Night 65: M71-M80 Hallway

[complicatedliar]

Loki had turned his attention to the books as he finished dissecting his dinner. He listened to the intercom announcements with a growing sense of annoyance. He would like to have seen that clue for himself - and it would have presented the perfect opportunity to sow a bit of violence and confusion. Unfortunately, he had appointments that needed to be kept.

But the continued insistence of the oh-so-helpful resistance to have the worst timing possible (as far as Loki was concerned) grated.

When the lights went out he set up his flashlight and continued to read through the pharmacopoeia. He made notes for Soma on a sheet of paper torn from his notebook. Once that was done, he'd need to review the anatomy; all his studying needed to be done before Lust came to his room. He wished to give her his full attention.

[In M73, waiting for his ladyfriends.]

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M71-M80 Hallway

[impudentsongbird]

It wasn't anything Gabriel would ever admit out loud, but the broadcast was certainly intimidating. The Archangel's skin had crawled at the sound of the static, the way the voices had twisted; it hadn't been a pleasant sensation. Yet there had been two things of note: firstly, the fact that there had been a message of hope interrupting a message of terror. That there was someone in the position to actually take control of the intercom was encouraging; Gabriel wrote the authorisation code in his journal.

The other fact was the words Landel had used--human. Gabriel was certainly human, here. But he wasn't, originally. It made him wonder: what was the point of having a non-human turned human, if the experiment was to test humanity? Strange. Possibly he had pieces missing.

The Archangel listed them as things he could ask Castiel--if he had the chance. As it was, Landel's statement made Gabriel's gut twist. Castiel was ill. One of the five? It didn't matter. Gabriel had to get to his room as quickly as possible.

Room thirty-nine, he reminded himself. His room-mate wasn't much of a talker. Gabriel glanced at him, regretting the need to separate and hoping the other man would be okay, and spared a moment to wish him well. Then he slid through the door with torch in hand; rosary around his wrist; pens, radio and several pages town from his journal in his pockets. He moved quickly down the hall to the corner, footsteps quiet, his back prickling and human senses straining, feeling blind.

[to here.]