Night 49: Doctor's Office 10 [Dr. Burroughs]

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Agatha wasn't really sure what she'd been expecting. Either something would try to defend the room, and she was as ready for that as she could be; or it wouldn't, and she could move on to those adjoining rooms she'd spotted through the doorframe. But she'd certainly expected there to be adjoining rooms, what with having seen them already. In fact, she'd expected it to have anything at all in common with what she'd seen, rather than being a rather boringly tidy little office.

It barely contained anything- desk, chairs, couch, tiny and severely plain machine with a flask- but somehow, it was enough to bring unease to the forefront, despite Agatha's fury. Something was horribly... was even more horribly wrong than she'd thought.

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[vstheworld]

Scott made the universal "ohhhhh I see" face after the younger guy explained, though he was still a bit confused. If this guy was certain that the door they had gone through wasn't supposed to lead here, and he did seem pretty sure of himself, then what exactly did that mean? Did Landel have the power to mess with the layout of the building whenever he wanted? That made some weird kind of sense, in a way. Looking at it from the perspective of a game, Landel would be the evil game designer - completely in control of the code and able to godmode at will. From what he had seen so far, he didn't really doubt Landel had that kind of douchebag-like power.

It was either that, or maybe something had happened with the door itself. Going through it, the obvious crash and fall aside, had felt a little weird, kind of like another door-related sensation he was already used to. "Usually when I hit people that hard, they just turn into coins or something, so yeah, it's not the right place, I'm betting. Maybe Landel's got some kind of super-short subspace corridors going on tonight or something?" Scott suggested seriously. "You didn't see a star appear on the door before we went through it, did you?"

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Coins? Stars? Shinichi couldn’t help scoffing, just a little. Someone had been playing a few too many video games before getting pulled into Landel’s. “Uh, no. I didn’t see any.” No matter how much more open-minded the detective claimed to be, he still took everything with a healthy dose of incredulity and this was no exception.

“And, I haven’t turned into coins or rings or whatever, so I think it’s fair to say that I’m not going to,” he pointed out. “So other than Super Mario World, where does that put us? Besides a doctor’s office, that is.” He frowned. “Assuming Dr. Landel can adjust the layout of the building at will, why hasn’t he done so before now? He mentioned ‘renovations,’ but that could just be an excuse to take us out of our comfort zones…”

Shinichi trailed off, realizing he was rambling. He stuck out a hand. “Shinichi Kudou, detective. Nice to meet you.”

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Scott gave Shinichi an annoyed look when he brushed off the question as being just a video game fantasy thing. He had been serious, dammit! Did they not have subspace highways in Japan or wherever? That was where all the cool advanced technology was supposed to be. Then Scott remembered the whole alternate worlds thing, and furthermore, the whole alternate fictional worlds thing. His expression fell visibly at that, and he kept himself from opening his mouth. No sense in making himself look like more of an idiot if subspace didn't exist in this guy's world, he thought.

A world which maybe was a mystery series, Scott thought as he took Shinichi's hand. Where else would Landel pull a detective from? A Lucas Lee flick? He shook his head, trying not to think too much about that at the moment. "Scott Pilgrim, bassist. Likewise," he answered. The simpler he kept things, the less likely he was to screw up again.

After releasing their grip, Scott took a few steps aside, looking around the room a bit more. "Soooo, what exactly did he say about 'renovations'? I slept in a bit tonight, so I missed whatever Landel said," Scott asked, heading over to the unknown doctor's desk to rifle through the drawers. Ironically, one of the first things he came across were some bottles of No-Doz - pills for staying awake. Too little too late, Scott thought with a mental grumble, though he put a bottle in his coat pocket anyway and set another out on the table for Shinichi to look at. "Anything else important that he said?" Scott added, starting to pick through some of the papers inside the desk out of curiosity.

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Shinichi frowned when the other guy did. Was it something he’d said? Maybe he’d been a little short with him, but…oh well. He gave Scott a slightly kinder smile. “Bassist? As in electric bass, or upright?” He was pretty sure it was electric, given the way the guy was dressed (lucky bastard had gotten his clothing back, somehow), but one could never tell. There was a difference between observation and assumption, and Shinichi didn’t want to make the mental leap without better proof.

The detective groaned. “Crap, I wrote it down but I didn’t bring my notebook along with me.” He needed his free had for his flashlight, after all. “Um…let me see if I can remember. Something about us enjoying the changes, and…visitors tomorrow.” Had it seriously only been a week since Ran had been here? It felt so much longer than that. Shinichi watched Scott go through the desk for a moment, and then started looking for his own clues. The pills that Scott had found were the most interesting thing he could see straight off. “Aren’t those things supposed to make you paranoid if you use them too much?”

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Scott shrugged as he flipped through the files and papers. "'s not paranoia if an evil doctor is out to get you, dude," he pointed out. Most of the files didn't look too interesting. Most of them looked like sleep studies or something from what he could see under his flashlight beam. Too much medi-babble that he wasn't in the mood to sift through. While his hands moved things around in the drawer, he got around to answering the guy's earlier question: "Oh, and electric all the way. Got a sweet Rickenbacker at home," he told the other kid with a proud grin.

Leaving the drawers alone after that with just the bottles in hand, he turned back to Shinichi. "What's the deal with visitors anyway? People have mentioned them, but I don't really get what's supposed to happen," Scott asked. If that well-placed dramatic pause was anything to go by, he was willing to bet that whatever 'visitors' meant, it wasn't good.

While waiting for Shinichi's answer, he crossed the room back toward the door, gesturing toward it. "So, wanna see if this goes back to the same hall or not?"

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“Touche,” Shinichi shrugged, ‘’but I meant the No-Doz. If this really is a doctor’s office, and I’m almost certain that it is, that doctor has issues with staying awake. But,” he shook his head, not really wanting to argue the point any further, “it doesn’t really matter in the long run. Just an observation. Psychiatrists are supposed to get examined themselves, and all that.”

And electric it was. The detective nodded and grinned, thinking about cases he’d been on involving music while he searched for more clues. He hadn’t had anyone beaten to death with a Rickenbacker yet, at least. That was a definite plus. The clues, however, were a bit slow in coming and after a couple more minutes he gave up on the search entirely.

Shinichi’s face fell when he thought about the visitors. “I’ve only had the one,” he replied with a sigh, “but it wasn’t that fun. Let’s just put it this way: the girl who has been my closest friend since we were both in diapers showed up and started calling me ‘Jimmy’ and going on and on about the life that this place says that I’m supposed to have.

“I don’t know if she was actually Ran or some sort of trick, but…it wasn’t very fun, either way.” He straightened suddenly and started walking out the door, not wanting to dwell on what had happened last week for very long. It was becoming increasingly apparent that room held no secrets as to how they’d been transported halfway across the building just by going through a door, and bottles of stimulants only did so much to satisfy his general curiosity. “Anyway. Let’s see if the door will take us back to the other hallway.”

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