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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[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

Depth Charge blinked and turned to the door- oh, gear. Someone'd had the decency to disrupt Hime's set-up the second their backs hand been turned. There was the chance it had been another patient, of course, but if he was going to believe that he might as well go the whole way and say that the Head Doctor had nothing to do with the door-portals, and that all of this was just some kind of big misunderstanding. Yeah.

"Looks like it. The slagger." He gave an irritated little sigh, rubbing a hand through his hair. Even if he hadn't been one-hundred-percent sold on her theory, the fact that something had apparently gone out of its way to throw them off was frustrating. "No one said this would be easy, I gu- something long?"

He stared at her for a moment, surprised, then shook his head almost wonderingly. "You never give up, huh?" Maybe he might have sounded just a little impressed there again. There was that grit he'd seen before. "Alright, but I don't think it's gonna work." Heading over to the kitchen area, he began to pull open drawers. More plastic cutlery- what did they think the nurses were going to kill each other too? "Nothing here."

[chainsaw-royal.livejournal.com]

"As if I'd quit over something like this," Hime said with a hmph, going through the drawers where there were more office-supply like items. No string, it seemed. If they had been able to get to the Arts and Crafts room, surely there would have been yarn, but it wasn't like the staff needed those kind of things to play with. What they did need, however, was tape, and Hime located a roll of it, clear cellophane tape which she pulled from its plastic dispenser.

"Then this'll have to do," she replied, holding it up. Moving back to the table where she'd left her prizes, the Royal first knelt to wrap the end of the tape around one leg, making sure it was secure and wouldn't pull loose easily. Threading a finger through the center of the roll, she picked up the weed whacker and gas can and began walking towards the door, pleased to see the tape unwind, leaving a translucent trail behind her.

"Get the door and we can be on our way," she called back to Depth Charge, not slowing in her walk towards the portal.

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

"Tape? What're you going to do, tape the slagging thing ope-" Never mind. No sarcasm necessary- Hime was doing just that, winding one end around the table leg and stretching it out behind her like a pale silver ribbon that glinted in the glow of their flashlights, all the way to the door. The odds of it working? Pretty slim. But like that was about to stop her trying.

Depth Charge shook his head for what felt like the thousandth time that night, making his way to the door so that he could kick it open for her. "You're something else, you know that?" he said, standing in the doorway while she finished her tape-trail and watching with his head cocked to one side. "Seriously. Slagged if I know what to make of you most of the time."

[chainsaw-royal.livejournal.com]

"Oh, nothing like that - Landel's already proved he can close the doors regardless of what we do to jam them open," she replied as she came to the door. "I just forgot to bring my breadcrumbs, that's all."

She quirked an eyebrow at Depth Charge, as if curious that he'd be so surprised.

"Am I really so mysterious? Though I suppose explaining myself was never a hobby of mine," she admitted. Despite saying that, it seemed she had no intention of changing that now, since she immediately turned her attention back to the door, stepping through and still trailing the tape behind her.

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