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damned_institute2010-05-22 02:31 am
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Night 49: Recreational Field
[From here.]
It was cold and rainy out on the soccer field, but Remy didn't mind; the water on his face and the sharp chill caused the wave of mild dizziness and confusion that hit him to vanish as if it had never been there. Weird. Maybe he was hungry again already?
Getting out here meant that they were that much closer to the kitchen. He bounced through the door, then paused, looking from side to side across the expanse of green grass. Everything looked clear, so he moved to the right, to stand near the wall.
"Okay, guys... we just have to get up over this wall and into the courtyard. Honey says it's easy to get into the kitchen from there. We'll go in the same way we came out the other day."
It was cold and rainy out on the soccer field, but Remy didn't mind; the water on his face and the sharp chill caused the wave of mild dizziness and confusion that hit him to vanish as if it had never been there. Weird. Maybe he was hungry again already?
Getting out here meant that they were that much closer to the kitchen. He bounced through the door, then paused, looking from side to side across the expanse of green grass. Everything looked clear, so he moved to the right, to stand near the wall.
"Okay, guys... we just have to get up over this wall and into the courtyard. Honey says it's easy to get into the kitchen from there. We'll go in the same way we came out the other day."
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It turned out the latter was likely the case- walking across the wet ground with bare feet wasn't as enjoyable as he'd hoped. He hurried to the wall where Remy stood, his feet sliding on the ground with each step. "That sounds like a good idea to me!" the Scarecrow called over the rain as he walked.
The wall didn't look particularly high, but climbing as a human wasn't something he'd ever tried before. He looked at his companions, realizing he was the tallest of the three. Giving them a nod, he jumped as high as he could, his fingers barely finding a hold in the top of the wall. The Scarecrow's arms quivered as he pulled himself upward, both limbs rebelling against the unfamiliar effort. Thankfully his feet gripped the bricks with surprising ease, allowing him to clamber to the top.
Perched confidently atop the wall, he took a quick look around before offering a helping hand to Remy and Kibitoshin.
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The Kaioshin was the only one to hover uncertainly in the doorway as they filed out, biting his lip. Oh, dear. It occurred to Kibitoshin that he probably should have thought to change out of his slippers or at least put on a coat before he left, but it was a little late for that now. Anyway, he wasn't about to let a little rain (literally) dampen his spirits.
Both Remy and the Scarecrow's voices were a little muffled by the rain, but he still caught the gist of what they were saying. Across the field, over the wall, then to the kitchen. Simple.
Or not. Daring himself out into the rain was hard enough, but with cold rain beating down on him and his slippers skidding about the mud, he only barely made it to the wall without tripping over himself. He was just lucky that the Scarecrow was already at the top of the wall to help out. "Thank you!"
Grabbing the Scarecrow's hand as a support, he pulled himself up onto the top of the wall- just as the man's hand slipped out of his grasp and he found himself tumbling down onto the other side with a panicked yelp. Why did this always happen to him?!
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It looked like luck was not on their side tonight.
"Son of a bitch," he griped as he shoved his forehead into the hand that was holding onto his pillowcase. For a moment, all he could do was stand there and let the rain pelt down on him. He just wanted to find a dry, safe place where they could take a breather at this point, since it was clear they weren't going to be reaching the pharmacy or the file room by chance. Not when they'd ended up in two fridges, zombie territory, outside in the rain, and in the company of monsters gone wrong thus far.
"Let's just get back inside," he urged, though he realized that they could just be warped to an outside area again. Then again, the courtyard and this field were the only ones that he knew of, so they probably didn't need to worry too much about that. The point was, he wasn't climbing the wall for no reason again.
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Seriously, was some place dry too much to ask? Apparently. The rain hadn't let up in the last five minutes and Sam couldn't get any more soaked than he already had since the last time he was out here, but it was still not nice to be pelted with freezing water.
At this rate, between the fridges and the rain, they were both gonna catch pneumonia before the night was up.
"Yeah, I'm with you."
Sam sure as hell wasn't gonna climb the wall again just to get thrown to another place. And he had no desire to explore the field. He'd been there. There and in the shed where his brother had nearly killed him and yeah, no, he was all for going back inside.
He pushed open the door behind them and stepped through without wasting a second.
[going here]
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Wally walked through the door and found himself... outside? That couldn't be right, hadn't they been on the second floor? But this looked like the recreation field... and it was pouring rain as well.
"Huh?" he said, looking around in obvious confusion and blinking to clear his head of the dizzy feeling threatening to overwhelm him. "How did we get out here? This can't be right. I mean, we were on the second floor, right?" He glanced back at the other guy, doing his best to shield his face from the pelting rain as he did so.
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The former lion looked around, as equally confused as the man with him. They were on the recreational field, were they not? But how was that possible? They had been on the second floor!
It took him a moment to regain his composure before he responded. "Your guess is as good as mine. As far as I am aware, fields do not suddenly move to higher levels."
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"I think something or someone's messing around with us," he said, looking around as much of the field as he could in the rain. "There's no way we could have gotten here on our own."
But it wasn't like there was really much he could say other than that, and it looked like the two of them could do with getting out of the rain. "Which way did you want to go from here?"
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At the very least, Landel made an excellent scapegoat.
As for where they were going to head next, the former lion didn't quite intend to cross the field for no particular reason. "Let us head back inside," he answered, opening the door that had already closed behind him.
[To here]
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Brainiac 5 made a surprised noise as he suddenly found himself outside and getting exceedingly wet in the rain. He hadn't expected them to wind up in the kitchen like the map would have suggested, but he hadn't expected to be outside either.
"Do we head back inside or try and see if the outside areas are affected?" he asked over his shoulder.
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"Do you think there's a difference?" He pulled open the door and stepped through.
[to here]
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... If there was a plus side to this at all, it was the fact that this time, the initial wave of dizziness was much shorter lived, if only because of the sudden shock to his system. Battler once again tried to be more aware as he passed through the door, but as the previous times, everything changed before he could process it. What he was left with... well, he couldn't exactly call this desirable. It may not have pierced into the skin and hurt less badly than the rains of the typhoon, but it was still freezing cold and enough to leave them all soaked almost immediately. .. The dizziness may have been gone, but that did little to improve his mood.
"Oh, come on! Seriously...?!" Whoever perpetrated this must have been having a pretty good laugh right now. It was probably that Landel bastard, right? That was where he found himself shifting the blame, even if there wasn't any real proof behind the assumption.
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She didn't need people. Even if he was convenient and making good points, well, she didn't need him. He was just convenient and made a good...something. She wasn't sure what. She would make one and only one concession though. "You are not disliked, Ushiromiya Battler. If I disliked you, you would be unconscious." Like Phoenix Wright.
But the others were moving on and making good points. They always exited through the same door they'd entered from and that meant, logically, a new door might break the pattern. This room luckily had two doors and Franziska followed when Battler went through the new one.
And promptly regretted it. Now not only was she feeling ill again, she was wet. Not just wet, but soaked in freezing rain. Battler himself seemed rather startled by this all and Franziska sputtered as she shook her head, trying to keep the water out of her mouth as she turned and tried to figure out where they were.
"What is this?!" she cried out, turning in another half circle as she realized the rain and the darkness was limiting her vision. She could barely see the others in her party, let alone where they were!