Nightshift 49: 2nd Floor Staff Lounge

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Touya stepped through the door and stopped. He'd been in quite a few closets in his time of various kinds, and this was not a closet. Not unless Landel started storing couches and paintings of puppies in his closets. Did he take a wrong turn?

He turned to look outside the door, maybe check the plate on the front, but it slammed shut as Yue walked through. Dumbfounded and disoriented, Touya struggled for something to say.

"Uh..."

That was about all he had.

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"Right now? It's gotta be what, midnight? One in the morning?" Dean frowned, stepping away from the door to follow the Doctor to the middle of the room.

Assuming they'd get something and it wasn't gonna be some weird cockblock like the magazines. Man, that was just dedication right there. Dean was just surprised all over again at the eye for detail - these magazines couldn't be real, not when this kind of stuff should have more tells for the date. Gossip wasn't exactly timeless. But the magazine he'd picked up had been so damn generic that it'd stood out, and he couldn't have been the only one to notice that. The Doctor had picked them up too, and Sam had noticed the lack of date on the newspapers before that. Still, seeding all these magazines and literally wiping out anything that could narrow down the year was way too funky to just be an accident here and there; had to be coordinated somehow.

Dean idled about the room. He'd rather get a move on, but the Doctor wanted answers too. It'd only take a few seconds to check the TV anyway and it wasn't like he had a date or something to rush off to.

He stood off to the side to give the Doctor some breathing room, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned his hip against the mini-fridge.

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"Sure, right now," the Doctor said, giving the television set a quick once-over to find the controls on it. Locating and pressing the power button, he turned the television on, pleased to see it was in working order. "There are twenty-four hour news programmes, aren't there? Whether or not it'll pick one up, well... I'd be happy for anything that might tell us the date."

He started fiddling with the channel controls, but channel after channel all the television was showing was static. If he'd had his sonic screwdriver, tuning the set to pick up a station it wouldn't normally would have taken no time at all, but without it... He could start tinkering with the set, but that would take time they might not have. The night was already wearing on, and morning always seemed to sneak up quickly.

The Doctor frowned, trying more channels, but they were just the same as the first few. Fruitless though it was, it had been worth the look. No reception on the television, nothing that he could use to place the date—or even the decaded—in the magazines... They seemed unusually determined to keep the date out of sight, and that alone was worth noting.

He turned off the set and glanced at Dean, first joining the man and then heading for the door. "Or not, I suppose. Ready to move on?"

He opened the door and went through.

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