Night 50: M11-M20 Hallway

[rocksthecourt]

[M12]

Klavier felt a wave of sickness as soon as that man's voice came over the intercom again. It was less apprehension and more bubbling anger than anything else. It wasn't so much the mocking that was grating as it was the sound of him sounding so smug, so satisfied with everything that was happening. So safe. Klavier told himself it was fine. Let the man believe he was untouchable. It would make it all the more satisfying when he was ripped down from his pedestal and made to face the consequences.

So last night's events had been done intentionally, after all. Herr Doktor was setting up a new system. A system of what, no one could say at this point, but if it resulted in anything like the previous night, it would prove to make things even more complicated than they already were. If anyone was to do anything, it would have to be now before they finished setting up whatever it was they were doing.

Herr Doktor was already mocking them to investigate to their heart's content, probably confident there was nothing to be found out there. But there was bound to be something overlooked. There had to be cracks in the system. And Klavier would find them all and see this place ripped down.

But first he needed to validate this claim about jewels and rings and whatnot. A teleportation ring? It didn't seem possible... But a lot of what didn't seem possible was fact in this place. Klavier opened the drawer on his side of the room and searched the inside. His good hand shuffled the contents about a little in search for anything like what the man had described, but there was nothing. The only "ring" in there was the small keyring. ...What were these keys for anyway? He picked them up questioningly and looked over the drawer again.

"...Nothing."

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M14

[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

The day had passed in something of a blur. Javert was faintly aware of having slept in; his nurse said something about his being ill, and he vaguely recalled being too tired to move for the better part of the day. No doubt she thought his age was catching up to him, or something similarly idiotic. He'd never been ill a day in his life, and as for the question of age...

He sat up. His dinner was going cold--had gone cold--on his desk, but he ate it anyway. No plans for tonight; no idea if Search and Rescue had been discontinued. It appeared he'd be on his own for the evening. Well, that was all right, as far as he was concerned.

[threepwood]

[Running from here.]

Had he put much thought into his actions, Guybrush probably wouldn't have run the entire way from his room to the inspector's, racing to beat Elaine to the main hallway or not; however, he didn't put any advanced thought into what he was doing, and so he found himself short-winded and disheveled by the time he reached Javert's door. He smoothed his hair back with his hand, straightening his pants-and-underwear sash with his hook as he pulled the sword from its loop, readying it for returning.

Guybrush gave the door a strong knock, determined to awaken the inspector if he had to. He was not leaving with this sword again. "M... Mister Javert?" he asked as he leaned on the door frame, his voice giving an embarrassing squeak from exhaustion as he wheezed. Running: 1; Guybrush: 0. "It's... me. Guybrush Threep... wood. Mighty pirate. Returning... sword."

[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

Javert turned abruptly at the sound of a knock, raising an eyebrow in bemusement. He hadn't expected any visitors tonight. Was someone here for his roommate, then? He glanced across the room; the man was still asleep. An 'illness' like the one his nurse claimed had befallen Javert himself, or something more worrying?

No matter. He stood and answered the door, faint surprise registering on his face.

"Threepwood," he said after a moment, his gaze shifting to the sword. Well, that was unexpected. He had mentally berated himself the morning after he'd given the young man the sword; he hadn't expected to actually see it again.

"I suppose thanks are in order." There was faint amusement in his voice now. He reached out and took the sword. "Have you found a weapon of your own, then?"

[threepwood]

"Got that shovel," Guybrush replied with an enthusiastic swing of his arm, still out of breath and doing a lousy job of of acting casual while his words were punctuated with gasps. "Could probably hit someone... with it if I wanted to. Hopefully can get... something better later."

He paused and held up his hook in the 'Just a moment' fashion, taking a few deep breaths. "Sorry, it's a long run here. I was trying to make it here and back to the ladies' block before my wife left her room. Don't want to lose her again, after all. Been there, done that. I tried to bring your sword back a few nights ago, but you didn't answer. And I tried again last night, but I forgot it in my room and the doors were teleporting us all over the place- you know, the usual nighttime shenanigans."

[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

Javert had certainly heard plenty about Threepwood's wife the last time they had traveled together; still, it came as some surprise that she would actually turn up. It was a credit to how long he'd been here that he didn't even bother asking if she knew how to defend herself. Most of the women here did, and she was married to a pirate besides.

Several nights ago...what had happened then? It was getting increasingly difficult to remember, the nights seeming as long as they did. "I must have left on a patrol before you arrived," he said briskly. "Still, it's of little consequence. Don't let me detain you any further."

[threepwood]

"Right-o!" Guybrush said, and with a quick salute and a ninety-degree turn on one ankle, he was off running again. Javert's sword returned, check; time to find Elaine!

[And he's off to here.]