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damned_institute2011-09-07 10:18 pm
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Night 58: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
((From here.))
As he stealthily moved through the hall, Spock noted that it was quiet and dark. He didn't detect other patients, nor any hostile lifeforms. Perhaps the rest of the way leading to Dr. McCoy's quarters was in a similar state.
Regardless, it was best to move as quickly as possible. The early portions of the shift tended to be the quietest, which meant Spock needed to take advantage of the still hallways while he could. He hadn't forgotten about the military's cryptic message, or the unusual silence toward the end of their meal period. It was possible something would interrupt their plans later, which made time of the essence. If they were caught in the middle of a meld, the results could be disastrous.
Walking at a brisk pace, Spock allowed his light to illuminate his immediate path and continued ahead.
((To here.))
As he stealthily moved through the hall, Spock noted that it was quiet and dark. He didn't detect other patients, nor any hostile lifeforms. Perhaps the rest of the way leading to Dr. McCoy's quarters was in a similar state.
Regardless, it was best to move as quickly as possible. The early portions of the shift tended to be the quietest, which meant Spock needed to take advantage of the still hallways while he could. He hadn't forgotten about the military's cryptic message, or the unusual silence toward the end of their meal period. It was possible something would interrupt their plans later, which made time of the essence. If they were caught in the middle of a meld, the results could be disastrous.
Walking at a brisk pace, Spock allowed his light to illuminate his immediate path and continued ahead.
((To here.))
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As expected, the halls were still virtually deserted as Utena made her way down them. And for this she was grateful, because she had no idea how she might have kept the flashlight steady on its perch if she'd had to worry about weaving around a bunch of people, too. Now, moving toward the M-A Block, she was running into a few more men making their way out for the night, but not so many as to make things crowded.
Utena fumbled with the door for a moment, pushing it open with her shoulder once she'd gotten the handle to open. Not an easy task when she had a heavy box held in both hands. True, she could have simply set the box down and picked it back up, but where was the fun in that?
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The hall back looked pretty clear so far, Utena thought as she exited the patient block. What was Renamon planning for them again? She couldn't quite remember if the other girl had said. Whatever it was, Utena hoped she would find her in better condition than when last they had met. It had been a while since then; that was plenty of time to heal in. That didn't mean Renamon might not have run into something bad again, though.
Here's hoping that didn't happen, Utena thought as she moved out.
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