Night 55: M11 - M20 Hallway

[spandexorgtfo]

And there was the evening announcement, timely as always, although he could have done without the noise at the beginning. It was still slightly jarring to not hear those mocking tones that he had grown so accustomed to, but he did prefer the more direct announcements that had been rolling in ever since last evening. No pathetic attempts at creating

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[deathandgin]

Alaric's shower shift with Damon (... did he seriously just think that?) had helped put things in perspective, a fact he was none too happy about. The teacher had been very good at avoiding the whole vampires-stuck-in-a-institution thing for the most part, except that time where he had thought about it. This was not good for his blood pressure

[saviored]

Lights out: tick. Cryptic message designed to be ominous, but was, in actuality, just annoying: also tick. Seriously. These guys were more formulaic than the fifteen spinoffs of CSI put together.

Damon watched Klavier leave, waiting for his roommate to get out of there before he did anything. He couldn't help blinking in the unnatural dimness, as if that would make it go away and return his vision to normal. At least he could see why Stefan hadn't seen or heard a squirrel the size of an SUV barreling through the forest.

The door had barely closed behind Klavier before he pulled open a drawer and rifled through it. Nothing specific, really. Just on the off chance there was something new tossed in there. Who knew? Maybe the military room service left them a mint.

"New" wasn't the right word for what he found. Unexpected, though. Was that his flashlight? A flashlight, he supposed. Guess they were just that nice about replacing equipment. How thoughtful

[deathandgin]

Well that... worked better than he thought it would. Couldn't complain there.

Actually, several things he couldn't complain about, one being that they actually had a solid plan (though his brain thought define solid) and it was a place Alaric actually knew how to get to which, considering how the dark made everything kind of look all the same, was an improvement.

Another thing was that Damon hadn't made some snide comment about the fact that he was standing on two feet. That was already an improvement.

Oh. No snide comment at all. That just spelled either emergency or desperation. Both of which: not good. So the teacher followed without complaint.

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