Mad Fantasy

[baka]

Fitz himself hasn't noticed said puddles. He jabs the button for the sixth floor and stands, hands clasped in front of him, waiting for the lift to move.

[Carthrat]

The lift promptly takes Fitz to his destination.

Just before he reaches the sixth floor, a wave of impalbable 'wrongness' sweeps over him. It's an incredibly unsettling feeling, like when you realise you're about to be caught for something you shouldn't be doing, or when you've just heard of war atrocities on the news. As quickly as it's there, it's gone- all but a slight tinge of worry.

The elevator door opens, revealing the sixth floor to be a typical office layout.

[baka]

The "wrongness" wave buffets Fitz, and he looks around the lift as it disappears, puzzled. Suddenly he remembers himself and squeezes past the other occupants of the lift, out onto the sixth floor.

Once out, he looks around, scanning for a janitor's closet, or storage closet, or just any type of closet. Failing that, he heads in a likely direction and keeps looking.

[Carthrat]

There's actually a few maintenance closests here and there; ranging from 'Fire Hose' to 'Janitor' to 'Keep Out'.

[baka]

Further glancing around to check how many people pay any attention to him, Fitz heads towards the most obvious closet - "Keep Out".

[Carthrat]

This closet is bigger than it looks on the outside; a small maintenance room, in fact. There's a bulky bodybag lying one corner that's squirming, and making muffled, angry noises that weren't audible from outside.

[baka]

Fitz dashes straight over to the bodybag, fumbling with the zips as he tries to open them too fast in his excitement. After a moment, he calms down, and opens it properly.