Night 50: Main Hallway, 1-Center

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Unlike the western section, the central portion of this hallway was completely deserted. On any other night, von Karma would have used this to his advantage to arrive at one of the upstairs locations before anyone else did. The Janitor's Closet, for one, contained a large cache of metal that he could use to compensate Mr. Geeste for the work he would do for him three nights later.

But for now, von Karma merely had to go as far as the very first doorway to his right, which led straight into Waiting Room 1. This was far more important -- though less pleasant -- than his prospective metal scavenger hunt. Besides, by the time he had replied to Mr. Geeste's notice, Ms. Taura had already accepted an assignment from that blasted History Club. He would simply have to try to contact her tomorrow morning as soon as possible before she could accept another one.

Shaking his head, von Karma turned the door knob, expecting to have to jimmy it open, but instead discovering that the door wasn't locked after all.

[To here (with Court's permission to just go on ahead <3 ) ]

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A number of things happened all at once then: Ryuuzaki arrived and started asking questions (no surprises there), Pilgrim looked appropriately chastened, Keman explained his "mage fire" (Jesus, Indy was relieved that there was enough else going on that all he needed to offer in response was a wide-eyed nod before he shoved the impossibility aside to deal with later), and Peter turned up. In those clothes. Indy could have smacked himself in the forehead. He already had enough credibility at stake bringing all these people who didn't know each other together; why the hell had the kid felt compelled to show up in his Halloween costume? Repressing the urge to heave an exasperated smile, he reminded himself that that was supposed to be what Peter wore to fight crime; he probably thought of it as a professional uniform of sorts. Indy readjusted his own hat with a sudden twinge of self-consciousness.

"Usually I'd agree with you, but he didn't invite this crowd. I did," he explained to Peter just as Lunge came down the hall and joined them. That was seven. As always, it was difficult to gauge time in here, but Indy estimated that long enough had passed that anyone who hadn't already shown must've been held up somewhere. Logan had said he'd catch up if he was coming, anyway. This was the whole group, then--at least for now. It occurred to Indy that since this had sort of turned into his party, he should be a good host and say a few words to get things rolling.

"Looks like it," he replied to Lunge. Then he cleared his throat and said, loud enough for everyone in the group to hear him but hopefully not so loud that he was projecting down the hall, "Hello, everyone. Thank you for coming." It was slightly awkward addressing such a motley crew (literally, in at least one case), but Indy was practiced at these kinds of speeches and the brisk professionalism they required. "We don't have time for a lot of introductions, but let me outline the plan quickly. As you all know, we're going down into the basement, which you get to via a secret entrance in the walk-in freezer in the nearest kitchen." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the Sun Room doors to indicate the cafeteria and kitchen beyond.

"The first room there is a large ballroom, where Scott--" Indy moved his hand forward to indicate Pilgrim and continued grudgingly, "--saw a large, two-headed, fire-breathing monster standing guard two nights ago. If it's still down there, or if we run into trouble somewhere else, the guy who was with him suggested splitting into two groups: one to hold the thing off while the other moves past." As he mentioned the non-combatant group, Indy's glance moved over Lunge, Pilgrim and Keman (who looked unarmed, as far as he could tell)--hopefully not stopping long enough to offend anyone who didn't like the implication, but long enough to make his suggestion clear. If they agreed, that'd leave Dent and the Costumed Wonder to help him fight off the lab rat. Ryuuzaki, Indy reasoned, might fall into either category--he had the same machete, which wasn't a bad weapon as they went around here, but Indy still had no idea how well the man could fight.

"The only other thing I have to add is watch your steps. Aside from the little Ryuuzaki and Lunge saw last night, we don't know much about the basement other than that it's supposed to be dangerous. If everyone's ready--" he looked around; they looked like they were, "--then let's get going." So saying, Indy turned and walked through the Sun Room doors.

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