Night 68: M1-M10 Hallway

[armoredsoul]

[In M1]

The second intercom message had startled Alphonse, and the chilling change to the doctor's voice threw him off more (though if he were honest he had expected something of the sort). He didn't waste much time, grabbing the 'magic torch' Link had told him about and searching around the rest of his side of the room.

A keyring in the desk and what he could only assume were batteries for the flashlight were the only really useful things he found. Still, it was better than nothing, and after he switched the slippers for shoes he slipped out of his room. Setting down the hallway at a trot, he turned down toward the entrance to the block.

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[ever_loyal_dog]

As the lights flickered and the final announcements were made, Soushi narrowed his eyes and set about his work. While he didn't trust the man in charge to keep his word about the doors, if it was true, he might actually be able to carry out a plan for the evening.

His inventory was woefully small, consisting of only his flashlight and a baseball bat from the night before. Odd, he thought, that the nurses hadn't thought to search their patients rooms. Unless this too was all part of the game the head doctor seemed to be playing. Many had already mentioned how much the man enjoyed gloating and lauding his power over them. This too seemed a part of it.

Without wasting too much time or thought on it, he pushed open the door to his room and was gone.

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[his_legacy]

Link had told Soma he would meet her in the Western portion of the main hallway. He was quick in gathering his things- his light, (not magic, according to Alphonse) his sword, and his proper clothing.

He was looking forward to this excursion, if that was the proper way to think about it. He supposed he "looked forward to it" as much as anyone could, in this place.

Supplies in hand, he adjusted his cap and set out for what was hopefully going to be a successful night.

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[knightspirit]

Once again, dinner ended up a quiet affair. Kyousuke had eaten a bit, but didn't bother taking his time with it or pausing for conversation, instead rolling into the bed for a quick nap before night came. Keeping himself shut in was out of the question in this situation, but as it was, he needed to devote as much energy to letting himself heal as he could. There was nothing to be gained from constantly pushing himself and prolonging his injuries, even if it was sometimes hard not to. He never did quite fall asleep, but this would have to do, for now. Better than missing his meeting completely.

He listened to the announcement in silence, eyes narrowing as he did so. It sounded like they'd probably be able to reach their destination, which he still had mixed feelings about; he sincerely doubted there would be anything there to look forward to. But, if it had to be done, he'd rather get it over with properly this time, and put this whole mess behind him. The rest, however, was cause for concern. "Friends," huh. Kyousuke couldn't be sure what the man meant by that, but it was certain it couldn't be anything good. He just hoped that, battered as he was, he wouldn't have to find out. ... He probably didn't stand a chance if it came down holding his own like this.

Not feeling up to laying around much longer, Kyousuke collected his flashlight and the flower he'd picked earlier, and opted to wait out in the hall. The flower, he wasn't sure he'd be needing, but it was probably better to keep it with him as much as possible, in case he ran into anyone who needed it.

[ chillin' for Kratos ]

M2

[fallenbeanpole]

[borrowing roommate's flashlight with permission]

Well, night had come. The Once-ler pulled his suit out and quickly changed into it, again leaving hat and glasses behind. After a moment's consideration, he chose to take the hammer that he had liberated from the janitor's closet the previous night. The tool went into his belt pouch; after the last night's adventure, the Once-ler decided to leave behind the Truffula seed. It wasn't worth the risk.

The Once-ler went to retrieve his flashlight, belatedly remembering that he'd lost it in the lake the night before. He glanced over at the empty bed where Scar had slept; he'd have had a flashlight too, likely in the same place. It's not as if he needs it anymore.

Still, it took the man another moment before he could steel himself to reach under the pillow and retrieve the light. The Once-ler flicked it on and hurried out his door, with a bit more urgency than was necessary.

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M5

[awokentospring]

Bound and determined not to fall asleep tonight, Lee had refused to lay on his bed at all after eating dinner. He had instead contented himself with some one-handed push-ups, as awkward as they could be with his hand stuck in a sling. But he had done it before, though that had been years ago. He managed to do quite well here, despite not having chakra to ground him. He only fell on his face twice.

When the Head Doctor's usual message began, Lee hoisted himself up and stretched out his good arm, determining it was still well enough to handle him out there despite the threat of "friends." It seemed that way, so Lee smiled as he turned to his closet to gather his outfit. The sling he was in now was a simple one; he could dress in his spandex and vest and reposition it easily enough on his own. It was a little awkward, but it would do.

Feeling much like himself now that he was in his shinobi garb, Lee wished his roommate a good evening and launched himself out the door.

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[idolism]

As if Aidou needed any more motivation to get his rear end moving. Landel's nettling intercom announcement and his new "roommate" were a toxic combination; Aidou was more than happy to see Daken go so that he could change out of his uniform in peace.

If first impressions were anything to go by--and they often were--the man was right up there with the worst of his cellmates. Aidou wasn't eager to see what kind of trouble he would cause before his stay at Landel's was over. That said, Aidou wasn't about to encourage it. Before he left the cell, he made sure to seal the door tightly so that anyone wanting inside would have a hell of a fight getting in.

One couldn't be too careful.

Once Aidou was done with that, it was time for the night's plan to commence.

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[thisisyourgod]

The evening had gone by relatively quietly, and Karkat didn't have much of a problem with that. He'd stopped hearing Gamzee's voice in his head for now, and he honestly wasn't sure if he should be happy or not. On the one hand, it was nice to feel a little more sane, but on the other... he kinda missed hearing his moirail's voice for real. That was the main reason it hadn't bothered him all that much in the first place.

There wasn't any discussing of plans either, so once night began Karkat decided simply to head out on his own. It wasn't the safest route, but then they hadn't gotten much of anything done the past couple nights. Maybe, though it was doubtful, he'd be able to actually make his way further if he went on his own.

Or at least started out on his own.

It would have been a better idea to bring the bat or something else to use as a weapon when he left the room, but he didn't think about that until he was already gone. He'd do just fine unarmed anyway...

[nobleman]

[From here.]

There was no sign of Luke so far, which meant that if they were going to find him anywhere, it would be in his room. Guy worked his way around the two other patients in the hall, and since it seemed like they were distracted, he didn't bother to ask them if they'd seen a redhead around. Come to think of it, Guy didn't even know who Luke's roommate was. He'd have to ask him about that at some point.

"You want to check six and I'll check seven?" he asked. "If it's neither of those, we can move out from there." It wouldn't take them long to search the rooms, since all they had to was open the doors and peek inside.

[trollverine]

Taking inventory of the room had proved useful: once Daken got into the hall, the flashlight became a necessity. He swept the light up and down the corridor - empty, for the moment, and he had something to do before he went any farther.

He pointed the beam at his hand and popped one of his claws, smiling when it worked. He pulled it back in, still shining the flashlight on the red line it had left behind. The skin sealed itself.

Excellent.

He turned and headed down the hall.

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[voiceofthanatos]

Another day, another night for exploring in his alternate persona. He wondered if he could actually make some progress for the night instead of being interrupted. He had found a few pairs of scissors inside of the crafts room from last night that he sharped a bit on his own and broke into two pieces. While they were still dull, his flames could enhance them enough to give them some punch.

Putting on his cape and gear, he set out for the night, slipping into the darkness as if he was one with it.

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