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damned_institute2010-05-16 06:42 pm
anemptydecapo) wrote in damned_institute2010-05-16 06:42 pm
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Night 49: Meeting Room 1
[Teleporting from over here]
...This wasn't the recreational field.
He had been fulling anticipating a rush of air or the soft cushioning of grass underfoot to greet the two of them as they began their search, but this was not the case. It was only more tile, more darkness (Alkaid had made note, whether he wanted to listen to her or not, that even if they were in the wrong formations, there were, in fact, stars outside. It should not be this dark). This was not the recreational field.
He had seen a Chinese doctor capable of warping the fabric of space with a preference for wearing a bag on his head, a woman with sentient wings and tail, a spirit medium who wasn't aware of being a spirit medium, an officer of the law who's idea of arresting him was to throw deadly blots of electricity at him, a pre-teen pirate carrying around an anchor bigger than she was, and Bridget. There were very few things in life that could confound the Guild Head to the point of speechlessness and double-takes. Again, he found himself lacking a medal to award Landel for accomplishing this. Perhaps Edward had one.
Gloved hands immediately tightened over the cue, preparing for something worse. He never did like surprises. "What is this?"
...This wasn't the recreational field.
He had been fulling anticipating a rush of air or the soft cushioning of grass underfoot to greet the two of them as they began their search, but this was not the case. It was only more tile, more darkness (Alkaid had made note, whether he wanted to listen to her or not, that even if they were in the wrong formations, there were, in fact, stars outside. It should not be this dark). This was not the recreational field.
He had seen a Chinese doctor capable of warping the fabric of space with a preference for wearing a bag on his head, a woman with sentient wings and tail, a spirit medium who wasn't aware of being a spirit medium, an officer of the law who's idea of arresting him was to throw deadly blots of electricity at him, a pre-teen pirate carrying around an anchor bigger than she was, and Bridget. There were very few things in life that could confound the Guild Head to the point of speechlessness and double-takes. Again, he found himself lacking a medal to award Landel for accomplishing this. Perhaps Edward had one.
Gloved hands immediately tightened over the cue, preparing for something worse. He never did like surprises. "What is this?"
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They didn't get headaches, either, but he was ignoring that.
It took a moment, but after swallowing a new mouthful of venom, he could put an intelligent sentence together. "I've never even been in this room before." His hand was resting on a cool metal table centered in the room, with a leather - perhaps faux, he couldn't tell - swivel chair under his other hand. It looked quite like the many corporation meeting rooms he'd seen before... but he still wasn't sure where this was.
Or why this room was suddenly where the recreational field should have been. He knew he had been going the right way. Even without a vampire's impeccable sense of direction and perfect memory, he wasn't a fool. Left the patient blocks, turned left immediately upon exiting the male block of cells where his room resided, went straight -
The most disorienting fact was that the only door in the room was behind them... and he was quite sure Venom hadn't closed it himself. Was he losing his mind?
Maybe he'd just gotten turned around. Which is impossible. He opened the door again, expecting to be back in the hallway outside the patient block.
[To here.]
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Upon entering the new room, Sechs promptly scanned the area with his flashlight, but frowned at what he found.
Hmmph... Another office again, like some sort of meeting room by the looks of it too. The room was considerably more interesting than the last one he and Forte had just left. With the abstract paintings and the expensive looking furniture, it certainly appeared to be a place for those higher up there in the hierarchy. Did Martin Landel himself direct meetings with his sick cronies here?
However, he couldn't see much use in the empty room at the moment. Except for the luxurious chairs that surrounded the long ornate table -- but lounging about and relaxing was the last thing on Sechs' mind.
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Hrm. He wasn't impressed by their new location either. As he looked around, he considered stealing the pitchers or parts of the chairs or something... but finally decided that randomly stealing anything that could be used to hit someone would get real boring (and over-burderning) real fast.
Instead, he turned back to the door. "Well, I'm not really the puzzle-solving type." If different doors could lead to the same place and vice-versa, it was already too complicated for him to keep track of. Besides, most of the rooms so far only had one door, so it might not even help if there was a pattern. "But we can keep trying, or at least try to find something important to screw up."
Of course, the more doors they went through, the more likely they were to end up back in the fridge. Or worse, out in the rain. He really wished he'd thought to grab the coat in his closet when he got the scalpels, but he didn't usually think that far ahead. And it's not like he could go back now. Still, it's not like either of them would be satisfied just sitting around where it was safe.
He opened the door to look through again before entering. "Huh, looks like we're on the second floor." There was a railing in front of him, and the ceiling of the Sun Room recognizable above. That must be where those damn nurses and doctors were always looking down on them. Not that it did him much good to know... there wasn't anything useful in this room, and his location in the institute wasn't going to matter in a moment...