Night 64: F11-F20 Hallway

[thecamellia]

Tsubaki’s preparations for nightshift had entailed precise and deliberate concentration; without her noticing, a frown appeared on her brow as she changed clothes and gathered her supplies, growing deeper with the Head Doctor‘s announcement.

There were enough distractions jostling for position in her mind that any one of them could easily derail her focus, and if she was going to go out searching for answers with Lingormr, then she needed to be clear-headed. She couldn’t be thinking about her brother, or her friends, or the sick prisoners and the people she hadn’t heard from all day. And definitely not Landel’s threats, even though they were rather impossible to ignore. But she couldn’t--she couldn’t give in to her worry about the people Landel claimed were set to transform.

But when Landel’s voice was suddenly drowned out by another kind of message entirely, Tsubaki felt a flicker of hope. It burned brighter the longer I.R.I.S. went on.

They were meeting at the medical wing! Lingormr’s suggestion had been luckier than either of them had thought!

There’s a cure.

Those were the only words Tsubaki cared about. After bidding Rapunzel a quick goodbye, she made her last adjustments and slipped out of the room. A sense of urgency lent her speed to her feet. They could do this--assuming the message was true, there was a definite chance. She didn't want to leave Lingormr waiting even for a second.

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[gald_digger]

There is a way to cure you.

Hearing those words brought out so many feelings in Anise that she thought she might cry. Guy said before that he'd help her find a cure, but she never quite believed it was possible. They were helpless here. What could they possibly do?

And so, Anise had been forced to cope with the possibility that she could die within the week. The past few days, her lunch date with Luke, watching the movie with Tear... part of it was to make sure that if something did happen to Anise, her friends would be left with fun, happy memories of their last moments spent together.

But it didn't have to be the last. She could be cured.

Anise didn't know if she could trust what she was hearing, but there was only one option. She had to go to the Medical Wing. The moment the doors unlocked, she scrambled to gather her things, then bolted out into the hallway.

[gald_digger]

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Outside F11

[toxicspiderman]

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S.T. dropped the beer by the door, and pulled off one of them. Carbon dioxide hissed as he twisted the cap off. At least it hadn't gone flat. Or exploded. It still tasted like drinking sourdough starter. That had resulted in the Bartholomew Food Labeling Act of 1986, whose first (and only) edict was that if you didn't label it, Bart would eat half of it and try to give the rest away while high. S.T. had never figured out if he'd burned all of his taste buds away with drugs or if he just was that hungry.

Either way, this wasn't that bad, and it was at least alcoholic enough to piss off a Mormon. And he didn't want to vomit, so it was still as good as it was going to get. He dropped the note:

"Tifa"

Can't stay, drink this for me.

-- S.T.

on top, and knocked on the door. He walked away without waiting for an answer.

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[F11 - Tifa's Place]

[avengingfists]

Ilia puttered around the room preparing for any customers, if she got any at all. It wasn't entirely likely, considering how things had been going down. Apparently the Head Doctor's threats held more substance than a weak cocktail. She shouldn't have expected less, though she had very little to worry about personally. Or at least as far as she knew.

Ilia displayed all her liquors upon her desktop, starting with the low point beers and daquiris on the left and moving up towards the partly emptied wine bottle and the vodka. Behind those she placed the small jugs of orange and cranberry juice, along with the large can of mix fruit cocktail. Ilia also had her sleeve of plastic cups and box of straws nearby in case someone wished for a mixer. It was a pity she couldn't get ice and lacked some hard whiskey and scotch, but this was a tolerable amount. Ilia was personally quite pleased with her stash.

"Gonna stick around for a few drinks, roomie?" Ilia flashed Lana a smile, stashing her emptied dinner tray in the closet and pulling out her notebook. If anyone had information to share she needed to be prepared.

Just then she heard a knock at the door. Unfortunately she didn't manage to get a glimpse of the mysterious S.T. but she appreciated the note and the homemade beer. She couldn't wait to try it out. She set it on the desk along with the rest of her stash, pulling off a bottle for herself.

"I dunno who that person was, but they get a free shot at anything I have the next time I stage this thing." Ilia sat down with her back against the side of her bed, carefully opening her drink.

[F16]

[requitedfate]

A cure. There was actually a cure!

Practically gasping, Shiina stood up from her desk and pushed away from her half-eaten dinner. As if to mock her, her head gave a small throb causing her to grit her teeth. Damn symptoms. She didn't have time for them now.

Forcing her mind off her own problems, Shiina got to work grabbing her nightly vestments and made for the door. Shou and Mike would be waiting for her. She wasn't going to let the institute best her.

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[hairraising]

The only reason Rapunzel hadn't insisted she go straight to the medical wing with Tsubaki was Eugene. He was still hurt from the night before, and even if he hadn't been, he wouldn't have known where to go at night without her anyway. She trusted Tsubaki to get to the wing first and scope things out, and defend herself if necessary. Still, she didn't want to waste much time. If Tsubaki or anyone else needed backup, she wanted them all to be there as soon as possible. They had to get to that cure and take it, at all costs. The faster, the better.

She armed herself as best she could: pan in one hand, dagger in the other, radio clipped to the waistband of her skirt, and a section of hair roped around the crook of her elbow like a coiled cowboy's rope. Not that Rapunzel knew what a cowboy was — but if she had, she would have thought they were worth imitating. And with that, she was off to Eugene's room.

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[thecamellia]

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Four, five, six... There! F15! With her room in sight, Tsubaki slowed a little.

There was nobody around when she stepped inside, but that wasn't so strange; nightshift was in full swing, and she expected Rapunzel had long ago left to meet her friend. That just left Tsubaki alone with her storage box.

Digging out one of the first aid kits didn't take long at all. To ensure she had enough supplies to take care of the man until morning, she took some of the bandages from the other first aid kit and stuffed it into the first, zippering the bag closed. Throwing the strap over her shoulder, she straightened and settled it against her hip.

Now to get back to the doctor's office!

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