Night 58: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

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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.

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andy's mom shoulda taught you to never troll yer friends

[ippo]

Ippo took what he assumed was an unintentional jab in stride as the man described his missing friend. Height jokes were nothing to get heated about. He was short, but in the ring it became his best weapon. As long as this guy didn't start making any innuendos about his giant wang, the boxer could handle anything thrown his way.

"I-I'm not sure..." he said, trying to run through the patient directory in his mind of thos he had met the last few days. The closest he could come up with were Claude and Aidou, but they weren't exactly short and... they weren't named Buzz Lightyear, so that kind of ended that assumption.

"Sorry, I haven't seen anyone with that description. Were... Were you supposed to meet up with him tonight? That's strange..." Head down, Ippo wondered what could have happened to this Buzz Lightyear and then a terrible idea hit him like a bolt of lightning. His back went stiff as he shot upright with a look of hopelessness on his round face.

"Was he kidnapped?!" Last night he had wandered into a man looking for a missing friend as well, who apparently had been taken by institutional staff for, well, Ippo wasn't sure, but nothing good! Maybe Buzz had been taken as well.

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"Well, we didn't make plans, exactly..." They hadn't gotten the chance. "I've, uh...been out awhile." That was the only way to describe what had happened to him. Not that Woody wanted to focus on that too much right then, of course. Quite frankly, it gave him the creeps. He was also more worried about Buzz. His heart sank when he realized this young man hadn't seen his pal anywhere around the institute lately.

At that sudden exclamation, though, Woody nearly jumped out of his skin. "WHAT?!" Grip tightening on his flashlight and clothes rod, the former toy threw his arms out in a fit of shock. "What do you mean, kidnapped?!"

As if once wasn't bad enough! Woody already had his hands full with trying to figure out what the heck these freaks had done with their real bodies. The last thing he needed was to lose track of Buzz, too.

[ippo]

Ippo took a reflexive jump back to avoid any of those flailing flicker jabs. It was nothing like Mashiba's hitman style, but they were coming from an unpredictable opponent. Who knew how he'd throw! The last thing he needed was a black eye from an untrained patient.

"W-Well, I mean I don't know for sure, but... Last night I was--that is, I... was helping someone find his friend. He'd been kidnapped and taken upstairs!

"I'm sorry, I.. I don't remember exactly where it was... I wasn't... exactly at my best." Or at his most human. "But it was upstairs! If... If you want, I can show you..."

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Upstairs? Woody's mouth pulled into an anxious frown as he gazed down the hallway with uncertainty. Was Buzz upstairs? He'd hate to keep exploring this area while they had no idea what was happening to him. What if they were torturing him!?

"Yes, yes, show me," the former toy said with a vigorous nod. "Please."

He'd never been upstairs before, but at least he didn't have to go up there alone. Ippo was a weird kid, and not all that reassuring, but he was better than nothing.

[ippo]

"Sure!" Ippo spun around with a confident twirl and his chin held high. He would show this poor patient where the others were being held. He would reunite these two friends! Man, Ippo felt so good right now!

Not it didn't last long. With every step, his steely will began to bend and crack. It was... really dark down the hallway, even with his flashlight flickering all over the place. "It should be down this way--The stairs, that is..."

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