Nightshift 38: M31-M40 Hallway

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

(From here.)

Holding a gun, ammo, a katana, and a kunai wasn't very easy. Especially when walking around a dark area at night. He'd waited for Akihiko to leave because Homura probably would have skinned him alive if his roommate had found out the club was in possession of a gun. And a key.

But he made it safely to M39 without falling on anything, which was a bonus considering he couldn't see a bloody thing without his flashlight on. He set his katana aside for a moment and knocked on the door.

"Uh... Kenren-han?" he called softly. "It's Hattori Heiji, the young guy from last night? I have that thing you need."

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outside M33

[tsunagari.livejournal.com]

And then he was there. The usual knocking followed suit as Sai waited patiently (but not as patiently as usual) outside the pirate's door.

"Usopp," he greeted. "It's Sai. Do you have a moment?" Hopefully his friend would be okay with what he was going to ask for. He didn't have much time for arguing.

Re: outside M33

[usoppsenchou.livejournal.com]

Usopp was a little surprised to hear a knock so early in the evening, but Sai's voice wasn't a surprise at all, so he quickly opened the door to let the ninja in.

"Hi, sure. Is something wrong?" The way he'd asked if Usopp had a moment seemed strange too, considering that usually Usopp thought of Sai as welcome anytime and for multiple moments, either to help out or if he just wanted to hang around. Not that the ninja probably thought of it in terms like that.

Re: outside M33

[tsunagari.livejournal.com]

"No, not particularly." Sai stepped inside but made no effort to get comfortable. He pointed towards the pirate's closet. "I need to ask for something, if that's all right."

He didn't think it would be. He'd helped gather materials and Mello now owed him. "I need some of the flammable and/or acidic chemicals."

[maskedsunflower.livejournal.com]

Stepping outside of his room, he found it easier to at least have only the flashlight to worry about carrying tonight. The plans for tonight were more agreeable too--instead of an uncertain wait for clues that might or not benefit him, there were concrete orders to get metal from the bathroom, followed by a plan to get another weapon. A metal pipe by itself would at least be better than the flashlight, even if the second mission fell through.

But he'd been here two nights already, which seemed much too long. He wasn't meant to function as a solitary force; he belonged to and needed his king to give him direction and purpose. Finding ways to defend himself and learning more about this place were only steps towards survival at best. Keeping his existence, even if it meant fleeing a battle scene, so that he could serve his ultimate function was an order that could be extended into the survival here. As long as he was in this place, though, he couldn't serve that higher function at all, and allowing himself to be taken from home so easily might be considered as bad as allowing himself to be destroyed. It wasn't a good thought. Lingering on it also wouldn't help, so he kept it at the back of his mind, but focused on the night's tasks first of all, and on actually accomplishing something with the time.

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

(From here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/550783.html?thread=44935039#t44935039))

Short and blond. Short... and blond. Brunette, brunette, blond guy hugging a kid and... short and blond guy.

"Hey there! Commander?" Heiji tilted his head once he was close enough to the guy and grinned. "'M Hattori, the guy who's leadin' the team t'night?"

He really hoped he had the right guy, otherwise this could get kind of awkward.

[maskedsunflower.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I'm the Commander-guy." He turned his attention to the new man, his expression still neutral. "You're Hattori? Wasn't there supposed to be a larger team?"

If not, it was fine with him, so long as he got his weapon, but if they had to look for other people it would take time. As long as he got at least a simple weapon out of it, that didn't matter, he told himself. There was almost no chance of escaping tonight no matter how quickly they moved, so rushing through the Club objectives would be meaningless.

[opposingheaven.livejournal.com]

Kenren was halfway into his uniform when he heard the knock on the door, his long coat still laid out on the bed along with his gloves. He went to answer it anyway, even shirtless, opening it and smiling at Hattori. "I remember," he said, stepping aside to let him enter.

"Thanks for bringing it," he said with a pleased smile. "It'll be nice to have something like that in my hands again." Hopefully it would be a good size for his hands too.

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, sounds like it," Heiji said, not at all bothered by Kenren's state of undress. Kendo locker rooms had that effect, after all--naked boys all over the place. The detective entered the room, setting down the gun and the ammunition on Kenren's desk.

"And it's no problem at all," he said with a cheerful smile. "Wouldn' want you guys runnin' around when y'r injured'n all, yeah?"

M40

[jei.livejournal.com]

Farfarello was just carefully capping the last of the fire bombs as the doors unlocked. That had gone well--he'd been able to eat and get the work done in time. Nothing had gotten spilled; he'd used only his steady, uninjured hand to actually do the pouring. He hadn't armed himself for the night yet, though, so he put the chemicals aside and set to getting ready while he waited for his appointments.

If no one arrived by the time he was fully armed, Farfarello was going to start getting impatient with waiting.

Re: M40

[tsunagari.livejournal.com]

Sai walked down the hall carefully, not wanting to jostle anything in his makeshift bag too much, though he believed the actual chance of them being spilled wasn't very high. Keeping the pillowcase steady in one hand, he knocked on the door with the other.

"It's Sai," the ninja said afterward. "Are you there?" He didn't think he'd taken too long a time getting the requested items, but one never knew how the minutes were going to go by in this place.

[haplesstracker.livejournal.com]

In an ideal world, Scourge would have just sat tight and waited for someone else to make the escape plan. But he hadn't seen anyone else bar Wesker--and he wasn't quite sure he could trust the other organic. Anyone who seemed that calm had to be hiding something. With his club/makeshift headlight held tightly in one hand , Scourge nervously poked his head out the door and down the hallway. He could hear footsteps and muttered bits of dialogue, but nothing useful or familiar.

There were other people there, Wesker had been honest about that. Best to ignore them for now--if this was anything like Torkulon, chances were they wouldn't have much sanity left. Scourge felt it best to just make a run for it.

[To here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/546983.html)

Leaving M38

[paper-murdock.livejournal.com]

Matt frowned and picked up his quarter staff and radio. Who knew when it would come in handy?

He carefully went to the door andstepped out. Much quieter here at night, and, with one hand on the wall to feel his way, he found that he could get the slightest feeling of the space.

This way then...

((To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/544800.html?thread=44903712#t44903712).))

outside M35

[stalksperverts.livejournal.com]

M35. He should have had Sou-chan here. That was the plan. Of course, that plan had gone to shit two hallways back, in between jealousy and Demyx reading him like an open book. Kio wasn't sure if his decision was the best ever, but it had been made. No point going back. Leaning against the wall, he played back the conversation.

Nope, still hurt. It would probably hurt in the morning too, but he would deal with the morning when it arrived. Kio waited outside Ritsuka's room, knowing that he'd finally managed to let Sou-chan hurt him.

Re: outside M35

[forgot-it-all.livejournal.com]

Ritsuka still had no answers. Was Soubi avoiding him? Had he left him for someone else now? He hadn't thought so, but when he gathered his things, bid his roommate goodnight for the evening, and left the room, he was confronted with something he hadn't expected. Kio was here, but no Soubi. And no Demyx either. He'd thought perhaps they'd all be going together, but...

"Kio?" Ritsuka stepped out of his room, shutting the door behind him quietly as he looked up at the man and then down the hall. Where was Soubi? Had something happened? Or maybe they were supposed to go it alone. Demyx and Soubi, Kio and Ritsuka. Yeah, that was a brilliant plan - put the two fighters together and leave the pacifists to their own. Ritsuka had gotten the impression that Kio was like him in that he'd never hurt another person or thing, but that wasn't going to help them tonight. "What happened?"

Inside M34 for now

[udo-retrovirus.livejournal.com]

He hadn't meant to fall asleep, but Junior found himself waking up to the intercom going off and that asshole doctor talking about people dying. There really had been a lot of that going on lately, hadn't there? Not like that would have kept the guy from rubbing it in, and he probably enjoyed it way more than he let on.

The redhead was going about gathering his stuff for the night when a familiar tingling at the back of his mind. A fellow U.R.T.V. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/545352.html?thread=45093960#t45093960) searching the link. It had always tired him out in later years, so he was out of practice, but he could still sense it.

He knew that voice. He knew that voice, but what shocked him more was that it was more nostalgic than he would have expected. Little Nigredo, not the older Gaignun. It couldn't have been Gaignun, even though it was obvious that this place could mess with memories and time; or maybe he was just being selfish and didn't want it to be. Let's play together again sometime, huh? Anywhere but here would have been fine, and he could maybe make up for some past mistakes.

Goddamn it. Junior was gonna make sure Landel paid for screwing with his family like this.

The younger variant probably had no clue what was happening, and there was no way the redhead was just going to abandon his brother. So how to break it to Homura tomorrow that they did end up picking up a stray? He couldn't really think of anything yet, but he could worry about it later. Junior sat on his bed and concentrated on grasping for that mental link.

{I am,} he thought after a moment, hesitantly. It was hard to concentrate, and made him feel more like he just wanted to lay over and go back to sleep, but he had to go meet Kenren and then find his brother. For now, he had to keep it short and sweet and explain things later. {I'll come find you. What's the number outside your room?}

[udo-retrovirus.livejournal.com]

As soon as he got a number (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/545352.html?thread=45152840#t45152840), Junior broke his concentration, then grabbed his flashlight before heading out. Thank god the person he was supposed to be meeting was in the same hallway.

He gave a nod to his roommate and the other person who seemed to be talking just outside, then continued on down the hallway, looking at the numbers on the wall until he came to Kenren's room.

M37

[notaghostreally.livejournal.com]

First order of business tonight: talk to Vlad about whatever information he had. And then? ...Okay, there was no plan past that, but Danny was good at winging it.

Taking his maps, as usual, he quickly transformed and headed outside, not even bothering to look at his maps. He'd been through this area so many times he had it memorized. The M-A block hallway wasn't too far from here, so he would get there soon.

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/547107.html?thread=45180963#t45180963)]

[intoindra.livejournal.com]

Roland had... in a phrase... learned when to leave Farfarello alone. When it came to weaponry in particular, the scarred man was best left to his own devices, and that was it. At this point, Roland was more than happy to leave said man on his own; after seeing what had happened with his comrades, he was far more concerned about them than anything else.

The only thing that had given him pause was when he opened up his closet to retrieve the lanterns and pick axes, finding his old outfit there. The wool coat, the camouflage pants, and most importantly, the sturdy leather boots that he'd missed. Without preamble, he stripped down and changed into something far more comfortable, grinning as he felt... well, like himself again. No flask in the coat pocket, but he could deal with that.

For now, he just strolled out the door, shouldering those axes and holding on to the lamps as he headed on. If he didn't miss his guess, he knew where he could find his comrades.

[intoindra.livejournal.com]

((To here.)) (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/546983.html?view=45207719#t45207719)

[sir-savien.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/547107.html?thread=45279779#t45279779)]

Kvothe tried to read the room numbers as he went down the hallway, keeping a hand on the wall for guidance without his flashlight, but it was just too dark. "It's too dark to read the numbers without a light," he said, looking back toward Tony. He hadn't gotten a good look at which room it was the night before and he didn't know offhand which room the hall started with.

[tony-castaway.livejournal.com]

Tony came up behind Kvothe and lent his light to their search. He spied the open door ahead. "There must be ten rooms on each hall." M35 was only about halfway back. Once again, he stepped in front of his roommate to lead the way.

[gone here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/556189.html)]

[no-side-effects.livejournal.com]

While last nights trip had been productive, Wesker wanted to get more. With only a 20% concentration he would need more if he wanted to refine a reasonable amount of high-concentration chemicals to create decent weapons.

Tomorrow he would see about setting up a process to refine the chemicals he needed and about speaking to Schuldig again. For now he would go about his night alone. Business as usual.

Invading M34

[mind-the-sukima.livejournal.com]

[Sneaking in from over here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/546983.html?thread=45388199#t45410983)]

Rats. So Sheena was just going to hide out in one of the patient rooms tonight? Or worse, she was getting together with a group. Yukari let the gap she was using slide closed and disappear as she saw them enter M35 (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/556189.html?thread=45395101#t45395101).

What was she supposed to do now? While the idea was funny, she wasn't about to burst in on a group of patients just for a joke, especially when there had been threatened ass-kicking.

She decided to keep an eye on her for now and think the matter over. That in mind, she went one door past the room they had gone into so that if or when Sheena did leave, Yukari would come out behind her. It didn't sound like anyone was inside, and she found the door unlocked. She walked inside, closing the door behind her, but once again leaving it open a crack. She then crouched behind it, waiting patiently to see if Sheena left or not and ran through various scenarios in her head as to how to lure the girl out or otherwise corner her.

Considering her available resources, things looked bleak.

Still, the girl didn't seem like the kind to sit quietly in a room all night, so Yukari could still hope she'd leave. The problem would be how to get her on her own at that point.

This was all getting very complicated.

Re: Invading M34

[mind-the-sukima.livejournal.com]

Once again, Yukari found herself restlessly digging through the room, looking for any hidden goodies left by whoever stayed here, though mostly just so she could make another pile of blankets and sheets to hide in while she waited. Rummaging around in one of the closets, she found several bottles of Aspirin, something she vaguely recalled seeing in the Outside World. A quick look-over confirmed her recollection of it as a mild pain killer, so she took a couple bottles - she wasn't that greedy - before heading back to the door to look out again.

No sign of movement.

She let the spy-gap close again and reopened the storage-gap... only to have everything inside it disgorge itself on the floor.

"What," she stated flatly, clearly not amused. She felt vaguely tired, but shook off the feeling as she tossed to two bottles in and started throwing things back in, batteries, flashlights, radios, journals, shirts. She left the sheet where it was.

Closing the gap again, she was about to start arranging her hideout when she heard the door to M35 open rather quickly. Quickly going over to the door, she peered out through the crack in time to see Sheena run out and down the hall. Grabbing her flashlight and her (bent) parasol, Yukari quickly followed.

The hunt was on.

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/546983.html?thread=45395367#t45395367)]

[mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com]

[from here] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/556189.html?thread=45442973)

Sheena swiftly left the Clinic, hand still on her cheek as she could still feel the sting from Raine's slap. She couldn't believe she'd been so stupid as to say what she did. She didn't have an excuse and she wasn't going to stick around the Clinic where her guilt would gnaw at her.

Instead, she moved to action. She hadn't seen what was on the east side of the building yet. Maybe... maybe she could make up for her mouth with some information later.

[to here] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/546983.html?thread=45395367#t45395367)