Nightshift 33 - M81-M90 Block

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If he didn't know better, he'd say that the intercom announcements were playing mind games tonight, more than usual.

Clark left his room apprehensive. Last night hadn't gone well; he'd probably nearly died from wounds that shouldn't have even been possible and, to make it worse, Alkaid and Badou and Claire had gotten hurt trying to help him. And what was with the intercom announcement? It sounded like Landels had gotten hacked and then there was something about the security system. Was it possible to leave? Or was it a glitch, something that could make the security system even more deadly? Clark didn't know, but he planned to find out.

Gripping his flashlight in one hand, he stepped outside.

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[canieathim.livejournal.com]

Finally! Nighttime! Now to find Lust! He glanced at his roommate again. "Let's go find Lust!"

[metamollusk.livejournal.com]

Ack! They couldn't leave yet; how would the Captain ever find and rescue him if Gluttony had carried him off to who knows where? "W-wait a minute!" Fwiffo cringed, wringing his hands. "Perhaps we should come up some kind of plan first, or figure out the best place to look for her...?"

[canieathim.livejournal.com]

The tasty man's words made sense, and Gluttony sat back down on his bed and regarded his roommate with a mixture of interest and hunger. "Ok!" he said in simple good-nature. "What's the plan for us to find Lust?"

[metamollusk.livejournal.com]

"Well, um..." Oh dear, what was he supposed to say? Thinking quickly had never been Fwiffo's strong suit, and the Captain was supposed to be the negoiator! And speaking of the Captain, why wasn't he here yet?!

"Maybe," Fwiffo said slowly, trying to buy more time. "We should try to figure out where she's most likely to be. I mean, checking the eating room didn't work; she must have moved since the time I saw her there."

[zeus-incarnate.livejournal.com]

The announcement that had played over the intercom and radios had been more than enough to change Marcus' mind about what he should do tonight. He had wondered why no one had been able to escape, but the confirmation that there were shields keeping people from simply going over the walls wasn't surprising.

It made sense for a place with this advanced technology to have a force field of some sort. Clearly Dr. Landel hadn't planned to have that play, and the emphasis on the hacking during the broadcast. Worth investigating for sure. Hopefully Logan didn't have any plans for tonight, but if he did, Marcus could manage without him.

[ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com]

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Stepping out into the hall, Logan could tell instantly that Cole was already there, waiting for him, no doubt. He stepped up to the man, leaving the door open for Parker to follow through after him. "Where tha hell ya been all day, bub?" There was amusement in his tone, to imply that he was only mock-angry. "Been looking fer ya. Foun' somethin' las' nigh' ya migh' fin' interestin'."

He didn't wait for a response, merely continued on another topic. If it wasn't for the years and the gravel in his voice, he might have sounded like an excited schoolboy yammering to his father about the day he'd had. "Ya hear tha' dreck on tha intercom? Course ya did, everyone did. Wha' ya make o' it, bub? Coz I'm thinkin' we might have a chance a' gettin' a few o' these people outta here, once we do a little more snoopin' o' course." And then, then, it would be time to pay Landel a little visit. That dark smile played across his features again.

[zeus-incarnate.livejournal.com]

"I plan on investigating the shield surrounding the walls tonight. I think that climbing the wall that separates the courtyard and the field might be enough to give me a chance at getting over the main wall," Marcus said. He had no intention of leaving the facility, but if they could find a way to get people out.

"There's no telling what we'll find when we get outside, there will probably be more creatures outside protecting the grounds, so I don't want to have people escape just to get eaten outside the walls of the hospital," Hopefully Logan didn't make any plans, but it sounded like he was willing to go.

"I'd like you to go with me tonight if you have no other plans," If he did have plans... Marcus could go out alone, and he'd probably bump into Stefan along the way. There was a good chance his former friend had come up with the same idea he had.

[ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com]

Logan glanced over his shoulder towards the still-open door of his room. This was somewhat awkward. Parker had seemed keen to have him 'tag along' as he went traipsing around with his new buddy tonight, but clearly Cole had other plans. And Logan didn't need it carved in stone to know that those two weren't exactly...compatible.

"Parker wan's me at his back ta head upstairs ta'night', but I get tha feelin' tha's more o' a...formality than anythin' else. He'll be out in a sec, we'll work it out from there." Truth be told, whilst he didn't care too much for just running for the border (there were too many people in here that didn't deserve to be left to be turned into chum, as Cole had mentioned), he was more than willing to take a shot at trying to kill something, as usual.

[heraldric.livejournal.com]

The announcements had Leon wondering if he and Leon shouldn't ignore their current orders and check out what he suspected it meant. On the other hand, this was the first night he was actually doing something for the cooking group and it might make a bad impression if he didn't do as asked.

He'd just have to ask Kadaj when they met up. If his silver-haired companion had the same idea then he couldn't say it was all his fault, could he? (Well he could, technically, but he'd be a big fat liar.)

They'd agreed on the main hall, so he intended to make his way there as quickly as possible.

M88

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Gin dropped in for only a moment. Long enough to to pick up the sword where Leon had left it and leave the two kitchen knives behind. He even made sure to wipe off the blood that had dried around the handle from last night. Most it at least. He didn't want to keep Rangiku waiting.

The new sword was strange, but it seemed to be a good make. It would take some getting used to before he'd be able to wield it with as much skill as he could a katana, but such was life. As long as he could adapt, that was all that mattered.

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[adorkabledragon.livejournal.com]

Keman had to move quickly. He had to get to Fai's room and meet Orihime, so that he could get his arm taken care of and then run over to Valyn's room. He could already 'hear' both Shana and Valyn...no doubt Shadow would be joining them shortly.

The broadcast coming in over the radio and intercoms made him pause, but only briefly. Something was wrong, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. There were people waiting for him.

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[enigmaticmedium.livejournal.com]

Another night, another evening of uselessly puttering back and forth. Well, on the plus side, he had reason to believe Phibrizzo might still be around, excuse enough to wait a few minutes before heading down towards his previously scheduled meeting. Glancing around the hallway, he waved cheerily in the dark as he saw his roommate waiting for someone as well, then leaned against a wall.

If Lord Hellmaster didn't show up soon, Xelloss would just move along without speaking to him for yet another night. It wasn't terribly far to his destination, the delay shouldn't be too costly.

[hellmunchkin.livejournal.com]

Phibrizzo did, however, have need to speak the the priest. It had been some time and the Mazoku lord have many things he needed an update on, least of which his subordinate's actions. Slinking into the hall, he approached Xelloss with one hand to his side and a flat look on his face.

"Xelloss." He didn't say anything beyond the name, not yet.

[enigmaticmedium.livejournal.com]

He didn't look very happy. Actually, he didn't look very anything, which was odd; Lord Hellmaster had a number of interesting personality quirks, in Xelloss's naturally respectful opinion, and one of those quirks was an absolute inability to do 'neutral.' Happy, angry, even when acting he was 100% in his part. The flat expression probably didn't bode very well, but then again, it sounded as though Phibrizzo had had a difficult night last night.

Xelloss smiled and bowed, as usual. His roommate was still wandering about, and Xelloss did glance lightly in that direction, but honestly it seemed the heroic fellow who was like a humorless Gourry had other things on his mind than his ill-gotten roommate.

[spirit-forge.livejournal.com]

Well that chocolate cake tasted mighty good. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw a depressed Brook. Insert evil smirk. "It's not my fault you finished your cake so quickly. You should learn to take the time and savor your meal; it's not like it's going to run away from you."

Hefting his pillow case, full of his materials and sword, over his left shoulder, Archer held his flashlight in his right, scanning the hallway. "Ready?"

[promisedawhale.livejournal.com]

"But it fell on the floor!" Brook protested, depression showing as he sulked out after Archer, metal bat trailing along the ground due to his slackened posture. "And you eating yours in front of me like that was just cruel! I was only worried for you, and that's why mine ended up on the floor in the first place! So mean, Archer-san!"

And yet he was following his roommate out anyway. He had no other choice really. After the late start thanks to Archer's cake cruelty Brook was certain that he wouldn't be able to find any member of the crew in Luffy's room. They were all going other places tonight, and while he was sure that Nami would be heading for the basement (a venture he wouldn't willingly undertake), he wasn't so sure where Luffy and Zoro would end up. He'd not been given an assignment either, so that left him on his own to find either a Nakama or, as he was going now, an instrument! Archer knew the way to the music room from here, and he'd been helpful with directions so far!

[spirit-forge.livejournal.com]

[for-marian.livejournal.com]

Leon barely even noticed when Clark left the room. He had more important things on his mind, tonight, like what to do with the spoils of the night before. It would be unwise to carry around the things that he didn't need right away, so hopefully Seiya wouldn't mind a brief trip back to Leon's room to drop some stuff off. Leon couldn't think of any better way, really. At least his area of the barracks was closest to the women's area.

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[for-marian.livejournal.com]

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A short while later, Leon returned to his room with the bag of spoils from the night before. The general medical supplies were quickly stashed in the closet, along with the spare flashlight. Everything else he took to his desk and laid out to examine more closely.

With a few quick cuts with the little kitchen knife, Leon freed the broom handle from the straw at one end. Still using the knife, Leon sliced off a few long strips of the tough, sticky silver fabric and put them aside. Then he placed the handle of the knife flat against one end of the broom handle, leaving the knife blade extending beyond the tip like a spearhead; the sticky silver stuff was perfect for securing the blade to the handle.

That had taken enough time that Leon decided against experimenting with the syringes tonight, so he put them and the silver tape in the closet with the rest of his supplies and quickly changed into the trousers, shirt and socks and shoes he'd taken from "his" possessions in storage. The shoes were a bit strange, but still more protection--and better for kicking--than the slippers the Institute provided.

[for-marian.livejournal.com]

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[remedying.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/398710.html?thread=32509814#t32509814).]

She had only been to Ken's room once before, but it was pretty easy to remember where it was. Yukari paused in front of the door, as if listening for any sounds coming from the other side. Hearing nothing, she called out, "Ken-kun, are you in there?"

Again, nothing. "Hey, come on, say something at least!"

Silence. Was he really not in there?

[easy-as-cake.livejournal.com]

Trance hesitated, not really wanting to say anything in case she was wrong. Which was an odd feeling. Usually she didn't want to say anything for the sake of not saying anything, but the possibility of being wrong? Unheard of.

Until now. Well, it was a novel experience, at least. Couldn't go wrong there. "Maybe he changed his plans?"

[remedying.livejournal.com]

This was definitely a 'change of plans', all right.

Yukari made a face at the suggestion. It wasn't a bad one, and she couldn't say for sure it was wrong, but... "Why would he do that?" she murmured aloud, mostly to herself. It was a little worrying since she had no idea where else he could be... Though, at least he wouldn't go anywhere without his spear (she hoped), so he was well equipped if anything.

"Okay, now what?" she asked to no one in particular, annoyance growing in her voice.

M84

[zeus-incarnate.livejournal.com]

[[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/399427.html?thread=32219203#t32219203)]]

Thankfully, Marcus hadn't run into any trouble on the way back, the last thing he needed was to get in a fight with an unconscious, brainwashed girl in his arms.

He opened the door and went inside the room. It was a bit awkward to pull back the covers while still holding her, but once they were pulled back Marcus carefully lay the girl out on the bed, pulling the covers back up over her.

Hopefully if she did wake up before morning the wouldn't go out into the halls and try to attack patients again. Even worse than that would be if she could control the doll from a range, but at least she'd be safe for the night.

In the morning he'd make sure she was okay.

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