damned_institute | Nightshift 30: M1-10 Hallway

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Nightshift 30: M1-10 Hallway

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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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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.

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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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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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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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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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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.

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

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