Night 51: West Wing, North Hall 1-A

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Here was that right turn. About the only place Logan could get to with no confusion was the bulletin board, and by extension the cafeteria: straight down the hall, take two lefts. Once he got there, there was a possibility that he'd get held up - a handful of people had all said the same thing: trying to go through that room at night was a bad idea.

Well, it was a good idea; it just also happened to be dangerous. It sounded like the crew that'd tried to hit the basement last night had gotten held up, and there was nowhere else that could happen. There were two doors in the cafeteria that indicated there was some other way to get in, but Logan had no idea what that was. There was a door way behind him, but that was the wrong direction. With any luck, Kurt would have an idea.

With his luck, both doors led to goddamn broom closets.

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"I'm a mutant," Leela tried, just to see the reaction, really. "I just don't look like one right now." If he'd been here more than a day or so, he was almost sure to have run into people from the future of when they were supposed to be, or people who weren't in their right bodies. "And I'm from New New York."

There were a lot of people from Japan here. Usually, Leela didn't think about nationalities, since everyone always appeared to be speaking English, and a human was a human. It was interesting, but probably didn't mean anything, she decided. She opened the door to outside, thinking about whether she wanted to hit Niikura with all the weirdness at once.

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