The first level of floors was near silent as the last announcement of the day left the intercom's speakers.

"And so I believe the day is over once more! I trust that everyone will sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite! Ha, ha, ha..."

The intercom clicked off again along with the Head Doctor's warm laughter, though in a few minutes, the facade would surely fall.

"Welcome, welcome, everyone, to a show that will excite all watchers and frustrate all contributors!" The intercom came on loud and surprisingly clear, the Head Doctor's voice booming through the hallways. "For this is Landel's of the Damned, and those who don't survive the slaughter are those whose incompetence earns them no pity."

A woosh of air and some chuckling followed, along with a long sigh.

"We wonder, dear friends, which of our stellar students will take down the biggest scores? Yes, for near the halls of medical knowledge, we have a man whose background is as varied in bloodshed as it is with flora and fauna. In the field, we have a female as seemingly pretty as a flower, though beware the well-learned attacks she might bring down upon you. In the Sun Room is perhaps our most experienced student in the betrayal of his peers for a higher cause, and of course, don't forget our teachers that tend to show up every night..."

The Head Doctor laughed again, this time louder. It finally died down enough for him to finish with:

"And of course, underground, you'll find a whole new playground with which you can hide from those better students. See if you can prove yourselves worthy of the end, though, and then... you might meet your maker."

The intercom clicked off, and with it, the doors unlocked.

Seeing as Roy was on his own when the intercom came on to announce the beginning of night, there was nothing to distract him from listening to the message Landel had for them. It was all rather cryptic, but most of it seemed to be in reference to the poor three who had gotten taken for brainwashing this time around. None of it rang any bells with him, so he was going to assume people he knew weren't involved. It didn't make it any less upsetting, but at least he didn't have to prepare to run into a friend who wanted him dead.

He was used to leaving his room the moment he heard the locks click, but that wasn't how it would be working tonight. The alchemist had finished his meal, so he sat on his bed, glancing first down at the metal he had ready and then over at his sleeping roommate. Hopefully his visitors wouldn't wake Otacon.

As for the 'underground' part of that announcement, he did recall a time when there had been talk of a basement, but that had been back before the building had warped itself twice. It was possible there still was one, but he wasn't going to think about that now. He already had a plan for the night, and he would rather stick to it than get distracted by the newest 'clue.'

Though for now, all he could do was wait.

Now on a full stomach, Guy felt a lot better about what laid ahead of him. It was going to be difficult to have to watch over both the emperor and his companion (though it was possible she could fight on her own), but they might just get lucky and find something of interest. He had to keep a good attitude about this.

The announcement hadn't made much sense to the swordsman, and he got the feeling that was because he hadn't been around long enough to know about most of what the man behind the intercom was referencing. He could only hope it wasn't important, except though he knew it must be. Still, if he didn't know, he didn't know, and he couldn't change that. He wasn't quite sure why both men wanted to talk to them in code, but it didn't stop him from bringing the radio and the light along with him as he headed out into the hallway.

All he could really do was wait for Peony to show up. He wasn't quite sure where the other man's room was, but it had to be somewhere nearby considering how easily they had run into each other yesterday. So he leaned himself against the wall, crossed his arms, and waited.

Momo had once again thoroughly cleaned her katana and was set for the night mission when the intercom clicked on. She listened to the announcement and sighed. So this was what Hitsugaya had meant by Special Counseling. One of the patients turned temporary enemy for the night was right in in the way of her mission and this time she had a young girl with her and Signum. She sighed again and slid the cymbal into the back of her pants and her katana into the sheet-belt at her side. She was even happier that she'd come across Kimbley this morning than she'd been earlier. She was going to need Signum properly equipped.

Stepping out into the hallway, Momo put her back to the wall after checking the small bit of the hall to the left before the wall. Sumeragi-san and Signum will hopefully be moving rapidly. They needed to move.

Christ. Brock didn't like the sound of the intercom tonight; considering how Landel was gloating, it sounded like they'd done the same experimental bs they'd done earlier with Luffy...although this time there appeared to be some kind of warning as to where these wackos would be wandering around. So long as it wasn't Luffy, they didn't care though. And listening to the description, Brock was pretty damn sure it wasn't Parker either.

Shame.

They might be weakened, but they would've loved an excuse to duke it out with their favorite neighboorhood Spider.

But of course that wouldn't be possible tonight anyway. That symbiote and its Kasady-Host are ours tonight, the symbiote hissed angrily. Young they may be, but they've gone too far to go unpunished. Oh, Brock hadn't forgotten. It was hours after the fact, but the anger was just as fresh as it was this morning. No one acted all buddy-buddy with Parker - much less in the showers, goddamit - than him, and definitely not Kasady. If they weren't going to beat in Parker's skull - figuratively speaking (they didn't want to injure him permanently after all - then they would go for the next best thing and beat in Kasady's. Literally speaking.

Brock slipped out the door as soon as it clicked open, leaving his roommate to his devices. They weren't entirely sure where Kasady's room was, but they would find out. The younger Host probably hadn't fed yet, which would be to their advantage. Licking his lips, Brock headed down the pitch-black hall, searching for that strange feel of another symbiote in the air. At night it was more difficult to pick him out, but he wasn't going to let this slide without beating the lesson of stay-the-fuck-away-from-Parker into Kasady.

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.

Another evening, another extremely quiet dinner. Jack wasn't sure what was up with his roommate, but he kind of missed having a little light conversation over his meal. Especially when it was a meal as good as steak.

After a moment of consideration, he decided not to bring his second knife with him. He certainly wasn't going to trust Luxord - the man was crazy as a loon, if hot - and while it wouldn't bother him that much if he got gutted with one of his own knives, he'd rather not lose the weapon when he already had his other knife on loan. And considering he'd slept with people before to get a chance to steal their stuff, he certainly wasn't going to put it past anyone else. The skillet, though, he did take. Most people would consider it a humiliating enough weapon that they wouldn't want it, which was stupid, but it was something to work with. It also was a lot harder to go for something that big without anyone noticing. He grabbed his flashlight, and his radio. The apron was left behind tonight as well.

There was an extra cheerful bounce to his step as he headed out. Either way, this was going to be a fun night. Hopefully Gin would have some fun without him, as well.

Armand didn't like the man's voice from the air. He sounded cruel, even when he was trying to sound nice during the day. Oh well, not that it mattered to the evil doctor if Armand liked him or not.

When the lights went out, Armand reluctantly put away his journal and pen in the desk, and grabbed a sweater and his flashlight. He slipped the sweater over his head as he entered the dark hallway. He'd run halfway down the corridor before he turned on his flashlight. There was a door to the right, he thought, at the end of the hall. He needed to get to the men's lavatory at the "end of the men's hallways." He knew of the one at the end of his block of rooms, but was there another?

So three people had been taken again tonight, but not for experimentation, it seemed. Rukia had heard people mention others being brainwashed and turned against their friends. It seemed that this was the case tonight. The last description made her think of Ichimaru, but she shook her head, ridding herself of that thought.

Double-checking to make sure she had everything she would need for the night, Rukia bid Kairi good luck and slipped quietly into the hallway. Flashlight leading the way, she padded quickly down the hallway on her way to the men's block.

This corridor looked almost the same. Still quiet, though now he noticed more people about. At least that meant he hadn't run into any monsters. He ran along the hall until he saw the door that had caused him and Dr. Birkin so much trouble. From the day now, he knew that at the end of this hall was almost a lobby with the hall to the Sun Room and Cafeteria to the left. He didn't want to go there, so this was the end of the blocks. Right? No bathroom. He must have missed something.

Armand backtracked until he found another door that opened easily.

Jade was quick to search around the room for anything else that could be of use. The most useful items he was able to find were a small radio, and afterwards a piece of fontech that shone light whenever the switch was flicked. Part of him knew better than to not invite his roommate for a bit of searching, but having another with him for tonight would ultimately slow him down.

"I suppose this is where we part ways for the night," He was on his feet, looking over his shoulder at Riddick with his usual smile.

"Look on the bright side, if either one of us dies I’m sure they’ll assign us a weaker roommate to take advantage of. After all, gathering anything of value is best done when you have someone else to do it for you."

And with that he opened the door and left without another word.

[To here.]

Takaya sneered at the comments the man over the intercom made. He was filled with the desire to do something, mostly punch that stupid, fucking doctor's head in, but he'd settle for just being useful for a change.

He put together a few things to take, pen, notebook and the thicker soled shoes, and then waited. He wouldn't leave without Naoe. Or Lee, should the other boy want to come too.

[From here.]

Shining the flashlight around the corner, Rukia didn't see any other patients around, which was fine with her at the moment. She wanted to get to Colonel Mustang quickly, and hopefully Renji wouldn't take too long to meet her...

Jogging along quietly, she continued on.

[From here.]

Still no sign of any patients or monsters, and no word from the radio man yet. Turning right, Rukia continued on around to the first M-Block.

[From here.]

Rounding the corner by the nurse's station, Rukia shined her flashlight around and went through the door to the first M-Block.

[From here.]

The hallways were eerily silent tonight; Rukia just hoped she was moving quickly, and that something more sinister wasn't going on. Passing by the first few hallways, Rukia turned right when she saw M10.

[From here.]

Almost there.

By now, Rukia was familiar with the way the patients' hallways were laid out. She headed straight to the end of the hallway, shining her flashlight on the door to M1 just to make sure she had the right place.

[Going here.]

[[ from here. ]]

Just a bit further now, just a bit further into the woods before the wolf would pounce on her. At least he wouldn't be wearing her grandmother's clothes this time. That ruse was always so irritating, not to mention amateur of a skilled assassin.

But wolves had never been proper assassins anyway. The steel blade was pointed and flew.

[[ from here. ]]

The door opened for her, her hands needing only to coax it gently as it creeked and allowed her entry. River entered the room, a wide-eyed girl wandering in the darkness, entering the castle of a vicious lord with innocence and white robes draped about her small, thin form. But even through the mist, the trained eye would see the illusion.

The figure was merely a sword, finely crafted and dressed up to look like a simple girl. It was a play, and the actors would soon reveal themselves to be just that. With every sense honed to the sounds and the essence of the expansive Sun Room, River gently shut the door behind her and began to skip forward, eyes on the ground but aware of so much more. She sang a tune softly to herself as she danced further into the darkness of the arena.

"Night's come again. Two by two, dancing in blue." The haunting, sing-song melody of her voice pierced the otherwise perfectly silent air as she waited.

Ashe couldn't deny that she was a least a little relieved when the lights went out and the doors slowly groaned as they unlatched and opened. The transmitted and flashlight would of course be needed if she were to progress efficiently in her exploration of this institution; apparently, an entirely new level and a few choice foes had been selected for them tonight, if Cliff's testimony about monsters was to be believed.

Wondering if her roommate knew the ropes just yet, the princess halted at the door as she'd been ready to brave the halls and had managed to forget her probably less-than-capable companion. Turning back to look for Nadine, she awaited the other woman's reaction.

[From here.]

By now the Colonel was just surprised.

From everything he'd heard earlier that day, he was expecting monsters to pop out of every orifice of this Institute. Instead, it remained all but blissfully quiet, and in a way it was a big disappointment. Though as they say, knock on wood or he'd regret what he just said (or thought). Yet the silence gave him time to think, a small bit of time to contemplate to himself without the loud chatter of other patients around him.

By then he was venturing in territory that left him alert despite whatever bit of introspection came to mind. Eventually, Jade chose to hug the wall, fingers pressing lightly against the cold surface as he continued along his way.

[To here.]

[[from here]]

The feeling was strong.  There was something out there.  And as he neared the Sun Room, it was even stronger.  It felt like an Akuma, but he couldn't be sure, not in this place.  As much as he didn't want to wait around here, he had to meet Emily.  He couldn't help thinking that they should have picked a safer place.  He'd never been very good at planning things though.  He just had to take things as they came, one at a time. 

He leaned against the wall with a sigh and settled in to wait, moving his flashlight up and down the hall just to be sure nothing was coming after him.

[From here.]

It was around that time when Jade's pace slowed considerably, almost to that of a snail's. Even though it involved a woman of some sort, he was certain that he'd have more than enough time to dwell between the halls while still making it back before his Majesty reached his own destination. He walked the halls with more ease than he held moments before, swinging his fontech back and forth as he wandered along.

The rail caught his attention almost instantly, and Jade found himself looking over the edge in practically no time. Even at this height he was able to make out the shapes of chairs and couches that lined the Sun Room's floor. This area seemed to awaken some nostalgia inside him, reminding him of the very bridge that overlooked the first floor of the Cathedral back in Daath. If he remembered correctly, it was where Luke came to him after seeking whatever moral support he could squeeze out of his allies. Life was more hectic back then, and they were facing dilemmas that no person could keep to their own.

Jade chuckled at those memories, letting himself relax in the darkness.

[To here.]

(With a click, all the radios turned on at once, and the familiar scratching voice of the DJ came on. There was no music tonight.)

Welcome, welcome all my little cats and canaries. It's time again for Jack's nightly show, listen up and listen up good. The piper is leading you to your dooms. The tombs are no place for you, not now. Would you scale Olympus with a single rope? Would you challenge Zeus with a pocket knife? Storm the gates of Hades with an air rifle?

If you value your life, my fair-weather friends, you will gather your strength before descending into hell. The boy scouts had it right: always be prepared.

Let me help prepare you.

I offer you what aide I can. No one found that fire-spitting demon of death I left last night. Such a pity, you were so close. I've moved it, you know. It's gone where it's cold, where it's fires are dormant. The demon of hard fire sleeps in the snow. It's children sleep with it.

For those of you with poor memories who need to see what's before you, I offer you this: A polar box, equipped in full, to help you remember those tricky little visions. Look for it among the stacks.

And now a simple reward, one I know so many of you crave. I, too long for that sweet inhalation, that orgasmic exhalation.... Oh how delicious it is. What is a man without his vice? But such a pity. They really shouldn't be kept where they could get so wet. Better hurry, if you want them.

I am tired of warning you. You do as you will, you run willy-nilly across the lands of the damned, never watching where you step. You will fall if you don't rein in, and if you fall here, you never get up.

Take my gifts and use them well. You'll need them, if you head down to hell.

Peace out my friends, I have much to do this night. I'll be in touch. See you on the flip side.

Jack out.

(The radios went silent.)

[From here.]

Maybe lingering near the railing wasn't such a good idea after all.

It had taken a little while, but by the time he was ready to leave there he could feel something heavy dropping onto his chest without warning. His mind wandered then, trying to come up with a logical explanation for this.

"Is it-" No, it was different from a fon slot seal, yet it stubbornly clung to him anyway. Jade's eyes narrowed as he attempted to disperse it, but it came to no avail. In the end, he found himself shaking his head, feeling it was best not to dwell any longer than he needed to. The Colonel went back to his search, finding the Janitor's Closet without much difficulty. It was to be expected that said room would be locked, though the lock itself appeared to be relatively old. Maybe it was a good time as any to see the extent of his fonic arte abilities, if he had any remaining anyway.

Jade made sure he had enough space, raising his arm to his chest like he always did when he opened his fon slots to cast his artes. Except the differences were more than obvious; gathering enough fonons took much longer than it usually did, and Jade found himself forcing all his concentration to continue forth the simple task bundle them together into something sufficient.

After a minute the lock finally began to glow, and with a bright flash it was blown right off.

[To here.]

[From here.]

The amount of fatigue he suffered was something he genuinely wasn't expecting. Right after he cast the fonic arte, Jade found himself stumbling forward, body crumpling in front of the door. Sweat ran down his brow and his gasps were ragged and uneven. The feeling wasn't entirely pleasant, and for the first time since his stay cold realization sunk in that the urgency of their situation was far greater than he originally assumed.

He took the time to rest, hand grasped into a loose grip around the knob while his forehead remained on the surface to leech whatever coldness emitted from it. The feeling would take a bit of getting used to, but it wasn't long before he staggered back to his feet. This certainly made for an interesting change in his battle tactics, and so finding a weapon was almost a necessity.

Fortunately, the closet revealed many items that'd soon prove useful in his arsenal, especially the mop he saw near the entrance. Jade let his fingers run along the surface with a hint of a smile creeping up the corners of his lips. Yes, this would do nicely.

There was also a long pipe near the end that caught his eye. He looked between the two objects before shrugging lightly. One could never have too many back-ups, after all. Part of him was somewhat unsure if it were wise to test the contamination effect so soon, but he was running late already. Something as heavy as the pipe would be as good of a trump card as any, and so after making a grab for it he concentrated hard to break up the matter and form it around his arm.

As expected, Jade dropped to one knee, though he didn't feel as weak as he had been, just... heavier. It took a little more effort to lift his arm, but it was bearable in the end. Still, he thought it wise to rest just incase, standing only after he was certain he was ready.

[To here.]

... you might meet your maker.

Those words hung in Ashton's head as he began to do his stretches. Underground, huh...? Meet your maker..? Even Ashton was beginning to wonder what those words meant, and Ashton had never really been one for symbolism in words. Actions, yeah, not so much words.

How could they even get underground!?

The radio man hadn't come on yet tonight to respond in equally confusing code, but Ashton would be listening for it. He hadn't really taken his radio around these last couple nights - he hadn't felt like wearing his coat for pockets, and he'd had swords in his hands the last couple of nights, which lay on his bed, a few specks of the fake River's blood still coloring them red.

So Ashton mentally prepared himself for the night's events as he bent down to wrap his arms around his thighs, straightening his knees out. His chest neared his thighs until he it almost looked like his body was folded over. It was always a good thing to stay limber, and Ashton always made sure to stretch before beginning potentially strenuous activity! Safety first - otherwise, pulled muscles. Which were no fun at allll.

Dias would probably show up first, right..? He was the closest, after all. And then Lust and her.. friend. Axel had already left for the night, so he was alone in his room. Hopefully their smithery plan would work out, and they could try it tomorrow..

And so he waited.

_{[from here]}

Aidou paused for the second time that night, listening half-heartedly to the radio announcement. The volume was painfully low, so that it didn't attract any unwanted attention. None of it interested him, even as the riddles came easily enough. None of it was useful to him. So far nothing the monkey on the radio had offered had caught his eye, and he doubted that would change.

Stepping into the stairwell, he glanced to the floor. He was willing to bet the other three stairwells on this floor were the same - no stairs leading to the basement, and no stairs leading past the second floor.

So where were the access points? It was a good question.

Night again. Lyta had slipped into a routine already. She gathered up her syringes and took a deep breath. The intercom and radio were actually giving potentially useful information tonight.

So down is where we want to go, she thought to herself. Down it was, then. She'd lost a great deal of her fear, after last night. Death wasn't exactly something that scared her. Not after what she'd seen, what she'd done, what she'd been....

But she still didn't exactly want to die in this place. She wasn't going to, if she could help it. And neither would anyone she'd hooked herself up with.

She opened her door, not wanting to waste time. She doubted Fox would come by tonight. She'd sent her mind out for his sister and felt nothing, but what could she do? She just hoped Envy was well enough for an outing....

After Allen left, Sasuke had decided to run through kata; if nothing else, it could be a warm-up to whatever was left of the night. Simple kata: nothing that required much movement (he had limited space), speeding it up with each repetition until hands and feet were nearly blurs.

It should have been calming, really -- but an oppressive sense of something made it impossible to even come close to relaxing. It wasn't the usual ominous air this place had at night. There was something more directed about it, as if it had a solid source.

Another patient? It felt almost like chakra, but not quite.

Whatever it was, it made it increasingly difficult to resist the urge to activate his foiled Sharingan and ensure that some kind of chakra-beast wasn't about to fill his room and smother him. That wasn't chakra, it wasn't threatening Sasuke, and the last thing he could afford was the slow drain of the doujutsu, extended limit or not.

The man on the radio and the... Head Doctor, Celes supposed, had finished their tired arguments and left Celes considering her options. First and foremost, she would be waiting for Larsa and his companion. Still, her curiosity ran thickest when the man on the radio said something about a fire monster.

Asleep, in ice... Well, certainly she had an idea, and the blonde woman ran her fingers through her hair, considering her options. There was also this thin, green-tressed girl to think about. Hmm. The General settled herself at her desk, legs crossed at the ankles, flashlight up-ended on her desk for light.

Hopefully, the wait would not be long.

Yuber had gotten the items from Cloud previously, before the shorter blonde had disappeared back in the hallways. Where ever they had gone was of no matter to the knight considering he had received what he needed, and if he was trusted enough with these potential weapons Yuber wasn't certain if he should consider this Cloud to be a fool yet or not. Yet again that would depend on just how inventive Usopp could be with what was provided. It would be interesting to say the least.

Toying with the few long blades in his possession, Yuber remained casually sprawled out on his mattress as the radio clicked off after the doctor’s announcement. If he had heard it correctly, Yuber summarised that the locations given were of some form of interest, and it left the knight wondering just what way this interest fell.

Was if towards Chaos or more towards Order?

The fact that it was now the night time lead him to believe that it was more the former than the latter, and with an amused smile pulling at his lips, Yuber elegantly pushed himself up from the bed. He stretched out his muscles before turning his attention down to his pillow, and after withdrawing the flashlight from beneath it Yuber set out with one destination in mind.

He needed to meet back up with Usopp.

Anthy spent her evening in solitude, informed that her roommate was temporarily moved.  Her anxieties about the nature of this place were left free to haunt her, wrapping about her like cold prickly tendrils against her skin, against her mind.  To relieve her nerves, she wrote a letter to Utena in the journal she found, hoping that some sort of clarity or resolution would come.

She only found more solitude by the nightfall, when the lights turned off and the head doctor's voice spoke to them.  She shuddered at the voice, at the words that sounded so vaguely malicious, and she crawled under the covers of her bed, pulling them over her head like a child hiding from thunder.  She embraced herself, wishing she wasn't so alone, and the second announcement came.

So the horror was real?  Or was she hallucinating?  She was a patient, after all; maybe she was just having the same delusions as the others.  This was the real world; horrifying things like monsters didn't exist except in allegory.  That was the academy's realm.  She'd left that.  She left it!

The doors unlocked in unison, an eerie echo of a hundred bolts' tattoo in unison.  She cringed, pushing a hand over her eyes.

Let this be a dream.

She didn't want to face the duels again.  She didn't want to face someone like Brother again.  Never.

[From Here]

He’d walked past the bathroom Usopp had introduced him to on the first night, before heading directly towards the last hallway in this particular block. It was rather fortunate that he was placed so close to his ally’s location, and he found it more of just a matter of playing a waiting game as he silently marched down the hallway.

Passing by the other rooms without too much notice, Yuber’s movements came to a stop just after halfway down the corridor as he came across M33. It took a little rearranging, but the knight managed to hold the two blades and the torch in one hand, before he neatly folded his arms across his chest. He didn’t bother with his usual tactic of simply entering into the room, but instead found himself comfortably leaning with his back up against the wall while he waited for Usopp to emerge.

The knight was only hoping that he wouldn’t be kept waiting for too long.

[From here]

The location beyond the doors was one not yet known to Xemnas, which was all the more reason for the Nobody to investigate it. After opening the door quietly, he swept his flashlight across the room. There seemed to be no immediate threat present thus far. It was on this very moment the radio decided to make its first broadcast, yet the Superior found nothing of immediate interest. He didn't knew the institute's layout well enough, after all.

Carefully stepping further inside the room while closing the door softly behind him, he took the time looking at his new surroundings. The floor was made of carpet while the walls were a shade of blue, yet they hardly held any interest. Two desks stood in front of two doors. There were more doors on the west and east side respectively, along with a single one across the one he had entered through.

He wondered what waited beyond all these doors, provided they could be opened, of course.

From here

Logan stepped into the hallway. He was sure that Parker would be fine by himself. There was no time to wait around, he had a rendezvous to keep. Moving swiftly, silently, he all but tore down the hallway.

Leon's roommate had left before he'd had a chance to speak with him - though he had seemed a little out of it, so this may have been understandable. It didn't help that the boy was currently facing away from the other bed, fiddling with the radio in his lap.

He didn't like this place. Granted, he doubted anyone liked this place, but it had done something to his group that made him feel uneasy. With so few of them there, one would assume they would try to stick together at every given opportunity, yet they had divided themselves for the nightshift. Where were Ashton and Dias going that Leon couldn't follow? Hadn't he prooved himself in dangerous situations before?

Grumbling incoherently, he tossed the radio aside and laid down on his back with his arms splayed to the side. Well let them be that way, then. If they thought him important enough to bring along, they could come and get him. He'd find out where he stood.

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It was a couple hours later, laying on his bed and trying to write in his journal but finding the work difficult with his mind so scattered, that Leon finally sat up again and growled in agitation. Still no one had come for him, and he was torn between anger and worry. Had they really just decided not to bring him along? Or had they been endangered somehow and simply couldn't reach him?

Either way, he didn't think he could stay in this room any longer. He had to get out and see what was going on. His book wasn't finished, but there might be enough just to work a few spells if he had to, granted this place even allowed him that. He would go out and look for his friends.

And if they were perfectly fine he was going to beat them up himself.

[out to the hall]