damned_institute | Nightshift 35: F11-F20 hallway

Once the intercom had quieted and Martin Landel had finished his taunting, Momo slowly rose to her feet and stretched her arms. Her lips tightened when she felt the pull on the stitches in her torso wound, but she pushed it away. Without a word to Anya, the shinigami left the room.

She had quieted her mind and was focused on the task at hand - putting that Noah in her place.

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The night started more suddenly than she'd thought and she instantly moved, grabbing the box of others' possessions and her notebook full of files. A quick look around the room reminded her of her staff, and she grabbed it as well as a pair of gardening gloves.

It was never wrong to be cautious.

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Sheena Arrived at Raine's room and leaned up against the door frame, one foot up against the opposite side and knocked on the door. With a flick of a hand, her cards appeared and she casually fanned herself, looking very bored.

Raine hadn't been sure what was more of a relief, getting back to "safety" before dark or not having to answer any more questions. Either way... when she heard Sheena knock, she surmised that the only thing that had changed was that now she could in theory at least walk away if she wanted.

And failing that, I don't have to be subtle about smacking her.

"Hi," she said, opening the door. She was still wearing the trip outfit; if nothing else, it was a welcomed change.

"Hey," Sheena replied, still looking rather bored. She fanned herself a moment longer before she ducked under Raine's arm and slipped into the room, long ends of her sorta-obi fluttering behind her.

She started poking around curiously in what was obviously Raine's half of the room. Books. What a surprise.

"What are you doing?" Not that anything but her journal was remotely private, and she was holding that (along with another book).

They didn't actually need to hurry, but if Sheena started asking certain questions, Raine was leaving for M35 if the ninja followed her or not.

"Looking," She replied, clasping her hands behind her back and giving Raine a knowing smile. She turned back and continued to wander through the room.

"You keep anything else of hers?"

"..." Why was this topic so fascinating? Because Sheena thought Raine needed a love besides studying?

Turning it around on her instead of answering, Raine replied, "Do you keep anything of Zelos'?"

Oh... that bitch! Raine was using dirty tactics. Which, sadly, worked.

Sheena went completely still, a book half-opened, and her shoulders stiffened. She ground her teeth together, eyes narrowed as she was trying to decide whether to go off on Raine or...

Shutting the book with a slam, the ninja whirled around and stomped right up to Raine, stopping mere inches away to meet her eyes with a furious glare. Her lip twitched as if she wanted to growl or something similar. A flick of her wrist and a card was in her fingers. A moment of tension longer and Sheena turned away from Raine and stalked away.

"That was a low blow, Raine," she snapped. "Don't you DARE ever insinuate that I care ANYTHING for that Idiot Chosen AGAIN! He can rot in a grave for all I care. Come on!"

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In the end, Anise didn't get a chance to talk to her roommate, which had her disappointed and even a little worried, considering the circumstances of the last time they had seen each other. Unwilling to let her mind wander into the realm of depressing 'what if's, Anise focused on her dinner, finishing all of it well before the nighttime announcements began.

She was still a little hungry, having eaten very little before dinner, so she wandered over to the dresser and picked up the small bag of cookies that sat on it. They had been sitting there a while, but she was sure they were still good. Anise sat on her bed and ate just a couple before she found her appetite waning as her thoughts wandered to visitor's day. The next one was tomorrow, wasn't it? Maybe her parents were going to come to see her again... As much as she wanted to see them, the thought of them thinking and saying weird things again made her feel sick.

It wasn't long before the announcement came on. Anise looked up from the bag in her lap, listening to the Head Doctor's words. Five patients in experiments and one in special counseling? That solved one mystery, at least: Anise had been wondering why she had been taken for counseling when she was sure it was the wrong night for that.

The announcement that followed was creepy as ever, but that wasn't anything new. Anise knew by now not to let the Head Doctor's threats get to her. Since there was no bulletin access all day, she didn't have any plans made, but she supposed she ought to return the key the Colonel had lent her. There was a small pouch on the back of her Tokunaga doll, and while it was too small for most useful objects, it was perfect for something that size. She slipped the key inside, placed the doll on her back, and made her way out of the room.

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By the time night began, MOMO was still at a loss as to what to do. It was in her best interest to take a break and actually use the night to rest, but she didn't feel entirely comfortable doing so. She was supposed to have spent the previous night resting, so the idea of taking an additional night off made her feel guilty. She knew it was silly to feel that way, but it was the truth.

With a sigh, she opted to start the night as any other and simply go from there. That meant changing into her usual outfit, which she did, although a little slower than normal. Unfortunately she still hadn't figured anything out by the time that task was complete.

Finally, the realian settled for sitting on her bed, scooting back so her back could rest against the wall. A few minutes of rest wouldn't hurt anyone.

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Lucky for Okita, his memory was still good despite his physical state. He found the right hall and began counting down the room numbers until he realized that F11 had to be at the very end. By now, the walk here had tired him out, so he took a moment to rest up against the wall before he finally made it to MOMO's room. He hoped he was in time to catch her and that he wasn't disturbing her, but he needed to be in shape for the upcoming night. Hijikata was waiting for him, and if he wasn't, that was just all the more reason he needed to be healed.

Coming up on F11, Okita raised a hand and knocked lightly on the door, listening intently for any signs of someone within. "MOMO-san? This is Okita Souji... Are you in?"

Although not knowing what to do was frustrating, it seemed MOMO's indecisiveness hadn't been such a bad thing after all. At the very least, it meant she hadn't missed a visitor. She couldn't know for sure what the motive behind the visit was, although it was easy to guess, but she was grateful nonetheless.

"Ah, one moment!" The realian slid off the bed and smoothed out her skirt as she went to answer the door. It was a little surprising to see that Okita had come alone since people usually traveled with at least one other person (although she really had no right to comment about that), so she was glad to see that he didn't look as though he'd had any trouble along the way.

"Good evening!" MOMO smiled and started to bow, but quickly thought better of it and offered a small curtsey instead. "How may I help you?" she asked, moving aside so he could enter the room.

When he heard someone moving about inside and a familiar voice call out, Okita felt a little bit of relief flood over him. Hopefully MOMO was feeling better than the last time he saw her, or he'd feel terrible for asking her to heal him. Without a doubt, he needed it, but he wasn't about to place further strain on an ally just for his own comfort.

The door opened and Okita put on his best smile in an attempt to hide his fatigue. He'd rushed with Guy over here, which did little to help his injuries, but he'd made it in time and that was what mattered. "Good evening," he said as he returned her curtsey with a bow. It didn't look like MOMO was preparing to go out for the evening though. Inside the dim room, he saw none of the preparations that most people would put into the nightshift. Leaning against the door frame for a moment, Okita smiled apologetically and pointed at his injured side. "I was wondering if you might be able to help me with this?"

Now that she knew for certain why Okita had come, MOMO was even more glad that she had stayed in while trying to figure out what to do. She would've felt horrible if she had been gone when someone came to the room for help.

"Of course! I'd be happy to," she said with a nod. "If you could tell me what the problem is exactly, that'd be great. Otherwise feel free to sit down and make yourself comfortable if you'd like." Healing didn't typically take long enough to where standing became a burden, but it was usually easier when they were sitting. Of course, she wouldn't press it if Okita was more comfortable standing.

Okita wasn't sure how a person healed anyone, but after seeing Heiji be in a wheelchair one day and fine the next, he was certain it had to be amazing. Moving inside once MOMO offered him a seat, he looked from what he assumed to be her bed to her roommate's and took the latter. It would have been inappropriate to sit on MOMO's bed, seeing how she was still in the room.

Telling her the problem was relatively simple, as long as he didn't overthink the question. He really didn't need to tell her about the trek ahead of him or how he was probably dying of some incurable disease at the moment. Small steps first. He smiled nonchalantly as he spoke of his injuries. "The other night I was stabbed through the side and it's been quite stubborn in healing. A rib or two was broken, but the sword seems to have missed most of my internal organs."

MOMO closed the door behind him, before turning to follow him into the room. As he explained his injuries, she listened quietly but gave another short nod.

Broken ribs seemed to be a fairly common injury in this place, she noted with a frown. That was certainly better than some of the alternatives, but it was still upsetting. Considering the setting they were in, it was important that they be able to move and be able to defend themselves properly if the need arose; waiting for injuries such as broken bones to heal naturally put them in a disadvantage in that regard. That had to be the single most reason MOMO was glad to be there--if nothing else, her healing abilities were at least useful.

"Okay, thank you. It shouldn't take too long, so we can get started as soon as you're ready." The realian paused, and then extended her hand. "Um, I do have to ask that you give me your hand, though. I'm afraid I have to be in contact with the person for the spell to take effect, you see..."

"Ah, I see." Okita smiled and took MOMO's hand gently, looking at it as he did so. Her hand was so small compared to his and he almost felt like it was...cleaner? Her hand had blood on it, but it was blood gained in healing not killing like his. Her hands were better suited to the world than his. His hands were dirtied and calloused like a warrior's should be, but not how he wished for them to be.

Now that he had his hand in hers, though, he wondered just what was going to happen. Looking to MOMO now, he tilted his head as he waited to see.

MOMO smiled once more as Okita took her hand. She had yet to meet someone who was adverse to the idea of physical contact, which was a good thing. She hadn't yet figured out a way to work around that necessity.

"I'll need you to tell me once you're feeling better, okay? I'm not able to monitor the progress here, so just give the okay when you want me to stop." With that said, MOMO took a deep breath and closed her eyes. A moment later, the faint glow of light appeared around her hands, signaling the successful Ether cast.

It was a good thing that Okita knew enough about how bones felt as they healed that he knew when to stop. He didn't wish to tire MOMO out and he knew full well that using powers here tended to drain the user. Still, he couldn't help but watch in fascination as her hands began to glow and he could feel his injuries heal. The skin closed up and the outer wound healed first, and then the bones began to stitch back together. It was a very strange feeling, but he'd felt it before, just at a much, much slower pace. Magic was such an interesting art. He wished he had the ability to learn these things as easily as he had the sword, but everyone had their limits and his, unfortunately, was being a mere human.

A minute or two later, Okita felt that he would be fine for moving around and he squeezed MOMO's hand. "I think that should be enough." The ribs were healed and he was no longer in danger of bleeding. "Your skills really are amazing, MOMO-san. I've never seen such a feat before."

She knew that it was more difficult to heal when she was hurt herself--the other night had been proof enough of that--but that expectation didn't make it any easier. MOMO was afraid she wouldn't be able to hold the spell long enough, but thankfully Okita spoke up before her energy gave out.

"Th-thanks," she said quietly, bringing a hand to her head as she sat on the bed. "It's one of the only things I'm able to do here, so... So I'm happy to help." Heiji had said something similar when she healed him, hadn't he? It was strange to think that something that was common back home was unusual elsewhere.

After a few breaths, MOMO dropped her hand an opened her eyes, although she had to blink a few times before getting a clear image of Okita. "Are you feeling okay now, Okita?"

As soon as he was healed and he had let go of MOMO's hand, he noticed something was wrong. She seemed faint, almost dizzy as she sat down. Obviously, using her skills had drained her and Okita wondered what he could do to help her. Not that he had much in the way of powers himself, or really, any at all, but he could try. He waited, watching MOMO closely to make sure she would be alright and then cautiously leaned forward, peering at her face. "I'm feeling much better, but what about you?"

Healing was nothing to shake a stick at, and Okita sincerely appreciated the job MOMO had done. No one else he knew of could do what she did, so it truly was both a godsend and a talent. "What you do is indispensable, MOMO-san. Don't sell yourself short."

She was thankful to have Okita confirm that he was feeling better, but she wished the question hadn't been repeated at her. While the concern was appreciated, MOMO didn't like causing anyone to worry.

"I'm okay, thank you," she repeated, putting on a small smile. "Healing takes up a lot of energy, so I just need to rest for a few minutes and I'll be fine... Please don't worry." Resting for more than 'a few minutes' would probably be better, but it wasn't so bad once the initial dizziness faded.

"Thank you again, though."

Resting would probably be the wise thing to do. Okita wished he could stay and be sure that she did get the rest she needed, but there was someone waiting for him, or so he hoped. If he waited much longer, Hijikata might head down to his room and they'd miss each other. Of course, if that was the case, Okita would feel much better in the morning when his commander charged into the cafeteria and scolded him like a nagging mother for going out when he was injured.

He really, really hoped he'd get scolded.

Standing up, Okita adjusted the sword at his side and smiled at MOMO, trying to dismiss the doubts from his mind. Hijikata would be in his room. He had to be. "No, thank you. I'll be able to accomplish what I need tonight because of you. But do rest, hm? If there is ever anything I can do for you, please let me know. Until then, I must be going. I'm supposed to meet someone, I think."

He hated to leave her like this, but he had to catch up with someone. Bowing in thanks and happy to feel his ribs not scream at him in pain for the action, Okita slipped out the door and headed down the hall.

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Ururu couldn't move as fast as she wanted without a flashlight, but she tried not to take too long to get to the first room. There weren't any monsters in the halls, and that was a good thing; Ururu couldn't fight very well when she couldn't see at all. Plus, she wanted to get to her friends soon, since they hadn't made any plans to meet. It would be bad if everyone went off on their own.

So the little girl came up to Shiki's door a few minutes after she left her room, and knocked quickly. Hopefully the older girl was still there, and would answer. If she didn't, Ururu would have to go inside without being invited, and she didn't really want to do that.

Shiki had spent the few minutes after dinner quickly rounding up her things, and this time taking a pillowcase with her. She was just about to open the door to go out when she heard the knock, and answered quickly.

"Hi, Ururu-chan! I take it the rest of the day was pretty good for you?" Shiki smiled, but the smile faded quickly. "That was a pretty scary intercom announcement, huh? I hope everyone is okay."

"Anyway, I have a question for you. I explained about Mr. Mew, right? Do you think you can show me where the Arts and Crafts room is, if you don't have any plans? Or if you do, I don't mind going with you. But I think I want to get started on making - well, it won't be exactly the same, but it'd at least be something."

It could wait if it needed to - if any of her friends were involved in those experiments she wanted to try and rescue them.

Ururu stepped back when Shiki opened the door, nodding when the older girl asked about the rest of her day. It had been good, though not so much as tag had been before Kurogane went up onto the roof. And the announcement was scary, but they were always scary. Ururu wasn't used to it, but she didn't want to think about it so much either.

"I remember." Ururu had listened carefully then, and she did so now. She could understand why Shiki wanted to go--Ururu wanted her strength back too, and she still had some of hers. But there had been something else that she wanted to do, and that she still wanted to do.

"Um, we can go there. But first, I wanted to check and see if Orihime-san has left." She'd also wanted to check on Fai-san, but Orihime was more likely to use all her power and need someone to catch her afterward. Maybe Fai-san would be okay even if Ururu didn't check on him.

"Orihime-san's room is close by. It wouldn't take long to look." Ururu really hoped Shiki didn't mind, like she said.

"Oh, of course! I'm worried about everyone, really, because of that announcement. If there's anyone besides Orihime-san that you want to check on, that's fine, too. I'd much rather make sure everyone's safe before heading out."

Shiki sighed a little. It was a shame she hadn't gotten everyone's room number - she had spoken to a lot of people that day. But then again, if they spent the whole night just checking on everyone, then that wouldn't leave much time left for trying to gather the plushie-making supplies she would need.

"Hey...you don't have your flashlight. Here. Take mine. I'll follow you," she said, holding the flashlight out. "Don't worry. I'll be fine, and I'll stay close."

Ururu thought it was very nice of Shiki to offer her flashlight, but the little girl shook her head. "No, you should hold it. If something bad tries to attack us, I'd drop it when I went to fight. That's how I lost my flashlight before. You can still follow me though." It would be better if Ururu went first, after all. That way she could protect Shiki better.

"Um, the only other person whose room number I know is Fai-san." And Ururu did want to check on Fai-san, but she didn't want to make Shiki wait too long. "And Fai-san doesn't stay in his room long if we don't have plans. It's a bad habit of his. Kurogane-san's the same way."

So as much as she did want to check on Fai-san, Ururu thought it might not be a good idea. She did know Orihime was close, however, and the little girl began to head down the hall, making sure Shiki followed.

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Rose grabbed her torch as soon as night fell and headed out, completely ignoring her roommate. She really wanted to find the Doctor and explore a bit. They really needed to find the TARDIS tonight.

As she stepped in the hallway, her stomach growled angrily. She hadn't eaten nearly enough today, and she'd wolfed down supper really fast. Maybe she'd be able to convince the Doctor to find the kitchen as well as the TARDIS.

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