Nightshift 37: F1-F10 Hallway

[thatdamnedninja.livejournal.com]

As far as dinner shifts went, that one had actually been enjoyable. It had been nice to have somebody to talk to, to show off for, and Sen hadn’t seemed to mind all that much. Except for that one teeny-tiny little slip, just after Yuffie’d revealed that she was a ninja…

What was with that?

Yuffie knew that it was a little unorthodox to be quite so ‘open’ about what she did, both back home and here in Landel’s. She had her reasons, though; logical reasons, no matter what anybody else had to say about it. And those reasons had a lot more to them than a simple love of showing off.

Maybe Sen was going to be another one of those who underestimated her, then - the woman had seemed to soak up everything she’d said like a sponge, hadn’t refuted anything, but… Yuffie couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something was off. Sen seemed so normal and, yeah, totally defenseless - but as far as she could tell, Landel had a weird fetish for kidnapping fighters, or people with some kind of ability or significance...

Ugh, maybe this place was just making her paranoid. Besides, now wasn’t the time to be cross-examining and mentally dissecting her roommate! She had places to go, people to see, and a Turk to interrogate! With that in mind, after a quick double-checking of her ’equipment’ - a small bunch of pens tucked away in various places, the gardening claw, and her flashlight - the young thief headed out into the night.

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F5

[shallweplay.livejournal.com]

Ophelia was thrown for a bit of a loop when all the light in the institute suddenly went out. She had been subconciously aware of the fact all day, but hadn't really noted it while the light had been good: her eyesight was somewhat poorer than it had been. Her night vision in particular was definitely not as penetrating as it had been in her original body, which made the warrior swear under her breath.

She had been hoping to dash out the starting gate armed with some of the pens, Kio's maps, and the strange black object she had found under her pillow, but with the lack of light, she unfortunately had to venture out at a more even pace. It wouldn't be fitting for the organization's Number 4 to run into a wall on the first night, after all.

From what she could make out in the dim hallway, not many had started to head out yet. Good. Less obstruction to worry about as she made her way to . . . wherever it was she was headed. She wasn't quite sure where she ought to go, but she was eager to get there in the hopes of finding clues to Martin Landel's location. Just the thought of Callisto having once seen him gave her hope toward that end (even though Callisto hadn't been able to kill Landel upon seeing him in that instance).

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F1

[rope-victim.livejournal.com]

Dinner had come with an unexpected surprise. The gift of Miku's own proper clothing. In fact, the little photographer had been so excited, that she'd put the clothing on almost immediately, disregarding the fact it would be chilly outside if they ventured there. For the tenth time, Miku adjusted her stockings and kicked her feet back and forth in their small black shoes.

Maybe Sousuke would be pleasantly surprised as well! It felt so nice to be in clothing that she was familiar with, and most certainly had boosted the little photographer's morale. With her pillow-case bag ready beside her, Miku laid back on the bed and sighed contentedly. Tonight, she was sure, was going to be a good night.

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[rope-victim.livejournal.com]

There was something pulling at her heart, telling her to follow something. Confused, and perhaps a bit dazed, Miku stood up and left a note hastily written on her desk, next to her meal, picked up her bag and flashlight and padded out the door.

"What's calling...?"

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[uruz-vii.livejournal.com]

[Skipping some halls from here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/522796.html?thread=43198508#t43198508)]

Sousuke swung Miku down gently onto her bed and immediately went for the sheets on the other bed. He could bandage her properly now, and then tend to his own wounds as well.

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[rope-victim.livejournal.com]

Her sheets were going to get dirty with dried, sticky blood, her logic dictated as she watched Sousuke prepare to go to town on Lust's bedsheets. Her head had swam as they rushed back to the room and she'd closed her eyes to keep from getting sick.

The time between had helped her get her voice back, though it was still quiet in the dark. "Are you alright, Sousuke...?"

[mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com]

Sheena was ecstatic to find her yayoi in her closet. In record ninja time, she'd changed into the familiar purple robe, leggings, as well as her lower leg and lower arm coverings. She tied her pink obi and fluttered the tails out behind her. She felt so much better now, back to being a real ninja. No more ugly grey smiley face. No more constriction across her chest. Sure, she was giving everyone a nice view, but if she was wearing this, hopefully they'd know not to piss the ninja off.

Now, with cards stored in their proper place thanks to her outfit, Sheena slipped out into the hallway. She needed to pick Raine up, not kick Raine in the head, tell her about how she's going to be healing Soubi against his will and why it needs to be done and then get to the Clinic to meet up with Ritsuka so they could rescue people.

Wow. It seemed like a lot. Unfortunately, it wasn't all that was on her mind. Sheen couldn't help but wonder if being back in her yayoi would send off mystical signals given her visible cleavage that would make Zelos instantly appear. She'd smack him, but it would make her feel better knowing he was there.

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[2cuprhubarb.livejournal.com]

Ophelia vanished out the door in a matter of seconds, leaving GLaDOS alone to gather her flashlight and radio and head out the door. She paused momentarily, looking left and right for any signs of danger (cameras really were helpful in that regard, so long as they weren't knocked off the wall by a childish test subject) before making her way toward the exit of the main block. She didn't know quite where the second floor kitchen was, but she knew it existed, and that was enough.

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F10

[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

Night came and Kagura waited for the visitors to come. She pulled her staff out from under the bed and tucked a pillowcase into her waistband. They'd have to carry things somehow and if they needed bandages, they would do in a pinch.

Next, all that was left to do was sit patiently, and wait.

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(From here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/517218.html) Without the fail?)

Bridget was still a little nervous about leaving Roger in his room, but he wanted to have his hands (or hand) free to help.

Ah, here it was. Smiling, glad to have made it here without getting lost or into trouble. He knocked on the door.

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[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

Kagura was to the door in a matter of moments when she heard the knock. She wasn't sure who to expect first, Bridget or Mello, but she supposed it didn't matter too much. She opened the door to let in the visitor, smiling when she saw it was Bridget.

"Hi," she still hadn't gotten over some of her shyness. "Did you want to come in for a bit?"

F6

[see-my-back.livejournal.com]

It would have been nice to at least be properly equipped for a battle, but with her metal pole gone and nothing but pens for pointed objects, she just had to hope they didn't run into anything too dangerous. She knew she had to hurry, so she gathered the supplies, pens, flashlight, and one of the pillowcases, as soon as she'd finished dinner, waiting at the door for it to unlock.

As soon as she heard the lock click, she pushed it open and bolted out the door.

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F4

[tostepforward.livejournal.com]

Ayumu was rather glad to see Yuffie leave so quickly when night fell, to be honest. It would give her a few minutes to prepare before Robin arrived and make certain she'd regained her composure, as well as to think about what she'd learned - not just in the last little while, but through the entire day.

She just smiled and waved in farewell as her roommate departed, settling down on her bed with every appearance that she intended to stay there and wait until Robin arrived. After an appropriate interval, though, waiting to see if the girl was planning to return, she rose to her feet again.

Keeping a careful ear out for anyone approaching in the hallway outside, she moved over to the other side of the room and began searching through Yuffie's belongings, very careful to put everything back exactly as it had been before. From what she'd heard and seen, it seemed like everything was tidied up at the end of the evening when people were returned to their rooms, but there was no point in not taking precautions.

But there was, unfortunately, nothing really of interest to be found. It seemed that Yuffie had taken with her anything that might resemble a weapon, and the writing in the journal was nothing she could read. Ayumu frowned as she put the book away again and returned to her side of the room. Well, she hadn't learned much from that, apart from the fact that she'd need to be on guard against her roommate doing the same to her, should she find anything of interest tonight.

For now, though, she just settled back onto her bed and worked on mentally composing a report for Okita, as she waited for Robin's arrival.

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[whohitreset.livejournal.com]

Matt paused in front of Sen's door. He took a moment to straighten out his vest, even though it didn't need straightening, and secure his goggles, even though there wasn't anything off about them. Then he mentally reprimanded himself for being ridiculous about the whole matter.

He knocked on the door a couple times - not so hard that she'd think he was trying to rush her. "Hey, Sen. It's me, Robin."

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[tostepforward.livejournal.com]

It really was hard to tell just how much time had passed between Yuffie's departure and the knock on the door, and Ayumu spared a moment to wonder about the speculation she'd read on the bulletin board about the nature of time in the Institute. If the people who ran it could meddle with time and space to the extent that they apparently could, why not make it uncertain how long you'd been here? It was another way to throw their prisoners off balance, after all.

A day ago she never would've expected to be thinking such things, but still? If she weren't adaptable, she'd never have survived this long. It made no sense at all, even so, but when she had it on good authority what was going on, then it must be true and she had to accept that and deal with it from there.

Ayumu slowly rose and moved to the door, somewhat awkwardly holding the light stick she'd found under her pillow and seen Yuffie using earlier. "Robin-han? You..." She paused with the door halfway open, blinking a couple of times as though unsure if her eyes were playing tricks. "You have new clothing too?"

Unfair, really. Her roommate got new clothing, Robin got new clothing, she was stuck with the same. Was there something about her world that prevented them from obtaining her normal apparel? (Though come to think of it, which outfit would she want, if she were to get some of her old clothing? That would be difficult.)

[fuyunohanabi.livejournal.com]

The intercom message was summarily ignored when it sounded. Rangiku stood up and retrieved her katana, slipping it solemnly into the sash around her waist. There were the candles too. She felt woefully unprepared for what it was that she needed to do, but that was just the way that things went. Could one ever be prepared for the death of a friend?

With a soft sigh, she stepped out into the corridor.

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[brightlyshine.livejournal.com]

Elena had mixed feelings about going out. On one hand, she was feeling mostly better about yesterday - apparently sleeping all morning had helped in that regard. On the other, she was worried it'd be awkward, the way that Reno and Rude both knew something that she didn't and didn't plan on telling her. But that shouldn't stop her from trying to work on escaping, right?

In the end, it was her sense of duty that got her moving. That and remembering that she still had the knife Rude gave her. Perhaps tonight she'd actually find something to kill like they'd planned on.

Only when she went to her closet to get ready, she was met with quite a surprise - her Turk suit, pressed and clean and hanging there as if it'd always been there. She gaped at it for a few moments before quickly changing.

Now she had a reason to go out; she could finally brag to Reno that he wasn't special anymore in his normal clothes.

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[a_sin_for_him]

Lust slid on her clawed knuckles, grabbed her flashlight, and wasted no time in venturing out tonight. She was fueled with a desire to do something, to feel a sense of accomplishment by the end of the night. She'd done enough moping and time wasting - more than enough.

Simply because she was human now, that didn't turn into a witless ninny.

[a_sin_for_him]

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[meironohosoku.livejournal.com]

As always, nightfall brought about a mix of feelings. On the plus side, Hanyuu was going to be getting a flashlight tonight and that would certainly make things a lot easier. But then night was also the time that monsters appeared...

The spirit didn't want to stay inside her room all night, even though the rooms were said to be the safest place. She had to go out if she wanted to learn anything and, as she already knew, there was much about this place to be learned. It'd been a few days since she'd last seen any monsters too, so... maybe it would be too bad.

...either way, she needed to go pick up her flashlight first. She could decide what to do afterwards.

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[simpleastherain.livejournal.com]

She didn't remember much after falling asleep on Renamon, but the nurse must have woken her up to get her to bed at some point. Orihime woke with the last announcements, though she didn't pay any attention to them. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and grabbed her flashlight. She knew what she had to do. Just keep it together, go to the funeral, stay close to her friends and do the best she could to help them.

No, make sure they did the best they could to help each other. That was the whole point of her conversation with Renamon.

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