Nightshift 36: M21-M30 Hallway

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((Specifically M22))

Pain. Adelheid suddenly felt a stab of agony radiating from his right eye, where that ghostly woman had brushed up against him. He could feel the lines of the tattoo starting to spread across his skin, the pain extending until he nearly couldn't think straight.

And he had things to do, people to meet and weapons to make. Adelheid gritted his teeth and swore he would make it through. It was just pain, right? Just pain... he could endure that. He had to endure it.

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M28

[atoyboxworld.livejournal.com]

When the night time announcements came, Near made no move to head out the door. It was more familiar, to be the one waiting as opposed to the one expected to advance. It certainly was easier to focus as he sat at his desk, pushing his car around the tray which had once held a whole dinner, and now held less than half of a half. Commander Rester would be proud.

Already he was planning for that night, considering the routes he would take, and the adjustments to his previous ideas that were necessary. New patients coming in meant that the hall Near had utilized the night before no doubt would be filled, and in turn, that meant he would be wasting his time to check on the supplies himself. That had become a question for the bulletin (which, he had observed, people seemed more likely to answer in the morning than later in the day).

On the plus side, that meant he and Brooklyn could head upstairs sooner. Near wanted to take a look at the chemical closet before anyone else got there to take an inventory, and of course to procure whatever he might need. In order to best do that, however, the teen knew a second trip to the janitor's closet would be necessary; there along with additional supplies, a second hand truck could be obtained. Using the same method from the night before would give desired stability to the chemicals when they were transported, something that was all the more important when such things were in their natural state as opposed to having already been made into toilet cleaner.

But first, his flashlight. Hopefully Brooklyn would remember to bring it along with his bag from the night before. Otherwise there would be another side trip before the main tasks began.

Re: M28

[manhattan-red.livejournal.com]

Brooklyn had indeed remembered to bring the flashlight, along with the other items Near had wanted. Reaching the boy's door, the gargoyle knocked a couple times. "Hey, Nate? I've got your flashlight..."

He didn't think he would have left. It would make things a lot more difficult if he had. Didn't seem like Nate's style, though. Should he go ahead and open the door? It wasn't as if the boy was likely to be indecent or anything.

Re: M28

[atoyboxworld.livejournal.com]

"Come in." Near opened a desk drawer when Brooklyn knocked, carefully putting the car within. As much as he enjoyed having an actual toy, Near knew he would be too busy to utilize it properly during the night. Taking it along would amount to nothing more than risking it being lost along the way, something Near absolutely wouldn't have. Also in the drawer went the two letters he had received from Roger. There was no need to hide them, as Mello was busy that night, and had no knowledge of Near's room number. Not yet at least.

That done, Near moved out of the chair and to the center of the room. Almost immediately after he stopped playing with the car, he had begun to twirl his hair again. When Brooklyn opened the door and came in, the boy offered a grin, equally pleased to see the man himself, and the items. So far, the experiment was going well.

"And how was your day today, Brooklyn?" He wasn't asking because he cared so much. It was more because Near knew that many would suffer from the presence of the visitors. If Brooklyn had been one of them, Near would need to know that before they proceeded. The man's mental state was crucial, since if they ran across anything unpleasant, Brooklyn would be the one fighting it.

[nakanai-toboe.livejournal.com]

Toboe slid to a stop in front of what he thought was M23, waiting a minute or two to fully examine the number and compare it to the rumpled sheet of paper still clenched in his hand. Well, it looked right.

Satisfied, Toboe nodded and knocked on the door. He didn't want to just barge in unannounced...

[whiteychan.livejournal.com]

Hitsugaya had slept away the entirety of his dinner, which was fine. He didn't really want to deal with Sanzo--the man had disappeared again anyways--and his stomach revolted at the thought of real food at this point anyways.

Still, the sleep had done him some good, and while he didn't feel anywhere near 100% he certainly felt better. Fortunately his team was just going to fetch and babysit Renji, so it shouldn't have been a difficult task. Even he couldn't hide admitting that getting things resolved with Momo had done him a world of good, as well. A great burden had been lifted, he knew, knowing that this feeling he had been hiding even from himself had been justified.

He wasn't about to reiterate the point to Momo, of course. Once was enough, as heavily drugged as he had been.

There was a knock on his door, and he quickly went to the closet and changed into his nighttime attire. "Just a second," he called out, doing his best to avoid slurring his words. He was sure he still looked a mess, and the smell of vomit was faint but still barely noticable to him. Artemis probably wouldn't notice, it was too faint to be picked up unless the boy decided to hug him or something horribly unreasonable like that. If it were toboe...well, he only hoped the boy had human senses to go with his human body.

He grabbed his blade and opened the door, noting Toboe. "We're still waiting for Fowl," Hitsugaya said. "Then we'll head out. Tonight we're tending to another member of Arts and Crafts who hasn't been seen at all today to make sure he doesn't do anything dumb tonight."

[remedying.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/489591.html?thread=39689335#t39689335). knock knock adel |D]

Finally.

As soon as Yukari reached the appropriate door, she was quick to set her things down, if only to give her arms a break from the trip. Oh, jeez, she was never going to pull something like that off on her own again.

After a breath, she lifted a hand to knock on the door of M22. "Adelheid-san? I'm here!"

[grosse-sklaven.livejournal.com]

"Come in," Adelheid called out, though he was careful to turn his back to the door in question. He could, mm... ah hah! He pretended to be searching for something in his closet, so that his face couldn't be seen by the girl.

"...and you can just lay your things inside if you wish."

[arrogantflame.livejournal.com]

Wolfram's conversation with Kaoru had been interesting enough, but what bothered him more than anything else was that Yuuri was late. He waited far later than he probably should have, hoping for some sign of his fiance knocking. But the evening got later, and there was still nothing.

He should have known that Yuuri would get into trouble if left on his own.

Grabbing his sword, Yuuri's reinforced bat, the useless radio, and his flashlight, Wolfram set off in the direction of Yuuri's room, deciding to start there before jumping to any conclusions.

What worried him was that the light in his flashlight was flickering just a little. It probably wouldn't last too much longer without new batteries.

[arrogantflame.livejournal.com]

Outside M25

[ellectriclights.livejournal.com]

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/489285.html?thread=39863365#t39863365)]

Elle paused outside Eddie's door, running a hand through her hair and once again attempting to tug her shirt down to reveal more of her cleavage. Of course it didn't work. She wanted a new shirt.

She rapped her knuckles against the door, accidentally leaving a pattern of charred spots as the electricity she was using to see by came in contact with it. Then she pushed the door open, holding her hand in front of her to see the interior of the room.

"Eddie?" she called softly.

He wasn't there. His roommate was, asleep on the bed, but no Eddie.

Why would he do this? Why would he ask her here and then leave before she arrived? That made no sense. He was the one who had brought it up in the first place! The electricity in her hand flared angrily as her eyes scanned the empty room for a clue to where he'd gone.

Nothing. Just a sleeping guy and no Eddie.

Slamming the door loudly, Elle turned on her heel and walked away.

[ellectriclights.livejournal.com]

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/491309.html?thread=39866157#t39866157)]

M29

[toadally4boobs.livejournal.com]

Jiraiya had been unfortunately unsuccessful in finding Naruto before the next shift, and even after then, Naruto had remained elusive. He had wanted to warn him, having heard of how Uchiha's father had visited him. If they used Jiraiya's memories to bring back Naruto's parents as visitors, then....

But he never got to warn him, and the nurses wouldn't tell Jiraiya if Naruto had visitors. Frustrated, Jiraiya had quickly eaten his dinner, trying to keep himself from thinking about what could have happened had he not warned Naruto in time; his roommate seemed to be missing, so he didn't even have conversation to distract him from his thoughts. It probably didn't happen, because those two--Minato and Kushina--were impossible to imitate. They were unique. No one could have remade look-alikes fashioned after them.

That's what he told himself, anyways.

When the doors finally unlocked, it was a relief. Jiraiya gathered his stuff in his pillowcase once more, then headed off to meet his student.

Re: M29

[toadally4boobs.livejournal.com]

He'd know the truth, soon enough. There was no point worrying about it until then.

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/489591.html?thread=39896695#t39896695).]

[lost-metal.livejournal.com]

Ed scooped up his glass of juice once the intercom sounded, wanting to go and see Hughes as quickly as he could. It wasn't fair to keep him waiting for this. He paused after a moment and then quickly scribbled a message for Adel, leaving it on his desk conspicuously.

Gone to see Hughes in M6. Toast for Mustang.

Grab me when you're done.

Ed

With that, he slipped out into the corridor and hurried to Hughes' room.

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/486769.html?thread=39759473#t39759473)]

M25

[notmyfather.livejournal.com]

The desire to leave his room wasn't even stirring in it's sleep by the time the doors unlocked. Valyn found himself lying on his bed, hands behind his head, lost in thought. A part of him niggled and bothered at him, reminding him that he should get going, but the rest of his mind was content to simply lay there and think.

He had enough on his mind, that much was certain.

At least he bothered to light a mage-light, to let the others find them if they wanted. Hopefully Shadow or Shana would come by....

Though there was no predicting Shana whatsoever.

M30

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/489285.html?thread=40048453#t40048453).]

Rude didn't bother knocking. He walked straight into then room, ready to tell Reno all about the boobs he'd seen today-

...and Reno was conked out on his bed. Rude went over and nudged him with his foot. All he got in response was a muffled moan that sounded suspiciously like a request followed by an insult. Shit.

Reno rolled over and looked pretty far out of it. Rude tried to give him a reprimanding stare but it clearly wasn't going to take effect.

"You been causing trouble?" he asked, getting on his hands and knees. "Where the hell's that pipe?" He looked around and eventually found it. Oughtta do. Reno was saying something but, hell, Rude wasn't gonna sit and decipher this guys shit. He moved over and smiled down to Reno. Oh the things he could do right now. The power. But he didn't want to waste tonight, so he leaned in and frowned a little.

"Got something on your face," he said, reaching out towards it, a pen in hand. He'd written 'PEN' across Reno's forehead by the time the guy caught on. There was a brief and weak struggle and Rude sighed. It kinda almost looked like the complete word. It'd do anyway, since Reno still seemed quite capable of kicking out at him.

"Sweet dreams! We'll bring you back a souvenier," he grinned, walking out the door (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/486080.html?thread=40049856#t40049856).

[bitofboth.livejournal.com]

Spike left his room without much comment to his roommate and headed down the hallway.

The note had said F12... shouldn't be too hard to find.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/489591.html)]

[vladville.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/489591.html?thread=40204151#t40204151)]

Looking at the numbers, this should be the right hallway, but there was no sign of Daniel yet. That was no surprise. Turning off his flashlight and waiting against the corridor's wall, Vlad wasn't going to try to start a meeting that had been arranged with Daniel in the first place before the boy showed up. Who knew how that would be taken? His little fit on the boards, while perfectly justifiable, had been potentially troublesome enough in retrospect.

[notaghostreally.livejournal.com]

[skipping in from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/487746.html?thread=40258114#t40258114).]

And of course Vlad had gotten there before him. Sometimes, Danny thought the man did it just so that he could bother him about being late and about the importance of being prompt or whatever. Danny wasn't in the mood to launch into a childish argument with him, though, so as soon as Danny was within range, he began to speak first.

"We should go in now," he said, approaching Vlad as he got closer and closer to M23.

[human-sponge.livejournal.com]

As Peter was led back to his room from the lobby, he wasn't exactly sure about how he should feel. On the one hand, it had been a relief to see his brother again, to know that he'd survived even if the price was believing he was some "Harrison Campbell." On the other, having to face that disbelief and seeing the almost condescending (yet pitying) look in Nathan's eyes had been difficult.

Plus, there was the fact that he felt responsible for letting this place do that to his brother in the first place, along with the fear that he might not be able to reverse the effects. He couldn't let himself fall into pessimism, though. He had always been the optimist, and he was going to have to keep that up now, no matter how hard it got - for Nathan's sake.

The question was where to start. Peter's immediate thought was that he should get in contact with other patients who had also been forced to face their loved ones who had been altered by this place, since working together to get them back was the best option, but he didn't know how exactly to go about it. There was always the bulletin, but could everyone on there be trusted? Maybe it was best to just meet people face to face and judge their character for himself, even if it would take longer.

His roommate was still out cold, and Peter fought back his worry that Shawn would be also be brainwashed as he sat down to eat his lukewarm dinner. He had spent a little longer in the waiting room than he was supposed to talking to Nathan, so he was still eating when the doors unlocked and nightshift began.

Tonight, the first thing he wanted to do was try and find Claire. He hadn't been able to meet up with her today, but he needed to tell her about his visit and they also needed to do some power tests. He finished up his meal as quickly as he could and then grabbed his shovel and his flashlight. Fully equipped, he headed out into the hall, passing the few patients that were still there and then taking a left when he reached the connection corridor.

[human-sponge.livejournal.com]

[damnrudecock.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/489285.html?thread=40633413#t40633413)]

Of course, now, when Sano was trying to explain things, the halls they went through didn't have any proof. Not that he wished monsters on anyone, really, but if it was happening, it would've been nice to be able to point it out to Yahiko with a See? I'm right, so stop bitching. to go along with it. But knowing the prison they were in, it wouldn't be long before Yahiko really did see.

"You still using a wooden sword?" Sanosuke didn't know for sure, but he figured that if that Adelheid guy could shape metal, he could do the same thing for wood. And it was pretty easy to get the stuff, considering the rods in their closets were made of it. So hopefully Yahiko would get armed pretty quick.

About then, however, the fighter noticed exactly where they were, and ignored Yahiko for a moment. "Hey. We're in the right hall, right? Hurry up and find M21 so we can make sure your friend is okay." Hopefully he was. Of all the things she could see, Yuffie finding a corpse or a perfectly well-made room would be the worst, and Sanosuke hoped for neither. She'd already taken the loss of Cloud too damn hard, and he didn't want her to be upset again.

[thatdamnedninja.livejournal.com]

This wasn't a hallway she'd been down before, but that didn't really matter. They were all pretty much the same anyway; boring, boring, boring.

Normally Yuffie would be grouching about the lack of stimulation, or making at least some mischief in an effort to keep herself entertained. But now, that was the furthest thing from her mind - all she really cared about was finding Cid and kicking him in the shins for making her worry. Her... worry! The pilot'd probably bust a gut laughing.

Well... he would, when she found him! Following the room numbers, Yuffie dashed along, thoroughly ignoring Sagara and Shrimp. Cid's room wasn't far, was it? Just at the end -- aha, there! "Hey, old man!" She called, rapping on the door of M21. "Rise n' shine, I'm comin' in!" Without waiting for an answer, the ninja pulled the door open, an obnoxious grin plastered on her face.

The grin fell off her face as though it had burned her, the moment she got a good look inside. One side of the room was occupied, but not by anybody she knew. And the other side... it was clean, well-made. Cid wasn't ever that neat, and that could only mean one thing.

Cid was gone.

No… No way. He couldn’t be gone. Yuffie wavered in the doorway, torn between diving in and… and searching the closet, under the bed, in the other dude’s bed… or slamming the door shut and… then what? She couldn’t think of a clever scheme to get her friends back, couldn’t wager, bargain, or bribe… she couldn’t even blackmail!

So she slammed the door shut anyway, just because it made her feel better.

M23

[opposingheaven.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/489285.html?view=40660549#t40660549)]


M23, wasn't it? Yeah, that was the right number, Kenren was certain of it. His own room was a little closer, but like hell he was going to interrupt Zelnick and the cute distraught guy if they were getting personal. Not to mention that he doubted that Sanzo would approve at all of being anywhere near Kenren's bed, no matter how innocent the context.

He found the monk's room and pushed the door open before making his way inside. He picked a bed at random and moved to place Sanzo carefully down on it, being as gentle as he could and trying not to knock his head on the headboard or anything. Finally he got the priest onto the bed and, well, there wasn't a whole lot that he could do until sleeping beauty decided to wake up naturally, because Kenren sure as hell wasn't risking the disembowelment that would doubtless come if he tried to play Prince.

Re: M23

[31st-of-china.livejournal.com]

Sanzo's eyelids flickered, eyelashes skimming some dark, blurry fabric. It was taking a bit for his mind to catch up, feeling like he was emerging from some dark pit. What the hell happened? It felt like he'd been kidney punched, and then pistol-whipped for good measure. His limbs were aching.

The last thing he remembered was looking down the hallway near the male blocks, and then a sudden burst of agony.

The monk's eyes opened. He was face to face with someone's chest.

Wait a fucking minute...

His eyebrows furrowed. He'd been managing down the hallway so far; there'd been one mistep, but he'd been about to correct it.

....He'd only blacked out when Kenren shoved his nose where it didn't belong.

Sanzo's eyes flicked upwards, and narrowed. This was all Kenren's fault. If he'd just stopped running his mouth, shut up and listen to him, none of this would've happened. For one, he'd still have that last bit of pride left. He could've actually made the rest of the way back on his own.

Sanzo shoved him off, pushing at him roughly.