Nightshift 38: West Wing, North Hall 1-B

[no-barbarian.livejournal.com]

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Now, if Teisel were a sixties-numbered room, where would he be? It shouldn't be too far away. He only had two directions to go in from here. Farther down the hall were women's rooms, if he remembered the nameplates right. The rooms were probably arranged in a grid, so...

No sense standing around. He had a fifty-fifty chance of going the right way, so he might as well go...to the right? Why not.


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[toxicspiderman]

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Not only his head hurt -- everything ached. Turning around, going back to his room, and lying back down was way the hell too tempting. What the fuck -- that just wasn't the kind of guy he was. Sangamon Taylor, GEE International, didn't roll over and take it from anyone or anything. Not the government, not John Q. Public, not the fucking Mafia thugs even when they had a helicopter with guns and he didn't.

A headache wasn't going to stop him. It was just part of how this place screwed with you -- no pharmaceutical remedies for normal things, even when major injuries were evidently healed in impossibly short spans. Fuck, what he wouldn't give for some aspirin. Oh well.

Or even a drink of water -- oh, wait. Naah. There had been something deeply off about the water in the bathroom last night; best not to risk it. Again, the kitchen would provide. Assuming they could get there this time.

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[fourtharcana.livejournal.com]

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One hallway down, just a few to go. It had been easy so far, but then again, that didn't mean much. It could get bad just as fast here as it could inside Tartarus.

He kept an eye out for any familiar faces as he headed down the hallway. That intercom announcement had mentioned the possibility, at least. If there was anyone else that had just arrived from home, he wanted to grab them early and bring them along. It would be easier to just give that talk once than to constantly repeat it.

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[windstwilight.livejournal.com]

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And now it was definitely familiar. This way, this path she had taken last night when she thought they were going to Renji's funeral. How simple that would have been. She almost wished....

[windstwilight.livejournal.com]

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[gothamnight.livejournal.com]

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Trying to place what he'd seen on the map with the actual places, Bruce paused briefly after entering this new hall. If he remembered correctly, a left turn would bring him to the Recreational Field; a right, to the main hallway.

Tonight, his destination was neither. He moved on.

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[longlivetheking]

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It was remarkably silent in these halls. Most patients were usually up and about during the night, but Scar failed to notice anyone around. Possibly, he was a bit on the early side...

[longlivetheking]

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[hailmegatron.livejournal.com]

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Another long hallway. Left had led him outside, the night before; right would lead him to the place he would meet Blitzwing.

Blitzwing was a less unpleasant option. He went right.

[hailmegatron.livejournal.com]

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[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

This was becoming a routine, but Phoenix didn't mind so much. It was a quick chance to confer with Edgeworth that spared the publicity of the bulletin, see quickly what the state of the immediate hallways was, and listen for a radio announcement. He also liked the chance to go outside, however briefly. The world felt more real when he has some fresh air here and there.

The noise of shouting and barking reached his ears before he even reached the door, and he cracked it open to see another patient kick away a dog and make a break for it. He barely bit his tongue in time to keep himself quiet; even if he did shout over, the dog was between the guy and the institute. There was nothing to do but make a break for it, and Phoenix turned off his flashlight before shouldering open the door, ready to sprint for the other one.

[demon-beast.livejournal.com]

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Nearly there, and early too. There shouldn't be too many humans on the field yet, she hoped. She still retained enough sense to know that them seeing her feed would be a bad idea, but she didn't have any choice at the moment. She just hoped that they wouldn't get in the way if they did see her.

[demon-beast.livejournal.com]

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[heraldric.livejournal.com]

There was no one here that Leon recognized, at least not yet. He tried to tell himself this was a good thing, but at some level he was hoping to run into someone that would stop him. It was one thing to make plans like this and another to actually carry them out solo.

He just had to keep moving. If he didn't stop, maybe nothing would bother him...

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[not-rly-fai.livejournal.com]

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It wasn't long before he was to the main hallways. It looked like everyone else was out and running too, so he tried to keep out of the way. So far, none of the ones who might recognize him were out, though it was hard to tell for sure in the darkness. He'd lost his light last night, along with several other things, but he should be able to get along without it, especially if others that were meeting him had some. At least, he hoped so.

[not-rly-fai.livejournal.com]

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[i-dont-paint.livejournal.com]

It was lucky the layout of the hall was similar to the one Tony was used to, as the dark-on-dark of the door was difficult to make out. He hung a right as he stepped through the double doors leading back to the southern part of the hall, heading into the adjacent block of rooms.

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[4lulzngiggles.livejournal.com]

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Ho hum... blood, darkness, fear, all the same as it was last night, and the night before. Joshua found himself adding another reason to take over the Institute and re-educate Mr. Martin Landel: namely, to get some kind of change of decoration. Shibuya was creepy if it was handled right, all of those nameless faceless people walking past. This? This was getting stale, and just like in fine dining, that ruined a Game like nothing else.

Clearly, more work had to be done. Soon. With that in mind, the boy started picking up the pace towards his destination.

[4lulzngiggles.livejournal.com]

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[runner-up-robot.livejournal.com]

Forte continued down the now-familiar halls, with his flashlight off so as to not attract attention until he made it to his meeting-place. Of course, this was still the same hall he'd been attacked in the first night, but it didn't unsettle him as much tonight. After seeing Lugnut's impressive battle damage, he was almost determined to get into a fight this night.

[kingside]

[From here.]

Now... which way, exactly?

Lelouch peered up and down the hall, a frown slowly spreading over his features. The sound of voices coming from the right of the hall he'd just come from made his decision for him, though, and he took a few steps in that direction impatiently before remembering Emmett. Maybe he should have just left the man to fend for himself once he'd determined he knew nothing, but discarding a potentially valuable resource that quickly when he still didn't know what he was up against would have been incredibly foolish. A more appropriate time would present itself in due course, he was sure of it.

[rides-on-top.livejournal.com]

Emmett's long strides made it easy to catch up with the kid again, but his learned habits still kept him a few feet to the side.

He could hear the sounds of voices and footsteps. If it was more humans, then he would have no problems. Emmett continued walking down the hall, slightly wary.

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[chocomancer.livejournal.com]

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And this was where the path from last night diverged; the shortcut through the Recreation Field would be the long way around this time. Instead, Wonka banked right, slowing down so as to keep more careful watch with his flashlight as he continued down the corridor.

[chocomancer.livejournal.com]

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[morphenominal.livejournal.com]

...huh. This hall seemed just like the last one. Well, a lot of the halls seemed similar to each other, but that was a little beside the point.

Kimberly frowned and slowed to a walk. She'd always gone the other way before, so this was a new direction. She wasn't exactly sure where this hall led so it would probably be a good idea to take it slow. That was what Zordon would've probably said anyway, and he always knew what was best for the team.

The Ranger kept her light off, trailing a hand along the wall to help find her way as she moved down the hallway.

[ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com]

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As the mutant stepped silently through the doorway into the main North hallway, he caught a faint familiar scent. Stark Although he could tell which direction it was headed, the scent was already too faint; a sure sign that the Iron Man had passed through here some time ago. Who knew wherre he'd be by now, or what was between him and Logan? The mutant could spend the whole night chasing his own tail, and that would achieve nothing. Instead, Logan's keen eyes turned towards the door to the North, the one leading to the Reacreational Field. Wha' tha hell, he reasoned. Coul' use some fresh air. With that, he soundlessly loped Northward, reaching the door in scant seconds, and moved cautiously out into the night.

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[rectifies.livejournal.com]

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Ken was more than ready to meet tonight's needs by the time he entered the main hallways. Thanks to his unexplained nap, energy replaced the former inertia, and as a result, the boy felt a good deal confident. Not overtly so, of course; he knew dangerous events could lunge at him at any given moment and crush any ego to a pulp.

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[promisedawhale.livejournal.com]

Really it did get dark out at night. Hopefully the vie would be better once he was outside. Perhaps the company could get... well, the Vampire Mermaid had been actually quite lovely in all honesty, but nothing really compared with a clear night where you could see the stars. Brook had only just gotten used to seeing the clearness of the sky again, so when he did get ousdie, he looked forward to the view most of all.

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[adorkabledragon.livejournal.com]

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"This place calls itself 'Landel's Institute,'" Keman said, leading Hijikata into the next hallway. Luckily, Valyn didn't seem to be going anywhere. The "sound" of his magic had remained constant for the last five minutes, and Keman would be able to tell if it moved any. They were all right in that respect, at least.

"It claims that it's sort of mental hospital, but it's actually a prison. During the day, it has doctors and nurses running around, telling you that everything you remember--including your own name--is a lie, and they're here to cure you. At night...it's like this. The doors unlock, the lights go off, and it isn't safe."

[mayomanoflove.livejournal.com]

"Ah."

Hijikata sighed a bit and rubbed his face again. Maybe if he tried hard enough to imagine smoking he could convince himself that a cigarette really was here. The doctors were always talking about how all the drugs you consumed never really left your system--just accumulated over time until they built up giant black holes in your lungs and arteries. Maybe if he concentrated enough he could summon the nicotine out of its dormant state and get it working again. Or something.

"And everyone you knew in your life tries to tell you that you're delusional, but just when you start doubting your sanity and wondering if you're crazy after all they capture you and throw into a laboratory for months and months of experimentation. When you finally wake up you realize the last few months of your life have been wiped away and stolen, and you try to break out-- But the world around you is filled with monsters and darkness and always that one voice... always, always mocking you..."

Still nothing. Maybe he wasn't imagining this right. Maybe it was like reverse psychology, so he'd have to imagine not having a cigarette with his mind before his body could convince itself that it had a cigarette. That kind of thing worked, didn't it? What with the stressing yourself out by obsessing over not stressing yourself out...

"That kind of thing?"

[no-ones-son.livejournal.com]

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Another damn hallway, this one mostly empty. And still, nothing had happened. The atmosphere was a little off-putting, sure, but after the shit he'd been through it was going to take more than that to scare him.

Glaring around the hall in case he could catch someone monitoring him, Jason picked a direction at random and headed for the door furthest away from him. He was distantly aware that his irritation with the situation was making him careless but he couldn't bring himself to care. If something did come after him it would learn just how bad a mistake that was and then it would tell him where to find the asshole who'd put him here.

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[timeleaper.livejournal.com]

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The door opened and Ronixis peered out along the next corridor, equally dark and deserted too. This just wasn't usual! Quite the opposite!!! There should have been people around in any kind of facility. They always had people!

He turned right and headed down the corridor further, determined to find someone and get some answers.

[timeleaper.livejournal.com]

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[enigmaticmedium.livejournal.com]

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The hall they exited into was fairly empty, which didn't surprise Xelloss too much. He supposed most people were already at or further along their way to their destinations. Then again, if new patients were arriving this suddenly, that might add to the population within the patient room blocks.

That thought brought to mind how exactly King... Minch or Porky?... had been delivered into Landel's Institute. Nobody ever reported seeing unconscious bodies being carried into bedrooms to wake up, of course. The idea of lowering them from the ceiling was impractical, but funny. Teleportation seemed more likely, which to Xelloss indicated magic yet again.

"If you don't mind my asking, your highness, do you have magic in your world? Oh, but you must, if you make chimeras!" Xelloss offered the assumption blithely, ready to be corrected. People did tend to call magic by odd names in other worlds, after all, and the king might not want to talk about his creations anyhow.

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

Xelloss was rather nosy, wasn't he? Well, no matter. Porky didn't want to get on Xelloss' bad side (if he even had one), so he answered the questions. It's not like Xelloss would be able to somehow turn them on Porky, anyway.

"Well, we do have a form of magic on the Nowhere Islands," Porky explained, "but it's not exactly 'magic,' per se. It's called 'PSI,' and it's actually a form of mental energy. It might as well be magic, but, because it's related to the mind, only a few people can use it. I knew a few people that could, but I can't use it myself."

Porky hoped that the explanation he offered would be enough for Xelloss, but explaining chimeras would be a tad more difficult. After all, Xelloss seemed to have a few grave misconceptions on the subject.

"As for the chimeras," Porky began slowly, "In my world, chimeras are merely animals. Some of them are made from two animals fused together and some are animals with mechanical parts. Anyway, there's no magic involved in the manufacturing of my chimeras. But what about you? Chimeras seem to be drastically different in your world. Different enough to be called a person, at least."

[no-ones-son.livejournal.com]

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Stumbling back through the door, Jason pushed it closed behind him and leaned heavily against it. He was still shaking violently from the cold and was coherent enough to realise he was heading into dangerous territory.

Pushing away from the door, he forced himself to start walking. He needed to get somewhere and warm up. It wasn't like he'd never had to deal with a situation like this before. He'd encountered Freeze before (with Bruce, this time he was on his own) and had dealt with it then. He knew what to do, he just needed to focus on that and ignore the possibility he could lose his arm.

If this was a test he was definitely failing. No change there. Jason snickered at that thought, half expecting the freaking Golden Boy himself to pop up and point out how much better he could cope with being half frozen. God, wouldn't that just be a perfectly shitty end to a shitty night.

Shaking his head, Jason forced his mind back to the matter of getting warm. Distantly he recalled that he was close to the room he'd woken up in. The room with its bed and blankets and warm clothers. That was a start.

Dragging his numb shoulder against the wall, Jason shuffled slowly along the hall. He desperately hoped no one decided to come after him again as he was barely aware of his surroundings, all his attention on keeping moving.

[whiny-egomaniac.livejournal.com]

As Starscream wandered into the sparsely-populated hallway, he first noticed a slow, steady chill emanating from the door at the far end. This sensation, he thought to himself, it...yes, the synthoid body is reacting to a drop in temperatures, and if these foul human senses are correct, the source of the disturbance is on the other side...the 'recreational field' itself. Are they housing some kind of cryogenic system there? Unfortunately, I cannot recall the tolerances of these bodies to temperature extremes; if I am ill-prepared it may receive some damage...

Still judging the situation, the distracted Decepticon walked close to the wall on his right, completely unawares of the figure that was about to collide with him...

"Watch where you're going, flesh-creature!" he shouted automatically as the two bodies bumped into each other, the hypocrisy completely escaping him. Starscream started to speak again when he observed the newcomer's odd posture; he was using the wall as a support. His scientific curiosity now taking over, the Decepticon stepped back and smirked sarcastically. "My apologies, fellow inmate...are you injured?"

[superdynamic.livejournal.com]

Another dark hallway. More people wearing smiley-faced outfits. This was surreal. But this hall looked larger, like more of a main avenue, so maybe he was getting closer to some central area. To finding something that would tell him what this was and how to navigate it, how to find the person he desperately needed to find. Suzaku had no idea what was going on here, and anything could have happened to Lelouch. Absolutely nothing could happen to Lelouch, Lelouch was the future. Absolutely nothing could interfere with their plans.

Suzaku took off down the new hall, trying to walk quickly and not run. He didn't want to attract too much attention, however much he wanted to get out of here right now. There was another door at the end of this hall, and Suzaku opened it, hoping to see something enlightening -- and not another hallway. Swallowing his disappointment, Suzaku continued on to the next bare hallway.

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