DAMNED || LANDEL'S INSTITUTE

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Night 53: East Wing, Hall A
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mugenreppa wrote in damned
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That was a lie, though. She didn't have a definitive list that she added to and subtracted from, but she had the general sense that certain people she'd talked to once or twice were missing. But if they were gone, there was nothing she could do. Except rain curses on the institute, but she'd already done plenty of that, and it didn't work. Because then they'd just take away someone else.

Swinging her light cautiously from side to side, Mele squinted into the dark at the doors lining the halls. "What are you looking for, anyway? What's in these rooms?"

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With only one more room left in the hall, the Scarecrow found himself excited to head for the next handle. It didn't budge when he turned it, so he gave the lock a whack with his flashlight. Still nothing- drat! If the entrance to the third floor was in the hall somewhere, it was undoubtedly behind one of the locked doors; after all, why would they be locked so tightly unless the Wizard Landel wanted to be sure no one could get in there? The other doors had opened easily enough.

"Looks like we aren't getting through this way," the Scarecrow. He wandered back to Mele, stopping beside her and holding his map so she could see it. "And no third floor stairs we can reach, either. What should we do? Should we head somewhere else? Or try another hall?"

Edited at 2011-01-04 06:20 am (UTC)

"Why, is the crown important?" Mele asked as she followed him out. It might have been something shiny, but a token was just a token. Surely strength was more important? Scarecrow thought about a lot of things Mele didn't or hadn't considered, though; maybe this was one of those things. "Maybe Landel took it. He's a jerk," Mele declared, as if the latter statement wasn't obvious.

And thinking was overrated, anyway. Mele was about to say as much, but decided to watch him go at the door instead. The pause gave her time to remember that Scarecrow was a king and therefore probably placed a lot of value of brains for that reason. Mele shrugged—strength was still more important—and glanced at the map as Scarecrow returned. Horrible Hallway, 'Witches Here Sometimes' (heh), Sleep Studies....

Mele grabbed his arm as she read the last. "Sleep Studies?" She looked up at him. "What's over there?"

"I suppose the crown isn't really all that important," the Scarecrow said with a nod, "seeing how I'm the king on account of my superior brains. The crown simply marks me as such. Still, I'd hate to lose it since it wasn't really mine, and it was an awful nice- "

He was cut off by Mele's sudden interest in his map and... oh. He trembled at even the thought of that hall and what exactly had happened there. Yes, it was an eye-opening experience that had helped him see through the Wizard Landel's tricks; however, it was an event that still plagued him every time he was reminded of his inability to think deeply, even though he had a human brain with his human body. Not only had they tampered with the only brain he had in the Institute, but they'd also put in the clever little thing.

"That's where... well, this happened." He kept his eyes on her as he touched that spot on his head, the hair there still a little shorter than the rest. How long had it been now? Even if his body healed, he wouldn't be forgetting that night anytime soon.

Well, that changed things. That was okay, they could just go and poke around there—

Dammit, no they couldn't. Not if Scarecrow's face was any indication, and she was standing close enough to have felt the tremor that went through his body at the mention, too. Mele bit her lip, partly in frustration, partly in unreasonable anger at the set of circumstances that had led her here to discover this while in the company of Scarecrow, who she wouldn't force into going there.

No, wait a minute. Mele looked at the map again. Hadn't she been in that hall? If this was the Sun Room and these the stairs at the other end of the Sun Room hallway...and there was the Morgue. She'd definitely passed it at some point; it would be simple to find again.

"Not there, then," she said to Scarecrow, eyes on the map. "Have you been to everywhere else on this map? Anywhere your crown would be?"

"I've not been far down any of the side halls, save for this one," the Scarecrow said, shaking his head and trying not to think about that horrible night. He pulled his map of the first floor out, setting it atop its brother. "There are so many places I haven't been yet on both floors."

There were times he felt like he wasted a lot of time on trying to find his body and his brain, but he was convinced everything would be all right if he just had his diploma back. The Wizard may have assured him others had no more brains than he had, but those he'd been given definitely made a difference. If he could find them, surely he'd be able to think of a way to help everyone and save Dorothy!

"And I don't see anywhere else it could be," he continued as he scanned over the labeled rooms. He was willing to bet it was with his original body, though that was reportedly on the third floor, and he'd had no luck at all finding it thus far. "I suppose we can always try moving to the next hall and searching those rooms. We never know what we'll find until we try."

The Scarecrow swallowed the uncomfortable knot forming in his throat, feeling very much like the Cowardly Lion at that moment. It had to be because he was without his brains and human- it was hard to discern the limitations of his current body. "And if we get all the way on the other side of the building, well... I'm positive we'll be fine in that hallway. We'll watch out for each other to make sure nothing bad happens."

That was all very well, but there was no guarantee that it was anywhere in this building. It wasn't like Landel had made any kind of promise on that front. And even if he did, he'd probably break it. Or maybe it was in the Sleep Studies hall, the jerk!

Well, it could all be a ruse, but systematic searching seemed like the only option left. Why play around when he could have just put that crown into a locked room? There was no point trying to guess.

Though that did make the search for his wizardry techniques much, much harder. Maybe lure one of the brainwashed attackers to a locked door...?

"Yeah," she responded. "You never know." Although if it was anything like that message just now, she was smacking something.

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