Night 36: M71-M80 Hall

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Sanosuke had spent the last two shifts doing two very important things. One was recovering, because damn it, Ninja Girl didn't hold back when she decided to kick him in the groin, and the girl could kick fucking hard. The second was to actually eat something, because even the nausea and the pain eventually passed, and Sano couldn't remember the last time he'd had steak. It wasn't seasoned right--at least not like he was used to. But it wasn't a Kaoru specially butchered steak either, and it tasted pretty good.

By the time night shift came, Sano was actually able to move again, and he had one goal in mind: find Ninja Girl before she did something really stupid. Also, smack her on the head. Hard. Because Sanosuke wasn't the kind of guy to dish out low blows (though he had been tempted for awhile, screw the fact that Ninja Girl was a woman and he'd felt the boobs that proved it), but he wasn't the kind of guy to just let something like that go either. Trying to get his light stick to work made it two goals, however, since the thing wouldn't come on. He remembered something Kenshin had said about the little cylinder things, which he found after a few minutes spent feeling around his drawers. He pocketed those, took the defective light stick, and headed out the door at a fast pace--as fast as he could manage given his injury, anyway.

No way in hell he was going to let Yuffie wander too far alone in the state she was in. No way.

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[M79]

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Wally glanced up as the intercom sounded. Crazy doctor, right on schedule. "You think he'd consider giving us all a break from the monsters if the paperwork is that much trouble. Or just, you know, let us go. I'm sure that would solve all his paperwork problems," he commented to Tony. The doors clicked quietly, unlocking for the night and Wally eyed them warily. Tony would probably be alright, but that didn't stop him from wondering if he should have been more insistent about tagging along. But then, with how he was having to rely on a crutch to get around, he'd probably be more of a hindrance than help.

"Well have fun and stuff," he said. "And don't forget to bring me back a present!"

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"Management," Tony replied blandly, grimacing in the direction of the intercom. "If they didn't have paperwork to bitch about, they'd spontaneously combust."

He rose a little stiffly from his chair, taking a moment to collect both flashlight and journal before turning for the door. "If I find the gift shop, I'll bring back something fluffy." He glanced back to give Wally a grin that, even to him, felt more bleak than jaunty, then ducked out the door. Better to get a head start before the hallways became too flooded with other patients and worse.

[M79]

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Wally gave a quick, half-wave as Tony left before pushing aside his empty plate and wondering what to do with himself until ZEX showed up. Which hopefully wouldn't be that long because he really wanted to check that the guy was okay after that post on the message board.

He dug around in the desk, pulling out the blank journal and a pen. "Better than nothing I guess," he remarked to himself. Taking care not to jostle his injured knee too much, Wally stood up and carefully maneuvered himself over to the bed, sprawling out on it gratefully. He should probably keep some sort of record about what was happening and what he'd found out since he'd gotten here, even if it didn't feel like that much at the moment. And unless ZEX knew how to teleport, he'd have a bit of time to kill, so it looked like journal writing was going to be it until then.

Outside M76

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He'd made it. Just like he said he would. People seriously worried way too freaking much about him getting eaten here. Sure, he was 12, and probably the youngest person in this place, but just because he was young didn't meant he was going to die here. Making it to Soubi's room, he shifted the backpack on his shoulders and took a deep breath. He'd made sure to pack the thing with more bandages and butterfly clips just in case.

Here went nothing.

Raising a hand, he knocked on the door and waited to see if Soubi had followed orders.

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Drugs and what could still be felt of the pain they were trying to kill, were telling Soubi to sleep. Soubi's training and willpower told him he must remain awake to see Ritsuka.

Technically he was still obeying Ritsuka's orders. He was sitting and resting. Even if his gaze was blank and his mind had pretty much shut off.

The minute he heard the knocking, he stood up, almost toppling over but catching himself as he reached the door. He swung it open and, once he'd seen it was Ritsuka and that he seemed ok, Soubi dropped to his knees, keeping his head bowed.

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Soubi opened the door and Ritsuka let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He'd listened, for once, and stayed in. Whether he was resting or not was another matter, but at least he'd stayed indoors. The relief ended the moment Soubi dropped to his knees.

What he hell had happened now? Ritsuka had no idea what in the world was wrong with Soubi half the time, but now he was just even more confused. This wasn't how adults acted! Reaching out, Ritsuka took Soubi's hand and tried to tug him to his feet. "Come on. This isn't going to help you get any better. I told you to rest, so I came over here, but you're still going to rest, idiot, so go back to bed."

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That little release of breath vibrated through Soubi. He knew that sound. It was relief. Ritsuka had been worried? So he DID still care. Soubi smiled and looked up, the dullness slowly leaving his eyes as he became a little more aware of himself.

As Ritsuka tried to pull him up, Soubi almost followed immediately. But he hesitated and held onto Roitsuka's hand a little tighter. He didn't sound too pleased, but his voice wasn't entirely angry either.

Soubi stood and swayed for a moment while he continued to bow his head to Ritsuka. He turned and moved towards the bed, sitting down carefully, Ritsuka's hand still in his.

"I'm sorry for today," he apologised, hoarsely.

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Demyx had been hanging back by his bed, kind of hoping Soubi would forget about him long enough that he could at least get a glimpse of this Ritsuka guy. It seemed to have worked, almost too well - he wasn't sure Soubi even remembered anyone else was in the room by this point - possibly because of the new arrival, or possibly because of the drugs, or maybe just because Soubi seemed like he lived in a world where other people just didn't matter that much.

He'd almost forgotten his resolve to stay back when Soubi had dropped to his knees after answering the knock on their door, but fortunately surprise had kept him immobile beyond that when he realized not just that the drop had been intentional, but that the person helping him up had to be...

Man, what the heck? Ritsuka looked like he was even younger than Roxas! And what's more, he kind of sounded like him, too. Roxas had used to scold Axel like that - well, actually, Roxas had tended to be harsher than that, if he wanted to be entirely honest. This was Soubi's master? He didn't seem like a bad kid at all. Hell, he seemed as worried about Soubi as Demyx was.

When he'd heard Soubi was a slave, he'd assumed being a slave, and his mysterious master, were the causes of his being so...well, actually, Demyx didn't know how to describe the way his roommate was. Messed up didn't quite cover it. Now it looked like if he wanted to understand Soubi at all, he'd have to dig a little deeper than that.

It was...getting kind of awkward that he hadn't been noticed, though, so he cleared his throat a little to call attention to himself.

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Soubi led him into the room and kept apologizing and Ritsuka almost felt like smacking his head into a wall. How was he going to get it into Soubi's head that he didn't have to apologize to him? Soubi hadn't done a thing wrong (other than snap at Sheena), so he didn't have to apologize. Ritsuka had been mad, sure, but he'd gotten over it pretty quickly.

With Soubi guiding him, Ritsuka hadn't noticed anyone in the room and it wasn't until he heard the noise behind him that he actually realized his mistake. Of course someone else might be in here! Soubi had a roommate just like Ritsuka did. It made sense that maybe he'd still be there. Face turning bright red in embarrassment, Ritsuka froze on the spot. He had to respond to Soubi, but anything he said now might look weird and someone was right behind him watching! Think, think think!

"Stop apologizing, idiot - you didn't do anything worth apologizing to me for," he said quickly to Soubi before turning around to see who was behind them. A tallish older teen with dirty blond hair and...a mullet. A mullet? Seriously? He hadn't seen those on anyone since he watched that stupid TV show documentary about Hosts in Kabuki-cho. Maybe this guy was a Host then. That'd be...awkward. Turning around, Ritsuka tried to bow in greeting to Soubi's roommate, but it ended up being a little too stiff. "....um, sorry for barging in."

M80

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Despite himself, Crane had ended up sleeping through the entire day. He hadn't thought he would feel all that tired, since the patients woke rested every morning, but hopefully it would help all his injuries to heal just that much quicker.

When night finally came, though, he wasn't certain exactly what to do with himself. He hadn't been able to speak with Kristoph or Mikami that day, so he didn't know what his potential allies were up to, or if it would be possible to meet with them again. Regardless of the fact that he'd had several conversations with both men, he was still uncertain how he could use them, or just how trustworthy the might prove themselves to be. So instead, Crane had to decide what new secrets he wanted to try and discover about this place on his own. He needed things that could help further his own plans. What he needed most was to know where they kept their chemicals, and he knew that many people had gotten their hands on some, he just wasn't certain where they were.

If he remembered the schedule correctly, then he had missed out on a chance to go to the chapel, and there had also been rumors about a statue there. If he had read back far enough, then he would likely be safe inside the chapel, if a person was able to go in there to be 'healed'. Short of letting nature do the work and medical treatment, the healing that had been described was impossible in his own world. But it was also something that could prove useful, should he make any further enemies, and perhaps even heal his current injuries. It might also be worth his while to study, should he ever make it back to Gotham.

All he had to do was make it up there in order to take a look around. He hadn't ever been upstairs, but he had seen the maps posted around the bulletin board enough to at least be able to get a partial route mapped out in his mind. So he left quickly once the intercom went off. Foolhardy as it was, he couldn't deny his curiosity, or desire to test it out. If he was careful, and hurried as much as he could, he could avoid the monsters.

M74

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Armand felt very groggy when he woke up, and it was already dark. How long had he slept? He hadn't been drugged, as far as he recalled, but he'd been so depressed and drained by visiting with the fake Marguerite that he had climbed straight into his bed. The nurse left his meal tray anyway with his usual choice of fruit juice to drink, and his roommate hadn't stolen his food. He didn't care where the other man was now.

He ate some of the cold meat and the pie. He had to force himself to swallow since it was so unappealing, no matter how nice it had been when it was served. When he dressed, he wrapped the remaining meat in some napkins. Maybe they could bait a rotting cat with it or something like that. He hoped that his friends hadn't been waiting for him too long, or that they hadn't given up on him. He gathered his usual supplies and put them in his pockets, and left the room.

There were people talking nearby, but he ignored them and hurried toward the front of the institute.

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Badou had spent his evening picking through dinner and the notebook from Artemis. He had to admit, the more he looked into this the more confusing things got. According to the few speeches that weren't "Bawhaha, mine is an evil laugh." or "Needs more cryptic references." the Institute was some kind of butthurt love triangle with mad scientists trying to off each other. And recently, one of them had succeeded only to be replaced by that Jill woman who made some unfortunate fairy tale references.

This, if anything, was even more of a pain in the ass than being totally ignorant. The things he really wanted to know - How had he gotten here? Why? Where did they keep the cigarettes and the remaining scraps of Haine's sanity? - those answers weren't going to come from the intercom. And it wasn't that the things happening here weren't getting to him, but he already had one big mystery on his hands without having to deal with someone else's pathetic soap opera drama.

The doors unlocked just as he finished stuffing the journals away. Badou grabbed his pillow cases - easier to carry than a box if they ran into something nasty - and the flashlight before sprinting off down the hall to find Alkaid.

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[M77]

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The other side of his room was empty tonight, indicating that his roommate was no longer present. L felt a little saddened by this, and wondered if Mr. Star Dragon Sword had just disappeared as many of the other patients had or if something else had befallen him. The institute had not assigned anyone to his room yet, as he had not arrived to discover a new occupant this time, so L could only conclude Mr. Star Dragon Sword’s disappearance must have been fairly recent.

Once again there was nothing he could do. Like Hijikata, all evidence of Mr. Star Dragon Sword’s occupancy here had been erased. He supposed the only action he could take would be to try and inform those who knew him in case they weren’t already aware.

L left his dinner and dessert neglected. There were too many things on his mind that needed his attention. His decision to quit today took priority. Perhaps L really couldn’t give up and place all his trust and faith in the abilities of his heirs. If he was putting everything in their hands he would have to believe they were making the right decisions and fully support them. And after seeing Mello’s lack of emotional restraint, he wasn’t entirely sure that doing so was best.

He couldn’t really back down from his decision though. It would indicate that he was being lead by his emotions as well and had not thought things through. L believed that he had reason enough to quit, the accumulation of failures being one of them. Considering how long he had been here, he had yet to accomplish much. Even the doctors had taken note of this which brought him to his second reason; the doctors were watching him.

The question was, to what degree were they paying attention? He hadn’t really made his self doubt prior to the Sleep Study known. It was something he was internally struggling with, but not something he had voiced. Perhaps it was just that the doctors had just noticed his accumulation of failures and had chosen to attack that angle, but until he was able to uncover this answer, taking any action could prove to be disastrous.

Then there was the matter of his primary objective; L wanted to destroy the institute. Not just bring Dr. Landel and those involved in his activities to justice, but make certain that something like it never happened again. This didn’t necessarily mean he’d be able anyone home or rescuing anybody. But that is what Matsuda and Naomi were expecting him to do.

When the intercom finished and the doors opened, L frowned. Naomi would probably still be stopping by for the flask. He supposed he could curl up in bed, close his eyes and regulate his breathing to simulate sleep. This way, when she came by she would have no reason to stay, but there was no telling how long it would take for her to show up. And admittedly, there wasn’t a lot to do in his room other than sit and wait. He supposed he could go a long period of time doing nothing, but when there were other options it didn’t seem productive.

L pulled out a sheet of paper from his journal and a pen. He quickly wrote a note for her to find when she arrived. She would likely be against him going out alone, but he certainly wasn’t going to stick around.

" I’ve gone to visit someone. Please take the flask and enjoy yourselves tonight.

---Ryuga "

While he was writing, L briefly considered informing Naomi of his decision to quit in the note, but decided against it based on Matsuda’s reaction to the news this morning. He wanted them to have a stress free night tonight. L was well aware what kind of toll this place could take on a person.

With that taken care of, he picked up his flash light and left his room.

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[From here with Tokito]

Tokito. Weird name, but not that big a deal - it didn't escape his notice that "Tokito" here didn't seem to feel much like giving out his last name. Guess he wasn't the only one out here throwing out aliases here. The question was if Tokito was just being paranoid or had a damn good reason.

Dean had on a half-smirk on his face, as if darkly amused by something, shaking his head as he paused in front of the closest doors, giving a knock with the back of his hand. He couldn't even believe he was hoofing it with some civvie - if Tokito was even one and not some psychic or some demon - who might know more about whatever crazy thing was happening here than he did. Usually it was the other way around. He didn't think he'd ever be on the other end of the "I believe" speech.

And usually if he was gonna be alone in the room with someone, it was a hot chick. Not some kid who was giving Sam a run for his money in the buzz-kill department.

Testing the door, Dean found it was unlocked and the room unoccupied, a pretty much mirror version of the one he'd woke up in less than an hour before. He almost said "ladies first," but remembered to play nice. Unlike Sam, he didn't think he'd get an annoyed look or an eye-roll or the usual reaction he'd be expecting if he tried to pull the smart-ass with Tokito.

"Looks clear," he said instead. "So how do you know this place is any safer than the outside?" he asked. Looking around without seeming like he was scoping the place out, he didn't see any signs of protection or common warding, no salt, nothing. If there was anything in here, he didn't see it from his first glance in. He still didn't even know what, exactly, Tokito thought they'd be safe from in the first place - demons? Because they weren't safe from demons and he'd just apparently picked a fight with one, so there was food for thought. If Tokito knew what was out there, then it was something else different.

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Tokito snorted and grabbed one of the desk chairs, plopping down in it. There were dirty dishes in here, so it must be an occupied room, but no one was home right now. Good enough. "It's the rules, that's all. This place is like a big game for the guy that brought us here. During the day it's supposed to be a hospital for crazy people, and there's definitely some actual crazy people here, but not crazy the way the nurses and doctors say. At night, it's different--the doors unlock and we can wander around, but there's monsters and stuff. Staying in the patient rooms is safe, but hardly anyone does because we all want to find a way out. If there is one." Tokito didn't want to talk about the experiments on patients, since it wasn't important right this instant, and it was a very touchy topic for him. The last thing he needed was to have a fit in front of this guy.

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Satisfied the room was clean and Tokito was enough distance away that Dean could defend himself if he suddenly got hit with a bout of crazy outta nowhere, the hunter pulled over a chair for himself, sitting in it with his bat across his lap.

"That's, uh," whatever he'd been expecting, he hadn't been expecting this. If Tokito had said actually, we just woke up here after seeing some big flying black smoke and by the way, I've got mind powers, then he would've been cool with it...well, not cool exactly, but it'd make a lot more sense than what actually did come out of the kid's mouth. "That's new," he managed.

Monsters, he could deal with. In fact, he'd feel a lot safer if that was all they were dealing with - he just needed to find out what kind and then he could work out how to kill them (although he'd have to ditch Tokito because no way was he dragging a civvie into this and getting him hurt). It was this other business, this part where they somehow got abducted by this "guy" (Dean was willing to bet cold hard cash it was probably the same guy on the intercom) that bugged him. There was no way in hell he could've been kidnapped by anything normal. You didn't get abducted from moving cars, he didn't care how good you were.

"Have you seen any of these monsters?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "You were hanging out with your friend Punk-Ass there. Didn't seem that dangerous to me."

It suddenly struck him how he could check if Tokito was a demon or possessed. It was so simple he felt like an idiot for not thinking about it earlier. Dipping his head down like he was going to cough into his hand, Dean muttered under his breath a soft "Christo", looking up innocently to see if Tokito would flinch.

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Great, he would have to ask that question. Tokito shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest, just a bit defensively. "I've only heard the things. I try to avoid the fights. That blond dumb-ass was watching some fight in the field earlier, I couldn't see it around him. Heard something hissing and some yelling and hitting noises the other night, and tonight it was chittering... and yelling and hitting noises. But there's always a ton of people all bandaged up during the day, and I've seen some of the scars... something nasty is out there at night, for sure."

And then the guy was muttering in some language that didn't translate, and Tokito just looked at him funny. The fuck was that? And trying to cover it with a cough? That didn't even work in manga. "... Look, I didn't believe it at first either. I woke up here during the day, though, and mostly just had the nurses fussing at me. Telling me all kinds of stupid shit like I imagined my life and I was really just some happy normal kid and I was here to get 'better' and get over my 'delusions'. They'll tell you the same thing tomorrow, if you don't get yourself killed tonight. They tell everyone that."

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Judging from the "are you on crack?" look Tokito shot him, Dean could probably safely say the kid wasn't a demon or possessed by one.

Instead of trying to explain away his behavior, Dean didn't even bother, acting like nothing had happened even though he probably did owe the kid an explanation. At least he knew now he was human.

Dean leaned back in his chair, shifting one leg over; he looked like he was just lounging in the chair but he was ready to roll if anything came up. As easy as it would be to touch the nurses comment, Dean was proud to say he reigned himself in. "Hey, I just got nabbed out of a moving car. I'm ready to believe a lot," he said, his smile fading a bit as he turned serious, "I believe you, okay? I was just wonderin' if you saw what was out there exactly so we'd know what we're up against."

Oops. He hadn't meant to say the "we" part, but it popped out. Force of habit from being on the road so long with Sammy. Dean hurried to back-peddle.

"Not that I'm sayin' we should go checkin' this stuff out," he said. He paused. He needed an excuse for why he should be heading out again and while the truth was painful, it was also the best excuse on hand. There wasn't any sign of amusement in Dean's voice now as he looked down at his hands, not seeing the bat. "But I've gotta take a look around myself. I think my brother's somewhere around here, but I won't find him holed up in a room."

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Aw, geez. Tokito's heart sank a little, because now he realised he was probably going to be the bearer of even more bad news. "We can go look but... even if you were with him when you were grabbed... he might not be here. The Head Doctor is kinda random like that." But if this guy had just arrived here, that meant new patients. Maybe Kubo-chan... "If it's time for new patients to show up, there's someone I want to look for, too. We might as well go together."

"As for what's out there... there's information about that stuff on the messaege board in the Sun Room, but that's usually one of the most dangerous places at night, the way I hear it. It's not worth it to try to go in there to read the board. Seems like it's mostly kinda mutant animals... really big dogs and cats and stuff." There was other stuff, according to the bestiary, but it seemed like the animals were most common.

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Kaiji was in a state of bliss. While he had been annoyed about losing to Vlad, at the very least he hadn't lost anything because of it, although being interrupted by a nurse right when he could have turned things around was just adding insult to injury. He couldn't have sulked for long, though, because after having been escorted back to his room, he had been treated to a particularly rich dinner. He may have hated rich people, but food was a whole other story.

He even got the chance to take a bit of a nap, although that was rudely interrupted by a sudden realization. Kaiji hated the way that his brain worked sometimes. It was more like a nightmare than anything, really - images of monsters attacking innocent people raced through his mind, and there he was not doing shit about it. Not that he was really all that helpful in those situations as anything but bait so far, and he definitely didn't want to become another victim, but...

No, he couldn't just stay there. Five more minutes? Nope. Shit.

Collecting his flashlight and getting to his feet, Kaiji reluctantly picked up his flashlight and headed out the door and down the hall, looking back briefly. Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, son of a bitch.

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[timedork]

Another day with no sign of the TARDIS, and now it was time to search properly. With no nurses around, it was much easier to move around. The Doctor just hoped he'd be able to find it tonight. The sooner he found it, the sooner he'd be able to sort this whole mess out.

Well, that wasn't to say he couldn't sort it out even without the TARDIS. The old machine would just make the whole process much, much smoother. His options for returning people to their proper places and time were much more limited without it.

Grabbing his torch, the Doctor set out down the hall.

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...ugh.

Tanaka sat up in his bed, disoriented and plagued by a splitting headache which seemed to have come out of nowhere. He remembered poking at his dinner, eating some of that steak... but when did he pass out? And how long had he been like that?

Shaking his head, the Shofixti quickly sat up and tried to get his bearings. Still at the Institute, still a human, still stuck with this bizarre uniform. His roommate wasn't around, but judging from the lack of light under the door, it was still nighttime, which meant that there was at least some time left to execute his supply run before the switch to morning.

After making a crude shoulder satchel out of one of the pairs of pants in his dresser, grabbing his flashlight, and retrieving the umbrella from his closet, Tanaka exited the room, quickly proceeding down the hallway and out of the cell block.

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