Anonymous 2009/05/14 (Thu) 21:56 No. 19823 “Well, if you're sure...” Letty mumbles, her voice wavering slightly. You look at her for a few moments before shaking your head slightly.
“Maybe a bit of a break would be a good idea?” You suggest, causing her to smile and nod in relief. “Since here seems pretty safe and all...”
The woman nods and smiles at you before turning and slipping her arm under your shoulder and leading to you one of the beds next to where Reimu lay. “Right then,” she states, “You two get some rest - you as well Marisa, you're hiding it well but you can't fool me, you used up more energy taking out the traps than you want to admit.” You laugh slightly as Marisa, blushing, ducks her head in embarassment at being caught out.
The morgue entrance, at least this one, was a set of concrete steps leading down into a short gloomy tunnel. Beside it was an elevator, which you had unanimously agreed not to use as the idea of being caught in what was effectively a large metal coffin really didn't appeal to any of your group. Besides, it was pretty obvious that the only real use for that elevator was to move corpses from various floors down for storage in the morgue and that, frankly, didn't help the case for using it.
“So... You want to go first?” Marisa asked, nervously glancing down into the gloom.
“Afraid?” You whisper back, “I'm surprised at you.”
The blond girl grimaces, gesturing with her baseball bat, “Not afraid,” she mumbles, “But it's... dead people... y'know? Besides, I don't see you being in a hurry to go down there.”
You're about to reply when Reimu simply pushes past you, hurrying down the stairs in a quick tak tak tak of hard soles on concrete. Steadying yourself you look down at her as she glances back, sighs at the two of you, then casually pushes the morgue door open to walk inside.
“Priests and shrine maidens often get called in to perform last rites for people.” You feel Letty's hand on your shoulder, and you suspect that her other hand is probably on Marisa's. “Though I think Reimu herself is likely considered too inexperienced to do them herself, I have no doubt she would have attended more than a few.” There's a slight hesitant pause before Letty continues, “I don't know if she's aware that what she sees in a casket is not quite the same as what goes into a morgue though...” With that the larger woman clapped both you and Marisa on the back, before stooping to grab her weapon and following Reimu into the gloom.
“You'll chew a nameless horror to death, but you don't like the idea of corpses? You're hard to understand Yukari,” Reisen commented, following Letty. You note that she's holding a torch up against her nailgun to illuminate what she aimed at, the same way you saw people do in movies. “The faster we go, the faster we get out again.” she adds, prompting both you and Marisa to hurry after her.
The morgue itself was badly lit, though you could make out plenty of light fixtures covering the ceiling. Letty, as you creeped along, quietly explained that it was a belief thing - people expected morgues to be badly lit, like in horror films, and so inevitably it meant that such a place during a second day would be badly lit. It made sense, you guessed, in that twisted way in which everything made some kind of sense during these days.
What was worse was that you knew you weren't alone down here. Every now and then a torch, usually Reisen's - she seemed to have the sharpest vision out of all of you - would sudden swing up to lighten some nook, crevice or patch of ceiling. There were shadows, flying ones, down here - though as of yet none of you had managed to catch a good look at one. It wasn't long before you found a junction, marked with some simple signs. Specifically, unreadable signs.
“Let me guess,” you grumble, “Because they're always badly signposted in horror films?”
“Actually, they're just old.” Letty replies, rubbing one of the signs with her hand. “Except this last one, which seems more recent than the rest - for a newer department perhaps?” She removes her hand, letting you see the sign marked for cold storage. “I don't think it's for corpses.” She adds, “Most likely the specimens bank they started a year or so ago - frozen sperm, eggs, blood, that kind of thing if I remember right.”
“Corpses wouldn't be too far off then,” Reisen points out, “I see corpses stored in freezers all the time on crime drama shows. It would make sense to have their cold storage near, well, other cold storage.”
“Seems a little weird, sample stores next to body stores.” chimes in Marisa, “Doesn't it?”
Reisen shakes her head, “Not if they couldn't put them anywhere else. Plus we're underground, it's naturally colder - so they save a bit on power if they're doing it down here.”
“And the other directions?” You ask, cutting Marisa's retort off before she could make it. “There was another entrance to down here, and I think that might be straight ahead - though there must be other stuff down there too.”
“There's an external door too.” states Reimu. “The funeral parlors pick them up from there so that the bodies don't need to be taken through the hospital at large.” Noting your surprised looks she shrugs. “You pick these things up when you have to kill an hour waiting for the last few family members to show up at a service.” She pauses slightly, pursing her lips, “And when you make out with an apprentice mortician a few times, they really like the sound of their own voices.”
“Right...” you mumble, “well... let's -”
Party status: 65%
[ ] head left to 'Cold Storage'
[ ] head straight ahead to the other exit.
[ ] head to the right.
[ ] other plans
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