Night 49: Nurse Lounge

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A slightly larger and comfier-looking room greeted the pair next. A couch and several cushy chairs littered the space, along with a table, chairs, and a large cabinet, among other things. Definitely wasn't the worst place they could have ended up in, Scott thought. They could have ended up in a fridge or something.

Speaking of fridges. "Anything you wanna grab from in here? I kinda want to see if there's anything in there," Scott said with a little grin, gravitating toward the side of the cabinet where a mini-fridge sat. If he knew mini-fridges, he knew they tended to contain at least one of two things: alcohol or pop. With the former, he didn't want any, but he could think of at least a few people who probably would. With the latter, he didn't really like the fizziness, but hey, there could be free power-ups in them, at least!

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[voodooanonymous.livejournal.com]

LeChuck turned from the window to answer Elaine's assumption with an "Aye", but Guybrush once again monopolized her time. And of course, he was as usual the last horse to cross the finish line... or almost the last. With his precious Elaine focusing on Guybrush (but of course, unable to keep her eyes off LeChuck entirely, the darling) he turned to Morgan.

"O' course, lass, ain't it obvious?" She was the one that had been talking with this Elaine of the past, after all. "We've all been taken from different points in time, either just before ye died, or ye were revived shortly after, 'afore ye could experience the afterlife. As far as I knew, ye've been dead fer months, body and all. If we could show up missin' months or years, why couldn't Guybrush 'ave been sent here a few days earlier?" It wasn't that it made any sense to LeChuck either, but she didn't need to act to surprised. Besides, she was getting on his nerves between the denial and and the silent shushing.

[fangirlfatale.livejournal.com]

"Months?" Morgan repeated to herself, quietly horrified. Oh, this was bad. If nothing else, it was bad because LeChuck had apparently been walking around for all that time, doing who-knew-what to the Caribbean, while she was just...dead, unavenged and unremembered. Or--wait. Elaine's statue thing was an exception, but if the other three of them had been dead (and both Guybrush and LeChuck looked the same as they had when she'd last seen them), then Guybrush must have killed LeChuck. No one else could have done that, she was sure.

Uuughff, but wasting time trying to figure all this out was probably exactly what whoever had taken them wanted them to do. They needed to find a way to get their stuff and get out of here! They could always just cut their answers out of whoever was responsible later.

She turned her attention back to Guybrush and Elaine just in time to catch Guybrush's question. Just great. This line of conversation had the potential to get equally bad--or if nothing else to bog them down in weird time-traveling marital drama, undoubtedly with more sickeningly cute nicknames than you could shake a closet rod at. Time to move things along.

"No, she doesn't," Morgan cut in. "I told her you'd fill her in later--say, after we get out of here." She started to make her way back over to the door to underscore that; it looked like they'd learned and/or looted about everything they were going to here. Before she could go through, though, she had a thought and stopped to add: "Uh, but I'm sure you won't want to bore her with every little detail, right?" Like the part where Elaine had this inexplicable burning desire to skewer innocent pirate hunters who were just minding their own business on ladies' night. She tried to emphasize her words without being too obvious about it, praying that Guybrush had somehow managed to learn the fine art of subtlety in the last three days.

[selfrescuer.livejournal.com]

Elaine caught something from LeChuck and Morgan's conversation about Morgan having been dead for months, which raised her interest. She didn't know exactly when Guybrush would have died, but so far, that put LeChuck at the furthest down the timeline out of all of them. What that ultimately meant for them was still unclear, but it at least made the picture a little bit clearer.

Back to her original point of focus, she was about to answer Guybrush when Morgan cut in for her. Elaine shot the other woman a short glare of continued annoyance. Did the Mighty Pirate Hunter™ seriously think Elaine couldn't answer her own questions, or was she that desperate to make herself sound useful? She cleared her throat rather loudly, adding her own two pieces of eight: "We can discuss the details later, yes. The most important thing is that as far as I know, you just proposed to me this morning - mysteriously minus a beard, I might add - everything went gold and black, and then I woke up here. My only hope that this all turns out right in the end is that there are apparently seven more years of my life after this point that you've all witnessed, so hopefully that means we get out of this mess at some point and I get back into my proper timeline. For now, let's work as quickly as we can to make sure that happens."

She felt a headache coming on just trying to talk about all that, especially when not all of it was exactly concrete knowledge yet. All the items Elaine wanted for now were in hand, and it looked like the other three were pretty much finished as well. With that, she gestured back toward the door and lead them out into the next area.

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