Night 57: Medical Wing Hall

[purgatio]

[from here]

He glanced idly at the doorways as they passed them, and yet still none read infirmary. "It's only a waste of time," he replied. "If you can't find them. Which would be a bit pathetic in a small building like this."

There was another hallway to the left and Albedo ducked into it, coming up short. Draping his hands behind his head, he walked back to the other, tilting his head. "Especially since I saw Sora about twenty minutes ago. Hopeful with hair at unrealistic angles?" Which would make sense. Sora was sky and didn't Riku speak as shore?

It was annoying, that. It spoke of a beach, and that reminded him too much of a girl.

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The first set of open doors to his right had revealed nothing but a small employee lobby, so it was with some relief that Grell slipped past those still remaining in the reception area into the deeper parts of this unexplored realm. There were some people up ahead - two children perhaps? - who were also exploring the area and Grell made a note of where they headed. Whatever door remained unopened by them was likely locked or simply of no interest to anyone. The fortunate part of having a common goal was having to do half the work of finding things.

The boy in the lead had come back from the...left? So it was unlikely there was anything there. Instead Grell turned right into the large open alcove there. To stay out of their way, he kept to the walls, chainsaw still hidden under the fabric of his red jacket. To his right was a plaque on which was written "Men's Lockers" - small, somewhat rusted, difficult to see without squinting even with his night vision. Beside that a matching plaque that indicated the female's room. This area was likely not what he was looking for, but he didn't want to step ahead of his intrepid predecessors. Better to be quiet and follow, then slip in once they were done.

[deadlyjuliet.livejournal.com]

Following the curve of the alcove, Grell reappeared in the main hall and peered around the corner. The two children were further ahead, far enough that it was difficult to see them even with Grell's night vision helping him along. He supposed that using a torch would be helpful, but it was too conspicuous and he never carried one with him anyway. Narrowing his eyes, he strained to see as much as he could as the children stopped and turned to their right.

A moment later and whatever lock was keeping them out was broken. They stepped inside and Grell had his destination for the night planned. So that was where they were keeping their concoctions? Very well then, General. I'll play along with your little mad scientist routine. I do hope it's worth it. Grell waited a moment longer and then slipped into the hall, checking over his shoulder as he followed after the duo.

When he reached the doorway, he could hear them inside, chatting about the drugs and other things. What an interesting pair... Especially the one with the slightly mocking tone. For a child it was unusual and while Grell wasn't one to cater to brats, there was something intriguing about the way he spoke. Something - or rather, someone - to look into later then perhaps. Moving past the infirmary doors, Grell pressed his back up against the wall and waited. Best not to be spotted coming here in case something unpleasant for the rest of the patient body were to come from his drug trial.

[inherited]

A defiant part of him clicked in when Albedo claimed that it wouldn't be difficult in a place like this building. A quick glance toward his rings reminded him that it wouldn't be that difficult, and if Sora was able to find something similar, he could easily be off elsewhere—Doyleton or who knows where—and out of his sights. But the boy went on and pointed out that it was a near miss. After all, Riku himself had seen Albedo in his travels, which meant that Sora had taken the same path. It also meant he knew him.

The way he described Sora was accurate, especially that stupid hair of his. Riku didn't have to struggle to keep his expression neutral. While he was a lot more boisterous about his protective tendencies in his youth, it was different now; he was different now. The only indication of frustration with himself and his near-miss was his jaw setting, but that was it. Things happened. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Well, now I have work to do," he said, and he stepped past Albedo to look at the doors ahead of him. "I can save the reunions for later." If anything, he actually felt more at ease about it. It meant he could find his friend in the morning, and do what was necessary tonight. Of course, there might be a lie between now and then, but he wasn't sure.

After all, it already occurred to him that this guy might tell Sora if it benefited him. Even thoughts like that irritated him. It sounded like he was trying to get rid of him, which didn't make Riku want to stick around with him. Still, with that gun, it meant he had a potential use as the night dragged on, and if he was going to be like this, then he wouldn't mind seeing him that way even more. There was no point in hiding it.

He slowed his steps as he hit near the end of the hall and looked to his right. Infirmary. With a smirk, he pushed inside; he didn't need to wait for the smaller guy. He'd follow if he knew what was good for him.

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[revolutionise]

[From here]

Sure enough, Soma seemed to be right. From a quick flashlight check down the hall to their right, there didn't seem to be an Infirmary bay that way. Just a series of smaller rooms along the walls. Still, that didn't mean the area wasn't interesting. She didn't know about Soma, but after they were done scoping out the Infirmary, Utena wondered whether it might be worth checking out more of the rooms in the wing. That was the best thing to do with a new area: explore it from top to bottom. At least, that's what Utena hoped.

"This is actually kind of exciting, in a way," Utena admitted quietly as they advanced down the hall. "I mean, I never even thought to try to get in here, but now that I think about it, it's probably a good place to check out. And tonight's the first night anyone's ever been inside." She didn't smile, exactly. Nerves kind of prevented that. But her expression was edged with a certain anticipation and determination, nonetheless.

[madeinthehrl]

Soma nodded, keeping the beam of her flashlight moving steadily from wall to wall. She still wasn't sensing anything, but the snake creature she and Kratos had met in the ruined mine was still unpleasantly fresh in her mind. Better to keep her guard up. "I've passed by this area a few times, but I'd always been too busy to explore it. I didn't even know it was inaccessible until tonight."

She moved further on, checking the doors as she went. A large door near the end of the hallway showed signs of being broken into; the plaque next to it read Infirmary. Well, that was straightforward enough. Without further ado, she pushed the door open and went in.

[tasteoftruth.livejournal.com]

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Badd wandered past the masses of doors, keeping an ear perked for what the other patients were doing. He wanted to have his mirror shard out for added security, but that would mean putting away the flashlight and then he'd see nothing at all, so he was screwed either way. Rather reminiscent of the current situation in total.

Most of the doors along the narrower corridor were locked. From the look of them Badd could probably just kick the door down if he felt like it, but it made no sense to lock the patients away from the goal. The infimary would be open, or at least easily accessible...

Or broken into. More fool him for assuming anything this place did made sense. Assuming a lack of logic would probably be more useful. Badd laid a hand on the doorknob and slowly peered in, checking for movements before shining his flashlight into the large room.

No Byrne. But there were the drugs.

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[ex_rosebuds752]

[From here.]

Moving away from the desk that had marked the entrance of the medical wing, Rose led the way deeper into the newly opened section, her flashlight beam sweeping down the long hall and illuminating door after door stretching out into the darkness. The sight had her giving a quiet huff of frustration.

"Crap, they really aren't making this easy on us, are they?" she commented, propping on hand on her hip as she glanced over her shoulder at Zack. "Do we try them all? I suppose you could take one side and I could take the other?"

[zack-fair.livejournal.com]

Rose's laidback attitude was something that set Zack at ease. While they were on their way to do something very reckless, they weren't treating it that way, which was normally his method of dealing with things. He was glad that he'd teamed up with someone who followed the same approach.

Granted, it wasn't long before Rose was letting some frustration show through, and Zack could understand why. The infirmary wasn't popping out at them and there were all sorts of doors that they might have to check before they could make real progress. Not that exploring was ever a waste of time, but when you were looking for something specific it definitely felt that way.

As Zack moved closer to one of the doors, however, he realized something. "Hey, these doors are labeled," he announced. "We still have to scan them and make sure we don't pass anything up, but at least we don't have to poke our heads into all of them."

Wandering off to the left, Zack spotted a medical library (boring) and a patient records room (intriguing). The hallway branched further out, but he doubted something as large as an infirmary had to be could be tucked into a corner. "What do you have on your end?" he called over his shoulder.

[mirthful]

> ==>

Wow. This was a bigger area than he'd expected. Then again, who knew what he'd really thought he'd find, anyway? There was no real easy way to let him know which room was the right one, which meant there was a good chance he'd need to peek into all of them.

Or he could just follow the sound of voices echoing softly in the empty corridor. That was probably his best bet.

It seemed like there were other patients further ahead, so he made his way in that direction without stopping to check on many of the other side halls along the way. He'd come back to them if he had to.

> Gamzee: Accomplish mission.

[mirthful]

> ==>

As long as he was in this new area, he figured he might as well explore some. It was all very clean and sterile, but there had to be something worth looking into.

The hall he'd come from went down a bit further to the right, but those rooms appeared to be waste depositories for the most part. The hall a bit to the left and ahead of the room he'd just left looked a little more promising.

Unfortunately, when he reached the door on the far end, the one he'd planned on starting with, he found it locked. Well, it wouldn't be the first time he'd broken into a room since he'd gotten there. Like before, he was able to break it in with a couple kicks no problem.

> Gamzee: Procure four-wheeled device.

[mirthful]

> ==>

Thankfully the hall back was mostly clear. This way Gamzee had a straight shot back to the front desk. He actually wished it was longer, since he was just starting to really gain speed as he reached the end of it.

Which didn't really bode well for his ability to stop once he got down near the door...

Once he got back out into the main hall he might have more room, but there was also more people to look out for.

> ==>

[purgatio]

[from here]

And back to here. And so many curious doors to enter through, with so little time in the night. There were a few others traipsing about, with as much finesse as a horde of animals, and it was far too distasteful. The one next to him was a bit more discrete, much more manageable in terms of dealing with.

Albedo glanced over, expression bordering friendly. If they were to remain in each other's company, he'd do well to at least see what could be gained from the prospect. "Well. First choice goes to you, from your bravery, of course." The boy smiled pleasantly. "Where to?"

[inherited]

"I wanna cover as much ground as we can," he said firmly, ignoring the childish jab about his bravery. If Albedo was willing to let him go ahead, Riku wasn't going to deny the chance; he liked the idea that he might be able to take charge, though the stubborn part of him wanted to throw this back in the other boy's face. No, he wouldn't give up the power, but he didn't like feeling led. It twisted a part of him.

"So let's see if you can keep up." That was the best he could manage. Riku shifted his hold on the bat that he made sure to keep close through all of this, and then he moved forward to the closest place he could see across the hall.

[to here]

[threepwood]

[From here.]

Continuing down the hallway led to more doors- lots and lots more doors. Deciding they could come back to the side halls if they missed the infirmary entirely, Guybrush kept going down the main corridor of the medical wing, casually trying the knobs on the doors along the right-hand wall as he passed them. All were (unsurprisingly) locked; however, there was some activity from the last door. As if the fact that it had been opened wasn't enough, the plaque beside the entrance clearly labeled the room as the infirmary they were looking for.

"Looks like this is the place," he noted. "After you, inspector."

[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

It was unsurprising that the lock on the infirmary door had been broken, though he was surprised that it had been locked in the first place. Hadn't Aguilar been trying to get patients to come here?

No matter. He pushed the door open, holding it open for Threepwood as he stepped in.

[freewill]

[From here.]

This part of the building continued to resemble a hospital ward. Castiel didn't often enjoy thinking about the times he'd spent in hospitals. He was never the one who was injured, and while he certainly wasn't hoping for that, he had bad connotations associated with what he was now laying eyes on.

However, it was never this dark in normal hospitals. That was one difference.

He took in the grouping of doors and realized after reading the signs posted next to them that they were meant for examining patients. That wasn't what they were looking for, and so he kept moving, his eyes constantly searching for a sign that read "Infirmary."

He didn't seem to mind the silence they had fallen into.

[mateswithnobody.livejournal.com]

This guy was definitely not one for sarcasm, as she was learning. All serious business. She had to wonder what he'd been before coming to this place. Looked too scrawny to have been in law enforcement, which came to mind first, but hen again, there was always that "non-human" possibility floating around. She knew full well that some there definitely were not of the planet Earth, and that was without counting the Doctor.

"Or we could just go, that works too..." she muttered out, pushing down the thought that she probably should have staked out for the Doctor instead. The man might not have been good as pulling off "firm and focused", but he would have at least had a smile on him as he tolerated her remarks. Heck, he might have even spun the stupid lollipop himself, now that she thought about it.

But no, she'd picked out a stranger, so the lollipop had kept from the floor and now was being sucked on by Donna. The artificial cherry didn't taste half bad either, or so she thought as she looked around the place as well. With the signs everywhere, she could only assume one would eventually belong to the place they wanted - the Infirmary. Especially since that was where the Intercom had been telling them to go. Enter here for your just deserts, it would probably read.

"Better not be any rolling boulders coming our way for this."

[forgot-it-all.livejournal.com]

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How many times had Ritsuka been in hospitals? Far too many. He stepped forward and shone his light into the nearest alcove. Several rooms, all lined up along the walls, doors closed and with no activity in them. If his memory served him, the first rooms that would be in a hospital would be the examination rooms...

"It's going to be toward the back," he said, motioning down the hallway with his flashlight. "Toward the middle or in the very back, away from most of the noise so patients can recover."

The doctors would be closest to the front where they could easily pass between the exam rooms and their offices, or out to meeting areas. Ritsuka knew that set-up from all the times he'd gone to the hospital to visit his doctor. And he could never forget waking up after forgetting everything. That was a memory that would stay with him, photograph or no.

"...If your cure is here, it's that way."

[sixth-attack.livejournal.com]

Ritsuka's question sent the Replica halting on the spot, instantly becoming rigid as a board while his hands clenched tightly around his flashlight and weapon. Crap...! He shouldn't have mentioned that part about the medicine being a possible cure! Now the kid was butting into his business and casting even more doubt upon the only shred of hope Sechs had that night...!

Keeping his back to the kid, Sechs grounded his teeth together in silence, thinking over whether to answer Ritsuka's question or just tell him to screw off. Yet before Sechs settled on snapping at the boy to mind his own business, Ritsuka thankfully dropped his question, much to the android's relief.

Spared from answering that agonizing question, Sechs visibly relaxed and gave out a brutish huff of gratitude towards the cat boy. Good thing the kid was smart enough to know when to back off, or there would be problems...

Now it was Sechs' turn to catch up with Ritsuka. Following the petite patient, the tall lanky Replica was forced to pace himself close behind his smaller guide. Observing his new surroundings, Sechs bit his lip with frustration as his flashlight revealed rows upon rows of doors. What was he supposed to do now? He didn't have time to check every single room!

Thankfully, Ritsuka appeared not in the least deterred by the numerous doors. "You sure seem to know your way around places like this," Sechs remarked, feeling a bit grateful for having stumbled into someone who knew where to go more than him. Sechs was sure he would have quickly gotten very impatient in the ward full of doors if he were alone...

Sechs moved his gaze away from the aforementioned hallway ahead and glanced down at the backpack Ritsuka carried. Sechs was positively antsy to reach his goal, but Ritsuka needed supplies to help the victims of those M-U sessions too...

"Will that Infirmary down there have the medical stuff you need too? Or do we have to go somewhere else...?" Sechs asked, hoping his question wouldn't slow down his mission too much...

[arakhnes.livejournal.com]

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She couldn't ignore him forever though. There were doors upon doors and none of them screamed infirmary to her. Or had the word written on the surface. She sighed, rolling the flashlight in her palm and trying to keep her voice a little cold -- disinterested. But that was impossible for her -- she was Peter and therefore, emotionally invested in everything.

"They have this drug -- a medicine or something. They didn't say what it was, but if you test it, you get a reward."

She paused and immediately added: "I don't have plans on taking it. I'm not stupid. I just want to look at it -- see it. That's all." It would be dumb to take it. She didn't know what it could do, maybe she would end up brainwashed like Peter had said. (Even though it wasn't how he described it, but the possibility was still there.)

[emotionl4arobot.livejournal.com]

Brainiac 5 was as interested in the layout of this part of the institute as he was the girl's reasons for coming here, eyeing the doors around them and trying to figure out where they might lead.

"This would be easier if I knew where..." he muttered, but cut himself off as she finally elaborated further on her reasons for coming here.

"A reward?" That matched the patterns of everything similar he'd seen in the institute so far, as it had with him implants and that night spent on the second floor.

"Hmm... I'm not sure immediately dismissing the idea is the best plan." It reminded him of how Peter had done as much, automatically assuming that his new abilities were something to be ignored or feared. "Progress isn't possible without some risk, and we could learn something valuable from this. If we're willing to take that risk."

He blinked at her, curious what reaction that would get, before asking; "Where are these drugs located?"

[believein0.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1138711.html?thread=79060759#t79060759).]

There were people in here; he could clearly hear their voices coming from many different areas, though mostly up ahead of him. Still, the numerous dark hallways made it difficult to tell where it was, exactly, that he needed to be going. The few people he saw walking around were going in different doors, so following them wouldn't be of any use.

Maybe it was better to try any door he saw at this point.

...Or better yet, maybe it was worth it checking the open door at the end of that hall over there.

[To here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1143306.html?thread=79111690#t79111690).]

[train-tracer.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1138711.html?thread=79111447#t79111447)]

Further in, still no sign of anyone. It was silent as the grave in here, and that wasn't right at all. It made sense that this was the medical wing. There really couldn't be anywhere else that could be the medical wing, and yet there seemed to be no one around? A mystery...

Vino took his time looking around, peeked into a few of the many doors lining the north wall in front of him, wandering past that to where he remembered he'd been in bed during his recent stay in the medical wing. There was nothing there. For the few doors that he couldn't open, he pressed an ear to, listening for anyone that might be inside. Nothing. Strange.

He turned back, thoroughly confused. No one here to interrogate... well then, this meant he'd have to go look someplace else then. Perhaps he'd go back to the area upstairs where he'd meant to search in, last time? The map he'd taken had labeled it something interesting. It would be worth checking out, right?

But first, he'd probably want to find a better weapon of some sort. Pens were small and could be useful to some extent, but they tended to break easily under too much brunt force. He needed a sturdier weapon. Where could he find one?

On a whim, Vino opened a door and walked in to look.

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[train-tracer.livejournal.com]

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Swinging his new weapon along, he let the door swing shut behind him as he continued on his way. Hmm, where to now? Perhaps he'd go back to the west side of the building and finish where he left off that night upstairs. Yes, that sounded like a good plan!

[from here ()]

[ippo]

[Screaming like a girl from here]

Ippo fell down with a surprised whoosh and smacked the back of his skull right against the hard linoleum. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to mourn his momentary blindness as he kicked and scrambled for something to haul himself back up before the giant gang of cockroaches swarmed him.

[damned-monsters.livejournal.com]

The roaches had no strategy, no strict cohesion as a group — only hunger. The swarm scuttled out of the room after Ippo at surprising speed, closing in on his feet and pantlegs. If he didn't move fast, sets of tiny incisors would be quick to sink into his flesh.

[stlg13bomber.livejournal.com]

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Nazis were the only truly horrific people Carter could think of. Supposedly the Japanese were pretty barbaric with their honor suicides and their kamekaze, but that was just because nobody he knew had ever met a Japanese. They were obviously fine, sane people, just like the Indians who inhabited a quarter of Carter's bloodline but got such a bad rap on television. But Nazis? Nazis were truly depraved. Only Nazis could give someone inspiration to make a place like this.

Carter looked at the long lines of doors on either side of the medical wing hallway, wondering where they were supposed to start.

[hes-deadjim.livejournal.com]

"No, but I think I'd rather some egos take a beating than people risking their lives for no reason," he agreed, although he wondered at his fixation on Nazis, just before McCoy remembered again that Carter was from that very era. McCoy tried to see it from his point of view. It was hard, almost impossible. His own time had its own problems, but nothing approaching the horrors of World War II. The doctor glanced back at Carter, catching the way he was looking at the doors and hallway as if it were some hedge maze or uncharted network of escape tunnels about to get them both lost. The medical wing didn't look nearly as advanced as the stuff Starfleet had, but there was something familiar and welcoming to him about halls like these.

"Keep an eye on the walls. Should have signs on 'em," McCoy said as he went down the hall. He paused, realizing that was unnecessary. Carter did have eyes. Awkwardly the doctor cleared his throat. "You said the Infirmary?

The pulsing noise in his head had gone from an artificial ringing sound to something sounding like an overly loud, slightly faster than a human heart beat, and by now, McCoy was certain it was just him, which didn't actually make it any better knowing it. It was getting distracting. He was so sure he'd heard a BPM like this somewhere...

[osoreirimasu.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1138711.html?thread=79141655#t79141655)]

O-oh! There were more people here. Japan could hear the sounds of his fellow patients up ahead, murmuring in voices just this side of indistinct. The nation couldn't pick out what they were saying in whole, but parts of it - infirmary, announcement, risk... Cockroaches? Japan stopped. Cockroaches? Really? He checked the corners around him but he couldn't see anything. A wary and anxious glance to the ceiling brought nothing, too. Which meant the dirty creatures were up ahead. Maybe if he hurried he could miss them!

Picking up the pace, Japan swung his light to the right and left, trying to see where the most numbers of people were. The first alcove to his right held nothing, same with the left. Ahead, there were more voices, but there was also the sound of someone yelling and fighting. He had to avoid that at all costs. Someone might take it the wrong way when he was dressed as he was. He simply needed to test these drugs and then hurry back to his room and...maybe hide. No! He couldn't hide! He had to...

Do... something.

"...."

Right. Moving on.

Just a bit further up, he spied some people going in and out of a doorway. This was the first place he'd come upon where anyone seemed to be actively heading anywhere so...? This had to be the place. Or else it was simply a very popular spot to get away from the roaches that were chasing a very familiar looking teenager down the hallway toward him.

Toward him.

"....!!" Quickly, Japan ducked into the open doorway.

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[osoreirimasu.livejournal.com]

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How strange... Those thoughts from before were like a ghost of a memory, a dream he couldn't quite put his finger on. It must have been nothing then... Or so he hoped. Japan was rather adept at ignoring what he didn't want to think about, however, and so he did just that. What was more important was the need to get back to his quarters. His attempt at being adventuresome was done for the evening and now he was tired.

Old men tired so easily, he thought to himself with a sigh. And they died easier, too. He'd have to remember that since the monsters were out and about.

Time to go... Well, he wouldn't call it home, but back. Back to the safety of his rooms away from all the crazy people out here and their tendencies to drag monsters out of hiding.

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[sixth-attack.livejournal.com]

Stepping back out into the Medical Wing, Sechs had his mind focused on two things: keeping aware of his surroundings and his physical welfare. It was an unnerving concern; having been a nearly invincible cyborg before, Sechs still wasn't fully used to the extra vulnerabilities of an organic body. He didn't like it one bit.

So far Sechs felt nothing going on in his body, just the constant worry over whether he did the right thing or not that filled up his mind. With his increasing sensitivity towards his physical self, Sechs could only find that his stomach felt strangely empty, like he never drank anything at all...

With his flashlight and machete back in his hands, Sechs paused for a moment to allow Ritsuka to catch up. The Replica's mood was worsening, but he still wanted to help the cat kid get his medical supplies, especially if he were to use such tools to help other victims of the institute's experiments...

"So, any ideas on where the medical supplies may be stored 'round here?" he gruffly asked, directing his question towards Ritsuka as he peered into the darkness that surrounded them.

[forgot-it-all.livejournal.com]

His throat burned from swallowing those things down, but he tried to ignore it as much as possible. If it was going to help, then he had to try, right? It seemed a bit stupid to just pick something at random, but he couldn't exactly bear his heart out to Sechs when it seemed he had his own problems. Besides, he thought, Sechs needed more attention than Ritsuka did right now. He coughed once as he caught up to his companion, just barely getting the end of that question.

He stopped then, staring up at the older man. He was...going to stick around and help? That was a bit unexpected. He'd said as much earlier, but Ritsuka hadn't actually thought a stranger would go to such lengths for someone he barely knew. That made Ritsuka respect him a little more and he gave Sechs a small smile.

"Ah...Right, um..." But back to the question at hand? No, actually, he didn't have much of an idea. He could have sworn they'd be in the infirmary, but if not there then where? The storage closets? The operating rooms? He stopped, adjusting his backpack as he thumped a fist lightly against his chest. There. The last of the pills went down. "If not in the infirmary, I guess checking their storage area would be best?"

Not that he had a concrete idea of where to look for that... Ritsuka swung his flashlight up the hall and frowned. "I didn't see anything back the way we came, so how about going up that way?"

[gargantuanlaugh.livejournal.com]

The sucker was sugary goodness in his mouth. He wouldn't have believe such a little thing could raise his spirits, but already he was feeling better. Maybe his blood sugar had been a little low.

"Are you a good patient?" Gant shot the question right back to the younger man, letting his light scroll down the hall. Now where, oh where, could the infirmary be?

For a moment, Gant thought he heard something from further down the hall, but he wasn't sure what that sound was. A kind of scuttling. He had hooked his arm around the brass candlestick to free up his hand for the sucker. He used his lips to hold the candy in place and returned the candlestick to his hand. He really didn't want to get into a fight, but if it came to that he damn sure would be prepared.

"Good chance we'll run into something soon, Admiral," he said around the sucker still pinched in his mouth. "On your guard."

[wantsyourzex.livejournal.com]

"If I wasn't experiencing it, I'd find it just as unlikely... this place does love to make you doubt your own perceptions. However that serves their purpose is anyone's guess." He winced and hissed as a perfectly round circle gouged its way out of his arm. What kind of creature made a wound like that? He was getting very tired of how humans felt pain. "Mmph... how long have you been here, anyway? I must admit, time does escape me here..."

He was somewhat occupied with trying to ease the new pain in his arm to pay as close attention to his surroundings as he perhaps should have. He looked up into the darkness once or twice, and this place was filled with doors. Not very conducive to easy exploration, and none of them looked like what they were seeking.

"A good patient, hmm..." ZEX's smile felt more natural at his question. To think, he had no idea of ZEX's reputation! It couldn't follow him here. "I suppose it depends on how you define it. Or, how they define it, perhaps. Either way, what really matters is accomplishing what I've set out to do. Moral judgments are not relevant." It felt familiar to say something like this, to slip back into old speeches and defenses. He'd certainly been judged for his behavior more than once.

"Hmm..." Gant's warning put him on guard, and that faint sound reminded him of something very unpleasant. What was that creature that had attacked him some time ago? He'd be ready for it this time, that's for sure. He steadfastly ignored the flickers in his vision as he quickly surveyed the area. "Doors so close together would normally indicate rather small rooms... I assume the infirmiary would be a larger place, correct? Either way, it'd be best not to stay in one place too long..."

The hallway continued further into the darkness... there was no point in waiting to be attacked. ZEX tried to keep himself focused as they moved on, even though his invisible tormentors were doing their best to keep him off-balance. Accursed pests.

Here, this door looked good.

[to here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1141068.html?thread=79219020#t79219020)]

[ippo]

[From here]

"Sleeping studies... Wh--Hey!" Ippo followed after the gruff man, having absolutely no interest in being left here all alone with a stomach ache. Since the man was the first to hit the door, the young man happily stepped back to watch the last bits of the squished cockroach slip from the widening crack. Nothing else came to swoop down on them, and the other patient seemed to give no notice, so all he could was chalk it up to his paranoia and ignore it.

"S-So what is sleep studies?" Ippo asked as he strode briskly beside Badd in order to keep up. It looked like they were gunning for the exit, which was just fine with him.

[tasteoftruth.livejournal.com]

"A pretty way of saying torture," Badd spat. "They experiment on some of the prisoners, nothing humane either. They call them sleep studies to try and pretend this is some kind of hospital instead of a cage for lab rats." And he'd just let them take Byrne. He should have run to Byrne's room the moment the doors opened, maybe he'd have gotten there in time to catch them...

And do what, fight off gun-armed trained soldiers with a large and unwieldy blade he'd broken off a piece of office equipment? Badd had to keep telling himself that he was one man against many with no resources or friends to back him up. He had plenty of things to blame himself for, no need to add to the pile with the ones he couldn't have helped.

[dork-at-duty.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1138711.html?thread=79199767#t79199767) and again timeskipping to avoid Gant XD; ]

Such a big hallway with so many doors to choose from! Meekins was at a complete loss as to where to go from here. He hoped that his superior would have a better idea.

"Which one do you think has the drug lab, Neku?" Meekins asked, his voice reflecting a wealth of doubt.

[composers-proxy.livejournal.com]

Neku took a slow breath, watching a few of the patients come and go. Seemed like they hadn't been the only ones who'd decided to come this way. If that was the case, was there anything of value left here? It was just as likely that someone had come along and destroyed all the drugs, just to keep everyone from being well... stupid? Was it stupid?

"Quiet."

He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the buzz of thoughts in the area. There was Meekins doubt, but beyond that? Most of the activity seemed to be coming from one room. And the word drug seemed to be the topic of much thought. While he couldn't pick them all apart without being in for one hell of a headache, it was enough to know which way.

"Should be this way."

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[freewill]

[From here.]

Now that they had accomplished the one thing that Castiel had been set on doing for the night, he was left to ponder what to do next. It was rare for him to get something done here and then have extra time to do what he would with, but he had no intention of wasting the chance now that he had it.

"Was there something in particular you were interested in searching for?" he asked Donna as they both exited the infirmary. There was a set of doors right across from them that they could easily look into, but what would be the most efficient course of action?

Castiel realized that they could go in search of medical supplies, but as an angel he had little idea of how to use any of it. He'd seen Sam and Dean stitch and bandage their wounds plenty of times, but he'd never paid it much attention. That was yet another skill that he would have to learn, and the thought itself was tiring.

[mateswithnobody.livejournal.com]

"Not really..." she sighed, almost disappointed that nothing had happened after taking on the General's challenge. "Just wanted to stick it to whoever's in charge in case he reared his probably ugly head with this test thing." Donna thumbed back over her shoulder at the Infirmary, admitting her motives. She didn't usually go waltzing head first into traps, but something about how their new "host" spoke to them gave her every reason to challenge him, even if through one that the man had prepared himself.

"But hey, I haven't been in this place before. There's gotta be something worth grabbing for later, right?" she suggested, glancing around. As this was a hospital and they'd just found what amounted to the ICU, there must have been some strong meds or huge needles just setting out somewhere. Unless the staff was smart, which she really didn't want to credit to any of the white coat wearing idiots. "Oh, and if anything happens from those meds? I'm blaming you."

[ex_rosebuds752]

[From here.]

Rose slipped out into the hallway, shining her flashlight quickly around. Again, she could hear voices nearby, of other patients looking for this room, or perhaps fleeing from it. She wondered if any of them had turned into dogs as well? Or worse? She'd gotten away lucky, it seemed.

Stepping out of the doorway, she glanced back to see if Zack was still following. "Which way?" she whispered to him, not wanting to draw attention if there was anything unfriendly out here now. Should they explore more here in this warren of rooms and hallways or venture to some other part of the hospital? She didn't care where they went, as long as it put more distance between her and that room. Although that strange creeping dread hadn't entirely dissipated, even with her standing out here in the hallway. She rubbed her arms absently, a worried frown crossing her lips.

[zack-fair.livejournal.com]

As it turned out, Rose had been pretty eager to get out of there once she'd determined that he wasn't going to tear her throat out. Zack didn't mind and so he was quick to follow after her, although he found that he was more comfortable staying a few paces behind her -- or more specifically, behind that flashlight beam. He would have preferred to take the lead because despite the fact that he was a drooling, rotting monster, he was also strong. He could feel the power behind the muscles in both his front and hind legs and he knew that he could have handled whatever might attack them, but...

Not when that light was going to be in his eyes the entire time. Besides, he didn't know how Rose would feel about a monster dog taking the lead.

Though hey, she was at least asking for his opinion on where they should go. Zack let out a small huff, glancing in a few different directions as he sniffed the air. All of the scents were overwhelming to him, though -- he wasn't a real dog and didn't know how to track by smell or anything like that. And really, the disinfectant kind of drowned out everything else, especially in this part of the building.

He stepped forward, crossing the hall as he noticed that there were rows of doors down either side of it. What were these? It was hard for him to read the signs when he was so low to the ground, and so he sent Rose a curious look. She'd probably be able to decide whether it was worth checking it out or not.

[stlg13bomber.livejournal.com]

[From here. (http://damned.livejournal.com/1141068.html?thread=79240268#t79243084)]

Carter peered cautiously out into the hallway, frowning. It was about that time in the evening, the time when something nasty would happen after he'd been lured into a false sense of security. "I wonder if there's anything we can use in the rest of the wing," he murmured. "Like a scalpel or a bone saw. Maybe we can get a weapon that way." The crowbar was solid and reliable, but it never hurt to have a backup.

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While Carter was frowning at the hallway, he had an old country doctor frowning at him. That wasn't what those were for. Carter had a point, probably that practicality that was a product of his times, but McCoy still had a hard time thinking of medical equipment as weapons, anymore than he'd look at medicine, drugs, and see anything but what they were, and not another way to say chemical warfare, which was probably what anyone else would do right now. You could do a lot of damage just by simply overdosing on something like morphine. The idea of deliberately doing it was repulsive. It went against everything he believed in. Turning a scalpel or bone saw into a weapon wasn't so bad, but just barely.

Even when it came to something like an animal attacking a human being, there was still that second's hesitation before he even considered turning those tools into anything else. That's what you had phasers for or in Carter's case, crowbars.

There was that same crawling sensation up and down his back, just like in Doyleton and just like a few minutes ago. McCoy looked over his shoulder again. If only his flashlight were something better than an overly large paperweight right now- "I imagine so," They probably had labs, operating rooms around here somewhere. "Although I figure you're more likely to find a bone saw in an autopsy room."