NIGHT 62: MAIN HALLWAY, 1-Center

[complicatedliar]

[From here]

Loki headed deeper into the large hallway, skirting past the Sun Room. He walked with quick efficiency, expecting that the mortals would either keep up all right, or at least Lust would be smart enough to say something if she couldn't. There was no reason to linger anywhere.

As they passed the Sun Room, Loki shot a quick look inside, but he didn't see anything moving. It didn't matter, since they weren't going there, but it was curious that the doors were always open.

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[a_sin_for_him]

"Supplies," Lust confirmed, following after Lingormr with one last look to Scar. She hoped everything would go smoothly tonight. And no one seemed to care that Lingormr's name had never actually come up. Thank whatever gods were watching for that.

"Small wounds are fixed up come morning but that does no good if someone's broken something or lost a limb. Ironically there's no medical care at night in the hospital."

[vinesofregret]

[From here]

Hakkai's pace slowed a little as he neared the doors to the Sun Room. He was starting to have second thoughts - the main halls of the institute were dangerous enough at night. They'd narrowly avoided whatever fight had been going on in the Sun Room the night before, and something hidden was likely to be doubly dangerous. And he couldn't rely on the power of his youkai form - as much as he hated it, it was secretly just a little comforting to know that he had it as a trump card, of sorts. But now... if he changed, there was no guarantee he could change back. The risk wasn't worth it.

[For Gren!]

[savagestray]

[from here]

Heine stumbled down the hall and turned the corner, following the same route as last night. If nothing else, he could manage to find Badou a pack of his shitty cigarettes so he'd stop whining. Though when he had to pause to dry heave near the wall, he felt he'd be much more satisfied in fetching the item, just to trample it and see if Badou would actually cry. Odds were definitely in his favor.

Still, he owed the little shit; the maps, whether they got used for their original purpose or not, were useful. Which was more than he could say for most of the things he got from Badou.

[oneman_onekill]

[from here]

"Ah, by the way, I wanted to take a poll," Niikura said as they entered the next hall. "So I guess what's next for us to take on is either some fighting challenge or this elemental room thing; we get to pick one or the other. My vote's for the fighting, seein' as some of us are pretty good at that already, plus it sounds like we'd finish faster, but y'know, if you're up for the other thing, we'll try that instead."

"We're headed to the basement, if you're wonderin'," he added, glancing at Badd.

[firewhichrefines]

[[from here]]

Tuna, however, and anything quite so distant or light-hearted as food or unexplained circumstances of the past, strayed away from Sasuke's mind as he realised that among the footsteps of those moving alongside or past him there were others that seemed more purposeful. It could have easily been happenstance, with how many patients passed this way, but he slowed nonetheless, head tilted to listen.

It was just as he was about to focus more carefully on the surrounding noise that the intercom screeched into eerie song. It was a child's song, to be certain, but Sasuke's childhood rhymes had had a great deal more shinobi philosophy (and sometimes blood and guts): it was not one he recognized.

The frown deepened as the noise continued, Sasuke's grip on his sword tightening as he tried to make head or tail of the din and still track the sounds more immediately around him.

[[for Japan!!!]]

[ham_fisted]

[from here]

Gumshoe didn't like letting her go in front (this was the exact same problem he'd had with Ms. von Karma), but he kept quiet. He reminded himself that she used to be on the force, which helped a little. But it was more because he was too nervous that he decided against saying anything.

He frowned at the back of her head as they walked, not knowing what to say while knowing he should say something. It was just as well she started talking again. A confused expression parked itself on his face at the first part, but she hadn't finished explaining yet. "W-Wait..." he said, leaning forward and tilting his head to look at the ring on her finger. His face scrunched up in thought. "Are you saying that ring... can take us to different places...!?" He didn't dare tell her what his first thought was; that that was impossible! But she sounded pretty sure of herself.

[toxicspiderman]

[from here]

"Try the ones here first?" S.T. jerked a thumb out towards the Institute's front doors. "If the bureaucracy is firing on more cylinders than their fearless leader, everything will be filed everywhere. Triplicate, signed in blood, translated into Swahili and Braille, yada yada."

Sometimes Landel went all-out on the realism. Maybe he just got so bored between intercom jingles that he actually did his own damn paperwork. Or had an army of tortured elves doing it. Like an Evil Santa Claus. Torture for all the good girls and boys. Actually, if he pasted on a fake beard, it almost worked.

[forsworn]

[from here]

Kratos frowned and looked up as the intercom suddenly came on again. "'I.R.I.S.'..." he muttered underneath his breath. It seemed appropriate that the program be active tonight; it only appeared to herald some new evil being unleashed.

He glanced back toward Sonia and Soma. "The coming days should prove quite telling of people's true natures."