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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[Would someone else like to move them next? Guybrush? LeChuck? XD;]

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The next room looked even less potentially useful than the last. They had ended up in some kind of office, and a sparsely populated one at that. There might be interesting information in the drawers, Elaine thought, but it was probably going to be the sort of thing that could wait for another night.

"I don't think there's much to see in here," she said after the last of the group had made their way in. "Next room, I suppose?" she asked with a short sigh of irritation.

[Will do, Lady Poo~]

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There was a distinct slump of disappointment in Guybrush's walk as he followed everyone into the next area, shuffling in and making his way immediately toward a desk. Well, this was great. Yes, his wife was here and not mangled by LeChuck, but almost worse than if she'd been dead like the rest of them was that she was somehow from the far past and still engaged to him rather than wed.

Nevermind, it probably would have been better if she'd died after all: at least they'd be together in the Pirate Afterlife and she'd be the Elaine he'd left fighting LeChuck, rather than her being from the past and him risking time paradoxes and whatnot just by talking to her. Stupid institution.

He fumbled idly with a pair of 3-D glasses sitting on the desk until Elaine made the suggestion that they keep moving. He figured he'd better listen to her, lest he screw it up for his past self and she decide he wasn't marriage material after all.

[To here.]