Kaiji was asleep. No, wait, fuck, he was awake. Goddammit, why couldn't he just stay asleep? Kaiji's various plans for the night had all fallen apart before they even had a chance to start: despite his speculation about the dinners here, it didn't take long for him to give in to temptation regardless of the (hypothetical) consequence of loading up on food. Not that it mattered. He was going to sleep it off and he wasn't going to trip out on anything and it was all going to be reasonably good in the morning and he would be able to explain everything that happened last night in a way that kind-of sort-of maybe made sense. That's what he figured, anyway.
Except then that creepy, irritating-as-hell voice came crackling over the intercom and Kaiji wanted to hunt down and beat the man producing it at his own game as soon as possible. Like some pied piper it called out to him: by the time the announcement ended, he had already rolled out of bed, shouted a "Fuck you!" in response, and snatched up his flashlight. It didn't take much longer before he stepped out of the room, determined once again to actually accomplish something overnight.
So he was out in the hallway at night again. Alone. Without anyone else. By himself.
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Kaiji was asleep. No, wait, fuck, he was awake. Goddammit, why couldn't he just stay asleep? Kaiji's various plans for the night had all fallen apart before they even had a chance to start: despite his speculation about the dinners here, it didn't take long for him to give in to temptation regardless of the (hypothetical) consequence of loading up on food. Not that it mattered. He was going to sleep it off and he wasn't going to trip out on anything and it was all going to be reasonably good in the morning and he would be able to explain everything that happened last night in a way that kind-of sort-of maybe made sense. That's what he figured, anyway.
Except then that creepy, irritating-as-hell voice came crackling over the intercom and Kaiji wanted to hunt down and beat the man producing it at his own game as soon as possible. Like some pied piper it called out to him: by the time the announcement ended, he had already rolled out of bed, shouted a "Fuck you!" in response, and snatched up his flashlight. It didn't take much longer before he stepped out of the room, determined once again to actually accomplish something overnight.
So he was out in the hallway at night again. Alone. Without anyone else. By himself.
What now? He hadn't thought that far ahead.