Nightshift 25: M61-M70 Hall

[icy-demise.livejournal.com]

Well, dinner had been boring, as usual, and he hadn't had time to check out the little device he'd stolen from that doctors office, but there was no point wasting valuable time when he could be running around trying to find a way out of the hospital.

Last night he had found HK in this hallway, so he would probably find the assassin droid here again. Hopefully, he'd be more coherent than he had been at lunch. The painkillers couldn't last that long, and since SubZero himself was no longer suffering ill effects from his sedation HK should be better too.

While he waited for HK to show up, SubZero took to leaning quietly against a wall, both to be less visible and to make it impossible for a monster to attack him from behind.

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[arc-wrench.livejournal.com]

HK exited his cell, finally feeling as if his gyroscopes were all agreeing on which way was down. He had his flashlight and several more pens, as well as the scalpel or two he had taken from the guards last night. He was ready to take on just about anything, short of a Terentatek.

Scanning the hallway, he saw the heat anomalies of the other assassin. The traitorous, idiotic, really heavy meatbag assassin.

HK was determined to irritate the meatbag tonight, if nothing else. "Greeting: Hello, meatbag. Observation: You seem to be at least partially functional. I do hope you won't decide to do anything as idiotic as you did today. I am doing my best to override the urge to take action in reprisal for your random acts of stupidity."

[icy-demise.livejournal.com]

"Nice to see you too," SubZero replied sarcastically, glaring towards the vague outline of HK in the darkness, picking him out mostly by the annoying sound of his voice.

"You already got me sedated. Lets just get out of here, the longer we talk the more time we waste." He had the feeling that any conversation was going to be unpleasant. Hopefully he could keep the other assassin quiet for the sake of sneaking around.

He stepped away from the wall, ready to get moving and do something productive.

[budgetordie.livejournal.com]

Just when it seemed an opening might be forming between Tatsumi and Light, something else clicked open--the doors--and dinner came to an abrupt end. Tatsumi knew he couldn't waste time, that he was expected somewhere, and since he hated to be late, he moved quickly, getting his flashlight and his radio before bidding Light farewell, and heading into the hall.

A quick sweep with his light revealed only a few people, and thankfully nothing else. Keeping the beam low to the ground, Tatsumi headed out, not wanting to linger long enough to be found by anything as undesirable as a massive feline.

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Huh... absolutely no one in the halls? That was kinda odd. Oh well, nothing to do but keep on.

...but that did give him an idea. If he was the only one in the halls, and the open door was already there and inviting him... mwahaha, time to have some fun~!

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Peony casually walked out the door to room M62, leaving the terrible mess in his wake. No one in the hallway. No rappigs. Not even any humans. How boring! There weren't even any servants here to bug him about his clothes being all mussed or -

..On a whim, the Malkuth emperor looked down. Dang! Whoever it was who took him here had to take away his cool duds, too? Peony was very proud of his fashion choices for himself and others, and this was totally not cool. These weren't even as cool as his pajamas.

Maybe someone would show up soon if he hung around. This was kind of boring. Heck, he might even find his rappigs if he went into one of the doors. Just.. which one to go into? They all looked the same.

[chainlinks.livejournal.com]

The replica had had another quiet and empty dinner, which was fine with him. He preferred it over any company that Landel's could have possibly provided him with.

Well. He had made a psuedo-friendship with Roland, and the guy had given him a name... and he wasn't annoying and aggrivating like the Key Bearer and the Real Thing. That gave him some respect points from him. And the information he had could be of use, eventually.

Despite all these thoughts that could have been plaguing his mind, Soma was far more concerned at staring at the map he had quickly scribbled into his journal. If anything, he really could appreciate the ability that Naminé had with maps and memory.

Soma was so concerned with it, in fact, that he was running through the hallways and not watching his feet. He collided with the only person left in his hallway, and the impact made the replica fall backwards, dropping the journal and his flashlight behind him.

"What the hell? Watch where you're going!" It had felt like he'd hit a brick wall.

[nobleman]

Guy's second day in this place hadn't comprised of much of anything, really. One huge thing had happened - running into Asch. But he had barely been able to exchange any words with the God-General before he had been dragged off by a nurse. He had been so jittery after that disaster that he had been forced to go back to his room and rest. He wasn't proud of it - he didn't like when his condition disabled him - but he at least felt better once he woke up for dinner.

It would have been nice to talk with Okita again, but his roommate had slept through the whole meal, and even when nightshift began, the other man hadn't budged. Guy had pondered shaking him awake, but maybe he needed his rest. He could always find someone else to wander with...

Though what he really wanted to do was find Asch again. Guy knew that would be damn near impossible at night, but he could still keep an eye out. It had been such a shock to see him alive again, even though he had heard from Homura that such a thing was possible in this place. Back from the dead, just like that?

But the most important question still hadn't been answered. Where was Luke?

With his flashlight in hand, Guy left his room, only to observe a group of three nearby. Two people were glaring quite pointedly at someone, but he could only see the person's back. "Uhh, hey?" he called out toward them, raising his voice slightly. He had to start somewhere, after all.

[rappigs.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhhh yes. Peony knew that voice, knew that face - but not that terrible getup. That was the main thing that struck him wrong about .. well, wherever he was. None of the clothes he'd seen on anyone (including himself) had any flair! No spirit! None.

"Gailardia," he greeted the noble, opening up his arms. If there was anyone who would know where the cute animals were, it was this man, whom Peony still considered under a state of employ. It didn't matter that he had gone off to save the world from being replicated! He was still Peony's personal rappig-walker. "You must know where my cute rappigs are."

Five minutes in this odd rotten-hospital-smelling place had passed, and Peony was still calm about everything.

Specifically M63

[notachick.livejournal.com]

Okita was surprised at how tired he had been considering he'd woken up feeling so refreshed in the morning. Yet, after speaking with Raven at lunch, he'd asked to go back to his room to rest for a bit, only to find himself waking up long after the lights had gone out and Guy had gone off. Pushing himself out of bed, he rubbed his eyes and yawned, feeling sluggish despite himself. How could he have allowed himself to sleep so long?

He climbed out of bed and ran his fingers through his hair to get rid of the tangles, wincing when he caught a particularly bad one. Once Simon arrived, it would be time for business so he pulled his long hair back into a high ponytail. He hoped the doctor could keep pace with him because he wanted to get to the supplies as quickly as possible, leaving the rest of the evening open to gather metal. Okita would stand a better chance to escape or protect others if he had a reliable weapon in his hands.

With his hair tidied and his supplies gathered, he sat down at his desk and waited, picking at his dinner.

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[ooc: Sorry for the delay! Will post as much as possible, even with Otakonness!]

Simon had not intended for time to fly as it had, having first eaten his dinner, forced it down even as his appetite wanted to continue resisting the thought of food in this place. Strength in food, and if this place didn't want to let them out, it certainly wanted them able to entertain with the obstacles of night.

With his flashlight in hand, Simon maneuvered down the halls, out of his room and toward the hallway that help rooms 61-70. After a brief pause in the restroom, Simon reached the hall, flicking on the light long enough only to pick out the appropriate number.

Ready or not? Nightshift had a way of making the doctor terribly uneasy, but by now, at this point, it should have been an old hat. Flash light off, Simon raised his hand and curled it into a fist, rapping his knuckled three times against the door.

[entropy-effect.livejournal.com]

Dinner had been uneventful indeed. Despite the short greeting exchanged between the two of them, Naoya and his roommate did not speak much more and the room had been filled with nothing but silence.

Awkward silence, but heaven help him if Naoya knew what to talk about with strangers...

Things quickly changed though when the intercom crackled to life the second time, the doors clicking open not long after. His roommate was quick to leave, but Naoya was not so fast as he searched the room thoroughly. He did not want to leave the security of his room with nothing to help him and, lo and behold, he found a flashlight in result of his troubles. There were a few other items, but the young man decided to keep his hands free and just take the map given to him by Ren, the flashlight and the radio.

That way it'd be quicker to run. Naoya took a deep breath, more than ever missing his brother, then stepped into the dark hall with a click of his flashlight.

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From M66

[wantsyourzex.livejournal.com]

Another night shift, and therefore another night of danger.

ZEX still felt wobbly and unsure on his feet, but he disliked feeling helpless and ignorant. If he wanted to return to Cerenkov, he was going to have to figure out what was going on. To do that, he was going to have to learn more about the area, and while asking others about what went on here was a good start, some of them had... rather illogical ideas.

ZEX had no doubt that those in charge, this Landel fellow, had some kind of plan, but he needed to know more before he could figure out a way to escape. DAX wouldn't linger about and do nothing, and he was sure that his darling Captain likewise would not simply wait to be rescued. It was up to ZEX to take those first few steps towards formulating an escape plan, and for that, he was going to have to explore.

Even if he was still shaky on his feet and slow, and even if his body moved sluggishly and in ways that still felt incredibly foreign... he had to risk it. If there were monsters about, and if he did encounter one... he'd have to do the best he could.

He refused to simply do nothing anymore. ZEX set out from his room, flashlight in tow, and tried to decide where to begin.

Re: From M66

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When Claude realized no one was in the hallway, he figured he'd have to make his way further into this weird place and do a little investigating. He ventured into the dark, his slippers barely making any noise against the floor as walked. As he was rounding the corner into the next hallway, however, he realized he heard...voices?

Pausing at this, he stopped just before exposing himself completely and slowly peered out from behind the corner. Claude caught sight of two people not too far from him, their flashlights casting shadows over their otherwise lit forms. Who were these people? Normally he would have just strolled up to them and asked, but for all he knew, these were the guys who'd whisked him away in the first place. Better make sure they were friend or foe before he started trying to chat with them.

Come to think of it, maybe it was better to turn off his flashlight for now. Just in case. He didn't want to blow his cover or anything -- not yet, anyway.

"--aren't here, sir," Claude caught the smaller-framed of the two saying. "This isn't Auldrant. We've been transported to his place, and we're... Well, we're captives."

"Captives?" the larger one echoed, his voice deeper than the first guy's. "...Captives. I know the feeling well. But you're here too - I do wonder who's taking care of them in our stead, in that case."

So they were captives? That was pretty weird. Claude didn't remember any kidnapping going on before he went to bed. Actually, he'd had a pretty decent sleep, especially considering he'd apparently been transported to a different place altogether.

But then they started talking again, and Claude listened hard for anymore information he could glean from them. They'd already established that they weren't at this Auldrant place, wherever that was, and it sounded like the taller guy was some sort of royalty. That was good to know, and pretty important too, since they seemed to have some pretty important people here. Granted, that king (or maybe he was a prince?) didn't talk with quite the same regal air that kings on Expel had used with him. But he had to command quite a bit of respect just the same, especially with the way the other man was treating him.

The bit about monsters was pretty good to know too, though it did make Claude feel naked without anything like a sword or a gun to fend them off with. He wondered if the smaller fellow knew where their stuff was, and he had a mind to go up and ask until that laid-back prince or king suggested exploring.

Uh-oh. It sounded like they could be headed his way. Sucking in a sharp breath, Claude pressed himself against the hall, managing to miss the beam of light that the royal guy was shining down the hallway. His unlit flashlight was clutched tightly in one hand. Hopefully they wouldn't see him. Claude didn't feel entirely comfortable with coming out of the woodwork right after eavesdropping on a conversation. It'd probably make him look suspicious somehow.

[full-score.livejournal.com]

Claude practically held his breath as he waited for the other men -- no, captives to pass him by. He wasn't sure if they'd noticed him or not, but he decided to wait until they were out of sight before he turned on his flashlight again. Hopefully he'd run into them later, although he decided he should probably wait some before approaching them. He didn't want people to know he'd been eavesdropping on them, after all.

Frowning a little to himself, Claude glanced around. No monsters, and no people who were coming towards him. Looked like the coast was clear.

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Byakko slowly came to wakefullness and then glared at the door. He could hear people moving around outside and he cursed softly. Must've slept for longer than he'd intended. He stretched out along the bed, flexing his fingers and toes until he felt supple again.

Miku. He'd promised to go and see Miku, and then he had to find Tsuzuki and Hisoka at Hisoka's room. What number was it again?

He'd remember at some point.

Byakko slid off the bed, ignoring the slippers in favour of his bare feet. Much easier to balance on, and quieter. He'd prefer bare feet if he couldn't have his big boots. With one final stretch, he set off out of his room and along the corridor.

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[heraldric.livejournal.com]

Glancing up and down the hall, Leon grimaced. Still too dark. There were figures, but none that he recognized. "Big Brother Claude?" he called, hoping one of them would turn and recognize him.

Just what sort of place was this, anyway?

[enigmaticmedium.livejournal.com]

The child's hopeful call went unanswered, not to Xelloss's surprise. Though the two men they'd met in the hallway had been acquaintances, and he'd found an acquaintance of his own right outside his doorstep--a most unexpected one--he doubted the place was kidnapping all its victims' friends and relatives in groups. There was also the strong possibility that the two pairs he'd witnessed were a deception to confuse the victims; that either the long blond-haired gentleman or his companion had been a plant, and that Hellmaster might be a plant as well. Of course, that would be a terribly odd choice of companions to place near him... though not the worst choice, as he thought about it. Fooling him with an imitation Greater Beast was something he'd like to imagine even more improbable than his waking up here in the first place, and one of his human or lesser Mazoku acquaintances might not be likely to care to work alongside him. Hellmaster, however, had a history of giving Xelloss orders, and Xelloss was after all obeying even now. But he hadn't forgotten that Hellmaster should no longer exist, either; perhaps that was an effort to disguise the subtle by presenting the obvious, such as his own rather bombastic preferred introduction. At any rate, he could come up with theory after theorgy, but information was the only way to narrow those theories down, and if that happened to coincide with this Hellmaster's orders all the better.

He stood idle for a few minutes as he thought this, watching Leon's grimace as he tried to see down the dark hallways. Xelloss had a perfectly good excuse for not helping this effort, since he didn't know what Claude looked like, and instead glanced around a bit on his own. So many bedrooms, so many flickers and shadows of light as prisoners moved about. His own capacity for magic, which should have been part of his nature, felt terribly stifled. He didn't care to waste it on lighting so long as they could see well enough to move.

"If your friend isn't here, I'm afraid the only room I see nearby appears to be a men's restroom. Shall we backtrack? I believe there was another door in this hallway," Xelloss suggested peaceably.

[notahangedman.livejournal.com]

The fact that Seishirou had missed every damn meal today did not make him a happy camper at the beginning of the night. His roommate had disappeared a while ago and Seishirou had enjoyed the rare moments in only his own charming presence, no need to smile and behave like he wasn't a cold-hearted mass murderer, uncaring of all of the misery and suffering around him. He had spent a long moment just lazing on his bed, arms crossed under his neck, mismatched eyes closed, thinking.

He had found his notebook this morning, observing that a lot of 'patients' kept carrying one around. And he wondered if he could draw himself few ofuda and perform his spells with their help. He'd just have to find out how much he was capable of with this 'downgrading of powers'.

After an hour or so, he picked himself up and gathered the things he had seen with people the night before. Radio (curious things they did spew out, head doctor and the radio man, if only he had been more interested in solving this mystery), flashlight, the notebook and a pen or few and headed out of the door which had been left cracked open after Byakko. He'd try drawing some ofuda in the kitchen, because he was hungry and if something Seishirou hated, it was the feeling of an empty stomach.

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[deathneverlies.livejournal.com]

Well, the hallway seemed empty enough. Not that Duo could really tell with his flashlight off, but he wasn't stupid enough to turn it on and let everyone know he was here. It didn't sound like anyone was out there. And hey, he was used to testing his luck anyway.

And so, when his radio clicked on all by itself, Duo nearly dropped it out of shock. What was it? Possessed? Duo stared at it in the darkness, listening to the message.

"Well, gotta give you points, buddy. That was creepy as hell." All that talk about blood and monsters and dying... What was this place? Certainly wasn't like any prison he'd seen yet...

[requiemforasoul.livejournal.com]

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Stepping out of the small room, Siegfried found himself in a hallway that was just as dark as his room. Apparently Nightmare had not seen light as an important factor to its illusion judging by the darkness, and Siegfried was thankful for the torch he had found.

Moving the torch around, Siegfried saw that the only way to proceed was to go right which lead further down the hallway. Hopefully by following the hallway he would find Nightmare.

He took a few steps down the hallway, and then hesitated. He remembered that he no longer had his zweihander and was therefore unarmed. It would not be wise to find Nightmare whilst unarmed, it was virtually asking for trouble, and Siegfried did not want to become Nightmare’s victim once more.

Deciding that it would be best to find his weapon first, he continued down the hallway.

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[mostcharming.livejournal.com]

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From the time he awoke, Dist had been cautiously wandering around the hallways, searching for any speck of sense that would explain his being here, and what this 'here' was. It reminded him of a very large prison - having grown used to those buildings in his later years - but as he had seen other people walking around just as aimless as he without supervision, he doubted it to actually be the case. He thought of speaking to a few of them to try and figure things out, but from the looks of most, they knew as little or less than he did.

There didn't seem to be very many bright people around, that was for sure. What was bright, however, were the few windows that Dist happened upon and, along with an almost on cue stifled yawn, the former God-General discovered it was quickly becoming morning. He had no idea how long he'd been wandering - nor did he know who it was that gripped his arm so suddenly and exclaimed, "Ah, Mr. Marshal! Heading to breakfast on your own, are you?"

Dist flinched away from the touch as if it burned him and turned a twisted scowl in their direction. Whoever it was, it seemed to be an important person, more so than Dist in his current position anyway. She lost face for maybe a moment, then smiled her kindest. "Are you lost? I can lead you to the cafeteria, Mr. Marshal. You're not that far from it, but it's better than going in alone, hm?"

She was staring at him, but speaking a different name. How dare she not know the name Dist the Rose! ... or at the very least, the esteemed Dr. Neis, second only to--

"Mr. Marshal?" beckoned the woman with the clipboard, inclining her head in inquiry. Chewing on his lower lip, Dist decided that he'd let the name thing slide in favor of information and, perhaps more importantly, food. Wandering around all night with no direction without any meals beforehand did leave him pretty woozy. He nodded, still silent in his caution, and began to follow the woman down the rest of the hall.

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