Even Sun was affected, taking longer to come back and charge again, and then dropping into sleep mode without protest. He was quieter... but he kept cleaning.
And then... a miscalculation. That room was lit. Not well, but well enough. From the hall. It would be fine, really. Totally.
It wasn't fine.
The lights in the hall were enough to keep Sun Sun, ordinarily... but there was a middle ground between day and dim, where a low light wouldn't be bright enough to bring Sun back out of Moon, nor dim enough to bring Moon out of Sun. And his sensors worked on thresholds, the switching logic on sustained levels. It was a delicate balance, all very situational.
Moon set the broom aside by the doorframe and peeked out into the hall. He growled, a hissing, breathless version of Sun's high voice, and scanned the hall, near the doorways. He pulled his head back into the room, waiting a moment, and then took the distance to the next room quickly, ducking inside its darkness. Another moment, and he peeked out again... and then quickly leapt to the other side of the hall, where a ways down there was a switch he could trigger.
The hall was plunged into darkness, its lights extinguished.
Moon cackled; the lights of his eyes came on, their dim glow washing over everything nearby. He began to explore.
He was quiet. Very quiet now, thanks to the oil Foulques had helped him with. He jumped up to the tops of the lockers and crouched down, the jingle of his bells silencing after a second, quiet as they'd been to begin with. His head snapped up as he spotted a door opening, down the hall.
He leaned down, his waist swiveling backwards as he crept forward on all fours toward the door. He listened; he could hear movement within.
His giggling, strained and off-kilter, echoed down the hall as he jumped down, stepping closer. He took hold of the doorknob and turned it carefully, opening it just a little, and slipped inside, only to close it behind him quickly.
"Naughty, naughty," He hissed, his head spinning a full rotation as he regarded his targets, dropping back down into a low crouch, his hands lifting up in front of himself, a giant nightmare marionette at the ready....
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And then... a miscalculation. That room was lit. Not well, but well enough. From the hall. It would be fine, really. Totally.
It wasn't fine.
The lights in the hall were enough to keep Sun Sun, ordinarily... but there was a middle ground between day and dim, where a low light wouldn't be bright enough to bring Sun back out of Moon, nor dim enough to bring Moon out of Sun. And his sensors worked on thresholds, the switching logic on sustained levels. It was a delicate balance, all very situational.
Moon set the broom aside by the doorframe and peeked out into the hall. He growled, a hissing, breathless version of Sun's high voice, and scanned the hall, near the doorways. He pulled his head back into the room, waiting a moment, and then took the distance to the next room quickly, ducking inside its darkness. Another moment, and he peeked out again... and then quickly leapt to the other side of the hall, where a ways down there was a switch he could trigger.
The hall was plunged into darkness, its lights extinguished.
Moon cackled; the lights of his eyes came on, their dim glow washing over everything nearby. He began to explore.
He was quiet. Very quiet now, thanks to the oil Foulques had helped him with. He jumped up to the tops of the lockers and crouched down, the jingle of his bells silencing after a second, quiet as they'd been to begin with. His head snapped up as he spotted a door opening, down the hall.
There.
Movement.
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He leaned down, his waist swiveling backwards as he crept forward on all fours toward the door. He listened; he could hear movement within.
His giggling, strained and off-kilter, echoed down the hall as he jumped down, stepping closer. He took hold of the doorknob and turned it carefully, opening it just a little, and slipped inside, only to close it behind him quickly.
"Naughty, naughty," He hissed, his head spinning a full rotation as he regarded his targets, dropping back down into a low crouch, his hands lifting up in front of himself, a giant nightmare marionette at the ready....