damned_institute | Night 50: Main Hallway, 1-Center

[From here]

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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[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938569.html?thread=71291721#t71291721).]

As Porky strode into the center of the main hallway, he couldn't help but idly wonder what his companion would actually look like. True, they had used a (sometimes) female name and equally feminine handwriting in the bulletin post, but then, so had Porky. It would be nice if Porky's mysterious rendezvous was actually a girl, though.

And then Porky saw him and all hopes of having an attractive partner to work with were violently crushed beneath a massive (and admittedly magnificent) beard. Chris really hadn't been kidding when he had said he hadn't been able to shave his beard here. What's more, that beard was attached to what looked like over 200 pounds of muscle and intimidation. In short..."Christ" was not Porky's type, to say the least.

Porky waved his torch at the towering figure as he approached.

"Good Lord!" Porky said, a grin on his face, "You've really let yourself go, Chris! What ever happened to maintaining that girlish figure of yours?"

LeChuck had also been vaguely hoping for some attractive wench, who he could perhaps turn to his side to take revenge on Guybrush for his actions. Just because he was madly in love with Elaine didn't mean he couldn't appreciate other beauty, after all. But he did immediately notice the lit torch coming down the hall amongst the electric flashlights. It was still hard to tell if anyone was particularly pale by the dim light, but the kid holding it was certainly a candidate...

Ah, and he confirmed it himself, he was here to meet "Chris." Of course, LeChuck wasn't ready to tip his hand just yet - he'd chosen an androgynous name for a reason, and he didn't know how much he could trust "Paula", enemy of Guybrush or not. Besides which, he needed to practice his nice-guy act if he was going to use it on the population at large, and it had been a few months since he really dedicated himself to the role.

So, he put on his sincerest, apologetic frown. "Oh, I'm so sorry, you must have been expecting something different. I've been told my handwriting is misleading, but yes, I'm Chris. Are you, uh... Paula was it?" He feigned ignorance, attempting to appear as nervous and un-intimidating as possible. Which was only slightly hindered by trying to listen to what the Doctor was babbling about on the intercom, without seeming to notice.

Unfortunately, these layers of deception suddenly didn't matter when a horrible screech came through the intercom.

LeChuck felt weak, and dropped to one knee as pain exploded in his head for a brief moment. With the full force of his anger he bellowed, "Bloody Bilge-rats, what the devil was that?!"

...whoops. So much for that plan.

Tch. Not only was the head doctor blathering about something that Porky didn't care about at all, but it looked like this Chris guy was actually just a person that Guybrush had annoyed. Not surprising, considering that Guybrush wasn't exactly the most charming person on the planet, but Porky had been hoping to meet with someone that actually had an axe to grind with that pirate. Still, he did look strong. Porky idly wondered about how difficult it would be to convince Chris to knowingly hurt Threepwood.

Then came the feedback and Porky couldn't help but drop his torch and clap his hands over his ears, teeth gritted in pain. "Oh my Pork!" he growled as the sound died down. Fucking Landel and his...his shenanigans! As Porky silently fumed, he knelt over to pick over his now-extinguished torch.

And then "Chris" exploded in rage. Porky froze in place, still bending over to pick up the torch. A wicked smile slowly crept onto his face and he couldn't help but snicker evilly as he straightened up and relit his torch, taking the lighter out from his pocket.

"Now call me crazy..." Porky began, looking at Chris with an eyebrow raised, "But I don't think your name is Chris. And you can drop the act. We're all friends here. My enemy's enemy is my friend, no?"

LeChuck got to his feet, one finger wiggling in his ear, trying to stop the left-over ringing. He was annoyed at the sound, but also that his charade had only lasted a matter of seconds. At least the boy had acted appropriately surprised at the the change.

"Aye, fine. I suppose any enemy o' Threepwood is a friend o' mine." That wasn't completely true, considering weirdos like DeSinge had also tried to kill Guybrush, but this guy at least seemed sharp enough to be given a chance. "Ye can call me LeChuck. And I don't think yer name is Paula, eh?"

Porky shook his head, trying to readjust himself. That screeching had knocked him a bit off balance as well as being horribly loud. Despite his daze, he still perked up when he heard LeChuck speak.

"Oh, my Pork!" Porky said, grinning, "You're really an honest to God pirate, aren't you? The kind that's always running around singing sea shanties and ordering people to walk the plank and shouting 'yarr-harr-fiddle-dee-dee!' Oh, man! This is crazy!"

"Ah, my name's Porky," the former king said, idly wondering how many times LeChuck had actually gone 'Arrrrgh.' "Pleased to meet you, LeChuck!"

LeChuck glanced around the hallway - there were still people milling around, and if they weren't too distracted by that blasted sound, he'd already made a scene. It was probably futile with Threepwood, Elaine, and LeFlay here but he would like to keep his distinctly evil nature from being public knowledge as long as he could.

"Alright lad, c'mon, let's talk business a little more privately." He headed for the door leading away from the Sun Room, hoping for less eavesdroppers.

Night 50: Main Hallway, 1-Center

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