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Nightshift 35: M71-80 Hallway

Wally frowned in confusion at the intercom announcements. CM-US Experimental Trials? Special Counselling? He wasn't sure what either of those things were, but considering this place, they could hardly be good. And the following announcement didn't do much to reassure him. "You know, that's what I like about this place," he commented dryly to Tony. "You can always rely on the crazy to show up right on schedule." He stood up as the doors clicked open and stretched, paying particular attention to the muscles in his legs before rummaging around behind his pillow for his flashlight. "So, you wanna go and see about that maintenance room?" His lips quirked into a familiar smile. "I figure with two of us, at least someone will be able to get something useful while the other plays monster bait."

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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.

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.

[gone down the halls to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/454507.html)]

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.

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.

(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.

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.

The Star Dragon Sword thought it strange that Ryuzaki hadn't been there with him at dinner. His roommate had once mentioned how his previous one had disappeared. Had the same happened to Ryuzaki? While he didn't want to admit it, the Star Dragon Sword felt slightly worried over the disappearance. Ryuzaki was the only intelligent sack of flesh inside this institution, and to lose him would only result in any further interesting conversations.

He would have to look into it later, but for now, he had to worry about that damn Dawn Rune Bearer.

[Stalking through to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/461936.html?thread=37623152)]

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Mikami had made it without mishap, so long the invitation to this room wasn't a sort of trap in the first place. He had received no real warning that Crane might be planning something, but Mikami knew from experience he couldn't trust anyone, and thought that any fight might actually turn out even between them, considering his own level of injury compared to the other man's. He was undoubtedly stronger, physically, but in this situation it was hard to tell unless it was tested. Mikami hoped it wouldn't have to turn out that way.

And so he reached out and rapped several times on the door, relieved to a fault that although the patient uniform wasn't much better, he was no longer suffering the "clothes" he had been made to wear to town.

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/458376.html?thread=38088584#t38088584)]

"I might not be getting hurt, but he is," Ritsuka said softly. "I can't do anything to help him here. He's fighting to protect me, and I can't even do the same for him."

He'd never felt so useless in his life. Even when his mother beat him, she was at least getting something out of it. He took care of her afterwards and tucked her into bed. He made sure she ate and that she had hope for the future. Even for someone who didn't want him, he had been able to help. Here, he couldn't do anything but tell Soubi to make friends while Ritsuka lost all of his. Useless.

As they turned the corner into Soubi's hallway, Ritsuka felt his stomach drop. A cold chill ran down his back and he felt a strange headache coming on. He stopped for a moment and put a hand to his head, but the feeling cleared soon enough and he continued on. "If I were any good at being a Sacrifice, he wouldn't be getting hurt here at all."

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