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damned_institute2010-12-13 02:54 am
lighthearted) wrote in damned_institute2010-12-13 02:54 am
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Night 53: M1-M10 Hallway
As Sora had guessed, Bridget had refused to budge from his sleep through all of dinner, and even through the nighttime announcements. Landel seemed uptight, worried about something and annoyed at them all at the same time. As if he had the right to be annoyed at them! Sora frowned up at the intercom transmitter for a moment.
Still, was there really going to be a visitor tomorrow? The Eagle sounded like some sort of weird nickname, but in this place Sora could only guess. For all he knew, it was a real eagle -- or rather, some huge, rabid eagle monster.
It seemed that he wouldn't have to worry about it until tomorrow, though, and so the boy did his best to focus on the present moment. He'd organized everything for Arts and Crafts, so now all he had to do was gather his things and head out to the meeting spot.
Well, changing into his proper outfit was the first step, though doing it in a quiet room with his roommate sleeping in the bed only made Sora miss Hanatarou even more. Even if they'd awkwardly turned from each other whenever they'd both changed their clothes, at least they'd been used to each other and at least they'd talked.
Sighing as he put the finishing touches on his outfit, Sora then grabbed for both his radio and his flashlight, nodding to himself. He remembered how Scott had offered some batteries, but he'd have to pick those up another night. For the moment all he had to do was get to the stairs, as he did practically every night. And so he stepped out of the room and quietly moved down the empty hall. With Kairi in the mix, there was actually a chance that he might be beaten to the stairs, so he had to hurry!
[To here.]
Still, was there really going to be a visitor tomorrow? The Eagle sounded like some sort of weird nickname, but in this place Sora could only guess. For all he knew, it was a real eagle -- or rather, some huge, rabid eagle monster.
It seemed that he wouldn't have to worry about it until tomorrow, though, and so the boy did his best to focus on the present moment. He'd organized everything for Arts and Crafts, so now all he had to do was gather his things and head out to the meeting spot.
Well, changing into his proper outfit was the first step, though doing it in a quiet room with his roommate sleeping in the bed only made Sora miss Hanatarou even more. Even if they'd awkwardly turned from each other whenever they'd both changed their clothes, at least they'd been used to each other and at least they'd talked.
Sighing as he put the finishing touches on his outfit, Sora then grabbed for both his radio and his flashlight, nodding to himself. He remembered how Scott had offered some batteries, but he'd have to pick those up another night. For the moment all he had to do was get to the stairs, as he did practically every night. And so he stepped out of the room and quietly moved down the empty hall. With Kairi in the mix, there was actually a chance that he might be beaten to the stairs, so he had to hurry!
[To here.]
M2 - waiting for the Doctor
But it was either that or get hung up on his talk with Sam and he knew he wasn't equipped to handle that thing right this second. Or ever, but he didn't have that, so sooner or later he'd have to suck it up. Grab it by the balls. That kinda thing. Dean didn't have a whole lot of time to go breaking his promises to Sam. It was a shitty way to go, far as he was concerned. All he needed was some time to just take it in, make sure he wasn't onboard still with murdering Sam in his sleep (hell, he was probably too surprised by that talk with the kid anyway) and get through another night first. Didn't seem too bad on paper.
Then again, he'd thought that the night he ran into the Doctor, so Dean was a little wary.
If he could just make it without Daleks and monster statues, he'd be set.
Dean checked the salt line around the room's edges while he waited, then the devil's trap on the ceiling.
Re: M2 - waiting for the Doctor
Another turn and another stretch of hallway later, and the Doctor could see M2 ahead.
Last time he'd come this way was the night Donna and Brainiac 5 had been taken for experiments, and... Well, he really hoped that tonight wouldn't have any similarities to that night, for everyone's sake. At least Landel hadn't mentioned anything of the sort in his (admittedly lacking) announcements.
The Doctor stopped outside the door of M2, giving it a firm knock before cracking it open to peek inside. "Dean?"
Re: M2 - waiting for the Doctor
"How's your friend, by the way?" Dean asked, glancing over his shoulder at the Doctor. Donna hadn't been talkative the one time he'd sat down with her but he couldn't blame her. She'd been through hell, so if she wasn't exactly in a sharing and caring mood, he'd give her her space.
Re: M2 - waiting for the Doctor
"Better," the Doctor answered, looking finally away from the knife to Dean's face. "Well... probably. I didn't actually end up finding her today, but knowing her, she'll be okay." There was an unspoken 'I hope' somewhere in there, and the Doctor paused before adding, "Eventually. I'd give it a few days at least."
He may have not seen Donna today, but he'd be sure to find her tomorrow to make sure he was right. Or maybe even tonight, if he happened to see her; he wasn't going to try heading for her room after Dean's, since the chances seemed good he would have already missed her, but if he ended up spotting her in one of the halls...
"So what was it you wanted to see me about?" he asked suddenly.
Re: M2 - waiting for the Doctor
Those bandages on TARDIS hadn't exactly been as loud and flashy as the Daleks, but they'd definitely made an impression on Dean with that insanely fast healing. Would've been real nice to have on the job, Christ. Like the Daleks, he could safely say they didn't have those back where - when? - he came from. Damn shame they hadn't thought to pick up the stuff before they got dragged back to Landels, although it wasn't like there was any way they could've predicted it would turn out like that. Dean went through the rest of the stuff: forceps, skull chisel, scissors. A lot of stuff you could use for patching someone up or using them as weapons but...yeah, he wasn't sure about the Doctor, if it was wise to start handing him weapons, no matter how friendly he was, or if he even knew what to do with them in a first aid crisis. He figured if the guy was used to borderline magic bandages that going ghetto with all this other stuff was probably asking a lot.
He started to put the rest back, speaking over his shoulder, "I'm probably gonna have to run a supply run," seriously, they were dangerously low on salt, for starters. "You up for coming?"
Re: M2 - waiting for the Doctor
He slipped the bandages into a coat pocket, wishing again that they were still bigger on the inside; really, at this rate, he was going to run out of pocket space before he ran out of things to keep in them... especially if he might be picking up some more things tonight.
He had been thinking of taking another look at the chapel, but really, it wasn't so pressing that he had to go again tonight. A 'supply run' could be a good idea—he had the roll of gauze Dean had given him, but a few more wouldn't hurt, just in case. And who knew: maybe he'd find something even more useful, if there were more than just medical supplies to be had.
"Of course!" he answered with a smile, standing up. Dean was still rooting around—or maybe organizing—but the Doctor didn't think it would be too long before he was finished. "It sounds like a brilliant idea; definitely wouldn't hurt to pick up a few things."
Re: M2 - waiting for the Doctor
"What'd you have in mind? Probably help if we had a plan of attack," Dean said. He wasn't sure if the Doctor had seen that copy of the map someone had put up, but it was one of those things Dean didn't plan to leave without. He spread the copy he had out on the desk so the Doctor could take a look himself, craning his head down.
Okay, so he sucked at drawing. Dean never claimed he could draw worth a damn, but he figured it was (mostly) legible and that was what counted.
"Sun Room's probably a death trap, so I'm thinking we should try to avoid that," Dean said, tapping the paper with a finger. "Could try upstairs, see if we got any better luck there."
If they were really lucky, Dean would get through the night without getting shot at or...statued-at, which somehow sounded crazy, even with his line of work. Dean glanced over at the Doctor to judge his reaction, still privately amazed with the fact that the guy was still alive despite not carrying any real weapons (he wasn't sure if that sonic screwdriver counted or what), much less able to smile like a cheerful sonuvabitch. If Dean wasn't careful, that was probably gonna rub off.
Re: M2 - waiting for the Doctor
"I agree; upstairs sounds more promising." There were a lot more unlabeled places, for one; there were also the sleep study rooms marked off in a block, but there wouldn't be any supplies there. But where to start...
He pointed to a large block of rooms on the right-hand side of the upstairs. There were a lot of rooms marked off there, so it might be a good place to start. "This area might have something," he suggested. There were slightly fewer unmarked rooms on the left side of the map, but... With the proximity to the sleep study room, they might have been examination rooms, or medical-only supplies. "Well, the only thing we can really do is start checking rooms one by one. Some of these might just be offices, but they have to keep supplies somewhere."
He glanced at the door and then at Dean, his smile dimmed but still lingering on his face. "Allons-y!" he said, gathering up the map and heading for the door.
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