Night 74: F11-F20 Hallway

[fourstonewalls]

The Head Doctor had dropped most of his pretense. That was always a sign that a change was coming -- a witness about to spill a secret on the stand, a defense attorney no longer trying to pretend they believed their client was innocent. A detective offering to forge evidence outright. Landel was either confident or overconfident. Or just exhausted. He had had a tumultuous few weeks, after all. Much more so than when she'd first arrived, and the Institute had been running like a terrible, orderly machine.

Lana packed in silence, the keycard and her gun being the two most important items, stowed carefully in her coat pockets. Then she grabbed her radio and flashlight and headed out.

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[rebonding]

Dinner had been quick and uneventful as always, as had the rest of the day. Korra had spent it resting, for the most part, but now they had to get moving. She had her flashlight in hand and her journal tucked in her back pocket.

"You ready to get out of here?" She turned to Tsubaki.

[thecamellia]

Landel had certainly changed his tune between one night and the next. Whatever was going on behind the scenes was obviously still happening, and that gave her hope that they still had a chance to do something.

She didn't have any more information on what to do about the device, but there had to be a sign or a clue somewhere. There just had to be. The more they pushed this third floor business, the more Tsubaki hoped something would turn up so that they could really strike a blow and perhaps surprise the Head Doctor.

It was a big shame that no one seemed to know about what was going on.

"Yes, I have everything!" replied Tsubaki, tightening her waist band so that her knives had snugly inside. She'd prepared quickly, ready to move out as soon as they could so they could make the most of their limited time. "And now we have more on the map filled out."

Provided they made it back up to the third floor, they could keep exploring themselves.

[rebonding]

Korra nodded, grinning slightly as she tried to channel her frustration into drive. Confidence.

"I hope they don't do something to whoever's posting information on the board. Both for their sake and... we kinda need it."

She started down the hall at a firm pace, flashlight in hand.

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[gald_digger]

This was familiar.

Anise awakened that night in the same bed she’d woken up in countless times over the last several weeks. So they really made it back to the institute… She sat up and looked around. Her belongings seemed to be right where she left them. A few dolls and origami animals on the dresser, her nightshift gear in the closet, and… huh?

She’d feared something might have gone missing, but instead, it actually looked like she gained a few things. There were some origami animals and… alcohol? That looked like Ilia’s stuff. Why was it in Anise’s room? Maybe Ilia was her new roommate – whoever was sharing the room, Anise didn’t catch her before she left. But the cynic in Anise wasn’t convinced the truth would be so agreeable. Maybe this was a sign that Ilia was gone.

And there was a note. Anise hoped it would be from Ilia (or maybe Luke!), but it turned out to be unsigned, and written in unfamiliar handwriting. But the contents…

“Huh!?” Anise cried, then looked over the words once more just to be sure. A secret weapon… Did one of the rebels write that note? Did everyone in the institute get one? Maybe that device they brought back was already common knowledge. Whatever the case, she had to tell Guy and Claude.

Anise scrambled to change back into her Fon Master Guardian uniform, quickly strapped on her utility belt, and made her way out of the room.

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