The Head Doctor gave a very exaggerated yawn as the intercom's jingle sounded.

"Mmmmm! I do think it's time for bed, don't you all agree? Yes, yes, today has been a very long day in terms of administration, so..."

He yawned again.

"Deary me, I suppose I should go home, then, shouldn't I? Home to the wife perhaps? Hahaha – I don't think I'll be talking about my personal life just yet.

"In any case, I... really am quite exhausted, so I bid you all farewell. Good night!"

The intercom clicked off.

The intercom came off with the slow sound of static, sinister and foreboding and–

...Was that the sound of the Head Doctor snoring?

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The intercom's silence had been annoying at best. Renamon shook her head, moving around the room to free the items she needed. The case with its assortment of weapons and items, her notebook, Badou's transcripts. She placed these around her so they would be within reach and tried to gain some focus in her mind.

Tonight she needed to speak with Jiraiya--make sure they were on the same page, check in on him, and ask him a favor. She needed to copy all of the transcripts, and then put her notes in order so she could more easily judge what she did and didn't know. And so the Digimon had no time for faltering. No time for any weakness of self.

A fear was ever-present in her mind from earlier. Renamon did her best not to acknowledge it.

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Sanzo jerked awake, cheek pressed against the floor. The monk immediately went for the gun. He hadn't gone to sleep that last shift, not while he hadn't made a decision about Takasugi. What the fuck? Had they drugged the food? He was curled on the floor - and he definitely wasn't in that cell any longer - his fingers around the Smith & Wesson. Sanzo pushed himself up.

He flicked the flashlight on, and looked around. An island in the middle, pots and pans above, a familiar metal door. What the hell was he doing in the kitchen?

Sanzo rose, the gun scraping against the floor with the movement. Something was going on here. He'd only woken up like this once, and that'd been that time in the morgue.

What was going on here?



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...Now that was ridiculous. The guy was supposed to inspire fear, and he was sleeping? Well, that was just.... Senna shook her head, moving to the closet to switch into her Shinigami uniform quickly, and grab the wooden spear she still had.

She had no idea what Momo had meant by placing her name first, and no idea what mission they were going to do tonight, but if she got there quickly, Senna might be able to find out before the others arrived.

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Obviously she had hurried too fast. No one was even in this hallway yet, and she stared at the empty hall with a sigh. She guessed she was waiting then. At least she had arrived before the other two of her team.

Her. Hah.

Senna moved to a closeby wall, leaning against it lazily. Momo was a Shinigami. She'd be here soon. Then they'd sort out this mess. Senna watched the doorways, one hand holding her spear and the other idly playing with the red sash tied around her waist.

[chatting with Momo over here.]

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Yukari peered up and down the hallway, deciding against shining her flashlight this way and that; she didn't particularly want to attract any monstrous attention. Mentally going over the maps, she tried to remember where she was going. Ritsuka had said M35, right? So that was the next block over... she'd have to go through the West Hall, but hopefully could get through without getting attacked her first night.

M35... why did that ring a bell?

Giving a shrug, the youkai headed on her way.

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Belatedly, Yukari yawned in response to the doctor's own repose. She'd been awake for more than half the day; it was no surprise she was tired. Youkai were nocturnal, after all. But there were so many things to do, so many people to see, so many new and interesting phenomena.

Maybe she'd catch up on her sleep in a few weeks. Just sleep a month straight. Yeah, that sounded good.

Yawning again, Yukari headed onwards.

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This hallways seemed familiar. But then, they all looked the same.

Keeping an ear out for creepy-crawlies, Yukari passed the Nurse's station and came to the door to the men's block.

It was this one, right? Why did there have to be so many male rooms? Her mind wandered from the gender-imbalance to poor architectural design to a lack of signs to what room was she trying to go to again? Yawning again, Yukari considered calling the whole matter off and going back to sleep.

No, this was important. Making nice with the rescue team could come in handy later. This in mind, Yukari mentally confirmed her directions and destination then headed onwards.

Besides, if she got there early enough, maybe she could catch a few moments of shut-eye before they headed out.

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Dark. Creepy. Still empty.

A whole bunch of absolutes with no borders; even if Yukari couldn't actually perceive these factors as she would naturally, her mind still registered them. Nothing easily manipulable.

Not that it mattered, if she couldn't do anything but create her spatial gaps. Out of idle curiosity, she shone her light upon the ground and tried to expand its edge, to change the border between light and dark. She even went so far as to wave her (sad, bent) parasol at the spot of light, but there was no change. It wasn't even a strain; there simply wasn't anything there.

She hadn't expected it, but she could always hope that her situation might improve.

Shrugging, the youkai headed on.

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[Currently in M01, from here.]

Kurt exhaled loudly and suddenly when Kon sat on him. Jeez, way to knock the wind out of someone! Kurt was barely half Kon's weight, he would be crushed!

"I said I give! Give!!" He shouted, struggling to get Kon off of him. The announcement came on, though, and he looked up to listen.

He was... snoring now. Seriously, someone had to smack this guy one. He looked back up at Kon, everything a bit clearer in the dim light now. His tail slid out from under his body, and it poked Kon's leg as if to say, 'I'm being crushed here--help?'

"My powers hurting me?" he frowned. "No, but I haven't really used them. Except for that one time when I fell off the ceiling." And how embarrassing had that been? Oi, he'd never live it down. "Why? Are yours hurting you?"

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Spider came charging outside and, remembering the mist from last night, stopped talking for long enough to get through the only other door he could see. It felt wrong, this ... being cautious.

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"What fume-addled asshole of an architect designed this labyrinth of dicks?" spat Spider, nearing his destination. "If all the nurses were in my cellblock, and someone set this cellblock on fire, it would take fucking FOREVER to ..." Spider pulled open the door to the next interminable hallway. "Note to self: set this cellblock on fire."

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Spider shone his flashlight on the room numbers as he walked past them. 120, 110, 100. Christ, Sangamon had some nerve, being in farthest fuckin' room from him. Ah, there it was. M90. Spider turned down the last hallway, grinning. This was going to be a night to remember.

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At least S.T.'s room wasn't at the opposite end of the hallway. Spider was on the verge of just leaving without him as it was. Instead, he walked up to the door and knocked loudly with the butt of his flashlight.

"Hey you motherfucking sack of shit," he said, cheerfully. "Three seconds and I'm coming in after you."

...was that Landel snoring? No matter. Miles clicked on his flashlight - or thought he was. The batteries seemed dead. He cursed to himself, swapping in a fresh set. There. That would be enough light to use for changing into his suit, which he did quickly.

He put his journal and a pen in his inner pockets, then folded his pillowcase and added that, as well. It would do for a carrying bag in a pinch.

As he stepped to the closet again to retrieve his sword, he was hit with a sharp pain in the back of his head, and a rumble from the voice. It's nothing,, he thought, insistently. I've gone out with the History Club a number of times, I'll be out with people I've worked with before tonight, and everything will be fine. Now, will you please be quiet?

The worst of the pain faded a moment later, and when it did, he stepped out of his room and into the hallway.

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Miles slowed again as he entered the hallway, due to another sharp spike of pain in his head. This time, it was accompanied by a louder rumble, one that almost sounded like garbled words.

He swept the beam of his flashlight from side to side. "Now, see? Nothing - and no one - is there," he muttered, hoping that would silence the voice's insistent worry. It was starting to get both annoying and worrisome at the same time. What was making it react like this? He couldn't think of anything, and the intercom announcement hadn't indicated anything particularly worrisome, either.

He sighed and continued down the hallway, continuing to scan for anything in the shadows with each step.

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Nightshift at last. The Gambler left Not-Noah 2.0 without another word, pulling his hood over his head and making his way into the hallway. Tonight was going to be an interesting one, to say the least. Were it not for Grell and his idea of a date, Luxord might have been sleeping in as Landel was (and truly, he did not blame him. Even Nightshift was becoming repetitive, poor man).

As he made his way through the hallway, he took note of how everything felt so wonderful with his Organization uniform on. He never truly appreciated it in his own world, but now it was... comforting, he supposed. It made walking through the shadows easier as well--who would be able to spot him, shrouded in darkness as he was?

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First things first, then.

Now that she was fully dressed (in her own clothes!) and as equipped as she was going to get, Yuffie headed out into the hallways. She didn't want to dawdle, or even worse, take another nightshift-long nap; one of those was enough. Tonight, she had stuff to do - talk to (or at) Kenshin, then go off and get the metal she needed for her weapon. "Wow," she grumbled under her breath. "That sure sounds exciting."

At least she had knives. They were tiny and not the sharpest things in the world, but they made decent throwing instruments, and... and they were knives! They'd do for now. It wasn't like she'd be stuck waiting forever for a weapon, either; now that she was on Skuld's list, it was only a matter of time. Then, she could really get her act together. The unstoppable ninja Yuffie would finally be back in action!

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[M79, for Fox]

Snake turned the radio over and over in his hands, for want of anything better to do while waiting for Fox to get over here. For some reason, the snoring over the intercom had been more unnerving than an outright attack. Snake was used to his enemies talking, and talking a lot, even as they died.

He'd found out a lot of things he'd rather not have known that way.

The radio emitted a shriek of static as he switched it on - attempts to tune it revealed only more static.

Great, he thought. Would have been nice to have a little light music on while I fight off monsters.

A thought struck him. Maybe the radio was two-way? In that case, he needed to try sending a message.

Superstitiously, he tuned the radio to frequency 120.13.

"This is Snake," he said into it, in his clearest voice. "Are you listening? Your reply, please."

He stared at it for a moment, listening to the cool hiss of the static, and sighed in disgust at his own behaviour. What the hell was he thinking? Maybe he was going mad already.

He tossed it aside, and lay down on the bed, one knee up, his other leg crossed over it at the ankle, and decided to doze for a while. He had a feeling he'd need the rest.

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It was pitch black inside the bathroom and the close, damp air smelled foul. Armand thought they smelled bad enough during the day. Instinctively, he crouched down low and moved toward where he thought the sinks were, groping in the darkness for the pipes. Every sound he made was magnified and echoed back at him.He wouldn't be able to easily hear if something was creeping up on him, but he did hope that obvious noises like a door opening would be noticed. He hoped.

He found some pipes and then sat while he explored their workings with his hands. Some kind of moisture was seeping into his trousers, and he tried not to imagine what it was. He needed to feel out where the joins were to loosen them. In the dark with no tools. This was beginning to seem more and more idiotic a plan.

Dinner had been refreshingly quiet after the roar of the music room- apparently Matsuda was sleeping this one out- but even with room to reflect, Depth Charge still found himself at a loss. For one thing, he hadn’t made any plans. For another, he’d dropped his slagging flashlight and bat last night. Three minor issues that, while not exactly worrying him individually, posed a far more formidable problem when put together.

Besides, he had other reasons to dislike the nightshift- like the way it always seemed to lead to thinking about things he didn’t want to think about. Like Primal, and Earth, and the fact that he’d left the entire Pit-forsaken universe for-

I bet you’d love this, X. I bet you’d fragging love it.

No. No, no, no. Not tonight. He’d just have to suck it up unless he wanted to spend the entire night alone, and that just wasn't an option. One look at that bed and Depth Charge knew he’d give himself a far worse time asleep than Martin Landel ever could awake. He left the room swiftly and silently.

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One moment Callisto had been about to head out of her room for the night, the next she was suddenly standing in front of the very doorway she'd reached the night before. She stumbled in her surprise, arms splayed out on either side of her to hold her on the wall just beside her goal. Eyes darting around, it took her a few moments to realize what had happened.

It didn't appear as though anything was going to attack out of nowhere, so she stepped back to get a good view of things again. Nothing had changed from when she'd been there last, and she figured she'd best hurry if she didn't want a repeat of what had occurred before.

"What's this, Landel?" she murmured to the near-empty room. "Playing around with me again?" No more waiting. She moved toward the massive doors and they opened under her touch.

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Goosebumps were already starting to form on his hands and neck as he stepped into the walk-in.

Sanzo paused, glancing around. So far it looked clear, but he couldn't be absolutely certain. He pulled the door shut until the latch clicked behind him. At least he could control that entry. He wouldn't have a repeat of last night, with one of the creatures coming up behind him.

He moved further in, coming up to the basement entrance, and knelt. There wasn't any sign that the tile entry to the basement had been disturbed. Judging from the lack of activity back in the kitchen or the Sun Room, there wasn't anyone out yet.

Sanzo breathed out, mist ghosting in the air, as he groped around for the edge of the tile.



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Even when he shut the door behind him as he stepped into the still deserted hallway, Tyki didn't really know what to do for tonight. Going after Miss Shinigami again could have been something interesting to do, considering their fight hadn't gotten much further than getting scorched by some spell she did. She was still very much alive. Maybe Signum had succeeded in a sense, though killing her had been fun enough. It had been some time since he had enjoyed some proper killing after all.

But maybe it'd be more entertaining to bother her another time, when the death of Lady Knight had sunk in properly. That, and the Noah simply couldn't be bothered with searching the whole building anyway.

Tonight, he decided, was going to be free of things he had to do. Because obligations were usually quite the pain, and the Millennium Earl wasn't here to give him orders anyway.

Now, what to do? Maybe he should go and see what's in the basement. Hopefully, it'd be something entertaining.

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Along with giving him an idea for a good cover story, Scourge's conversation with the soldier-human on the bulletin board had made the tracker stop and think about his place in the Decepticon hierarchy. More specifically, the fact that he didn't have one. Galvatron wasn't here anymore, there was no one who he was obligated to by virtue of creation. He was a free agent for the first time in his life, and it wasn't as scary as he thought it'd be.

Lugnut and Blitzwing probably wouldn't be too happy with him thinking like this, but who cared? They were both crazy, Blitzwing random and Lugnut stubborn, and without a stabilizing Cyclonus-like influence Scourge suspected they wouldn't get very far. Better to get himself a better footing with someone saner and just give lip service to "mighty Megatron" when it was convenient.

In the meantime, Scourge had to see a Superboy about a virginity. What exactly that would entail he wasn't really sure, but it sounded a lot more fun than raiding the kitchen with pointless idiots who seemed to be liking him less and less as things went on.

The tracker took out the wooden cooking spoon he'd found last night, set it on the floor with his foot on the scoop end, and yanked upwards. The spoon cracked and left him with a long rod with a dangerously pointy and splintered end that would probably at least distract anything with a squishy place to stick it in. Better than nothing. The makeshift wooden shiv went in one pocket, the flashlight in the other--with his eyes he wouldn't need it for anything but small details and it would be easier to hide in the dark. The handle of the pan went in his hand and the tracker cautiously went out into the hallway. Let him be a force to be reckoned with.

Or at least one that made the other guy look like a tastier option.

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It seemed to be pretty early, because so far Tyki had yet to run into other patients. Pretty odd, considering most people knew him as the last person to be early in the first place.

He lazily swept his flashlight around the area before taking the time to light a cigarette. His first one for tonight, which for some odd miracle he hadn't lit as soon as the nurse had left. They weren't exactly a luxury in this place. But with the seemingly endless string of hallways to look forward to, the Noah needed something entertaining along the way. Cigarettes would suffice for now.

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