Night 49: Decontamination Room

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Meche had never been to the pharmacy, so she wasn't sure what to expect, but this wouldn't have been it. The room was sterile-looking, and the only real furniture was a table in the center, covered by a blue tarp. She didn't see any medicine cabinets--or anything else that looked like a pharmacy, for that matter.

Actually, the more she looked around, the more this room looked familiar. But she could be misremembering that, or maybe they just built a number of rooms based on the same plan.

"Are you sure this is the right room?" she asked Soma gently.

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Falis was silently glad Meche had cleared away the splinters given she didn't want to hear from Jodou about how she got the dress caught on something and it tore. And then she remembered that the shirt butler wasn't there, so she didn't have to listen to his shit regarding the dress. This made her a little happier.

Just as with the older woman, Falis didn't know what the pharmacy looked like, much less what one was, so she didn't exactly get that they ended up somewhere else. She leaned against the wall to catch her breath when her eyes flickered back to the door they came through. A door that wasn't showing any signs of passage. Even with it closed and them on the inside, there should be slight indications that it had been opened, that it had been damaged from the other side. Falis was a hunter; she knew these things.

"That's fucked up," she commented, eyes still on the door. "That door is not the door we just went through."

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"What?" Meche asked, turning around again to see what Alita was looking at. It took a second for the problem to register since the door looked so ordinary, but once it did, it was so stupidly obvious: Soma had just broken that door, and now it was fine again.

"I know the building gets fixed every night, but this is the first time I've ever actually seen it happen," she said. Usually when things were broken they stayed that way until the next night. Was this the "reconstruction" Landel had been talking about on the intercom.

Something else occurred to her: "It didn't lock itself again, did it?"

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Falis was silent for a moment, looking the door over. She then pushed herself up off the wall and, with a slight groan, moved over to the door. Finger tips ran down the length of the crack between it and the wall, the hunter slowly crouched down, biting back the pain, to look closer at the door jam.

"Don't think this door's even been opened this night. Not just repaired, but no fucking signs of passage. Nothing." Her eyes narrowed. "Like we were magicked here," she added on with a note of disgust.

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Meche wasn't sure how Alita could tell whether a door had been opened during the night just by inspecting the door jamb, but she trusted the girl's instincts. Alita was obviously in pain; it didn't seem like her to do something to make it worse unless she had a good reason.

The idea that they might have been brought here by magic took a little longer to wrap her head around, but Meche couldn't think of a good reason why it wouldn't at least be a possibility--after all, this was the place where an evil medical practitioner brought people back from the dead to fight zombies and cannibalistic demons with wooden spears. And her three most frequent companions were a space pilot, a teenage reaper and a self-proclaimed princess. A magic doorway sounded fair enough.

"Well, there isn't much here, so we might as well see if we can go back the way we came," she decided. She crossed back over to the door and tried it; it wasn't locked from the inside. "Nice to know they're so careful about fire safety regulations," Meche cracked, swinging the door open cautiously to avoid hitting Alita and stepping through.

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