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Nightshift 27: M101-M110 Hallway

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After figuring out how to open the door, Scar carefully peeked into the hallway. The hall was dark, but the former lion couldn't see anything move. Closing the door quietly behind him, he slowly moved further down the hallway while using the wall as support. He found that he could retain his balance better while having something to lean on.

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Quatre only had a little ways more to go, and then he would be at the meeting place for his friends.

He wondered if they were already there. He would hate to be the last one to the party. It wasn't as fashionable as some might be lead to believe.

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Byakuya strode down the hall quickly, seeing little of interest about.

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Zelgadis heard the announcement, then the click of the door unlocking. It seemed like it was the time to get to the bottom of this madness. Since he hard nowhere else to go, he might as well head down to the kitchens.

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Naoto had found his flashlight before the lights went out, gratefully, as well as the overly large coat in the closet--he pulled that on, not used to the lack of weight from some sort of coat. He also took a few pens and the notebook with him, tucked into one of the coat's pockets.

The hallway was dark, and the flashlight illuminated a bare patch of floor in front of Naoto's feet. He started toward the main hallway, following Naoya's map.

[Coming from here.]

Turning down a final hall filled woth doors that led off into individual rooms, Daemon assumed, he slowed his pace, feeling his way along, before he finally stopped outside the door where he could feel his father's presence inside.

Lips quirking faintly, he cast a glance up and down the hall to either side of him before lifting his hand to knock.

Taking Daemon's advice to heart, Saetan had retrieved the flashlight from under the pillow when the lights had gone out. Then without turning it on, he'd gotten a coat from the wardrobe mostly by feel. Coats had pockets and were made of sturdier cloth than these soft, gray garments.

More by instinct than from hearing anything specific, he sensed Daemon was outside and opened the door. Not too quickly he hoped when he saw the knuckles poised to rap against it. "Thank you for coming so quickly," he said in a low voice. At the last minute he went back to pull the journal and a few pens out of the desk and put them in his coat pocket. "I believe I'm ready now."

Daemon leaned against the door frame as he waited for his father to gather his things. "Do you have all the useful equipment you could find?" he asked, noting his father had picked up the pens. He inclined his head towards them. "Those seem to be River's favorite mode of weaponry here," he chuckled. "They work wonders as projectiles and for stabbing things, apparently."

"They seem versatile," he said. He looked back at the room. "I didn't get that long to look. I'd much rather have a cane than a weapon at this point."

Saetan didn't want to dismiss the advice, but he was more anxious to see what they were facing and judge from there than loading himself down with odds and ends. "I think I'll manage with what I have. Where are we meeting your friends?"

"Back down this hallway and near the bathroom outside my own hallway. Since I was finding you and Ren was finding his companion, and River was finding all of us, we figured that was the easiest place to meet, since that was where we all first met to begin with," Daemon explained.

He straightened with an easy grace, hands tucked casually in his pockets as he stepped back, leaving room for his father to exit into the hall, switching his own flashlight back on to illuminate the way.

"If you're ready, we can head back that way."

Saetan slipped into the hallway, coattail swishing slightly behind him. He could be as quick and graceful as his son if he wanted to be. He studied the long corridor with identical row of doors, some open, some still firmly closed, in the light cast by Daemon's flashlight. "I don't see any reason to use both lights all the time," he commented. No, he wasn't asking permission, but if Daemon had a good counter-argument he'd consider it.

The lack of noise disturbed him, almost more than in the day. He was sure it was noisier elsewhere, but it was eerily quiet here. He kept his flashlight gripped as a potentional cudgel. He could barely seen the end of the hallway in the distance. "There are more people here than I originally thought. As you lead the way, why don't you tell me where your room is." The story of how he'd met River and the others, he'd get out of him eventually. Having Deamon by his side, while not fostering over-confidence, did give him a strong sense that Dr. Landel and his staff had no idea what they'd taken on in letting two who wore the Black work together, even hampered by unknown forces.

Daemon switched his light back off once more, not minding and not disagreeing with his father's logic. "It's this way," he answered, motioning back down the hall he'd come up a few moments earlier. "There seem to be four sections of dorms all like this one. Three male and one female, from what I can tell of the room numbers. They've brought more men than women - why, I'm not sure. Although I've come across no other society like ours. Most seem to come from male dominated societies, although there's one here that understood the concept of protocol, even if it is not common thinking where he is from."

Moving down the hall, he glanced at the room numbers as they passed. "Your room was M103, I glanced at it before I knocked. My own room is M2. I've not been able to find any rhyme or reason that they put people where they do. Maybe it's random. My roommate has proven to be... interesting. But at least he was friendly. What about yours?"

Just to move down the hallway at a normal pace was better than being carefully herded by a nurse. He kepts his strides even, feeling carefully for any strain in his leg muscles. So far so good. "Well, if the kidnappers consider society to be male-dominated, I can see why they'd choose more males."

He waved his fingers dismissively back toward his room. "That young man seemed more puzzled than I am. Newer perhaps? That seems unlikely but possible. He never said so clearly, but I believe he thought I was someone or something else."

"Do the people you've met seem to be leaders or rulers from their homes?"

[Moving out into the next hall here.]

With one last mighty roar, Bast turned the cornre and blinked the empty hallway. Well, this was a new place. He couldn't remember being here before. Having been so taken with crushing Muggles under his Super-Huge Slipper O' Doom, Bast hadn't been paying much attention in which direction he was headed.

Lifting his wand, Bast grinned to himself as he eyed the rows of doors. Surely there had to be something interesting here! The Head Doctor would be so pleased with him! That would get him chocolate chip waffles for breakfast for sure. With whipcream!

That thought in mind, he started down the hallway whistling to himself.

Bast made a few stops in this hallway, his pillowcase getting fuller. At M102, he sneaked out some of the poor man's pens, the rubberband, and a pair of socks. After a little thought, Rabastan kindly decided to take all of poor man's shirts and stuffed them into his roomie's pillowcase. Anything in the drawers was taken out and stuffed into the closet. After some consideratin, he snatched up Zelgadis' sheet to add to his own loot. One could never have too many. Naoto's possessions didn't fare much better, Rabastan stealing the man's sweater and putting it on. After deciding it looked wonderful on him and probably terrible on the original owner, Rabastan took all of Naoto's clothing and dressed their chair in it. Nodding to himself, Rabastan headed out into the hallway and back down towards his own block.

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