NIGHTSHIFT 33: F11-F20 HALLWAY

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For a moment, Renamon paused. That was more unsettling than she'd care to admit. She needed to get out of here.

Ignoring her instinct to leave the small cramped room immediantely, she snatched at her map again, and made some adjustments to her night's plan. Still, weapons first, and for that she had to move. She grabbed three pens and stuck them in the waistband of her pants, and held a fourth in her hand with the flashlight. It wouldn't come on for a little bit. She knew this part.

She didn't know what was going on. Not at all. It was bothering her, and setting her on edge; nicely ruining the calm she had worked to achieve.

Don't think, Renamon. Move.

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F12

[hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com]

Momo cocked her head a little as she listened to the intercom, noting the same announcement came from the small radio on her desk. That was new. Normally, she didn't take the radio with her, but this time she made sure to bring it. The implications of the announcement were both good and bad and, as she waited for Raine, Signum and Kratos to arrive, she turned to a fresh page in her journal and let the pencil flow across the page as her thoughts turned inward.

Re: F12

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Raine wondered if Momo's group would just happen to be heading in the general area of M35; she really didn't like going alone, but it wouldn't be the first time, and probably not the last. A broom wasn't much of a weapon, but it was something. While she would prefer to avoid using Photon unless she absolutely had to, a little creativity with the mage-light spell might help--it could easily blind someone if flashed directly into their face. The problem was doing it brightly enough to be effective, but without draining herself as much as a normal spell would and thereby defeating the purpose.

Bare seconds after the lights went out, she was knocking on Momo's door; she wasn't in much of a hurry, but the shinigami might be.

Re: F12

[hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com]

hearing the knock on her door, Momo set her pencil down, the barest resemblence to Hitsugaya on the page, and she carefully got up. She idly wondered which of the three was at her door, betting on Raine since the half-elf's room was the closest, as she opened the door.

"Sage-sensei," she greeted Raine with a smile which, sadly, did not cover up the obvious pain the shinigami's injuries were giving her. "Thank you for coming."

She stepped back and motioned for the healer to enter.

Re: F12

[per-ardua.livejournal.com]

Predictably, Raine didn't miss it. "What happened?" She could see the cast on Momo's arm, but she didn't think that was the cause of the obvious pain. Unfortunately, it helped to know what a person's worst injuries were so she could specifically direct the healing energy there.

A glowing array was already forming on the floor around her as she spoke; it worked for a few moments, then started flickering. She sighed, switched the broom to one hand, and started tracing the currently required diagram for First Aid. If she was wrong and Momo wanted it done on someone else, she had plenty of time to say so.

Re: F12

[hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com]

The shinigami closed the door behind Raine. "I managed to contain a Special Counseling patient last night, protecting the others from her, but unfortunately I was severely injured," she explained, watching the half-elf start casting her healing magic. The look on Raine's face when she had to start tracing the array was something Momo herself was all to familiar with.

"I have a very important, very dangerous mission tonight, so i appreciate your willingness to heal me. Unfortunately, I am of the 5th Division and not the 4th, so I am incapable of healing myself," she explained.

Slipping her arms out of her kimono top, letting the shirt hang from where it was tucked in at her waist, the shinigami allowed Raine to see the thick bandages around her torso where Laevatein had cut her and then further aggravated by the knight herself. Given she'd taken the time, no matter how much it had hurt, to bind her breasts, the shinigami felt no shame in showing the healer the injury.

"My arm is fine, but if you could do something for this, just so I can run without fear of ripping it further, I will be in your debt."

Re: F12

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"I figured as much," Raine said when she'd finished the healing. She'd guessed Momo was out of magic or didn't dare spare any, though; she'd never heard of any kind of spell that didn't work on the caster. "Though I am curious how it could take extra training to work something on yourself..."

Unfortunately, asking about that would probably have to wait. Whatever was happening tonight sounded even more worrisome than usual, and she didn't want to leave Tamaki alone too long.

However, it would be rude to simply run off... and she had to make sure Momo didn't want something else bandaged, right?

Re: F12

[hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com]

Momo sighed in relief as the healing magic took effect, making her breathing easier as well as the contant pain of moving lessen to more of a dull throb than the roar it'd been before. "Thank you," she said, gingerly probing the area underneath the bandage.

She gave Raine a gracious smile. "It's the nature of the kind of magic shinigami use that makes it hard to heal oneself," she said as she started pulling her kimono back on. Since the others weren't here yet, she decided to give the basic explanation why.

"The short version of why I can't heal myself is that my magic is fueled by my own spirit. Since it doesn't come from an external source, I essentially weave my very own existence into creating the effect. I'm not sure how the 4th does it, but I can't use my own existence to heal me."

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Eileen shared her roommates views, that that had been....strange. Like something from a movie, where the main characters are beginning to learn the plot's backstory. Only this was real, and those people on the intercom sounded....

Well, scary and insane. She got her flashlight and this time took her radio, just in case, and headed out into the hallway to meet with Hohenheim.

Maybe he'd have an idea of what to do.

[miracle-grow.livejournal.com]

Claire slipped out of her room, as prepared as she could be for the coming nightshift. She'd stuffed her hand-held radio in one pocket, and the roll of pens and batteries in the other. Her flashlight she kept gripped in one hand. The message on the intercom hadn't made a whole lot of sense to her, but maybe her dad could have gotten something useful out of it.

Glancing to the left and to the right, Claire made her way down the hall and towards the place where she'd agreed to meet him.

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[jingledoughnut.livejournal.com]

Esmeralda missed another conversation with her roommate, but she just figured the girl wasn't much for talking. So after eating (cake... that cake was heaven), she fixed her uniform back to the way it was last night, found the... lightstick-thing under her pillow as well as her tambourine, and began the search for F1. Considering the maps she'd seen posted on the board, it shouldn't be so hard, should it?

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[mind-caster.livejournal.com]

Melissa was a bit more startled by the intercom announcement than Claire seemed to be - the girl left almost immediately afterwards. The mindcaster stood for a few moments, trying to make sense of it all, before deciding that people who had been here longer might find something more useful in the static-filled words.

Besides. Whatever it meant, Melissa intended to be far away from the Institute before anything the Head Doctor was planning could be put into play.

A quick search of the room once again revealed the same useless items. Journal and pens, no. Key ring? What for? Melissa was in no mood to play any of the Institutes's games. The flashlight she dropped immediately as if it was poisonous, and the radio she contemplated for a little bit before finally deciding to bring. Even she wasn't really sure what the reason for that was.

With a final critical glare at the room behind her, Melissa left in search of means of escape.

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[constellates.livejournal.com]

Tch. Like Alkaid cared about all of the stuff going on on the intercom right now - even though the thought of the hacked mainframe made her inwardly gleeful. She'd seen those walls when she was out there, hadn't she? Yeah, that seemed like a good place to go.

When she checked under her pillow for her flashlight today, though, there was nothing there. Nothing! At all. Not even a little note that said someone had taken it. She eyed the lump in the other bed, considering waking Sleeping Beauty up, but nah. She didn't wanna deal with that.

Oh, that was it. She'd dropped it. Last night, when she was attacked...

Alkaid's hand subconsciously drew up to her neck. Damn, that had been pretty bad. She hadn't seen Claire or Clark today, or even that stupid Badou.. Claire had lived through the night, right? Alkaid sure hoped so. That would suck if she'd just let someone die in front of her. Even though Clark had seemed okay, from how he was shouting.. Heh. All because of her idea, too.

Yeah, she was pretty much the best. Even if she had no flashlight...

She exited the hallway, flashlight-free, and started walking. Yeah, yeah, dangerous, whatever, but there was still the chance of being able to run like hell.

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Outside F13

[godhood.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/394449.html?thread=32191953#t32191953).]

Finally, he'd reached the last hall. Now Light just had to hope she hadn't decided to wander out on her own again. It seemed likely enough, though, considering the fact that she'd only done so last time because her roommate had been taken, but he wasn't about to get his hopes up. After all, it was also entirely possible that she had been one of the patients chosen for those CM-US Experimental Therapy Trials, and while part of Light hoped she hadn't simply because of how much of a handful she'd be after an experience like that, he was also curious what they would have done to her if that were the case. They'd taken away her shinigami eyes, so giving them back at this point seemed more than a little ridiculous, so...

He gave his head a mental shake and walked up to the door of F13, knocking lightly. With any luck, Misa would have asked Harley about her experiences with special counseling by now, but if not and her roommate was still around, Light was looking forward to questioning her himself. He doubted Misa would be happy about that since she hadn't seen him all day and would want him to herself (he could practically hear her whining about that fact already), but he was sure he could get her to shut up about it one way or another.

[kirasonlyone.livejournal.com]

Misa jolted at the knock outside her door and slowly drew back from her silent appraisal of the equally silent Harley. The other woman hadn't spoken to her since the start of dinner and no matter how much Misa tried to comfort or cajole or understand what had thrown her roommate into such deep depression (Misa shuddered imperceptibly. Just what did they do to her, exactly?) she couldn't get anything out of Harley. Nothing! Not a single thing!

What upset her the most about that was the thought of what Light would say. If Harley didn't want to talk, Misa should have thought of something to say to get her to do it anyway. Oooh, what would Light say?

She almost instinctively knew that the one knocking on the door was Light and, strangely enough, her failure at getting anything out of Harley made this less of a comfort than it should have. If that was him at the door though, then at the very least he wasn't so badly injured that he couldn't walk around. Still, had she really lost that much time trying to talk to her roommate? She'd been planning to head to Light's room as soon as possible. No matter how scary that evening's announcements had been her duty to Light came above all else.

Misa opened the door a crack and, upon seeing Light, felt her expression lighten up a little. She slipped through the door, opening it only as far as she needed to get through before shutting it behind her again. She shifted guiltily.

"Harley's inside..." Misa admitted quietly after a moment, casting a glance at the door she now stood in front of like some kind of child trying to hide a messy closet. "But she's not talking at all."

[godhood.livejournal.com]

....

"She isn't?" Light asked, glancing at the door Misa blocked as if he were able to see through it. He couldn't, of course, but with the way Misa was behaving, acting like he could might just get her to reveal more-- or, possibly, to dissolve into tears and wail about how useless she was, which was not what he needed right now.

Schooling his features into something resembling concern and doing his best to keep his irritation at bay, he added just as quietly, "Did she exhibit any other strange behaviors that you saw, or was that the only one? And do you know if she's been silent all day, or is this something that only recently developed?" He could think of a few other questions to add, too, but he thought it would be better for Misa to answer these first and see that he was not angry before he moved on. He was, just a little, but that was directed more at how inconvenient Harley's silence was for him than at Misa for once.

[kirasonlyone.livejournal.com]

Misa watched Light carefully, doing and seeing exactly as he wanted. She judged him not all that upset at her and slowly eased her guard of the door.

"She's depressed and really quiet. Mostly just staring blankly. She didn't even look at me when I tried to talk to her." Misa's lips pressed together, a little irritation showing through her own worried frown. Oh! Why did Harley have to start acting like this? Right when she could've helped Light with something, too! Argh. How frustrating...

"I didn't really get to see her all day, but I wouldn't be surprised if she'd been like that since this morning. It seems like she's been quiet for a long time." And Misa couldn't image any reason why Harley would suddenly grow that depressed in the middle of the afternoon. There was nothing worse than Special Counseling (whatever that was) that could have triggered anything else... right? Misa wished she'd spoken to Harley more, just so she'd have something to give to Light.

[floraltempest.livejournal.com]

The voice on the radio was what woke her up, and MOMO yawned before sitting up and groggily rubbing a hand over her eyes. She really wasn't sure why she had been so tired today. Sure, last night had been terrifying, but she hadn't even been hurt. It likely had to do with being up night after night, constantly trying to figure a way out of this place.

She considered lying down for a while longer and was prepared to do just that, before she suddenly remembered she was supposed to be somewhere right now.

"Oh, no!" Shaking her head to rid herself of the lingering fatigue, the realian quickly jumped off the bed. She wasted little time in changing into her usual outfit, and then quickly retrieved the key from its hiding place. With that done, she exited the room and ran down the hall as quickly as possible. She didn't want to risk running into another ghost again tonight, after all, and she wanted to meet up with Homura and the others before making them wait any longer.

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[jugezmoipas.livejournal.com]

It had been naive to think that, after spending a day in this place, she would wake up back home in her own bed. Regardless, it had been that bit of hope that had caused her to spend the later part of the day in her room, and Fleur couldn't help but feel disappointed--and more than a little frustrated--when she awoke to the same darkness she had the previous night.

"Ziz is ridiculous," she huffed, before hugging and burying her face in her pillow. As she did that, however, her arm hit something that had been hidden beneath the pillow and the object fell to the ground with a loud clatter.

Curious, the witch sat up and retrieved the object, squinting at it as she tried to figure out just what it was supposed to be. The dark made that difficult but she must've done something right, since a small beam of light suddenly came from the object.

Fleur nearly tossed the thing away from her in surprise, but managed to keep herself from doing so. Instead, she merely turned it over in her hands, wondering how in the world it had lit up like that--she hadn't even tried using a spell on it!

Well, she could figure that out later. The important thing was that she could actually see now. Maybe she'd be able to actually find her things tonight.

Smiling at that thought, the witch left the room and moved down the hall.

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[icy-pole.livejournal.com]

The corridor was deserted when Ami exited her room. Scanning the dark area, there was nothing to indicate where Anise might have been taken. Biting her lip, Ami hurried down the corridor. Perhaps Usagi would help her...if she hadn't been taken too. Ami pushed the horrible thought away as she rounded the corner.

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Around F14

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The replica breezed through the first two hallways of the female block, slowing down to turn into the third. By this point of time, he'd been running through two blocks - not far, but hard on his small body. Once he stopped in front of Anise's room, he was swallowing breaths of air.

It took more than a few minutes to catch his breath, especially on his shakey limbs.

Knocking once, Ion waited patiently for an answer; and hearing none, he pushed open the door, swinging his light around the room.

Nothing waited for him. The replica sighed, leaning against the doorframe heavily.

Re: Around F14

[godforsaken]

Unlike Ion, who appeared to be physically strained after running for two blocks straight, Sync managed to keep his pace without breaking a sweat. In fact, he was more annoyed by the fact that, even when giving his all, the Fon Master still proved to be as weak as ever. However, he didn't bother to point out this obvious bit of information, instead contenting himself by watching as the latter went about knocking on the door before checking inside.

"Surprise, surprise," Sync muttered, not really 'surprised' by any of this. So Anise had really gone and left Ion alone after all? It really did serve him right for clinging so tightly to his belief that his guardian would never leave him.

The God-General knew that, in the end, the only person he could trust was himself, feeling no remorse for the other replica as he leaned against the doorframe.

"She didn't even leave a note. What a shame."

[ofthescore.livejournal.com]

Surprised that the other replica had followed, Ion wisely remained silent about it. The bigger problem lied in where Anise was.

"I didn't think she would be here, but it was worth checking," he said, more to himself than to the other. The fact that Sync had pointed out - no note was left behind - hinted more than she had become victim to the "special counseling". Her roommate wasn't here to ask, either...

From their current location, they - or he, he wasn't sure - could explore the institute in a circle, starting with the Recreational Field. He could move on to the Courtyard, into the kitchen...

"I'll just keep looking." Giving Sync a hopeful glance, he moved out of the room into the next hallway.