behind the Scarecrow, only just stopping himself from grabbing ahold of his arm defensively. Yes, yes, he was a Kaioshin, he was supposed to be brave and strong, he knew the drill, but really! There were zombies here, for pities sake!

He only hoped that everyone else was coping better than he was. Even if he couldn't see Remy anymore, he could hear his footsteps, and the Scarecrow was standing nearby, but- but what about everyone else? Franziska, or Sechs, or Haseo? (Or Trunks and Dahlia, added a nasty little voice, but he did his best to ignore it) What if they'd been teleported to somewhere dangerous? Or if they'd been so disoriented that they'd been ambushed by monsters? ... okay, the last one wasn't likely with Franziska, but it was still a possibility. And when there were still zombies around...

Luckily enough, Remy's (startlingly loud) whisper was enough to break the Kaioshin's concentration before things could get too worrying. There was another way out? Oh, thank goodness! He turned to the Scarecrow, breathing out a deep sigh of relief and managing a weak little smile. "Maybe this won't be quite so much of a disaster after all, huh?"

He hurried ahead of the Scarecrow towards Remy, anxious to get to their saviour of a back door as quickly as possible, because... well... because. It felt like they should. True, the things outside were hardly breaking down the door yet, but it always paid to be careful.

And low and behold, there it was! Admittedly, Kibitoshin wasn't entirely sure if he trusted it after last time, but maybe that was a freak accident. "Excellent! Now we can try and get back to... Scarecrow?" He blinked. Where was he, anywa- ahah! Better late than never, the older man was with them again, holding one of the boxes they'd seen in the shop. "Hmm? What's that?"

Remy was the closest to the door; as such, he reached it first, and turned and waited for the other two. Kibitoshin was quick to scurry in his direction, but something distracted Scarecrow.

Scarecrow seemed to be interested in one of the little boxes -- so interested that he wanted to take it. Remy pressed his lips together in disapproval. It was one thing to steal stuff you needed, like spices; another thing entirely to just pick up anything that struck your fancy.

"Can we talk about it later? We have a long walk back to the hospital, and we have to be quiet."

With that, he pulled the door open and peeked through the crack. Nothing leapt in to consume him. Judging it safe, he stepped out into the space behind the shop.

[Portal roll.]

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Did Landel's power hold any limits? Through means of magic or technology, it sometimes truly seemed the man had resources enough to be capable of anything. There latest destination strongly testified in favor of the idea; while Homura didn't immediately recognize the clearly wrecked interior itself, approaching one of its windows and looking beyond revealed a more familiar section of street.

"We're in Doyleton. Remember what I said about distance?" And it wasn't beyond reason that Landel would send them so far off. The town clearly also fell under his territory, as evidenced by the day trips there--not to mention what had happened the week prior. Yet there were always exceptions, weren't there? Homura eyed the shadows for moving shapes, and at the same time wondered at the silence of the radios this night. Had the man he'd met earlier that day been unable to find the equipment he needed? Or had he been filled with empty promises?

Either way, it didn't matter any more than the question of Landel's power. Homura would continue as he always had.

"I doubt we'll find anything here aside from shelving and boxes." Since it was highly doubtful these doors would lead anywhere aside from where they should, Homura didn't entertain thoughts of raiding the town. "Let's go."

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Edited 2010-05-27 14:44 (UTC)

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One dizzying, disorienting moment later and suddenly the sound of the storm was much louder, as if they were closer to it. A single lightning flash was all that it took to see why. The view outside the windows was familiar; they were back in town somehow. And they’d ended up…

“…isn’t this the video store?” Shinichi hadn’t been inside it, yet, but it was obvious enough. That meant one more thing, though. “We need to get out of here. Now. No way in hell I’m sticking around for the zombies to come again.”

Scott blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't seeing things. The view outside the window didn't lie, though - this was Doyleton all right. His first thought was: Huh, guess I can check those papers to see what Shin's talking about for myself, followed a split second later by: Wait, ZOMBIES? Right, he had heard about that over the board, both in the Institute during the week and hinted at in the grocery store that day. Crap, he didn't want to wait around for the town to go all Resident Evil on them either. They needed to high-tail it out right n—

Wait, was that a new Bionic Commando game on the shelf?

. . . Oh man. Oh man. Stay and get chomped, or leave and wait four years for the game to come out? Shit.

It was a heart-wrenching decision, and it showed on his face as he stared longingly at the game box.

Finally, Scott bit his lip and forced himself to turn back to the door they'd come through. "Okay. But I'll have you know I'm sacrificing a lot in here." He opened the door quickly and rushed through it, like ripping off a band-aid to get the pain over will all in one go.

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Edited 2010-05-31 21:29 (UTC)

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In a flash, they were somewhere else. Xigbar had blinked, and yet, he hadn't missed it. Not in the least. He was the Nobody charged with Space, he'd teleported like it was nothing, so often that it was almost second nature. But he'd been without for so long that... well... it felt like an addict suddenly getting his favorite fix shot into his arm while he wasn't looking. Space had warped around him, and while it felt like his stomach was back in the Institute, his heart raced. ...in a manner of speaking.

"...dude," he said as he stumbled against the wall next to the door, his one eye wide as he caught up on where, exactly, he was. This was Doyleton. That was quite a journey away, further than he'd want to do with his normal teleportation, let alone as restrained as he was. Was his power back? Or was it something else? He didn't know, but all thoughts of visitors and the Organization went right out his mind as this new situation consumed all of his attention. "Dude, we just warped all the way to Doyleton!"

"This is...interesting."

One that was part of an existence may have felt surprise at this sudden occurrence, to enter a door that was part of a known route to the Sun room and somehow end up in a different area altogether. Some may have been shocked, experiencing disorientation and possibly annoyance at facing the unexpected, the unpredictable, the unknown.

But from one who was part of Nothing, it was different. There was no surprise, no shock. there was no illusion of annoyance clouding his judgment fated for those that still held their essence. No, there was nothing but mere calm curiosity and interest. More questions to which he sought an answer. Had it been the head doctor's doing? Was this the meaning behind the man's message? How was this accomplished?

He glanced over the new surroundings, not having visited it but recognizing the store from his brief look outside during the excursion. The shelves that were part of the movie rental provided little answers. But nonetheless, to suddenly warp to Doyleton was an interesting development indeed.

"This was miles away! An' just between you and me, a video store's not going to be that big of a destination point. Not unless the Head Doc really enjoys his movies." Which then raised a very obvious point. Why had they arrived here of all places? What had made them suddenly pop into Doyleton?

Xigbar never stood quietly as he thought, instead walking along the windows and fiddling with the door, always staying in motion and he pondered this conundrum. One that was certain, however- he was excited, eager as he hadn't been for a long, long time. This was what he knew, and so he wanted to figure it out. It felt like maybe there was something to do with the door, just a feeling that Xigbar got...

...which meant, after a moment, the Freeshooter started walking right to the back door, planning on taking the employee exit. "Hey, I'm going to try coming in again! Don't open that front door, okay?"

[From here.]

The Scarecrow's vision was still spinning as the door closed behind him. Despite the room turning round and round, he immediately recognized where they were- this was the same back door they'd crossed through only a short while before, after all.

"We were just here, weren't we?" he asked, double-checking his thinking. He pulled the box from his pocket, not wanting to see it so much as make sure he'd not left it behind by mistake.

Well, that wasn't at all fair! Somehow, they'd ended up right back at that first store in Doyleton again, almost as though they'd never even left it in the first place.

Luckily for the other two Kibitoshin was, for the most part, too bemused (and put out) to remember that he'd been so scared when they'd been in here last. "That's just so typical! I can't believe they'd send us to the same place twice!" It occurred to him briefly that this meant they could possibly end up stuck in some kind of horrible cycle for the entire night, cursed to endlessly wander from store to Institute to store again forever and ever... but he didn't want to entertain that possibility. Not while he was supposed to be being brave again.

"Maybe we're doing something wrong," he suggested, just as lightning forked beyond the glass front window behind him. At least things still looked safe-ish for now inside.

Remy sighed: this was frustrating. It was bad enough that they couldn't get to where they wanted to go -- he was beginning to think that the idea of kitchens at the Institute might just be a story that was told to get them all through the scary nights -- but did they have to keep winding up in places where there was nothing else to do?

Tomorrow night, he might really stay in bed.

"Maybe we should go out the front door this time. It'll look like we're going out on the street with the zombies, but we'll just end up somewhere else we didn't want to go." His voice was heavy with exasperation. Give me a sewer any day, he thought, as he stomped towards the front of the shop. At least the connections in a sewer made some kind of sense.

"The front door it is," the Scarecrow said, hoping Remy was right. Even worse than being taken from place to place without rhyme or reason would be if they did end up in the street, especially since the shambling shadows were still visible in the flashes from the stormy weather.

He peeked from the back room, making sure the coast was clear. He didn't see anyone, but kept ducked behind the aisles as he followed Remy as a precaution. Better safe than sorry.

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Edited 2010-06-05 03:01 (UTC)

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