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Nightshift 27: M1-M40 block hallway

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Recluse turned the corner into the cell block hallway, still internally ranting about Landel. He was used to being the one in control of people like that infuriating doctor. There was a whole recruitment program for 'Mad Scientists' in Arachnos.

The vast majority of them ended up being killed by their on projects. Often in quite amusing, bloody, agonizing ways. That one little thought made everything seem just a little bit better.

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"Funny how little Americans seem to be in this American hospital," Harry pointed out dryly. He looked around, trying to catch sight of any of the people he was supposed to meet. He hoped this was the right place. Hawkeye had said to meet outside of the bathrooms and those were close by.

He didn't know the person that Javert was waiting for, but it was possible he had spoken to him on the bulletin board, only a few people had given away their names on that thing.

Harry had no idea what the plans were for him tonight and he was getting nervous waiting. He wanted to be doing something, but he had told Fai and Hawkeye he would wait and he didn't want to face Snape if he left without him.

Javert snorted in amusement at that. "Indeed. Of the patients I've met, only one is an American - and she doesn't even come from this America." He paused, then mused, "It's mind-boggling how many worlds the patients here hail from. I would have hardly believed they all existed if I'd heard of them a mere week ago."

Then again, a mere week ago - yes, it would have been a week by now, wouldn't it? - he'd been doing a spectacularly bad job of spying on a bunch of schoolboys (and he'd had to wonder what Gisquet was thinking, sending a man almost physically incapable of lying to do a job like that). He probably wouldn't have cared about other worlds if he had been told.

He supposed he should be thankful that Harry hadn't seemed to recognize his name. Apparently quite a lot of people in the future did.

Harry nodded at that. All this talk of other worlds could give him a headache. He knew that he had described the Muggle and Wizarding worlds like that to Javert but that had only been because there was little other way to describe it without telling a man from the 1800s that he was a wizard.

"Everyone I've talked to as either been from the UK or Japan," Harry pointed out. "And France now," he added, nodding at Javert. Admittedly most of the people he had spoke to had been over the bulletin board, in person he had mostly been interacting with people he knew from before. "Though I didn't think to ask my roommate where he was from..."

"I've spoken to someone from the German Confederation - if it's still called that - but aside from Faust, I haven't encountered anyone outside of the countries you mentioned."

Javert frowned thoughtfully. "Except for Reynolds - he was my first roommate. He claimed to come from centuries in the future - apparently he wasn't from Earth at all." He had thought the man mad, of course. In retrospect, perhaps Reynolds hadn't been entirely insane after all - but even if he had still been here, Javert probably wouldn't have apologized. Finding ways to annoy Reynolds had been rather amusing.

"He vanished two days after I arrived," he said after a moment. "No-one knows what happened to him. The nurses claim he was discharged; I believe he was killed."

Harry frowned at that. He didn't like the sound of it at all. His fingers clenched against his flashlight and his jaw tightened. He looked around again, looking for some sign of Snape.

"But I thought this place could bring people back from the dead," he said as he thought about his Potions Master. "Why wouldn't they have just brought your roommate back?" He asked the question but there wasn't any fear in his voice. He was nervous, but death didn't scare him. He had faced death before.

Javert nodded. "They can. I would know." He didn't bother elaborating; he'd already done so enough times today.

"I'm sure they had their own reasons for not bringing him back; all I know is that he was gone one day and there was someone else in my room the next. I haven't seen him recently, either." A brief smirk. "I suppose I'm just bad luck to be around.

"At any rate, these halls are dangerous at night - that much is undeniable." Javert looked questioningly at Harry. "Have you found a weapon yet?"

Harry shook his head, his thoughts once again resting on his missing wand. "No, I just arrived this morning. Most of the stuff I've found out I found on on the public notice board. Hawkeye mentioned that the flashlights are pretty sturdy if it comes to that."

Honestly, Harry didn't think a flashlight would be much use against a dementor or some of the other monsters that he had been told about that day.

Javert frowned slightly, recalling the encounter he'd had in the Sun Room two nights ago. "Flashlights aren't much use against ghosts that can lacerate victims with a mere touch," he said darkly, glancing down at the scars that still crisscrossed his arms.

Leaning down, he rummaged through his pillowcase and came up with the box-cutter he'd obtained last night, offering it to Harry. "Neither is this, but I daresay it would work better than breaking your flashlight. Assuming, of course, that the creature you encounter can be hurt. Some of the ones I've read about have weak spots penetrable only by something sharp."

The beam of a flashlight came looming out of the Stygian gloom, a disgruntled 'Englishman' at its source. Yes, there he was. Javert was talking to some teenager, and...giving his box-cutter to him?! Was the Inspector insane? Wait. Stupid question.

"Good evening, Inspector," Trevelyan said, and nodded to the teenager. He hadn't met the boy before, but then again, he hadn't met a large portion of the population here.

His own flashlight was beginning to die - this was what, his fourth night here? The batteries were in the improvised sack slung over his shoulder, as were the rest of the essentials: burn cream and morphine tablets. The steak knife, his only real weapon, was clutched in the same hand as his flashlight.

Harry took the box-cutter with thanks, and was about to ask if Javert was sure he could part with the weapon when the new face appeared. He must have been who the man was waiting for, especially since he greeted Javert in such a way. He nodded back at the man and looked around, spotting a woman that vaguely resembled the description that Hawkeye had given him and Fai on the bulletin board.

"I think we've both found the people we were supposed to meet up with," Harry told Javert. "Thank you again for the box cutter. Good luck tonight." Then with a polite nod of the head he walked over to the woman.

[skipping down a few threads to meet Hawkeye]

Javert nodded briefly as Harry left, then turned to Trevelyan, one eyebrow raised.

"You're late," was all he said as he retrieved his pillowcase and bat from the floor.

"Fashionably late," Trevelyan corrected. "So I suppose we go and retrieve our third member, the young lady, from here? Lead the way."

Javert nodded. It appeared Harry had found his own group nearby; there was nothing else to be accomplished here.

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