http://shallweplay.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] shallweplay.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-01-24 10:05 am
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Nightshift 38: West Wing, South Hall 1-B

[From here]

Ophelia carefully opened the door, listening and looking around in both directions for any signs of monster activity. When she was satisfied that there was none that she could detect, she swung the door open and hurried down toward the main hall where more of the moonlight could be seen faintly. Once she got there, she knew she was definitely going to have to keep her guard up, considering that the main hall had been where the big monster from the previous night had been.

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[identity profile] reanalyze.livejournal.com 2009-01-27 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Citan raised his eyebrows at the news of what had happened. Truth serum? What in the world would these people want to interrogate Armand of all people for? The other news, that someone else was joining them, hardly even seemed to register.

"Are you alright?" he heard himself asking, though it was purely out of habit. And perhaps in poor taste, considering Armand had just asked him to be 'sparing' with the questions. Was that because he was still suffering some sort of stress disorder, or because... the serum was still in effect?

Interesting.

"Armand, if you would prefer to rest tonight, I daresay we'd all understand," he went on, his expression not betraying the curiosity that had sprung up within.
ext_203323: Malcolm Jamieson as Armand St. Just in The Scarlet Pimpernel looking down while outside with a tree in background (doubtful)

[identity profile] secret-orchard.livejournal.com 2009-01-27 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
At least the one question Citan asked was the kind of thing one could expect from the situation. Armand shook his head. "No, I'm not. Not exactly. But I don't think it will wear off. It's been nearly a whole day, and I still can't... say anything but the absolute truth."

He simply didn't think taking a day off would change anything. "I have too many plans. I don't wish to waste time, yours or mine. And if I'm not here, who knows what Alec will say or do?"

With this effect, Armand realized he'd have to learn to curb his tendency to ramble when he was nervous or stressed. It could get him into quite a bit of trouble.

[identity profile] janus-006.livejournal.com 2009-01-28 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/544800.html?thread=45202208#t45202208).]

"That's sweet that you're worrying about me, Armand. I'm touched," Alec drawled as he walked up to the small group. "Evening, everyone." He turned to the third person in the group and the only one he hadn't previously met. "Alec Trevelyan. I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that you're Dr. Uzuki." Funny, normally he'd go to great pains to avoid giving his real name. Ah well, he wasn't in Cuba anymore, and the game had needed to be retooled anyway.

[identity profile] loyal-soldier.livejournal.com 2009-01-28 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
TK kept out of the conversation, not really wanting to waste much time here if at all possible. Their plans kept on being derailed or they set out too late to get anything done.

Finally, they had everybody. "So what's our objective tonight?" There had been some sort talk about avoiding the basement, but he never heard an actual reason for that.

[identity profile] reanalyze.livejournal.com 2009-01-28 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well then, as we are all assembled, I believe our friend of few words has the correct idea." Citan smiled and adjusted his glasses as he gave their newest companion a rather amiable but distracted look over. He'd have to keep his eye on this one, he decided. At least until he'd gotten a measure of the man.

"And you would guess correct, I am Dr. Citan Uzuki, most commonly just called 'Doc'."

He didn't vocally address Armand's little problem. How interesting. Were they testing these things on the patients, then? Citan supposed it made more sense than most conjectures. Thinking on it from that angle, they really all could be nothing more than lab rats in a maze. There didn't need to be some higher purpose, some higher goal they were going to be used for. They were disposable, after all. Test subjects often were.

But Armand...well, that was something to keep in mind. Citan was simply grateful nothing along those lines had happened to him.
ext_203323: Malcolm Jamieson as Armand St. Just in The Scarlet Pimpernel looking down while outside with a tree in background (determined)

[identity profile] secret-orchard.livejournal.com 2009-01-28 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Somewhat impressed and grateful that there was not one single direct question from three people, Armand still chose to answer TK's question, even though he wasn't compelled to do so. The discussion he'd had with Citan the other day indicated that someone would have to take some initiative, and Armand knew exactly what he and TK needed. He didn't think Alec would object either.

"The main order of the night is weapons, I believe. I signed up to have a sword made, so I am not too worried about myself, but I would like... TK here to have something other than a small stick for monster-fighting." He still couldn't call him Morrison out loud. How sad. Well, at least he didn't have to use the numbers. There was only one TK here.

"We can talk as we walk, if people don't mind," he said. "The only place I know of to find anything of value is upstairs, and it's that way." He pointed back toward the main hallway, where there were stairs. And went in the direction he pointed with some seeming of confidence. It was only a few steps and there was at least one light around them now.

[gone here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/544800.html) - not pausing until the top of the stairs]
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