Nightshift 34: F11-20 Hallway

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Momo glared balefully at the intercom when Martin Landel was done talking. As much as she hated to admit it, things certainly seemed like everything Art & Crafts had done was meaningless. Her motivation level had greatly dropped, but duty was still duty and she hated this place. Especially after last night.

If she didn't get something other than repairing her sword accomplished, she was going to be in a visibly bad mood. As it was now that she was done directing her hatred at the intercom, the shinigami was simply quiet and withdrawn. She contained her displeasure as she should. Signum was probably going to be in a bad mood, so hopefully this person that Skuld was making a weapon for would arrive quickly. Momo was certain it would only be the knight's honor and sense of duty that would keep her from staying with the shinigami instead of heading off on her own.

First, though, Momo needed to get that key back to Mustang. Taking the bundle that contained the shards of her sword, the shinigami slipped it and the semi-funtional part of her sword into the uniform's sash and headed out the door. She may still be injured, but the lingering pain could be pushed from ehr mind when she tried.

To M1. Before my knight gets too impatient.

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Per usual, Renamon ignored the ramblings of the so-called man in charge. People like him were never really in control of their own destiny entirely. No matter. She stretched, feeling the skin pull around the bruise along her side and the cut on her shoulder. Sloppy, Renamon, Rika's voice flowed into her mind. You're better than that.

And she was. Better than this.

Putting the page of notes away that she had wrote during dinner, she grabbed the clay shard and spade, slipping the latter into the back of her waistband, and then grabbing her flashlight in the same hand. Dairine had never replied, but it was still possible that she would meet up with the girl tonight. Nevertheless, she had to go collect Yukari first before meeting up with Orihime. No time to waste. Renamon had things to do.

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[gald_digger]

The evening passed by quickly and quietly, much unlike the last one. While that was a welcome change, Anise was disappointed that she didn't get a chance to talk with her roommate tonight. The other girl hadn't gotten herself sick again, had she? Anise sure hoped not.

"...just the right balance of chemicals in the brain... can make their priorities very, very different..."

The nighttime broadcast made the girl shudder involuntarily. Was that what they did to her? The thought of it made her feel sick, especially knowing that four other people were now going through the same thing. There was nothing she could do about that, however. She needed to focus on tonight's assignments!

Besides, she was really eager to get to a wider space where she could test out Tokunaga's abilities, if it even had any left. Wouldn't it be wonderful if she could smash and squash the monsters of Landel's like she did the monsters of Auldrant? The young puppeteer certainly thought so.

Placing her doll in its usual spot, hanging from her shoulders, and retrieving the metal pipe from her bed, Anise was ready! The girl hurried out of her room and down the dark hallway.

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Rose paid particular attention to the announcements over the intercom. She didn't know what they meant, but it was a good bet it wasn't anything good. Special counseling? Patients fighting against other patients? Maybe Fox hadn't been exaggerating...

In any case, her roommate's idea had been a good one. Rose spent several minutes searching through the room. She came up with a journal, a keyring, several pens held together by a rubber band, a few batteries, and a flashlight. Well the flashlight would be helpful, but unless she was meant to wave rubber bands at monsters until they went away, she didn't hold much hope for the other things.

After slotting two batteries into the flashlight and making sure it worked, Rose headed out into the hallway.

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F18

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Sheena looked around curiously as she traversed the hallway, shining her flashlight at the room numbers as she went. At least this hallway had been the one next to hers and the summoner even took the time to note her own room number before leaving.

Finding F18, she knocked on the door. "Hey Raine! You in there?"

Re: F18

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"I'm here," Raine called in response. She opened the door a moment later, broom in hand--and improvised bookbag over her shoulder. In her defense, it was a medical book she needed to return it to M35 (if somewhat reluctantly).

"I take it you didn't have much trouble finding your way here?" she asked, looking to see if Sheena had managed to make any cards; she really, really hoped so.

...even if she also hoped the method used to make said cards would be easy to see on ones so new. Mizuho secret or not, she was curious.

Re: F18

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"Not really," Sheena replied, scratching her cheek with an ink stained hand, leaving a smudge. "I'm in F2, so it's only one hall over."

She peered at the half-elf and then giggled, seeing the tell-tale shape. "You're taking a book with you?"

Only Raine Sage would take a book along in a place that supposedly has monsters roaming around. it'd actually be a better weapon for the healer to use than that broom... except there was no way Raine would beat something other than her students with a book. Except maybe Kratos; she could see Raine smacking kratos in the head with a book.

F12

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Apparently she had, once again, slept through dinner. Anya was not pleased by this fact. It was probably some sort of evil conspiracy to starve her to death.

Whatever. They'd get to the basement tonight, find a way out (even if they had to pick their way around mutilated cobweb-covered corpses to do so) and she could have all the food she wanted.

As long as it wasn't from the Doublemeat Palace.

Maybe she'd find Xander and get him to make waffles... No. Bad thought. No Xander. She could get perfectly good waffles at a number of eating establishments in the Sunnydale area.

With that goal in mind, Anya headed for Willow's room.

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F13

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Harley sat eagerly waiting for the doors to unlock. Oh please, oh please, let them unlock tonight just like they did those other nights... She was always so afraid that the evening power outage wouldn't come, and she'd be stuck in her room. She couldn't bare the thought of it happening tonight of all nights.

The doctor guy came onto the speakers again, like he always did, but this time he was talking about taking patients in for counseling. That at least sounded normal. No more talk of friends betraying each other or whatever he'd been discussing two nights ago.

But shortly after the same guy (was it the same guy?!) popped in over the PA system. The voice was causing a chill to go down her spine. What was wrong with this guy? She really couldn't make sense of a lot of what he was talking about. But one thing clicked: The patients. He had said only a moment ago four patients would be taken for counseling. And now he mentions that four patients were stationed around to 'prevent them' from... from what? What was he talking about? From leaving maybe? Why would other patients being doing that when it was the lousy security's job? They could do their own darn work.

'You may think them to be loyal, but just the right balance of chemicals in the brain... can make their priorities very, very different...' Another shudder ran through her system. What was he talking about? What did that mean? It sounded like he was talking about brain-washing or something. It was kind of like what that Hat Guy did with his cards. All it took were the right currents and--

There was a click of the doors finally unlocking, causing Harley to jump startled. "Oh! Right!" she said mainly to herself.

She didn't have time to sit there and wonder. She could do that some other time. Harley had to look for her darlings and that was more important than any creepy doctor jerk's words.

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F19

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Once again, the announcement and the unlocked door. Melissa took a deep breath to steady her nerves and headed straight for the doorway, unwilling to waste a second. They weren't going to encounter anything tonight, not if she could help it. At least, not inside the Institute. Outside, she really couldn't be sure. She hesiatated for a split second at the threshold, wondering why her hands felt so empty.

Right. The radio. The radio that she threw at the monster out on the soccer field and was probably still out there, lying in the grass somewhere. With a quick eye-roll and a frustrated sigh, Melissa left the room without bothering to look for it, making a bee-line towards where she'd last met Lia.

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F16

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It didn't take Ururu very long to get to the next hallway, and that was good. Even better, there weren't any monsters on the way--or at least she thought there weren't. It was really dark without her flashlight though, and really scary. But she had moved fast, and that made it go by quickly at least.

Part of her just wanted to rush into Shiki's room, but Ururu knew she couldn't do that. It would be rude. So instead, the little girl knocked, then looked around in the dark as she waited for Shiki to answer. Then she knocked again, in case Shiki hadn't heard her the first time.

"Shiki-san." Ururu called out, not too quietly, but not too loudly either. Just in case something was in the dark. "It's Ururu."

Re: F16

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"Hi, Ururu-san," Shiki said, as she answered the door. While she had been waiting, she had done her best to explore the room itself, and had managed to find the flashlight under her pillow.

"I'm ready when you are," the redhead said, matching the other girl's quiet tone. "And I found a flashlight. Do I need anything else from here?"

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It was a pretty quick journey from one hallway to another, and it made finding the numbers even easier. Orihime's flashlight beam illuminated the little girl's legs, and Orihime raised it only a little so she could see without blinding her.

"Ururu-chan!" She greeted, keeping her voice somewhat low. The voice she didn't recognise must be Ururu's friend. Once she got close enough to see the other girl, she smiled at her. "Hello. Um, Ururu-chan said this was your room so I hope you don't mind me coming to pick you up too."

F11

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MOMO had every intention of staying in her room tonight--or at least most of the night, since there was something she wanted to do once she figured out whether or not to go out alone--but she was still going to change clothes. Even if it was only something as simple as an outfit, the fact remained that it was from home and that made wearing it comforting in a way.

She was nearly finished with the Doctor's voice rang out over the intercom a second time. And, though she frowned, she did her best to ignore his ranting. That worked at first, but the realian found herself freezing in place as he moved on to Special Counseling. Her own experience with that had been over a week ago, but that didn't mean it wasn't unsetting to hear the Head Doctor mention it as he did.

Taking a slow, deep breath, MOMO shook her head and finished adjusting the band on her upper arm. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about that; it was over. Done with. Nothing would change what happened, so allowing herself to get depressed all over again wouldn't do anyone any good.

Besides, Junior and the other History Club members were still going out there tonight. Hijikata said he'd let her know if anyone ended up needing to be healed, so she needed to be ready in case that happened. Closing her eyes, she hugged her bracelet to her chest and whispered a quick, "Please be safe," before slipping it onto her wrist.

Now all she could do was wait and think.

Re: F11

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Staying inside the room, MOMO soon learned, was not as easy as she had thought it would be. She found herself growing anxious as time passed, and she had taken up pacing by the time the radio clicked on.

The woman’s voice was welcomed in a way, and the Prototype listened carefully to what she had to say. Just like Jack used to do, she was offering clues to something. MOMO frowned slightly as she thought over the words. Deciphering information was something she was supposed to be good at, but this place made it difficult to be sure of anything...

Well, she wasn't going to be able to accomplish anything just sitting in her room. Even though she'd asked for the night off to rest, plus there was always a possibility of someone needing a healing before the night was over... As long as she returned quickly, maybe it wouldn't hurt to go out for a little bit.

Nodding to herself, as though trying to assure herself that that was true, the realian folded one of her maps in half and wrote a quick note on the back of the paper:

If you've come looking for me, I'll be back as soon as possible. Please feel free to make yourself comfortable and wait.

~MOMO

That taken care of, she picked up her flashlight and moved into the hall. Closing the door behind her, she left the paper sticking out in case anyone came by, then turned and headed down the hall.

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This was interesting. Callisto watched her roommate after the doors had unlocked. Frowning, she felt around under her own pillow for a similar device as the one the other blond had been using. It made light? She turned it around in her hands, looking for where the flame might be lit, but what looked like it might be the wick was covered in a clear material. (More plass-tick?) Tapping it with her finger, thwapping it against her leg... nothing brought about any results. What had the other woman done? Touched something on the side? Her hand found the switch and after pressing a couple times in the wrong direction she finally managed to turn it on -

- right into her face, causing her to cry out in shock and immediately point it away. Blinking furiously, she managed to get the spots to disappear from her vision after a few moments. Then she focused on the device. "Well," she said out loud. "What a weird little torch you are." She aimed it around the room, amazed at how it kept light directed as it did.

But enough of that! The door was open, so she was going out. It was time to find whoever was responsible for all of this.

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"Whatever," Alkaid spat when the night fell. She wasn't that interested in what some noob roommate of hers had to say, and that was that. What right did some weird-talking lady have to come in and tell her she was childish? So what if she wanted to eat her ice cream first. So what? She had no business telling someone she didn't even know how to eat.

Well, before she made a run for it, she had to prepare a little bit. She grabbed Badou's flashlight, staring at it for a moment for no real reason. Badou made her so mad, but sometimes maybe he could be okay. Giving a girl a flashlight and all. She had every intention of returning it, but he was always springing into things like an idiot, so maybe she'd hold onto it as long as possible.

The voice on the intercom was taunting them yet again, but Alkaid tried her best not to listen to a damn word he was saying. If someone had something to say to her, they could say it directly. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling of how creepy the laughing was.

...Shit. She had to go. She didn't want to be alone like this, or stuck in a room with some some bitchy supermodel.

"Later."

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Claire gathered her few supplies quickly the moment night fell and the lights went out. Clicking on her flashlight, she grabbed her radio in her other hand and gave one last glance around the room before turning and heading for the door. She didn't want to keep Peter waiting, and she hoped her dad had seen the note on the board and would find them there, too.

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