Nightshift 26 - M41-M50 Hall

[qui-gonjinn.livejournal.com]

Qui-Gon was in a mixed mood. On one hand, the maps from young Artemis Fowl would be incredibly helpful, and he had made sure to make extra copies for himself, Obi-Wan and anyone else he might pass it onto in the future. On the other, the intercom announcement was more than a little worrying. He had heard mention of other patients being taken for experimentation, only to released on their friends; it looked like that was true, if Martin Landel was to be believed.

The Jedi Master sighed, collecting the flashlight and the small collection of metal utensils that he'd collected with Obi-Wan last night. His meditation into the Force had been only slightly more fruitful than before, but he was nowhere near strong enough to help as much as he would like. There was no doubt in his mind that he wouldn't be able to use the Force to persuade the experimented patients that no, they didn't really want to hunt down their fellows, and they should listen to him just because he said so.

He wasn't too sure about the other areas mentioned, but he did know enough to avoid the Sun Room for now. Stepping outside, Qui-Gon prepared himself. Tonight his grasp on the Force wasn't as strong as it had been when Obi-Wan was knighted. But even now he could feel the swirl of anger, fear, and hate around him, dotted with the moving "holes" that were the Earthian creatures and the staff. The fear and anger, he was unfortunately familiar with. The galaxy, despite the efforts of good people, was a regrettably nest of such emotions. But the holes in the Force, the sense of void, would never be familiar.

And he would have to watch for both, it seemed. The dangers tonight wouldn't just be the creatures, or the staff. Qui-Gon turned and headed down the hall, extending his senses as far as he was able.

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[norainu]

Renji didn't have much to carry, this night. He wasn't intending to go very far. He grabbed his flashlight and some pens - just in case - and then the knife and the ring for Valyn. After a moment of consideration he took the radio as well, even though he knew he probably shouldn't, if he'd been ordered to take the night off. He was still a bit weirded out that it had turned back up, whole and in his desk with his flashlight, even though he'd smashed it to pieces on the head of the monster last night.

The head doctor's words made him worry, though, because it made him think of Ichimaru... and he'd sent River to go look for him. He didn't feel anything, though, not yet, and wouldn't he get the sense of the man's spirit if he really had been released to fight? It made him nervous, though, very nervous.

He told himself that he was just being paranoid; there were no doubt several great traitors here, at this point. He headed out of his room. First things first.

[norainu]

[heading here]

[faithful-frost.livejournal.com]

((Coming fromhere (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/181351.html?thread=12690791#t12727655).))

Haku slipped carefully into the halls, looked around for a moment, then headed off towards his Master. He knew the way now. There wouldn't be any problems getting there.

[faithful-frost.livejournal.com]

((Rushing off to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/187539.html) now.))

[clockworkblond.livejournal.com]

Alfons was kind of optimistic about tonight. He had a meeting with Mr. Soubi to look forward to, and after that, he could explore with Maes and Scar. It was all looking very good, and he hoped that he wouldn't be too much of a burden on either man. Hopefully.

Whispering a quiet prayer that Ritsuka and Miku would be safe, he started down the hallway, moving as quickly as he could. It didn't seem like anyone else was having problems or would be in the way; this was all very good for him.

((Skipping around a bit and winding up here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/184902.html) ))

[shiki-master.livejournal.com]

Tsuzuki didn't stop for anything. Nevermind the other patients wandering the halls or any familiar faces he may have pasted. He was a man on a mission, so to speak. A very personal mission to find out if his partner was still alive or not. If he was, Tsuzuki would be more than thrilled. If not... He didn't want to imagine the 'if not', but Muraki would find that doctor sessions would be the very least of his concerns.

Reaching Hisoka's room, more by remembering his path last night rather than the number, Tsuzuki didn't hesitate even a second to start pounding on the door with a loud "Hisoka! Are you in there?"

The only thought that kept him from simply kicking down the door was that Hisoka's roommate might also be in there, and he didn't seem like the kind of man you might want to alarm. Though, if Hisoka didn't answer, that little fact wouldn't keep him at bay for long.

[somber-secret.livejournal.com]

Hisoka didn't even attempt to stand until well after the intercom had sounded and night had fallen. There just didn't seem to be any reason to. Here was yet another night that would be wasted wandering aimlessly, here was another night spent battling inexhaustible amounts of monsters with no weapons to fight with. It was pointless.

The boy remained this way until a frantic knocking at the door sounded throughout the room and, like a charm, Tsuzuki's voice sent a jolt of electricity along with guilt through him. Hisoka was already cursing the lack of available escape routes as he scrambled to his feet. He didn't want to talk to Tsuzuki and Tsuzuki should not have wanted to do the same after what Hisoka had done. He was a horrible, selfish, sadistic partner and Tsuzuki was a moron for being here.

Hisoka sighed softly and slid to the floor in the corner, tucking his knees against his chest. It was pointless. There was nowhere to hide.

[shiki-master.livejournal.com]

Tsuzuki waited for nearly half a minute, the unease slowly growing over each second. Hisoka wasn't answering.. No one was answering... Trying the knob, the shinigami found it was open and quickly went inside.

It didn't take long at all to spot Hisoka curled up on the floor. Tsuzuki's initial thought was that the boy must be hurt to be curled up like that. He quickly knelt down in front of the other.

"Hisoka... Are you ok? What happened?" Obviously, Tsuzuki didn't not think it was quite so moronic to be worried sick over his partner. Despite the conspiracy against him earlier.

[somber-secret.livejournal.com]

When curling up into this position, Hisoka had clearly not been thinking. For one, the spot left no room to escape, and secondly it made him look vulnerable, even pathetic. Crying in front of Renji, of all people, had been a complete accident and Hisoka was already ashamed of every second of it, he didn't want to do it again.

"I thought I told you not to come." Hisoka kept his eyes fixed on a single spot on the floor.

[charredashes.livejournal.com]

The first thing Asch did once the locks released themselves, was grab his flashlight. That, at the very least, assured that there wouldn't be a repeat of last night's little misadventure. He then grabbed the journal containing the tracings he had made of his roommates maps, and headed for the door.

There was no sign of Luke in the hallway, which didn't really suprise the redhead, since Luke had been late the previous night as well. Although... there was something in the air, it seemed; something that made him feel tense, on edge.

There was something else, though. He and Luke hadn't been given enough time to really designate a meeting place for tonight. And, while he could easily go look for Luke himself, he had no idea what room he was in. Or where he would be coming from.

The God-General sighed before pressing his back against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. He really didn't want to wait in the hallway again, but he'd give it a few minutes before moving on.

[full-score.livejournal.com]

The announcement marking the beginning of nightshift was more than a little unsettling, to say the least. More than that, though, he didn't like the way the Head Doctor had mentioned various points in the building, particularly the Sun Room. Which, incidentally, was where he'd have to cross through to get to the kitchen.

Of course, he said to himself, and he almost slapped his palm against his forehead. They'd lay a trap blocking people from getting to the kitchen. It's where all the metal is, isn't it?

He hadn't thought of that possibility sooner, and he could have kicked himself for it. For a moment, he thought about just going through the Sun Room anyway, traps or not, but he knew he wouldn't have any traveling companions and that he'd be unarmed. He could be brash sometimes, but Claude certainly wasn't stupid. And, considering he had friends to help out around here, the blond figured it'd be a good idea if he could get through this night in one piece.

I can't screw this up, he told himself with a frown, and he gazed down at the maps. But then his thoughts were interrupted when he noticed Asch abruptly gather his things and leave the room. The guy sure didn't waste any time, though Claude couldn't say he entirely blamed him.

It didn't take Claude long to gather his own things (the flashlight, that weird radio, and his journal), before he paused and set them all down on his bed. Within moments, he had gone through the closet and grabbed a coat and slung it over his shoulder (he intended to turn it into a bag later). Then, he took one of the shirts and tore a long strip of cloth from it, tying it around his forehead.

Maybe it'd seem silly to some people, but at least it kept Claude's hair out of his face. And, besides, it wasn't so bad to have a little piece of normalcy in a madhouse like this, was it?

By the time Claude stood at the threshold, he had already made sure he have everything with him. His flashlight beam illuminating the path in front of him, he ventured outside. He was mildly startled to find Asch hanging around beside the door, however.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Clause asked him with raised eyebrows. He recalled his roommate's plans to go looking into the file room, so it would make sense that he'd be meeting up with some sort of group.

[charredashes.livejournal.com]

Dammit, hurry up. It was already known that Asch wasn't the most patient man in the world. Here, the impatience was only increased. They only had the night hours to get anyting done, so every second mattered. Plus, the longer one stayed in a single spot, the more they risked being attacked by the monsters that were supposed to roam the halls. And, as though that wasn't enough, that uncomfortable feeling just wouldn't go away...

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Claude's voice, and the God-General involuntarily jumped before turning his attention the the blond.

"Of course I'm waiting for someone!" Asch replied sharply, more upset that he had let himself be startled than anything else. "Why else would I be standing around out here?"

Taking a couple breaths in an attempt to calm himself once more, he shifted his gaze to the coat hanging over Claude's shoulder, then to the strip of cloth around his forehead. "...what's all that for?"

[grabby-hands.livejournal.com]

Greed had no intention of wasting his time this nightshift, not after getting the chance to beat up Kimbley and see what else this Institute had in store. The intercom's announcement had left him a little wary, as his old subordinate certainly fit the description of whatever brainwashed fool had been stationed in the Sun Room.

Whatever. He'd said he'd meet up with Mustang and his girl subordinate, though Greed doubted she'd be as competent (or nice to look at) as Martel was.

The homunculus shoved his hands in his pockets and proceeded to head down the hall, then out to the door that led to the main corridor.

[ To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/186440.html). ]

[thirdtonever.livejournal.com]

Damn. He was late. Well, at least he'd actually woken up this time. Chase siezed his radio and a handful of pens, completely intent on finding something interesting. Or at least someone who could tell him where there might be an interesting fight.

Or a way out.

Shoving his door open and stalking out into the hall, Chase kept his mind focused and his expression grim. There was a chapel here, yes? He'd been practically killed there when the Head Doctor decided to show up. There must be something interesting hidden under the pews there.

[thirdtonever.livejournal.com]

[byname-bynature.livejournal.com]

Artemis donned his coat, tucking the scalpel into his pocket. Haku had, again, left the instant the doors unlocked. His roommate was not so eager to leave.

Tonight, he had Captain Hitsugaya and an unknown person to look forward to. What they would be doing, Artemis didn't know. All he knew was that Renji, who had promised him self-defense classes, had suddenly changed his mind. Or something was actually wrong. The boy genius allowed himself the small liberty of congratulating himself on being right. As much as Renji insisted that something wasn't wrong, there was, in fact, something bothering him.

It's a shame that more people don't realize how brilliant you are, Artemis Fowl, he thought to himself with a chuckle. With that, Artemis pocketed a bottle of his precious golden monster blood, tied his sweatshirt belt around his waist (complete with radio and second journal), and walked out of his room and down the hall.

[byname-bynature.livejournal.com]

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[claire-ity.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/187539.html?thread=13013139#t13013139)]

It was hopeless.

Claire had no idea what room her friends were in. She was without a weapon, a flashlight, and her hair. Most people would be exploring during the night anyway, as they usually did, and she wasn't sure she wanted anyone looking at her the way she was now. She was a mess.

Slumping down against a door, Claire hugged her knees. She hadn't felt this helpless since...

Since Brody.

It wasn't wise to sit outside like this, where anyone could attack her, but Claire wasn't sure what to do anymore. Why was she even here? Why couldn't she just be back in school, worried about normal teenage girl things?

Resting her chin on her knees, Claire desperately fought the urge to cry.

[qui-gonjinn.livejournal.com]

Whateve Qui-Gon had been expecting tonight, it wasn't finding a young lady curled up against one of the doors, positively a ball of anguish and despair.

There was no question as to what he would do. He did what he would have done anywhere else. Qui-Gon stopped what he was doing, and went to see what was the matter, and if there was anything he could do. Walking over slowly, careful not to sneak up on the girl, the Jedi Master knelt in front of her. "What's wrong?" he asked kindly.

[claire-ity.livejournal.com]

Lifting her head, Claire was surprised to see Qui-Gon kneeling in front of her - she hadn't really seen him since the first night she'd arrived. Although a few tears were running down her face, she had to resist the urge to laugh at the absurdity. It seemed impossible to gain any ground on normality here - a Jedi was comforting her. But she appreciated his kindness, so she attempted to speak past the lump in her throat.

Sniffing, she replied, "It's everything. It's this place. It's...my hair." She tugged on a jagged strand, thinking it seemed like a silly thing to cry over when she put it like that, but she couldn't seem to stop.

At M46 specifically

[intoindra.livejournal.com]

((From here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/183215.html?view=13098927#t13098927) ))

Roland was feeling nervous. There were only two other people in the hallway- both of whom looked quite wrapped up in something- and yet even talking to Ginji was a risk. What if he knew? It was dangerous, extremely so... yet Roland knew he at least owed Ginji a bit of an explanation. Not the entire truth, he doubted that the blond was ready for that, but a healthy portion of it.

Enough to, perhaps, put his mind at ease. Losing memories was not a pleasant process to go through, judging by what had happened to Heat and the others, and this way Roland could see if there was anything else he could do for the boy.

How he wished he could heal others in his human form. A few Dia spells would patch up the relatively minor injuries Indra had inflicted- 'minor' being 'not mostly consumed'- and that would make it mostly better. But... alas. What little he could offer was severely immaterial.

The pale man knocked on the door of M46, quite certain that Ginji would be on the other side. And also quite certain of roughly how much damage had been inflicted.

Re: At M46 specifically

[repolarization.livejournal.com]

Ginji opened the door carefully and smiled slightly.

"Hiya, are you the guy from the bulletin board?" he asked. He moved to the side, allowing Roland into his room. Trusting, as always.

He was testing out his legs, but he had had to limp to the door.

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[totallytheseme.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/195336.html).]

Hikaru gripped his flashlight like a club, hoping that he wouldn't meet with any unpleasant company before finding Kaoru. Hopefully, his last message to his brother hadn't been quite as jumbled as it had sounded on his end.

He decided to try again.

"K...ru. I'm..." The next few words were obscured by a weird popping noise. "...th...llway."

[totallytheseme.livejournal.com]

[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/186440.html?thread=13113160#t13113160).]

M43 to M41, and out again.

[braidless.livejournal.com]

The quiet was a much-needed rest from the hustle and bustle of the daily dayshift activities. Honestly, Obi-Wan didn't know why he bothered with the sun room at all. It was obvious that nightshift was best when it came to getting any serious meditation done, though it'd be a lie if Obi-Wan said he didn't mind sacrificing the precious time the darkness offered. Still, it was better to go out with a clear mind if he could. Not to mention the fact that establishing a better connection with the Force was one of his highest priorities anyway.

Either way, when the Jedi surfaced from his meditations, he felt oddly refreshed. It was a nice change of pace, even if he didn't necessarily feel his grasp on the Force strengthen all that much. At least he felt more focused and sensitive to his surroundings. It would serve him well tonight, if Martin Landel's announcement after dinner meant anything. Judging from his words, some of the prisoners had likely been taken and turned loose against everyone. Obi-Wan had yet to come across anyone who'd been brainwashed in such a way, though he didn't doubt that it went on here, if other people's experiences were anything to go by.

Now that he thought about it, it was a little odd Qui-Gon hadn't come knocking on his door already. Unless his former Master had been meditating, of course. Deciding to go investigate, Obi-Wan gathered his things, double-checking the supplies he'd stolen from the kitchen the other night. Thankfully, everything seemed to be intact.

With that taken care of, he ventured out into the hall, bundled up in one of the coats found in the closet. The pockets made a convenient holding-place for his journal (and maps), freeing up his hands for a flashlight and a light-weight, easy-to-maneuver skillet. The new choice of weapon might not have packed as much of a punch as the chairs, but it was an improvement from having to lug around something so ridiculously bulky.

It didn't take him long to reach Qui-Gon's door, and he swiftly knocked on its surface. When he received no answer, Obi-Wan couldn't help but faintly furrow his eyebrows before pushing it open and stepping inside. Needless to say, the Jedi was rather stunned to find his former Master was nowhere in sight. Considering what he already knew about the patients who had been taken tonight, it was actually quite unsettling.

Perhaps he's close by, Obi-Wan told himself with pursed lips. Surely they wouldn't have taken Qui-Gon...

But why wouldn't they? It wouldn't have been the first time someone wanted to perform experiments on a Jedi Master. Qui-Gon himself had been the victim of such treatment once before. At that thought, Obi-Wan couldn't help but grow more concerned. It was obvious he needed to look for his friend.

And with that, he turned and headed out of the door and into the dark hallway, flashlight lighting his path.