Nightshift 30: M1-10 Hallway

[norainu]

[from here]
Renji slowed a little as he headed up the hallway, sweeping the ceiling with his flashlight. So far, no giant spiders. He liked that. It wasn't that he had anything against spiders; he wasn't some pansy that was afraid of a little bug. Or a big one. He just hadn't liked the feeling of getting bitten and poisoned.

He went to the room almost at the end of the hallway - M2.

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[knock knock knock-ing on Daemon's doo~oor]

[norainu]

Just for courtesy's sake, he knocked. Last time he'd barged into a room, some soldier had tried to twist his head off. Which didn't bother him all that much, but Daemon seemed like the sort that might want to say hello before the punches started flying.

Inside M2

[thesadist]

Daemon looked up at the knock, gliding across the room to open the door and catch sight of the redhead from the illumination of his torch. "Well, at the very least, you're prompt," he greeted with a wry quirk of his lips.

Re: Inside M2

[norainu]

Renji gave Daemon a somewhat strained grin. "Normally am," he said. "Less likely to get caught if you're running."

He took the open door as an invitation and came inside, keeping an eye on Daemon. Once he was in the room, he pulled the sword from his improvised belt and laid it on one of the desks.

Re: Inside M2

[thesadist]

"I take it you're ready, then?" Daemon inquired, stepping back from the doorway and standing casually beside his bed, watching the Shinigami with a patient expression. He looked totally at ease and not at all like someone about to break into a fistfight several days in the building.

"No interruptions tonight?"

[tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com]

Confirmation, now. Unless Doyle was going to pull off something like what Marcus infuriatingly managed every once in a great while, he wasn't coming back. That meant he'd just have to rig up a suitable detonator himself, which would be irritatingly complicated.

He took a while before setting out to finish sharpening the promised broadsword he had made, wrapping it up for transport and grabbing two knives and a sword for himself. Once set, he slipped out into the hallway, his eyes taking on a faint, blood red glow as they adapted to the wonderful darkness.

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M10

[janus-006.livejournal.com]

Thank god, the drugs were almost all out of Alec's system. He sat on his bed for a few moments after the nurse escorted him back in, and listened to the Head Doctor's intercom announcement. That did nothing to keep him from picking up the radio and adding it to his secret pillowcase once more. If it was useful for nothing else, perhaps it could function as a bludgeoning tool. His bloodlust was beginning to rise up again. He hoped he fought another scorpion. He hoped he fought a whole damn flock of scorpions, or whatever the hell you called a group of scorpions anyway.

As he was rifling through his drawers again, he noticed something strange. The Institute hadn't provided him with any black clothes, had it? Confused and still possibly drugged out, he drew the new garments from the drawer.

And grinned.

His old combat suit was in his hands, perfect and pristine and new. That was funny, because the last time he'd seen it, he'd been wearing it, and it was in no better condition than he'd been. He quickly shed his nondescript grey attire, though he still had to keep the hospital slippers. Once he was in the combat suit, he grinned. There, he felt like himself again.

There was a weight in his pocket. Hoping against hope that it was something useful, he fumbled with it for a second and pulled it out.

What the hell is a GoldenEye key doing in my pocket?!

No, no. If he thought about it too hard he'd bust something in his skull. He picked up the makeshift bag and walked out the door, the key in his other hand as he wondered what it might be doing there, and why it had remained in his pocket, and why he even had his clothes, for that matter.

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M7

[on-my-face.livejournal.com]

Zuko missed dinner, but at least he was able to get all the information he needed out of Homura. And thankfully the orderlies finally left him alone for the night. Before setting out the prince ruthlessly scoured his room for anything useful, but all he found was the light stick Sanosuke had used the night before. Pocketing that he cautiously opened his door and took off down the hallway.

M55 was his destination. Zuko remembered the way, but he would want to obtain a map at some point in the near future...

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[lighthearted]

The dinner conversation had definitely helped Sora's mood (not that it usually needed that much help in the first place), since it seemed like Kairi was doing a lot better. She had also refrained from signing up for Arts and Crafts assignments this nightshift, which meant that she would be taking it easy. Though he still hadn't gotten the chance to talk to Renji about Nowe, and he knew that when they did at breakfast tomorrow he might come out of the conversation feeling a lot worse.

He would cross that bridge when he came to it, though. For the moment, he needed to focus on his Arts and Crafts task. He was excited that he was going to be working with Rena again - he hadn't had the chance to see her after that last time on the Recreational Field.

The intercom announcement was disconcerting, especially when the Head Doctor announced that he had killed the radio man so nonchalantly. Did he really mean that?! Sora didn't know much about either man, but after everything Mr. Landel had done to them, this wasn't beyond his ability.

His roommate left without a word and Sora had to hold back a sigh. He felt like he had bad luck with it came to roommates, and was starting to wonder if it was something he was doing wrong. As an only child, he had never had to learn "roommate etiquette" or anything like that, so there was a chance he was offending the people who shared M7 with him without even realizing it.

He would just have to try and patch things up later. Grabbing his flashlight, Sora left his room and started down the hall.

[lighthearted]

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[ofthescore.livejournal.com]

Ion was definitely ready for this night. Having an idea where he was helped to keep him balanced as he donned his Fon Master dress in a rush. Ion grabbed his flashlight and the journal he had found while scavaging through the drawers in the room, moving into the hallway slowly.

He stood silent by his door, drawing a quick square on the notebook - looking back at the number nailed to the door - and sketching a 5 on it. He didn't want to forget what room he was in again and cause further hassle.

With the beginning of his makeshift map started, Ion drew a long line, drawing boxes around the one labled five. One through ten. The first hallway. A good start!

Once past the room labled M10, he drew 3 more rows of squares, as well as the block's bathroom.

His block's sketch done, the Fon Master started running, not wanting to keep Nia or Anise waiting.

M1

[gone-2far.livejournal.com]

Knives looked up when the intercom came on. He had no idea what it meant that the voice behind the radio had been killed and he didn't care either way. The point was the sudden change in the doctor's voice pointed to the fact that Roy had not been lying or insane earlier in the day. In fact, Roy was the only person Knives had encountered that seemed to be worth anything.

Knives' head was still hazy from the drugs that they had given him at dinner, but at least his irritation on Monzenrath faded as the two of them were pulled apart. He felt... strange as he thought back on how heavily he had lost control. It was embarrassing.

He was quiet for a while, mostly letting himself think over his options for the night. Finally, he looked at his roommate and said the first thing he cared to say that night.

"You're going out," he pointed out. It was redundant but he said it only to establish the fact. "I am going with you." The second statement wasn't a request, but his tone was no where near as demanding as it would have been before. "It would be foolish for me to go alone when I know little to nothing about this place and you are the only competent human I've encountered today."

Re: M1

[muted-flame.livejournal.com]

The radio man, dead? Roy wasn't certain if he believed it, though he wondered if he was just being delusional. Still, this could easily just be another way that Landel was trying to discourage the patient population. Even if it was true, Roy didn't know if it mattered or not. It didn't sound like Ashton and the others had gotten much out of the man, so who knew if he was that willing to help them in the end.

On the other hand, if Landel had seen him as such a threat that he'd been forced to murder him, then perhaps he had been trying to help them in his own way. Either the deed had been done or it hadn't, and Roy knew that he had no control over it, which meant that dwelling on it would be pointless. He was curious about the girl he had met at dinner, and perhaps a little dubious, but she had seemed sincere enough. The extra help was definitely needed, even if it meant handing over some of the spotlight.

He hadn't been expecting for Knives to speak up, so he was a little surprised as a result. The fact that he spoke without question seemed presumptuous - Roy didn't have to take him with, after all. But he knew that it wouldn't sit right with him if he left his roommate to wander around on his own.

"You have no one else to go with?" he asked carefully. "There are a lot of patients who wander around looking for others to spend the night with." Still, if Knives insisted, then he would have no choice but to let him tag along.

Re: M1

[gone-2far.livejournal.com]

Knives looked at Roy oddly, as if something Roy said confused him. "As I said, you are the only person I met that I found capable." He didn't see why he had to repeat himself. Truthfully, he didn't trust himself very much just yet, considering what had happened during dinner. Roy, at least, had offered him information and help in acquiring a weapon. He seemed useful, which was more than Knives could say about the others he met during his day at this hospital.

"Would you prefer that I wander off on my own, weakened as I am, to face the unknown?" He knew that was a little dramatic, but Roy seemed like the type of person who considered himself to be a 'good' person and 'good' people were at least predictable. That was the reason Knives had known how to get under Vash's skin. "At least for tonight, I believe it would be smartest for me to stay with you. I am able to fight, and I don't expect you to babysit me." Knives actually would have been insulted if that was what Roy thought he was looking for. "I need a guide and you might be able to use the extra pair of eyes and hands."

Re: M1

[muted-flame.livejournal.com]

All in all, Roy could hardly argue. While he could tell that Knives was goading him to an extent, he simply wouldn't let him go off on his own. Knives apparently had his number already, though Roy didn't have any reason to resent the man for it. He seemed very straight-forward and if there was truth to his words, then maybe he would be a help. There might even be a chance of recruiting him into the Cooking Group, but it was less likely if he was so intolerant of people.

On the other hand, he may have just happened to be unlucky enough to run into very insufferable people.

"Very well. I'm planning to meet with a man who's going to show me how to get to the basement. He isn't the most pleasant of people, so there's your fair warning. We need to wait for another patient to show up so I can make a weapon for him, though." Hopefully Hisoka wouldn't keep them waiting too long -- he wasn't sure how long Kimbley would wait for them. Then again, he would probably wait for a pretty long time if it meant he got to torment him eventually.

Outside M6

[felled-hero.livejournal.com]

When the announcement came over the intercom, Hughes froze. He lifted his eyes to look at the box, a sickly feeling washing over him. The radio guy was dead? Sure, Hughes had always been skeptical of the guy, but he had helped now and then and...

Damnit, it didn't mean Hughes wanted him dead. And not like that. He hung his head, offering a moment of silence for the guy, before securing his knives about his person and stepping into the hall to wait for Kadaj.

Re: Outside M6

[reunion.livejournal.com]

... How to react to the fact that their one bastion of hope in this place had been torn down? Kadaj wasn't sure. He felt somewhat removed from the situation (he'd never really kept track of the Head Doctor and the radio man's exchanges at night, which made it a lot less personal to him), but even so, he was furious. Everything about Jack's existence he could have benefited from was now gone. How much longer would it take now for him to get back to Mother? He wasn't sure. Too long, probably, but he'd only know for sure by finding it out the hard way.

Glaring at nothing in particular, he retrieved his gladius and his flashlight and headed outside, head bowed slightly in thought. What to do, what to do... and wasn't he supposed to be following the radio's clues tonight, to? Well, wasn't this going to be a waste of time.

He spotted Hughes quickly enough (their rooms were right next to one another, after all), and after taking a moment to strap his gladius in place, he walked over to him. "Seems like Roy shouldn't have bothered setting us up. Still determined to keep an eye on me, or are you going to give up now?"

Re: Outside M6

[felled-hero.livejournal.com]

"Something tells me nobody should be out on their own tonight," Hughes said, with a sad smile. "We'll figure something else to do. It's not like Roy gave us any specific directions." He pulled out his map, eying it. It was going to be a bit difficult, with no direction whatsoever. But they'd figure it out. A soldier got used to thinking on his feet.

"So where've you been so far? Maybe we can just see about poking around the places neither one of us have made it to. Could find something useful."

Re: Outside M6

[reunion.livejournal.com]

So much for that idea. Kadaj hadn't really been all that intent on leaving Hughes behind, but it had at least been worth a shot. Besides, old habits die hard.

Not even glancing at the map, he said, "I've explored most of the first floor, but very little of the second. I was going to with my brother-- Yazoo, not the other ones-- but he disappeared. What about you?" Hughes had likely explored more than him as part of his Cooking Group duties, but Kadaj didn't know for sure. He really should have paid more attention to others before now.

[cnflctofintrst.livejournal.com]

It was no surprise that Mello was still annoyed when he left his room, though he wasn't annoyed enough to make a mistake. His flashlight was switched off but still in his hand, and he'd remembered to shove another handful of pens into his pocket. At this rate, he'd run out in a week.

He glanced at the room numbers as he made his way down the hall, then turned the corner and continued towards the door.

[cnflctofintrst.livejournal.com]

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[theycutitout.livejournal.com]

Whatever it was, it had been smothering her, coating her in a thick something, and she'd needed to come up for air. Her mind was too fuzzy, thick with fog and sludge, to even think logically about what had been seen. In fact it hardly registered as River slipped out of the room and down the hallway, quick as could be. With eyes wide and flashlight to light her way, Alice continued through the maze and into Wonderland.

[norainu]

[from here]

Renji slipped out into the hall. Slowly, he began to make his way toward the far end. For this little bit, he decided, he would take his time. But at least he was going in the right direction.

[littlestrawdoll.livejournal.com]

If it bothered Ren to have spent the entire day in limbo, he didn't show it. In fact, even getting a late start to the evening's activities didn't mean much--there was little he could do about it. What mattered now was mostly being as productive as possible, and the previous night sat fresh in his mind.

It was rather fortunate the same people he wanted to see were clumped together a lot of the time. Made things easier.

Having not wanted to interrupt M2's little gathering, despite knowing who was already there, the doll had simply left his room, only to see River wander past. A neatly folded piece of paper was clutched in his hand--on one side, the outline of what he'd been able to see and lay out in his mind's eye when he'd tried to map the basement, and on the other side, extremely detailed descriptions of the rooms themselves. If there was one thing Ojou valued in her servant, it was his skill in detail. He didn't miss much when it came to places.

So when Abarai Renji came down the corridor, Ren looked up from where he'd been leaning against the wall. "Abarai-san," he greeted in low tones, not really expecting to surprise the man, not really.

[norainu]

Renji wasn't surprised; he stopped near Ren. "Hey," he said. "What's going on?" He was surprised the guy was just hanging out in the hall, but there was no doubt a good reason for it. Ren didn't seem the sort to do anything without a good reason.

[littlestrawdoll.livejournal.com]

He shook his head, smiling slightly. "Nothing really." The doll held out his hand, offering what he'd promised. When it came to helping the prisoners make some kind of advance, it was the least he could do. "Here, everything I can give you on the basement for now. It's not much, but I hope it helps--there's something blocking me from seeing the rest from the outside. Sorry it took so long."