[From here]

"Fierfek," 622 cursed softly as he stepped through the door, sighing. There wasn't any reason to try and hold the door to head back, it wouldn't help them. Instead of a corridor, they'd just stepped through into one of the doctor's offices. It was better than being dropped right into a crowd of hostiles, that was for sure, but still, it meant that no matter where they went, so long as there was a door they had to go through, they were hopelessly lost.

"I'm not sure if this makes me more credibly sane and competent or less so."

[from here]

The sickening feeling, the small bit of head-spinning and Brook was able to take things in. He might start getting used to the weird sensation sooner or later depending on how many times they kept playing chance with the doorways. This time though, Brook found himself more interested in the area they'd found themselves in than in making himself feel better. After all, it was rather difficult to ignore the strong scent of... was that soap? Whatever it was, it was much more pleasant a thing than Brook had expected for travel within the institute.

In looking around further though, Brook found the place to be degrees larger than a mere room. There was the door, naturally, but also a number of windows, which he got a great glimpse of as a flash of lightning illuminated the place. And it was a place! What looked like a little store, closed up for the night, only it seemed rather rundown for a store. Perhaps an abandoned one? But a better question still: was there something like this inside the building? Not that Brook could recall.

"Well I did say adventure, didn't I? Yohohoho!" Brook laughed, although he felt a bit more uneasy now. If this wasn't Landel's, then... where was it? And did he really want to know?

[From here]

"...What?"

The door slammed shut behind them and locked with a rather distinctive click. The Doctor glanced back at the door—which was very different on this side than it had been on that side—but it wasn't the slam or the door that ended up grabbing the Doctor's attention. There was a loud rumbling that did not, he was quite positive, have anything to do with the thunder that they would have heard more clearly outside. Nor was it a sound that would have come from any construction work, had he and Dean stumbled across it. No, this was different.

"What?"

Following that hall, they should have exited the building into the field. It should led have outside, should have been raining. But in here—inside here—well... that definitely wasn't rain.

Not rainwater, at least. It rather appeared to be raining boulders in the room.

"What."

Well, this was less exciting than he'd hoped for. HK examined the empty office, even the ceiling, hoping that something would jump out and make life more interesting. "Observation: It seems these jumps are truly random." And... lacking in inspiration. I was hoping for targets!

[ From here. ]

One moment Haseo was stepping through what should have been an entirely innocent doorway, rushed by the urgency of tasks to be done and people to be avoided. In the next, he suddenly found himself with his bearings swept out from underneath him- just a second or two of confusion, maybe, but just enough to cause him to over-correct for a stumble he hadn't taken as he half-slid into the next room.

"What the...?" he started, mildly annoyed. The feeling strongly resembled something else, except that regardless of his appearance this wasn't 'The World', and this time there was no Sign or other awry gating method to explain the anomaly. Preoccupied by his confusion, Haseo didn't even notice the really troubling difference at first.

Unfortunately, that didn't last long. The entry room was a reasonably large area, but nowhere near the space of the one they were in now. Silently, Haseo aimed his flashlight into the darkness, feeling odd as it landed on the shapes of long tables that definitely didn't go where he'd meant to enter.

"Uh, this is the cafeteria, right...?" he asked, sounding equal parts surprised and irritated.

[portaled from here]

Without questioning why Zero had bothered to move ahead of them in the first place, Heat instantly took up the lead again when asked. He opened the door he was shown to, stepping inside... to find himself in a room with several strange machines and a weird odor - some sort of odd chemical and fabric?

The shift had been disorienting, and that put him on edge. Walking through a doorway shouldn't create such a detached feeling. And oddly enough, looking back at the door, it didn't look quite like the one he'd just opened. Or perhaps that was just a trick of the lighting.

He didn't understand where this was, why Zero would lead him here or why this girl would be kept there, but his job wasn't to ask questions. It was possible that these box-like devices were cells of some sort. A small girl might be able to fit inside of one easily. They'd just have to search each one until they found the one they were looking for. The demon glanced back to his leader for further instructions.

"Sir?"

[From here.]

Again, that strange, displaced feeling assaulted him, and Zero had to shut his eyes for a moment after crossing the threshold of whatever room they found themselves in this time. He had hoped that the door he'd just passed through would take him back to the hall he and his group had just left, but judging by the sudden increased volume of the rain outside...

He opened his eyes again and nearly cursed. Not the hall. Instead, he was facing the innards of some toy shop-- the one in Doyleton? How on Earth had they ended up here?

He looked back at the two men with him, grateful that his mask hid his thoroughly befuddled and increasingly worried expression from view. If the doors had at least been linked, they could have just kept checking until they found the one that led to the room where Nunnally had been taken. As things were-- was this completely random? Were the doors one way only? How could he be sure? He couldn't even get back to the first door he'd gone through!

"We must leave at once," he said to his men, keeping his voice calm through sheer force of will. A good commander never let his subordinates know how much a situation had rattled him, no matter how bizarre. "Keep moving. One of these doors will lead us to the correct destination."