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damned_institute2012-12-02 11:00 am
fourstonewalls) wrote in damned_institute2012-12-02 11:00 am
Night 67: F11-F20 Hallway
...And do try not to get lost. That wasn't an idle threat. Lana still wasn't sure what he'd meant in his first announcement or the dinner announcement -- she wasn't trying to hide the fact that she was ill, now, and the nurse who'd accompanied her back to her room hadn't said a word about additional treatment. Nor had Lana asked. He might have meant the patient efforts, but somehow, it didn't ring right. He didn't generally go in for complete contradictions between the two late-evening announcements. More that one was straightforward and the other wasn't, though which was which changed from day to day, and he hadn't even chided them for taking matters into their own hands. Notes had been disappearing, but that happened any time people were sloppy and mentioned activities after dark.
So there must have been something else happening, and Lana hadn't been subject to it. And there was going to be something disorienting them tonight, whether it was physical or mental.
It didn't mean she had any good choices other than trying to get to the greenhouse, possibly alone. Possibly she'd been too confident when she'd refused Ryuuzaki's offer of assistance. She might need to work on that, assuming she survived the night.
She threw her coat on, checked that the gun was still safely in the pocket, and strode out of her room as fast as she could without running out of breath.
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So there must have been something else happening, and Lana hadn't been subject to it. And there was going to be something disorienting them tonight, whether it was physical or mental.
It didn't mean she had any good choices other than trying to get to the greenhouse, possibly alone. Possibly she'd been too confident when she'd refused Ryuuzaki's offer of assistance. She might need to work on that, assuming she survived the night.
She threw her coat on, checked that the gun was still safely in the pocket, and strode out of her room as fast as she could without running out of breath.
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no subject
By the time nightshift was due to start, Tsubaki's stomach was in knots, and she feared with good reason. The injection site had done little more than sting like a normal needle mark, but it felt like she was carrying a ticking time bomb inside her, one that could go off at any second. How could she trust what had been in that syringe? Her instincts told her there was no way it could be as innocent as it seemed, even if she felt physically fine.
Not a coincidence. Not a harmless precaution on the part of the staff. No, it had to be another trial. Sora was gone, maybe permanently or maybe not, her friends were sick, and there was a possible cure to find--the fact that she now had some unknown obstacle bearing down on her seemed more like a test of endurance, after everything. A test she could not fail. Not with so much riding on everyone's individual efforts. Which meant she just... couldn't let the drugs stop her, no matter what they were doing to her.
Easier said than done. You've heard the stories.
She had. And Landel's unsettling taunts weren't doing anything to reassure her, either.
But there was nothing for it--she just had to pull herself together and hope for the best. After double-checking she had everything she needed, Tsubaki took one steadying breath, Black☆Star's letter to her in the forefront of her mind, and stepped outside.
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