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Nightshift 34: F21-30 Hallway

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SHE'D FALLEN ASLEEP?!?

Falis stood in the middle of her room STARING at her roommate's sleeping form. "No, no, no, no! This isn't fucking happening," the bounty hunter growled as her stare turned into a furious glare. "You need to get your ass out of this room tonight."

No response. Senna continued to sleep peacefully, unaware of the blonde with the barely contained rage focused on her. Granted, this was Falis' fault for not making it clear right away that the room was off-limits for the night, but even she didn't fall asleep that fast and that soundly. And certainly not when there was a very dangerous, very angry person practically standing over her.

Fuck.

Falis clenched and unclenched her hands a few times and then whirled around, her temper getting the better of her. She snatched her sword up off the bed and, pivoting, brought it down upon Senna. It was only the realization that her roommate's decapitated corpse laying in the room would probably completely turn Hokuto off that caused the bounty hunter to halt her blade a mere breath away from Senna's head. She stepped back and stared down at her roommate, occassionally raising her sword as if to slash down at the sleeping form again before lowering it.

She eventually started to pace as she waited, frustrated and upset, toeing that line of just letting her rage take her over and killing her roommate. How DARE she fall asleep?!? Falis paused in her pacing to lash out at Senna, only stopping herself partway through the stroke again. She shook her blade at the girl as she trembeled in contained rage.

Why TONIGHT????

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[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/421130.html?thread=34713354#t34713354)]

With the door closed, hearing Anya was usually possible. With it half-open, it was almost impossible to miss her.

Angel pushed the door open a little wider and stepped inside, shutting it behind him.

"I thought we should regroup," he said. "Figure out what we're looking for first before we go looking."

Edited 2008-08-15 03:16 (UTC)

[collecting her knight from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/420620.html?thread=34727180#t34727180)]

Momo hadn't gotten to the door before it closed. She'd seen the figure of a tall man enter the room, but he was quick to shut the door behind him and the shinigami wasn't about to call out for him to hold the door. Since Signum's roommate was Willow and, because of Anya, Momo had been keeping an eye on the board, she assumed the man was Angel.

She stood outside the door and counted to thirty - backwards - before knocking on it. She didn't really want it to seem like she'd just missed the door. Even if it was the truth.

Signum had laid out her collection of weapons and was in the process of strapping on the forearm guards she'd liberated from the recreation field shed, apparently oblivious to Willow's friends- Anya's greeting had instantly convinced her not to talk to them. They were definitely not her sort, and in her current foul mood her terseness would probably come off as outright hostility.

When the knock came she moved to open the door for herself, correctly presuming that if the visitor had come so soon after Angel but not followed him in they would not be one of Willow's allies. She'd thought it might be Momo, but she was relieved to see the shinigami anyway- besides providing her an excuse to leave her crowded room, her friend's appearance meant she'd have something concrete to do tonight.

"Wait a second," she said, disappearing back into the room for her arms.

At the knock, Anya glanced over her shoulder at the door, but made no move to open it. So she was surprised when it turned out to be her own roommate.

Maybe Momo was following her. This had better not turn into one of those bad horror movies Xander had made her watch. At least she didn't have a phone, so nobody could call it from inside the house.

But no, Momo seemed to be here for Willow's roommate, a girl whose presence Anya had thus far successfully managed to ignore - a practice she wasn't about to give up on now.

She turned back to Angel, to answer his query. "I'm looking for freedom," she offered, wondering if that was the sort of answer he was looking for.

"Hey, Momo," Willow greeted the new arrival, not giving her appearance at the room a second thought. It was obvious to her, after that one night, that the woman was here for Signum, an assumption that proved itself true when Signum spoke. The redhead gave her roommate one last tentative smile and then turned her attention back to her own two friends. If 'friends' was the right word.

"We're looking for a way out," she answered Angel, her brow furrowed. "And I don't know about you, but a giant ballroom for a basement doesn't exactly scream 'I'm normal.'"

Angel only gave Momo a nod before glancing back at Willow and Anya. Okay. Not quite what he'd been talking about, but he hadn't exactly been clear.

"I meant along less broad terms," he replied, keeping his voice low enough to not disturb the other two in the room. "We can't just keeping walking around hoping we can bump into a portal before something tries to eat us. Again. Look, how much do you know about glamours? Either of you."

Momo nodded to Signum and then turned her attention to the greeting she received from Willow. "Rosenburg-san," she replied with a shadow of the normal smile she had for those she knew. "Angel-san, Anya-san," she added on, just to be polite.

Since the others were in conversation, the shinigami decided to leave them be. "I'll be in the hall," she said to Signum, before turning away from the door, partially closing it as she went to give the others some privacy. She leaned back against the wall across from the door and kept an eye out for anything worth dealing with.

When the knight's small armory had been secured about her person to her liking she returned to the door, offering only a wordless nod to Willow as a farewell before slipping out of the door.

"I'm ready," she reported to Momo, wondering what exactly she was ready for. She didn't do a whole lot during the day, but getting confined to her room had been a mistake. She had no idea if anything out of the ordinary was going on within their group or the larger institute. Good that she had Momo, at least...

[[Heading on down to our own thread in the hall proper, I expect.]]

[down to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/422653.html?thread=34846461#t34846461)]

"Well," Anya said slowly, because she always found silence a little awkward.

She glanced back and forth between the other Scoobies, before throwing out her answer to Angel's latest question. "I know about glamours. A bit." She rounded on the vampire, her brow creasing in confusion. "Why?"

"You think this place is a glamour?" Willow asked, just as confused as Anya was. "But... they usually only last a few minutes." She'd experimented with them once, used them as components of spells, but in her experience, they did not last for very long at all. "I mean... if you're right, then this one is lasting for..." she paused, momentarily at a loss for words. "Whatever period of time it's... lasting for," she finished weakly, once again reminded that no one really seemed to have a solid concept of time in this place. Willow was pretty sure she'd been here for less than a week chronologically, but while it was Halloween the day before she arrived, someone on the bulletin board had figured out that it was currently July.

"But what if there was a way to carry on an illusion for longer? I mean, time limits on a spell are usually set by the amount of power sustaining it, right?"

Was he on to something here? Angel couldn't even really say for sure, but it was worth a shot. It was the most solid thing he'd gathered since arriving here, at any rate.

"What I'm trying to say is, everything that's happening here, it's defied every law of nature, physics, and time, and the only way that could happen is through a mystical influence. If I'm right, we're trapped inside the field, and if we are, then our way out won't be anywhere in here. It'll be beyond it. And my guess is, this probably extends as far as the town."

Anya knew where Angel was going with this, and it wasn't into the basement. "Landel made it seem like we can go outside the walls now," she recalled. "But he said it wouldn't do any good. The basement's being guarded by clowns and a thing wearing a pyramid on its head. Clearly, there's something important down there they don't want us to find."

She glanced between the others, trying to find a hole in Angel's logic. "Fine," she sighed eventually. "If you want to. But when we're all eaten by pumas, I get to say I told you so."

"Well... yeah," Willow answered Angel's first question, trying and failing to think of a way to counter-argue the point. "But that would have to be a lot of power. It's not easy to find such large amounts."

Were they still back in their own world, Willow would have seen the logic of Angel's argument and agreed that it was the only possible way something like this could be pulled off. The one flaw this time was that they weren't in their own world. Their laws didn't apply here. Angel didn't get it because he didn't grow up on the fictional characters that Willow was meeting here every day, in the flesh and completely believing their own worlds were real. There was something much bigger going on here, and Willow still completely believed that the way out lay in the answer to the question of 'why,' not 'how.'

But, she had to admit, Angel did have a point. And right now, it was their only lead.

She sighed as Anya agreed to the expedition. "Okay. But if we don't find anything tonight, then we're trying something else next time."

"Maybe," Angel said. "Look, I don't know what'll fall through and what won't, but we might as well line our options up and start knocking them down. If this doesn't work--" He glanced at Willow. "Like you said. We try something else and...Anya gets to say I told you so."

He pushed open the door. "Come on."

[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/420620.html?thread=34942220#t34942220)]

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