Night 53: Main Hallway, 1-East

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"And anyway, was that a map or what?" She hadn't gotten a good look, but if Scarecrow had consulted it, it was either a map or instructions. Mele didn't know which was more likely.

It was a good idea to exchange notes once in a while, probably. Maybe she'd do that in the day tomorrow; she'd been focusing so much on what everyone encountered that it hadn't occurred to her to ask where they'd been exploring. It wasn't that hard to see all there was to see in a building, or so she'd thought.

The flashlight flickered again, and Mele bit back a curse as she paused to shake it.

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[scarefaux]

Huh, so Mele hadn't seen her shadow either? The Scarecrow had to admit that while he was surprised, he was a little relieved to hear there were a number of people whose shadows hadn't acted strangely. He still thought it was odd Landel would only target certain people, but if that had been a part of his plan all along, then it made sense. After all, what if it had been his shadow to act up instead and he'd been with a stranger during the night? A friend was more likely to believe something they couldn't see based on good faith; a stranger may have thought he'd lost his mind- his human one, at that.

"It's a map I copied from the board only a day or so after I arrived," he answered, slowing his pace. "It seemed like a good idea at the time, and I'm sure glad I did it now. The ones posted lately don't have the second floor labeled as well as mine. I've also added a few points, things that I might ought to note. Just in case, you know?"

He turned as they neared the stairs. "You can copy mine if you've not got one. I've got a pen and some paper. A map is a very handy thing to have in a confusing place like this."

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"Hmm...yeah, that would be helpful," Mele answered, distracted. She shook the flashlight once more, and when the beam steadied again, she turned toward the stairs with barely a glance at the hall.

It was just the hall at the other end of the Sun Room; not anything she'd seen before, but she could probably get a peek in the day (with its accompanying better lighting) if she was quick tomorrow.

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This part of the hall was still empty, and the girl glanced around cautiously as they moved into it, hand resting on the hilt of her sword. When nothing immediately jumped out at them, she relaxed a bit. And tried not to think of Roland dying because of their efforts about five feet to the left. Nope, not something to think about. Something else.

"Uh, so." Geniusly eloquent. Right. "Hey, did you see anything weird last night? Like a creepy shadow of a companion, maybe?" Right to the point, but whatever, it was there. She had been thinking about the stuff with Nigredo last night a lot over the day, and if it was an institute-wide thing, she could at least understand it a bit more.

[vstheworld]

"No."

The answer was immediate, perhaps a little too much so. Scott seemed to realize this after a moment, then clarified with: "Not... that I know of, anyway? I think a friend of mine might have. Something about a shadow with tree branches growing out of it?"

Half of Scott was flat-out lying right now. The NegaScott thing was not something he wanted to talk about right now, least of all with a complete stranger, cool though she was. Whether Senna believed him or got the hint that this wasn't something she ought to ask him about, everything would be fine so long as he got to keep his mouth shut.

The other half of him, though, was genuinely having a hard time pulling details of the encounter to the forefront of his mind. That was because, already, his subconscious was pulling overtime on shoveling more gray matter on top of that memory, like dirt over a secret shoebox in the backyard. He could recall that there was an incident, that NegaScott had been there, and that Other Matt had been affected by something too. However, words were starting to get fuzzy for him, and the exact sequence of events wasn't quite linear anymore. He saw more a string of random images and sounds now than a clear memory. It would have been kind of amazing to an outside observer, if it wasn't also kind of sad/distressing. Or if, you know, an outside observer could see into Scott's mind in the first place.

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