Night 60: F21-F30 Hallway

[witchoftruth]

It was always interesting to listen to the nightly rantings of whatever madman happened to be in charge, but Erika was remarkably unimpressed by how Landel sounded exactly like Aguilar when he first assumed command of the Institute, even going as far as to warn them that they were responsible for "the coming changes" yet again. It seemed part of his ire stemmed from the fact that he lost a certain woman and that just made Erika roll her eyes even harder as she listened to him whine. Perhaps she should have made a little welcome back card for him, that might have improved his mood a little bit.

On the other hand, it was very clear that Landel was truly back and seemed to have no desire to hand off his Institute to any other parties for the time being, so they might not see their friend Aguilar again for a long time. That was fine, as she had already seen the man and saw the limits of his power. Landel, at the very least, proved himself to be the true Game Master of this board. Did this mean her fight with Gabriel was null and void? Despite what she lost, it would have been awful to have the whole thing be for nothing. But that lingering feeling of knowing she would disappear the moment she left this board remained and besides, she could always go back downstairs and check.

Well, that was the plan, but she was missing a certain squeaky voiced brat. Where was Sync? The nurses wouldn't say a word and Erika had to wait until the doors were open before she could throw herself out into the hallway, carrying her usual fare. She supposed, just this once, she would make one last attempt at trying to track Sync down before writing him off as a lost cause.

[ stomping off to here ]

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[F21]

[no-dont-go.livejournal.com]

So, night had returned once again, and Aigis had a full night of discovery ahead of her. Right after one more nightmare.

Preparing herself, she gave Ema an encouraging word then swept out the door, her first destination just within the block. She had some unpleasant business ahead of her, but she would suffer through it as necessary.

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[F21]

[scientist-skye.livejournal.com]

Ema waved to her roommate as she slipped out of the door, offering encouragement (and a plea to be careful) of her own. Once that was accomplished, it was time to gather her things and head out. Lana's room wasn't very far--just the next hall down--but the thought of moving at night scared her more than it usually did. It was dark, she was alone, and last night's events still had a pretty profound effect on her mood and mind.

If she closed her eyes for long enough, she could still see the vague shapes of Mr. Javert all but being torn apart. And the sounds of it...

No. She needed to get to her sister's room. After spending some time to gather her usual equipment, Ema stepped out of the room and began the slow trek toward room F16. She kept one hand on the wall and the other holding the flashlight, taking care not to trip and fall in the darkness.

As eerie and unpleasant as the pinkish glow last night was, she found herself missing it.

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[sortaheadstrong.livejournal.com]

If there had been any hope that the Head Doctor might have changed his ways even a little following his absence, it was quickly dashed with the man's nighttime announcement. Celty sighed, thankful only for the dinner that she was finishing up. At least she wasn't eating pink gruel and had convinced herself that what was good for her now was better eaten than abandoned.

I guess I'll start looking again... she told herself with the last bite and rose to head out.

Her lacking powers would be a hindrance once again, but she'd manage. She had before and on a more empty stomach than this!

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