damned_institute | Nightshift 35: M71-80 Hallway

Tony grabbed his own flashlight from the desk drawer, rising from his chair for with a faint grimace for the twinge in his lower back. "There's probably an itemized list," he remarked blandly, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You know, play golf, kick a puppy, practice evil laughter, make psychotic announcement promising doom for all captives." He cocked his head toward the door, listening for a few seconds for the sound of movement or muttering. It was still difficult to believe there were no guards of the conventional sort, though he'd encountered none the night before. "Yeah, let's get going. Keep an eye out for any computers, too..." The attempt to find a phone during daylight had been a bust, but he could hardly imagine anything resembling a modern hospital running effectively without the use of modern electronics.

"Sounds about right," Wally said lightly, "but you forgot to add 'steal candy from orphans'. After all, insane psychos in charge of mental institutes need to eat too." He was still uncertain what to make of Tony, though he was pretty sure that if the guy would just stop being so bitter, they'd get along just fine. Well, tonight would be the chance to find out at any rate. If there was one thing he'd learned from the Justice League that held true pretty much everywhere, it was that almost getting eaten by monsters together was a great way to get over your differences with someone. It'd stopped him and Kal from arguing last night at any rate.

While Tony took his time checking to see if it was safe to leave, Wally merely pushed open the door and walked out into the hallway. "So, tools and computers? Gotcha." He turned on his flashlight, grateful that using it as a bug-bludgeon the night before hadn't seemed to affect it badly, and led the way down the hall.

After dressing, Armand tried to put everything Badou did out of his mind. When the lights went out, he was prepared with notebook and pens in one pocket and the remains of a doorknob with a folded pillowcase in the other.

These nighttime treks in the dark terrified him. He was always so happy to see his friends in their usual meeting spot. He stepped into the hallway and started. Unless he ran into trouble of some sort, this was one of the trips he could do with his eyes closed. It wasn't like he could see much with them open anyway.

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Sanosuke thought the curry was pretty damn good. More like what he was used to than the beef stew in town, even if it wasn't the home cooking he'd started to crave. Regardless, by the time night had started, the fighter had eaten his fill. There wasn't time to laze around and be content though; he had to get going to figure out what he and Kenshin were doing that night.

Cloud wasn't talking too much then, and Sanosuke wasn't going to press it too much. There'd been enough tension the night before. The way the fighter saw it, if they were going to get back together, it'd be easy enough to catch up with each other later. First thing was first though, and with a wave, Sano headed out, taking his flashlight with him, even though the thing was starting to dim a bit.

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/461746.html?thread=37332402#t37332402)]

His second night, and the pair of intercom messages before the doors unlocked was no less interesting than the previous night's. "Playing with ants," indeed...

If he didn't find the TARDIS tonight, he'd have a few questions for Kenshin, or Marcus, or anyone else who might have been in the hospital long enough to know the answers. Even if he did find the TARDIS, he had questions. He couldn't just leave straight away; not without figuring out what was even going on.

Dressed once more in the hospital uniform, complete with coat, he set out into the hallway, carrying his flashlight in his hand and the journal he'd found yesterday and a few pens in his pocket. Handy things, pens. Not as handy as, say, his sonic screwdriver, but one could never know when a pen might be useful.

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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.

Badou didn't say anything else to Armand as he left, except to stick his tongue out at the man's retreating back. He had bigger things to worry about. Like visiting an autopsy room in the middle of the goddamn night in a hospital full of flesh eating monster goth guys. How the hell did he get himself into this crap? He didn't even want anything special, just a few tiny matches. For which he needed a few tiny scalpels to exchange. For which he needed to go into a room full of dead bodies that might get up again and eat him.

Badou cradled his head in his hands, scanning the map one last time in vain. Of all the times he really, really wished Haine was around... At least the guy could pass for a zombie goth vampire wannabe. And spontaneously regenerate his organs if that didn't work out.

On the bright side, if he died there was fire in hell.

Badou sighed and went about grabbing the stuff he needed for the night - flashlight, maps, glorious but cruel cigarettes - and let himself into the hallway. He'd planned to live stingy until he got to the bottom of things, and here he was chasing his stupid habits. Thanks, bro.

...He still needed a partner. Like the one standing right there. Since when did he have a neighbour? "Hey, are you going out alone?"

"Huh?" Quickly as in a reflex, Kaiji flicked the switch of his flashlight and aimed it at the person who he assumed was talking to him, letting out a sigh after a quick look. The guy looked normal enough, although the inspection came to a stop when that right eye (or possible lack thereof) caught his attention - to think that they could have matched if Kaiji hadn't vouched to gamble over his ear. That patch made him curious, but not curious enough to ask: he was sure that this guy wanted to talk about his eye about as much as Kaiji wanted to discuss his fingers and ear.

Seeing that this person was probably not going to rip his face off or whatever, Kaiji subdued the light from his flashlight by placing his left hand over the bright end just as he had done the previous night, creating an orange, fleshy colored glow that accentuated the seams on his fingers. Although he was fairly positive that this person wasn't out to do anything nasty, Kaiji still frowned nervously at him. "Um, yeah," he answered in a quiet voice, not even completely sure what he was doing at this point. It was kind of embarrassing to admit that he was by himself for the night, especially since he only knew the locations of a handful of rooms.

"Hey, ow, what the hell man?" Badou covered his eye with his free hand, squinting and blinking rapidly to try recovering his vision. Why did people insist on blinding him? He just had the one working eye, for fuck's sake.

Then the light suddenly dimmed enough for him to see, and he caught himself staring down at the man's hand. There were seams along his fingers where they'd clearly been re-attached. Badou's skin crawled just a little. He'd seen similar injuries before but it was still a bit weird. He didn't ask.

"Yeah, don't do that. You'll get eaten or kinda maimed," Badou replied. "If you've got nowhere to go you can come along with me. Where you'll probably still get eaten or maimed. But at least you won't die alone?"

(from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/461936.html?thread=37395824#t37449328))

"It's just down here," Naomi added, gesturing vaguely down the hall. She didn't think she'd be interrupting anything. Or at least, anything she shouldn't be interrupting.

The other guy's protest of the sudden flash of light was essentially ignored: it was his own damn fault for showing up out of nowhere as far as Kaiji was concerned. At least he'd bothered to turn it down reasonably quickly.

Technically after last night's venture, Kaiji did know better than to wander off alone. Had he been by himself then, the autopsy room would have received a slick red overnight paintjob. As it was, he was lucky to have gotten away with just some soreness and scrapes and punctures from a set of claws. That didn't stop him, though: his options were to go out and try to find the trick to this place, or... There really was no 'or' about it. He knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep normally knowing that others were out here trying to sort things out, unless of course he ended up getting drugged (again) or just plain couldn't muster up the strength to move.

Was this guy being serious? Kaiji's expression took a turn for the 'somehow even more miserable.' His life might have fucking sucked, but he didn't want to end it. Especially not at the hands of some jerk over a speaker who sat around controlling mostly innocent people all day while apparently getting away with it flawlessly. He probably would've loved to be there, wouldn't he? Kaiji could just imagine some creepy bastard getting off on watching their collective demise.

He managed to calm himself down with a quick shake of his head. Obviously the other man was exaggerating, otherwise he wouldn't have even been going out in the first place. Unless he was suicidal. But in that case, he should have been able to find plenty of ways to off himself here already. "What about you?" Kaiji asked sharply, trying to sound unconcerned, "What's so important that you have to get done tonight that it made you come out here by yourself?" Whatever this guy was after must've been damn important.

Hopefully this wasn't going to turn into another 'radio clues' venture.

Ok, so he wasn't the best at convincing people to come along with him. At least he was honest about it. He really didn't know what was going to happen, so he might as well give the guy a heads up about what they were getting into at worst. Maybe in the process he could convince himself not to go that way.

The unlit cigarettes in his pocket reminded him of what a sorry job he was doing fighting against them by, well, existing. He needed matches, and right now he only had one way to get them. Why did his life have to suck significantly more than anyone who could make an expression as sorry as this guy?

Badou shrugged, "I didn't plan to go anywhere alone or I would be gone already. I need to get some scalpels. Are you coming or what?"

Oh dammit.

"Like the ones from upstairs?" Kaiji asked, already knowing that the answer was probably 'yes.' Where else would they keep scalpels? Well, probably a lot of places the way this place seemed to be run, but he only knew of one off the top of his head: his itchy bandaged stomach wouldn't let him forget about it for a while. Kaiji didn't want to go to the autopsy room again, especially if there was any chance at all that the creature from last night might reappear and try to exact its revenge on him, but on the other hand this guy seemed to need all the help he could get.

What had he learned about trying to help people?

The whole situation was worrying and annoyed him by principle, but then again just about everything here except for the fact that he was being decently housed and fed was. Kaiji hated the way that his brain worked. Somehow, regardless of how much he absolutely despised this scenario, he couldn't really help but go with it. What else was he going to do?

Kaiji started to take a few steps down the hallway unenthusiastically. "Fine, let's just get this over with."

Had she been teasing him just then? Man, women were so hard to figure out sometimes, but she still hadn't told him to get lost, so that was good.

As they got closer to her friend's room, though, Matsuda remembered the number that L had given him on his first day. M77...that was down this hall, all right. And he still thought she looked familiar...maybe this was the woman that he'd mentioned earlier. Naomi Misora, wasn't it? Killed by Kira, but didn't remember it. He had said that she was going by another name...

Couldn't hurt to ask. "...Maki, do you know Ryuza-- er, Ryuga?"

Naomi blinked, turning to look at Matsuda carefully.

"You know Ryu?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. Her demeanor and body language changed. From relaxed, joking and casual, she went to tense and wary. She had noticed how he started to say 'Ryuzaki' first. Which could only mean one thing - he'd known L from before the institute. Though what he actually knew about L, she had no idea.

Huh. Looked like it was her, or at least some other woman who knew L. Talk about coincidence.

It seemed like she was on guard now, though. He couldn't blame her, really, since so few people knew L to begin with, but he wasn't really anyone scary. How did she know L, anyway? Was she really Naomi?

"Yeah, I worked with him back home," he replied, nodding. "I was really kinda surprised to see him here."

"Worked with him?" Naomi wanted to ask for details, but she knew she probably wouldn't get any set answers. She knew she wasn't about to give any. Not when it came to L. She'd just ask him.

"Well, he's an old friend of mine," she said, vaguely. "And yeah, I was a little surprised to see him, too." Especially considering how that initial meeting in the Arts and Crafts room had gone. "I'm dropping off some tea and candy."

So there hadn't been any attack on the bus by the nurses. Or really anything at all. Hmf.

Tanaka kept mostly to himself during dinner, eating quietly, writing in his "journal" and waiting for the Doctor to unlock the doors. It was annoying to have to wait for an enemy to move first - not at all the Shofixti way - and it had just begun to really get to him when Landel finally deigned his captives with his disgusting melodramatic garbage. Giving a sigh of relief, Tanaka began grabbing supplies from his room. First things first: the Captain's flashlight, to return to him. Then his own flashlight, and the notebook with the Captain's vague map, tucked beneath his arm. Thus "loaded down" with supplies, the Shofixti fumbled with the door handle for a moment, before finally getting it open and exiting to the halls beyond.

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/461302.html?thread=37571574#t37571574)]

The Shofixti was still getting used to the idea of not being able to see in the dark, and it took him a few moments to realize that he had to switch on his flashlight. That done, Tanaka began moving down the hallway, glancing at the other prisoners as he did so. Including... hm. Apparently "Ms. Maki" had some business in this hall. He gave her a nod as he went past, and made a mental note to talk to her again. It had been nice to meet someone who seemed genuinely friendly here, rather than an ally of circumstance like ZEX, or a possible traitor like Usopp or his roommate.

Reaching the end of the hallway, he ducked behind one corner, and after checking to see if anyone was waiting behind it, quickly stepped out into the block's main hall.

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"More or less, yeah..." He still had to kind of wonder why L had even kept him on the team. Aside from screwing a few things up and being Kira-bait, he hadn't helped out near as much as everyone else. Not to mention Watari had been around to bring him his coffee, along with the giant trays of sweets, so he hadn't really needed Matsuda to do it.

...Well shit, now he was curious.

"Oh, I'm sure he'll like that," he replied to her other comment, nodding. "And...if you could find any sugar packets, he'd probably need about six of them for the tea." Actually, did they even have sugar around this place? Where had she gotten the candy? Matsuda glanced at her curiously. "Where'd you get them?"

"Patient storage," Naomi said, not surprised that Matsuda hadn't offered any further explanation. She'd just ask L about it, and get the information on the man. She didn't bother to tell him that she'd taken them out of L's box.

"Well, I don't even know if we have any way of making tea, but...." It was the thought that counted?

Having reached L's room, Naomi paused awkwardly in the hall.

"Well, if you know him, I guess you can come in...."

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