Night 29: M61-M70 Hall

[entropy-effect.livejournal.com]

Naoya was quick to gather his supplies as the voice on the intercom spoke, both calming and reassuring--but frightening all the same. After making sure he had everything he needed (which turned out to only be a flashlight), Naoya then quickly slipped into the hall and shined his light in both directions. Just to make sure nothing was there, he didn't want to take any chances tonight.

He needed to find his brother. He hadn't said a thing all day and Naoya was beyond worrying, he had heard the stories of people disappearing and-

He had to find his brother. Determined, Naoya hurried into the next hall.

[To here.]

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Outside M64

[icy-demise.livejournal.com]

SubZero left his radio behind, not wanting it to go off while he was trying to sneak around. Not that sneaking was much of an option with HK, but the other assassin was useful enough to take around with him, and he hadn't made any plans with Arlene for the night. She was too injured to be useful, anyway.

He found that he was the first one in the hallway, aside from his roommate SubZero stalked over to HK's door and knocked on it to get the assassin machine to hurry up.

Re: Outside M64

[arc-wrench.livejournal.com]

"Query: What?! ...Statement: Oh. You." HK stepped out the door, flipping a scalpel between his fingers. "Query: Any brilliant plans for tonight's scenic tour of the facility, meatbag?" See the hallways, meet interestingly deformed monstrosities, slice them to death with a medical knife. HK thought that would make a good tagline for a tourist's pamphlet.

Re: Outside M64

[icy-demise.livejournal.com]

"We're heading to the kitchen," SubZero said, not at all pleased with HK's greeting. They had been getting along so well a couple nights ago, watching Riddick attempt to beat someone.

HK was probably unhappy with him again, though SubZero wasn't entirely sure why, it wasn't like he had done anything to make him upset. Not recently, anyway.

Re: Outside M64

[arc-wrench.livejournal.com]

"Statement: Very well. Lead on, meatbag." HK didn't have too much of a reason to be angry with SubZero, but he'd only harassed one meatbag today. That didn't fill his quotas.

But he certainly wasn't going to tell the meatbag he was sorry for being irritable.

Outside M63

[notachick.livejournal.com]

As soon as the night began, Okita discarded his tray and went to the closet. He was eager to get out of the Landel's gray and into something a little more comfortable. While it may have been rude to his roommate, considering he might not have received the same benefits, Okita had to be prepared for his guests. He quickly changed into his white kimono, folding the gray uniform and putting it on the desk. It didn't take long for him to change into his Shinsengumi uniform, but once he had, his mood was significantly brighter.

Grabbing the makeshift bag and the two pillowcases he'd received, he slipped the scalpels from their hiding place and his sword from under the bed. He didn't mind if Guy knew where he stashed his gear. It was strange, but he had learned to trust his roommate far faster than anyone else here. There were things he was hiding, but so was Okita - and their mutual decision to leave well enough alone was a breath of fresh air.

Wishing Guy good luck for the evening with his plans, he stepped out into the hallway and waited for Heiji and his mysterious tagalong to appear.

Re: Outside M63

[haikudemon.livejournal.com]

Hijikata stepped outside, tucking that metal cylinder into the waistband of his pants, his new slightly splintery wooden club held ready in one hand. He shut the door behind him. Perhaps if his captors did not check, they would not immediately realize he had left.

It had not been locked, though. He wondered uneasily if they expected him to leave, and what might be waiting outside--

As he looked down the hallway, the flutter of a familiar white mountain pattern on blue caught and held his eye. Shinsengumi? Here?

Starting towards the familiarly dressed figure, he called out in a gruff voice, "What's going on?"

Re: Outside M63

[notachick.livejournal.com]

With little to do but wait, Okita had been playing with his flashlight, twirling it around in his hands. His usual supplies were in the makeshift bag sitting at his feet and he was staring absently at the wall across from him. He could hear people moving about, but until someone moved toward him, so he ignored them all.

Okita froze when he heard an impossibly familiar voice call out from the dark and he snapped around, flicking his flashlight on. The beam landed on a gray uniform, a tall form, and the face of someone who shouldn't have been in these halls.

"...Hiji...kata...san...?" It wasn't possible. Seeing him standing there with a broken wooden pole, acting as if nothing were the matter except that he was in a foreign place. Okita felt his heart stop, then begin to race as he took a step back. He'd heard rumors of creatures that took the appearance of friends and loved ones. While he didn't want to jump to conclusions, Hijikata had been gone and there was no reason for him to return. The flashlight lowered and Okita put a wary hand to the hilt of his sword. "Where have you been?"

Re: Outside M63

[haikudemon.livejournal.com]

The Shinsengumi member turned, and a bright light shone suddenly in Hijikata's face, painful to night-adapted eyes. He cursed, stepping back and raising a hand to shield his eyes-- and then the voice registered. Souji, sounding shocked, almost frightened as he said Hijikata's name. What had happened? How long had he been unconscious, if it was a surprise to Souji to see him here?

Lowering his hand, and blinking against the dazzle of afterimages that had replaced any useful vision, Hijikata shook his head. "I woke up in a room in that direction." He gestured down the hall, towards the door he'd come from. It grated, but he added, "I don't know what happened before that."

The purple and green flashes across his vision began to fade, and Hijikata squinted at Souji, registering the wary pose. He felt a lurch of sick surprise. Suspicious? Of him? He wondered for a mad moment if this was some impostor, or if the clothes were so odd he'd become unrecognizable himself. "What are you doing here, Souji? What is this place?"

[nobleman]

Guy was a little disappointed that he and Okita didn't get the chance to speak for longer, but he knew that they both had their own people to meet and things to get done. When he walked out of the room a little after his roommate, flashlight and bat in hand (and his maps stuffed in his pants, which felt just a little ridiculous), he realized that Okita was still nearby, talking to another patient.

For some reason, the conversation felt private, and so he made sure to move down the hall to give them their space. It seemed like the sort of thing Okita would have appreciated.

All he had to do was wait now. Peony would probably be out of his room soon, and they could confer until Claude and Luke showed up. Guy just hoped that Luke would be able to find his way. He had made it to Anise's room before all of them, though, so maybe he wasn't giving him enough credit.

With a sigh, he leaned against the wall, setting his bat down so that he could cross his arms over his chest.

[rappigs.livejournal.com]

Could dinner have been any more boring? Peony didn't know whether he could appeal to a nurse or something so he could get a different roommate or something like that - preferably one with breasts, or, barring that, one less drab - but somehow he doubted it. This was how the common people lived, wasn't it? Without a choice of living arrangement?

Oh.. if anything, this experience was making him that much more sympathetic with the commoners of Malkuth. Yes! This was his plight! This was a lesson.

So he had jumped up the moment the lights flicked off, grabbed the shine-tube and the meat cleaver (which was courtesy of Jade and his contamination effect - he was useful sometimes) and traipsed out the door with only a quick "Bye!" to his roommate.

"Gai~lar~di~a~," he nearly sang as he made it outside, happy to see the fresh-faced Malkuth noble for the first time today. "How's it going? It's been so long, hasn't it?"

[nobleman]

He didn't have to wait long before Peony emerged from his room, as cheerful about this as ever. While Guy understood that the new experience had to be pretty exhilarating for the emperor, it really made him wonder if there was anything that got the man down.

Then again, it wasn't like his staying positive was a bad thing. It wasn't something most people could pull off. Guy figured he was doing all right on that front.

"I guess it has, huh," he said with a quick smile as he pushed off of the wall and turned to face the other man more directly. They had spoken over the bulletin board earlier in the day, but that was hardly the same. "I've been all right -- had a pretty good day. How about you?"

[misterprince.livejournal.com]

Sanji stepped out of his room looking the happiest he had since he arrived. The obvious reasoning for this was the lit cigarette currently dangling from his lips. He'd only taken the one - the rest were to be rationed as he felt was best or until he could get his hands on another pack or so. The idea of rationing them still made him grumble inwardly, but it was much better than the alternative.

There were others in the hall, so he didn't stick around long. He didn't want to risk anyone trying to get their hands on his smokes. There weren't enough to go around. Thankfully, the room Zoro had mentioned on the bulletin board was in the hall right next to his own.

M67

[notahangedman.livejournal.com]

Busy day, busy night? Or so it seemed at least. Seishirou had pulled out his fudas when the dinner had been served. Oddly today he had been alone. No Byakko around while he nibbled on his dinner and worked on a spell. One way or another, it didn't matter to Seishirou if he had a roommate or not. The room they had shared seemed to be just a place to eat his dinner and wake up from after all.

It took longer than he would have expected; normally just a simple spell he could weave between his hands and be done with it in time to enjoy his dinner and then some. But he had been forced to resort to such simple ways that wording a spell like this caused him some trouble.

The lights went off, announcements were transmitted, doors unlocked. He calmly left his work until he could find his flashlight and continued to pop a forkful of food into his mouth every now and then while tracing the pattern in one of his fudas with some dried flakes of blood he had piled on a sheet of white paper beside his plate. He'd still be on it for a while, rhythmic chanting occasionally breaking the steady, if a slow flow of food into his mouth.

[crimson-handed.livejournal.com]

So. No hints, not even the head doctor himself on tonight. Not that he really needed hints, although it was handy when they told you where to go to find something useful ... and if everybody was headed for the same few places, it meant all the more entertainment for him.

Kimbley stretched and seized his flashlight, which had been taking some serious damage over the last few days, and a handful of pens and torn-out sheets of notebook paper. Then he slipped out into the hallway and made his way as silently as possible toward the exits - the last time he'd set foot out the door, he'd gotten himself beaten up. Twice, actually.

He'd be faster tonight.

[godhood.livejournal.com]

Light was looking somewhat irate as he left his room for the night, but since Sanji seemed to have disappeared already, there wasn't much he could do about it. He had to wonder if his roommate realized at all the kind of danger he was putting both Light and himself in, but then it was entirely possible that on his world, the connection between lung cancer and smoking hadn't been made yet. He would need to speak to him about that as soon as possible.

Until then, though, he had other things to do. Leaving his flashlight off for now, he headed down the hall as quietly as he could. The fact that he was alone for the night limited the number of things he could do, but there were still several things he could think of off the top of his head to try.

[godhood.livejournal.com]

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M61

[angels-inflight.livejournal.com]

[ from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/273735.html?thread=21583431#t21583431) ]

Naminé rounded the corner, and she looked to the room numbers on the door. She was in the right place, according to the map that she had drawn for him what seemed like ages ago. And eventually, she and Roland ended up in front of his door. M61.

She almost didn't want to open the door, but she knew she had to. It was better to know if Soma was no longer in Landels then to constantly wonder and worry. She twisted the handle and let the door swing open, poking her head into the dark, empty room.

"Soma...?"

Re: M61

[intoindra.livejournal.com]

It was to be expected. No one was there, and certainly not the silver-haired boy that Roland had been hoping for. No, it seemed like Soma was gone... especially since no boy that age could make the bed that neatly. And dinner hadn't been laid out for two, either; clearly, there was only one thing to think about the entire situation.

For now, the man remained silent, letting Namine do as she pleased for the moment. Once the truth came crashing through, then it would be a question of what to do from there.

Re: M61

[angels-inflight.livejournal.com]

There was no reply, and Naminé's light revealed only another man who was sleeping on the bed. She wasn't desperate enough to disturb him for the whereabouts of her friend, but she did study his face for a moment to burn it in her memory.

Tomorrow. She'd ask this man tomorrow.

"He's not here," She announced, knowing it was obvious and closing the door behind her as she stepped back out into the hall. It took awhile for the words to sink in.

This was the third time.

"I guess... I guess it can't be helped," Naminé mumbled quietly, trying to keep herself composed.

[wantsyourzex.livejournal.com]

ZEX was in a somewhat difficult situation.

On one hand, wandering the halls at night was exceedingly dangerous, and the only real safe place to stay would be his own room, as Daemon had helpfully informed him the previous night. On the other hand, staying in one place and doing what the nurses told him wouldn't get him any closer to escaping, and ZEX did want to escape.

He didn't have much choice, but he vowed to be as careful as he could possibly be. Venturing too far would leave him vulnerable, and if he was lucky he'd find some others to travel with... if he could find some hint, some information on even where or when he was, that would help him immeasurably. Even how they managed to change him from one body to another, that would have been fine...

Carefully, ZEX made his way out into the hallway, checking each direction periodically to make sure no creatures were coming after him. There was no harm in taking things slowly for now... as he got more accustomed to his human body, perhaps more able to defend himself, he'd be less cautious, but for now...

Slow and steady.

[wantsyourzex.livejournal.com]

[requiemforasoul.livejournal.com]

Siegfried left his room some time after the man on the radio – Alec? – spoke for the second time that night. It sounded as though the man had set himself up in the library, if what he said was true. Siegfried was more inclined to trust the radio man than the Head Doctor, but it was very clear that the two of them had once worked together and it made him wonder whether either of them deserved any trust. Perhaps they were as bad as each other, and the radio man had merely not shown that side yet?

Siegfried passed the others in the hallway, and continued on to the exit of the block.

[requiemforasoul.livejournal.com]

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[charredashes.livejournal.com]

Finally.

It seemed to take forever before he could continue on his way, but at least that was over with. Asch wasn't entirely sure what to expect when it came to meeting with Guy and Claude, although he doubted it would take that much time.

After all, this was nothing more than a 'let's see who is and isn't here' type of thing, right? Once he met with the two blond's, he could vouch for Tear and Anise since he had seen the two girls, and then he'd be free to continue elsewhere by himself. Hopefully there'd still be time to accomplish something before nights end.

[charredashes.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, it wasn't long before Asch realized something wasn't right. Even with the limited lighting the flashlight provided, it was clear that neither Claude nor Guy were around.

It occured to him that they could've been waiting inside the appointed room in order to remain safe from any possible attacks in the hallway, so he continued on. Upon reaching the room, however, he quickly discovered a piece of paper left in the door. Tucking his journal and the knife under one arm, the redhead grabbed the paper in one hand, using the other to hold the light so he could read it.

...and he promptly read it over a second time.

The replica had possibly been taken for experiments.

Asch crumpled the note in his fist and let it fall to the ground before he turned and headed back in the direction he had come.