Night 62: Stairwell by Waiting Room/Lobby 1

[rocksthecourt]

[from here]

He'd managed to calm down enough to continue forward, but the silence was truly becoming grating by this point. And it wasn't doing anything to help with his anxiety, if one were to be frank. It was easier to ignore paranoia than this level of profound silence. There was absolutely nothing from the hallway behind or ahead. And nothing from outside either. Only the steady rhythm of his feet hitting the stairs.

...And if he focused on that, maybe... yes, it was just a little bit calming. If only slightly.

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[avengingfists]

[from here]

"This way," Ilia muttered as they entered the dark stairwell. She cleared her throat, willing the thickness to leave it. She had to keep her wits about her and her eyes clear of tears while they were still in potentially dangerous areas. Not that she knew for a fact that the morgue would be any safer, but at least seeing Rose lying there dead would mean that her tears would be justified.

She hoped Seishin would stay close and had a clearer head. Maybe if she did happen to miss an obvious signal of a monster approach he would have the clarity to shout before it reached them.

[unpriest]

Seishin had wondered whether to ask Silvestri-san how she was, but the answer would have been obvious. It would have been thoughtless, wouldn't it? He wasn't quite certain whether anything he said would be able to console her, so he followed Silvestri-san quietly.

He stayed close to the woman, keeping his eye on their surroundings as they began climbing the stairs.

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[heroesdontshave]

[from here]

...If either Ryuu or Celty were wondering what kinds of plans might have been bouncing around inside Snow's head, it was now more than apparent that stealth was likely not a part of them. True to his word, Snow rushed on ahead and up the stairs at a fast pace, like he was eager to get up to the second floor.

He assumed the other two were right behind him, but he hadn't turned to check or anything. He was point, so as long as he was up front and ready for whatever wanted to pop out and chomp on them, it was all good. And despite how absolutely carefree he probably looked, he definitely was ready for anything that might decide to jump out. The light really didn't help as much as he would have liked, so he was just gonna have to keep his eyes peeled and react in an instant.

[ofthemotions]

Answers. Mikado, as well, was looking for answers, but the two likely differed in the premise. He looked at Celty curiously, but even if he wanted to broach it, the second offered was gone-- Snow had started up and taken off. Leaving them nearly in the dust. The boy stared a moment, then laughed for a beat, somewhat uncomfortable. "...At least this will be interesting, more likely," he commented to Celty, and if his tone was lighter than it should have been in the situation he didn't realize.

Instead he followed Snow up the stairs to the second floor.

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[lighthearted]

[From here.]

On the way up the stairs, Sora heard the intercom come to life above them, which forced him to pause and glance upward. While he'd been ready to hear Landel's voice again, taunting them about this whole illness thing, it turned out to be something different.

"That thing again?" he muttered to himself as the computerized voice sang out some sort of weird melody, followed by a random string of ones and zeroes. Sora sighed and scratched at his head. He already wasn't feeling well, so trying to sort through something like this seemed like a huge undertaking. "What was that about?"

[thecamellia]

“Yes, let’s give it a shot and go from there!” she suggested.

Her and Rapunzel’s mission to find their meeting room had become second fiddle to taking care of Sora, at least in Tsubaki’s mind. Her words might have sounded confident, but internally her worry was starting to get a stranglehold over her. Although she wanted the boy to rest, she also wanted to keep him nearby in case… well, in case he got worse. Wracking her brain about it didn’t offer any other bright ideas--visiting the chapel was one of the few possibilities she could think of.

The intercom announcement really didn’t make her feel better. Weren’t things bad enough without that I.R.I.S. program saying weird things?

Sadly, she said, “Probably nothing good.” Somehow the string of unintelligible numbers was worse than actual words. At least when the announcements were in a normal language, a person could understand what was being said.