[He tests his footing on the stairs. They feel stable enough; he doesn't exactly weigh much, especially considering he shrunk at Christmas. He hurries up the stairs, stops at the door, and frowns. Tch. Stupid electronic locks. Anybody he could have lifted a card from would have been on the other side of the door, so that's out. What would they pick for a code?
[The only thing that comes to mind is the date of the pink light going off in this area. If this doesn't work, he might bite the bullet and just blow it open with a much more controlled casting of his explosive spell. But he's trying not to alert the whole damn place to his break-out yet.]
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[The only thing that comes to mind is the date of the pink light going off in this area. If this doesn't work, he might bite the bullet and just blow it open with a much more controlled casting of his explosive spell. But he's trying not to alert the whole damn place to his break-out yet.]