Nightshift 35: M91-M100 Hallway

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[M99]

Yuuhi finished his work, cutting the shirt up into smaller strips to be used for the fuses before he handed the scalpel back and started getting his own things ready for the evening.  The trip to town had made any kind of planning difficult, but he supposed that would be true for most of the patients.  Humming softly as he went about the room, gathering the metal from last night and his flashlight, it didn't take him long before he was ready to go. 

He said a short goodbye to Allie, then headed out the door.

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[godforsaken]

As usual, Sync didn't bother to speak to his roommate when he was escorted to his room, quite content with following through the same procedure he'd already done for the past several nights. So instead he merely contented himself by eating his dinner in silence, mentally mapping out his plans for what was to come tonight. While he didn't have much to prepare in terms of equipment, Sync knew he didn't need much to get the job done, or at least, if everything went as smoothly as he hoped.

Of course, if there was one thing he learned through his encounters with Luke and company it was that they shouldn't be taken lightly. Ah, but they were in a different setting now, which also meant different rules and thus a different style of battles altogether. And while he didn't have his artes to help him he was certain the others didn't have theirs either, and that meant he already had the advantage over each and every one of them.

The God-General made sure to travel lightly that night, picking up his flashlight and radio once the doors unlocked and made his way down the hallway.

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[M98]

[runner-up-robot.livejournal.com]

Alright, time for a personal status check.

His hair, odd as it was, was still tied back from the outfit he had earlier. Now he didn't have to worry about it getting in his face... well, there were still purple bangs at the edge of his vision, but it wasn't nearly so bad.
The wound on his ankle was bandaged and had actually partially healed (as he had discovered while trying to take off his bandages earler, much to the nurse's protests) - at least this body could repair itself, that was something.
The pain was much less, and he was ready for it, as long he didn't do any running, or... kicking people.

As for his room... he searched around as well, while listening to the second announcement. He found mostly useless things, like a radio and pens and paper, but under his pillow... a real prize! It could easily be used as a weapon, it had some heft to it and seemed plenty solid. What was it... a flashlight? He fiddled with the thing for a few moments before figuring out how to turn it on.

Now that he was armed and aware of himself, he was determined to do as much exploring as possible this night. He didn't know the way to the clinic Sheena had taken him to, so he needed to get the layout as best he could and make proper plans during the day - plan in the day, get things done at night, that seemed to be the flow of this place.

With that settled, he burst into the hallway, flashlight on.

M95

[no-barbarian.livejournal.com]

"Huh, whatever, guy," Teisel muttered as he listened to the announcements. He'd heard enough gloating monologues that he wasn't overly impressed (maybe just a little bit--that laugh was kind of spooky). Picking up his flashlight, Teisel headed for the door, once again mildly surprized that it was unlocked. If Mr. Intercom Loon didn't want them leaving, wouldn't it be simpler to just, well, keep the doors locked? Some people just weren't sensible.

Well, whatever. Spooky voice or not, Teisel was leaving, and there wasn't much some dramatic pencilneck with an intercom could do about it.

He was ready to make way when someone two doors down all but exploded out of his room. "What the hell?!" Teisel yelped, clutching his chest and aiming the light in the other person's direction. Oh. It's just some kid.

Lowering the flashlight, he tried to gather up the shreds of his composure, as well as coax his voice back down a couple octaves. "Give a guy a heart attack, why don't you? What's your problem, kid?"

This was not an auspicious start to the evening.

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[runner-up-robot.livejournal.com]

He had been hoping to get a jump on whatever happened to be in the hallway, but there were no monsters in sight... just a man shining a light in his face and shouting at him. A quick look-over confirmed he was a prisoner outfit, so no big trouble.

"Only if you don't blind me, old man." He blinked and shook his head a bit - stupid primitive, organic sensors. "I made a mess of last night, and I don't intend to waste this one, thank you very much."

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Brooklyn seriously hoped he got to keep the clothes he'd worn that day. They were far cooler than the gray uniform he'd been stuck with until now. Unfortunately, the pockets on the jacket weren't large enough to hold his new fist weapons, so he switched it for one of the longer robes in the closet. That had worked well enough before.

Once again... he had no plans. This was certainly becoming a running gag, wasn't it? He could almost place money on running into someone else that could use his help. At least he'd been able to make himself useful so far.

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M92

[yourtravelagent]

It took a while for him to realise he was awake.

Manny sat up in bed and groaned. He had never been in a coma before, but he thought he might've sampled a taste of it just now. They must've slipped him something, because he was having trouble remembering if he had returned here on his own. He'd been knocked out plenty of times, but at least then he'd known about it.

Martin had mentioned that today was the day they'd go into town. So why was he getting the feeling he'd slept through it?

Shaking his head, he got to his feet, swayed a bit, then noted an object sticking out from under his mattress. He pulled at it and smiled at what came free. The stuff he stole! ... He knew better than to try and figure out why they hadn't checked his pockets.

All he knew for certain was it was dark and that he was alone, which meant he was supposed to be out looking for someone.

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[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

The door swung open, and quiet footsteps halted just inside as it whispered shut again, accompanied by the downcast beam of a flashlight. Phoenix released a quiet breath, frowning at the indistinct darkness that lay in the general direction of his bed. He'd finally made himself come inside, having decided that staring down the hall wouldn't make Edgeworth come over any faster. Have a little patience, Phoenix. He isn't going to just teleport over here.

Rationally, he knew that he would have to wait. But the knowledge of everything that could possibly stand between their two rooms made him want to strike out and meet him halfway. It was a stupid idea, of course. He didn't even know where Edgeworth's room was, and even if he did have a better weapon than a battery-flail, he wouldn't feel right leaving the room unattended. His roomate had still been asleep when he'd returned, and he didn't feel right leaving an unconscious man alone in a place where there could easily be monsters with thumbs.

Maybe I'll read my file while I'm waiting, he mused to himself, turning his flashlight toward the center of the room and pausing as he saw Manny on his feet at the side of his bed.

"Oh, good. You're awake," he averted the beam quickly, not wanting to shine it in his roomate's eyes, and found himself smiling a little despite himself. The guy came off a little weird, but given what he'd seen of the staff here, he couldn't help being concerned when it looked like they'd rendered someone unconscious for the entirety of a day. Who knew what exactly they intended to do? "Are you alright?"

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[yourtravelagent]

Manny spun around quickly before he made it to the door, the sound of movement startling him. A calm expression came back to his face as soon as he recognised his company.

"Sure," he replied with forced brightness. "Wouldn't be the first time..."

He stood still for a moment, finding Wright as entertaining as always. He held back a yawn, busying himself by glancing over the room again. "So what was it like in town? Or was I not the only one playing hooky today?"

[wing-head.livejournal.com]

Dinner had been pretty good, considering he was trapped in a mental hospital in another dimension. Steve stepped out into the hall warily. He was still injured from last night, and checking the wound had revealed that it hadn't healed nearly as much as it should have.

In fact, if he overdid it, he'd probably reopen the wounds. As long as he was careful, it shouldn't be a problem though. Steve had his flashlight turned off, but still in one hand.

It probably wouldn't be a good idea to try to go through the sun room tonight. Hopefully he'd meet Logan in the halls, it'd be good to have someone he had worked with before watching his back.

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"Evenin' Steve, hope we din't keep ya waitin'." Logan's voice was slightly more raised now, and carried down the hall, likely before either Parker or Rogers had caught sight of one another. It was foolish pride, but occasionally it amused Logan to flaunt his powers from time to time. As the two of them drew closer, the Canadian motioned towards his roommate. "Introductions, I guess? Bein' as this web-head's only read abou' ya in school, apparen'ly. Spiderman, meet Captain America." He wasn't sure if he should chuckle, or scowl at the need to make this sort of introduction to two men who, before he'd joined them, had been working together for years where he'd come from.

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Peter did falter a little when Logan started calling out to someone who he couldn't see, but he ended up smiling once he realized what was going on. He knew what it was like to want to show off from time to time, after all, and in this place there weren't many chances to do that. They had to take them when they could get them.

So, Captain America. Peter paused and looked the blond over, finding it odd to be face-to-face (so to speak) with someone else who knew another version of him. It made him feel like he wouldn't match up somehow, which was the cause of some discomfort. Still, Logan had come to accept him, so he could only hope that he and Captain America (which was still such a doozy to think about) would click.

"Nice to meet you, I guess," he said, putting out his costumed hand.

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After spending the whole day in his room, Kaku was ready to go out and do some actual reconnaissance. In retrospect, a visit to the town would have been a good idea, as it would have let him get a look at the area around the institute. Well, Kaku knew he wouldn’t be getting out in one night; a situation like this couldn’t be rushed. He’d have to be careful.

When Landel had finished his little speech for the night, Kaku silently got up from his seat on the bed, and headed out the door.

So, Sanji had been right about the institute changing at night. Not too surprising, really, since the islands on the Grand Line were so unpredictable. The institute was either on an unknown island only the government knew about, or was very well-hidden.

But another world? That was just crazy. Not that it defied his expectations to hear something ludicrous coming from one of the Strawhat Pirates. However, the insanity of certain pirates was only a concern if he ran into them tonight, which he had no plans of doing.

Armed with only a flashlight and a pair of concealed pens, Kaku checked the hall. There didn’t seem to be many patients out in the halls yet, which sort of worked for Kaku. He wanted time to observe and adjust to the institute at night before he had to deal with the patients.

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[broken-babylon.livejournal.com]

It had taken Subaru longer than he'd expected to make a few defensive ofuda, but the effort would hopefully be worth it; he also thought that perhaps he should make a few other kinds of ofuda as well, though it seemed unlikely that any of the enemies in this place would give him the time to gather enough energy to use more powerful spells. Still, couldn't hurt to have them on hand just in case.

But for tonight, Subaru would have to make do with the smaller offensive spell he already had prepared, and the new shield spell if need be. If he tried to make any more ofuda tonight, he'd not have the strength to use them, so it was time to get going.

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[atoyboxworld.livejournal.com]

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The hallway between the room they had been in and this one was empty, making it seem that no one came here for any explicit purpose. Near thought it was a curious thing, considering that batteries had a finite life, and it seemed easiest to restock from these rooms, particularly if the Institute in turn replaced the stolen supplied daily. But then, most people did tend to operate in a manner that defied logic in many situations.

The teen hadn't hesitated when he turned the corner to the hallway which should have contained Brooklyn's room. This corridor too lack people or other creatures, which was fine. He pointed the flashlight to the ground, stopping near the corner of the previous hall, and addressed Brooklyn without turning to look at him.

"I can't lead you to your room, obviously. But if you could drop off that bag quickly, we can head upstairs." Near knew his perception of time was much better than that of most patients. There were still some hours left in this night, but Near also knew how quickly that could end. It was important that he get as much done as possible, particularly since he had no assurance that Brooklyn would again work with him another night.

[manhattan-red.livejournal.com]

As a gargoyle, Brooklyn would not pout over the way Nate continued to figure him out. (Though it was so much easier to accomplish with the features of a human face.)

He should have been leading the boy. That was the way things had gone when he'd been with L. However, there was only two of them, and he could protect him just as well from behind as he could from in front - better, possibly, because now he could immediately see if anything were to attack him. Though the chances of them being attacked in these hallways at all seemed slim. The patient blocks were generally safer than the rest of the building, as far as he'd seen.

It didn't take him long to deposit the pillowcase on his bed and then return. He still wasn't sure about Nate's attitude, but he was willing to put up with it for now. How could someone so small be so used to bossing others around?

[atoyboxworld.livejournal.com]

Near ignored Brooklyn's sudden sullenness, especially since it was apparently brought on by the statement of the obvious. If the man had thought his cover-up particularly clever, he was going to be in for a great deal of disappointment over the course of his life. Or even the course of the night, as Near didn't tolerate such useless efforts.

He watched as Brooklyn vanished into a room, taking note of which it was for his own benefit later on. When the man returned, he was greeted by silence; Near wasn't one for prolonged conversation, particularly when it served little purpose. Since he seemed ready enough to go, Near did just that. He halls were still quiet, and Near quickly made his way down, careful not to miss anything in the darkness.

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[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

Phoenix puttered around the room for awhile after Manny left. He'd intended to read the file, but as his roommate walked out the door, he found himself distracted by what seemed a more pressing matter -- that of finding or, more likely, improvising an acceptable weapon.

In the end, he stayed with his trusty battery flail. There was a bar in the closet, but he couldn't tear it from the wall, and it looked like he'd need something like a screwdriver to actually take it out. The drawers were too flimsy to make anything of, unless he thought he could shatter them and inflict deadly splinters upon his foes. The bed was useless, along with the desk. Even the chair was useless -- for something that held his weight so readily, there was absolutely no heft to it. He sighed deeply, scooting it back under the desk. "Maybe I can take the seat cushion and suffocate the monsters," he muttered sardonically, looking at the neat little pile of going-out supplies he'd stacked on the top of the desk, then back to the door. Edgeworth still wasn't here, and his impatience was beginning to bleed into a very real worry. If Edgeworth was late, it meant that something unexpected had happened that he couldn't easily brush away. In a place free of professional responsibilities, that narrowed the list of things that would delay him to a litany composed almost entirely of threats.

Hypocrite. Don't you remember what you told Gumshoe? he chided himself, even as his hands directly disobeyed orders and reached for his coat, pulling it on and piling the night's supplies into his pockets. Edgeworth knows what he's doing. He can take care of himself.

He pushed to door open, looking both ways before starting down the hall. "Just to the corner of the block," he muttered under his breath, clicking on the flashlight in his left hand and scanning the corridor as he walked. "I'm just going to meet him at the door."

[4lulzngiggles.livejournal.com]

Joshua found himself wondering what exactly he was doing. He'd waited in the hallway while his room mate had left, then had still waited while said room mate had come and gone again. By that point, he'd been forced to accept an obvious truth. His 'partner' had ditched him, and was probably going to get himself eaten at this rate. Brilliant. And Joshua without his cellphone to make a few discrete calls...

...well, there was only one thing to do. Time to take matters into his own hands and see if he couldn't find a better choice for a partner. Someone tall, strong, and innovative, hopefully.

He stopped and quietly giggled at that. That was exactly the opposite of his two choices thus far, wasn't it? Mm, yes, perhaps some variety was in order. Time to change things up!

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M92

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

Almost there. Phoenix adjusted his grip on the bat slightly, unsure if the handle was poking Edgeworth in the ribs. It was the sort of stupid little thing he could worry about in a reasonably quiet hall, well away from the scene of an attempted murder.

"This is a hospital, right? Is there any way to get our hands on some aspirin?" he asked, watching the room numbers slowly decrease on his left.

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"Not without you risking going out again," Edgeworth said pointedly. He inwardly cursed the fact that he had a bottle of Vicodin in his desk drawer, and would have slapped his own forehead if he had a free hand with which to do so.

"...and yes, Wright, if you try and go out again tonight, I will have to stop you. I'm not going to sit idly by and let you get yourself killed, injured or not."

This was suddenly even more reminiscent of the night he had been taken - that night, too, it had been Phoenix's room that they had gone back to. Tonight was just one bad memory after the other, and most of them could be traced back to two nights: the night his father had died, and the night he had been 'brought back'.

The voice was, thankfully, quieter now, down to a whisper rather than a clamor, and even that grew softer as they approached the end of the hall.

"It appears we've reached our destination." Thank God. "Um...will your roommate mind me being there?"

[tender-cruelty.livejournal.com]

Allelujah sighed when he finished the last little ball that would hopefully work as a smoke bomb if it dried well enough. He took the tray and slipped it beneath his bed, right to the back, in case he didn't have enough time to hide it in the morning. He rubbed his face to scratch an itch, leaving a black smear across his cheek. He grimaced and then wiped his hands over his shirt, wishing that there was something to clean them properly with.

He should do something tonight, really he should. He stood up with a sigh and went to gather his supplies. A few scalpels and razor blades in his pockets and two broken pipettes would arm him decently, but he also carefully poured out two small flasks of acid, stoppering them tightly. One of them was small enough to slip into his pocket if he was careful, and the other he carried, ready to throw it if he was attacked. Holding one of the pipettes defensively, he headed out into the corridor.

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