Night 51: M-C Block Hallway

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Now where had Knives said her room was? Scott reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the crumpled napkin she had written the number on at breakfast. F30. Okay. Assuming the girls' block worked the same way the guys' one did and wasn't some alternate dimensional maze that only people with boobs (twitch) would understand, Scott was pretty sure he could find the right room. 

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[threepwood]

"Hey, LeChuck came up to me," Guybrush said in a stern tone. He was not about to let it go down in the books that he willingly stood next to the infamous dread pirate and his 8th Wonder of the World as he lathered his beard in a steamy shower. The last thing he needed was to find an embellished version of the scene retold in one of Elaine's trashy novels. Guybrush and LeChuck: A Tale of Men and Masts didn't settle well with him.

Speaking of things not settling in the pit of his stomach, the bathroom door was in sight. Guybrush dragged his feet as he stayed a step behind Morgan, the proximity literally weighing on him.

"I figured Stan came to see me because I owed him money or he had a new scheme up his plaid sleeves, but he claimed he wasn't the same guy at all. He said Brian Moriarty had a lot of legal issues and was looking for an insanity defense for his case. I have no idea how he got here, since he spent the whole time lecturing me on how I wasn't Guybrush Threepwood and something about a restraining order against Elaine and a lengthy sales pitch about how 'stealing isn't considered conducive to society.' You've seen him! It all gets muddled after a few minutes. Remind me if you ever want one of his business cards. They're as tacky as you'd expect from him. Or the not him. Whichever he is."

Guybrush stopped at the bathroom door. "I don't think he's going to be able to help us. Either he's only pretending to go along with the whole 'We're all crazy and not who we think we are' plot, or he's been brainwashed somehow. Or maybe pretending to be a court-appointed attorney named Stanley to trick kidnapped patients in a spooky asylum is his latest job. He does have a knack for learning new skills."

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"Yeah, you're right. I don't think Stan would go along with all this willingly unless there was money to be made, and we can't pay him for anything as long as we're stuck in here with our stuff confiscated. So if he didn't give you any help, either whoever's behind this either forced him into it, or they've got enough pieces o' eight to sink a galleon. Either way, they're dangerous." That was Morgan's professional analysis, anyway. Too bad it wasn't anything they didn't already know. "Did he say anything that might actually be useful? Anything about DeSinge?" she asked hopefully, but her money was on no. Even if he had, Guybrush probably hadn't been taking the hints. He was good at that.

She wasn't exactly sure where the men's bathrooms were, but Guybrush had stopped outside a door a few paces behind her, and it was at the same point in this hallway as the women's bathroom was in hers. "Time to collect," she announced energetically as she moved past him and through the doorway.

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