Nightshift 39: M01-M10 Hallway

[fuzzy-diablo.livejournal.com]

[Currently in M01, from here.]

Kurt exhaled loudly and suddenly when Kon sat on him. Jeez, way to knock the wind out of someone! Kurt was barely half Kon's weight, he would be crushed!

"I said I give! Give!!" He shouted, struggling to get Kon off of him. The announcement came on, though, and he looked up to listen.

He was... snoring now. Seriously, someone had to smack this guy one. He looked back up at Kon, everything a bit clearer in the dim light now. His tail slid out from under his body, and it poked Kon's leg as if to say, 'I'm being crushed here--help?'

"My powers hurting me?" he frowned. "No, but I haven't really used them. Except for that one time when I fell off the ceiling." And how embarrassing had that been? Oi, he'd never live it down. "Why? Are yours hurting you?"

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M2

[kindalikedit]

[From here, still in M2 with Angel]

"Must be nice to have all that Kool-Aid," Dean grunted. He was being a jerk, but honestly, he didn't care. It was one thing for a civilian to know jack about the supernatural - they weren't supposed to - but it was another for an (inexperienced) hunter like Angel. You couldn't afford to act like the things you hunted were all sunshine and roses - if you had to, then get out of the job and let someone who was willing to hunt take over so people wouldn't start dying all over the place because of that mentality.

The intercom sounded then, but, instead of the typical mustache-twirling speech from the Good Old Head Doctor he'd been expecting, he just heard...snoring? Whatever. Dean ignored Angel, heading for the closet and sliding it open. His clothes were there, exactly where and how he would've put them - except that shirt Ron had sliced into pieces with the bowie? It was in one piece again. And his clothes were nice and dry, there was no sign he'd been hit by that witch's magic earlier or anything. Keeping his back blocking any view Angel might have of the interior of the closet, the hunter checked for the bowie knife - it, too, was hidden under his jeans. And off in the corner lay the roll of duct tape he'd stolen, along with a bundle of extension tape leaning up against the empty milk gallon jug. Dean had no idea what to make of it. All he knew was he needed to get dressed, get ready, and head off to go look for Punk-Ass's room...and hope that 1). Angel left soon and 2). Sam got back safely.

Oh, and there was also 3). Try not to get killed by the demon, either.

That'd probably help.

Dean began tugging off his shirt so he could swap it out and pull on his real clothes, the beat-up leather jacket a comforting weight.

[blurred-divide.livejournal.com]

Angel sensed that comment was supposed to mean something, but he had no idea what. Three years surrounded by teenagers, though, and he was used to being lost halfway through conversations, so he let it go.

Besides, with the doors unlocking at last, he was busy with getting down to Willow's room as soon as he could. She was gone, he was almost sure of it, but he needed to see for himself. Just in case.

He'd managed to avoid having Brian catch sight of his weapons so far, but that was apparently changing tonight. It seemed Brian was going to be awhile longer and Angel knew it'd be just as awkward if he hung around for no apparent reason. Never mind. He supposed most of the truth had come out at this point, so it wasn't important anymore.

He pulled the axe out from beneath the mattress and slipped quietly out of the room before Brian could say anything about it.

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M1

[gottabetactile.livejournal.com]

Kon didn't pay any attention to the intercom. The change in Kurt from 'normal good-looking guy' to 'babe with blue fur and a tail I'd love to experiment with' was the best way to tell when night finally fell.

Catching Kurt's tail - something he was going to do until Kurt stopped being nervous about it - Kon shifted up onto his knees so as not to crush it and to allow him to draw it up to rub his cheek against it.

"Ah, sometimes? I think. Last night they were working fine - as fine as they do here - then when I tried to use them again I had a killer headache." He frowned, looking away. It wasn't right that his TTK could hurt him no matter what else had been done to him. But that had to be the reason. It just really, really sucked.

Re: M1

[fuzzy-diablo.livejournal.com]

Kurt frowned and pulled his hips out from under Kon, managing to sit up. He thought for a moment, watching Kon playing with his tail. Hey, as long as he wasn't pulling it...

"Maybe you can only use them once?" he said, tilting his head in question.

[littlestrawdoll.livejournal.com]

Well, the man liked to draw out his point, that was for sure. Making intercom announcements each night without reusing material must be tough, the doll thought, and felt a distinct lack of sympathy towards Landel and his theatrics.

Ren knew all about them. He knew that night's was bound to piss off a few people, and he could only give a disparaging sigh at the person behind the intercom.

As for the prisoners, life went on. The servant turned his attention back to more important things, like what he was supposed to be doing that night. He didn't have a flashlight to collect, or comfortable clothes to change into, so as soon as the doors unlocked, he pulled the pillowcase from his pillow and left the room with a goodbye to his roommate as usual, heading up the hall and out of the cell block. There was just one little catch to meeting up with whoever had wanted to come with him to the second floor... he hadn't gotten a reply back on the bulletin, and hadn't narrowed down exactly where they were meeting in the main hall. If they were meeting.

He didn't know who he was looking for, either, so there went seeking them out with his eye.

[littlestrawdoll.livejournal.com]

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M3

[remnantsofflame.livejournal.com]

Asch made sure he had both maps with him - and both scalpels. He still felt ridiculous even pretending to fight with such a thing, but it was better than having absolutely nothing. Hopefully Zex would still have one as well, although after watching how the alien handled it before, he wasn't sure he wanted to be anywhere near him if a fight had to happen. He'd have to ask Zex what kind of weapon he was used to, if he thought about it.

No sign of Van yet in the hallway, but that was all right. Asch could wait for awhile. It wasn't like he was in the biggest hurry of all time, after all. He'd like to get started soon, but getting impatient would just start an argument - and that was the last thing he needed right now.

[thyapocalypse.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/578106.html?thread=47971898#t47971898)]

Finding his way though the darkened halls was thankfully easy enough, especially since it wasn't a very far distance to travel. When Van turned into the hallway, he slowed his pace so he could read each room number.

At M3, he stopped and smiled softly. No matter what would happen during the night, the biggest challenge would be regaining Asch's trust. There couldn't possibly be anything this institute could throw at him that would be any more daunting than that.

Or so was his hope.

"Good evening, Asch." He kept his voice low and soft as he stepped into the room, smiling just a bit wider. "I trust you have the map ready?"

[whos-da-man.livejournal.com]

Baseball bat - check.

Awesome modded jersey - check.

Flashlight - check.

Sheet to wrap metal in - check.

Hat - still missing.

Damnit. It was a conspiracy, no matter what Yukari said.

Junpei rest the bat on his shoulder and headed out. He had a hot date. A couple seconds later, he backpedaled to check his room number. M8. Cool.

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[whirlingwinds.livejournal.com]

Naruto was amused by his roommate, but also kind of confused. He figured he should talk to him eventually, but for now he wanted to meet Jiraiya quickly (as usual) before he left to join the rest of the team. He didn't want to be late and be in trouble again, and wanted to prove Kakashi that he was worthy of keeping around in the team.

Grabbing his weapons from under his pillow (well, a scalpel and a map), he stepped out, ready for the night despite the day he'd just had.

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[dasgift.livejournal.com]

Martin Landel, Kristoph decided, was a silly man. The beasts and the critters, the dangers and the experiments... All could easily classify as threats to human life and decency. The man at the head of this operation, however, proved altogether different, enough to make a simple defense attorney wonder.

Enough, even, to boost his argument from last afternoon's discussion.

No matter. There would time for interpretation later. For now, Kristoph had a brother to meet and motives to twist. Flashing a gracious smile to his roommate, the man gathered his belongings and headed out the door.

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/578106.html?thread=47972922#t47972922).]

M5

[buteo-sapiens.livejournal.com]

The first thing Tobias thought was Snoring? What kind of evil doctor mastermind--

The second thing Tobias thought was Ack, my arms itch.

The third thing Tobias thought is not fit for print, as he looked down at his arms and realized they were popping out in spontaneous feather tattoos that really did itch, way worse than they usually did, in front of his roommate, and--

Then Tobias stopped thinking and started screaming, because he could feel his bones melting and hollowing out-- not the faraway familiar feeling of shifting, but like every cell in his body was on fire, and every growing pain and pulled muscle he'd ever had was every single inch of him all at once, everything changing and he could feel it and oh man oh man oh God his teeth were tearing out of his face as they merged and hooked into a beak, and his high keening human scream was the harsh sharp cry of a hawk now, and he plummeted to the ground, writhing in pain as he shrank (was crushed, he felt like he was being crushed by agony), and then...

It stopped.

< Oh. Oh, > he whimpered, in thought-speech, voice faint, and he fluttered weakly on the ground, a dazed-looking little hawk. < Oh. Ow. Oh damn. >

Re: M5

[overdoingit.livejournal.com]

Cross was on his feet instantly as the transformation began, hand pulled back at his side as he momentarily forgot that his rings weren't going to do him any good. He watched with wide eyes, readying himself for any danger but not expecting what actually happened.

His roommate had just changed forms - painfully, it appeared. He didn't move for a few moments, as he wasn't sure what would happen. Then, slowly, he took a couple steps toward the bird and knelt down. Should he dare touch him? Was this a normal occurrence come nightfall? The boy hadn't seemed especially prepared for it.

And could the bird still speak? "Ah..." He began moving as if he was going to pick it up, paused, then reached for it again. "What did... That is... Are you all right?"

[lighthearted]

Nightshift came even faster than Sora had expected, but he had managed to eat a decent amount of his dinner before the lights went out. He started out of his seat, knowing that he couldn't waste any time, but he was stopped in his tracks when he heard a strange noise coming from the intercom.

"Is he... asleep?" he asked with a tilt of his head, and he had to fight not to laugh. It was just so... silly!

But hey, if Mr. Landel was getting some shut-eye, then this was the best chance he had to move around undetected, right? Grinning at that thought, Sora gathered up his flashlight and the extension cord, and then glanced over to Hanatarou.

"Good luck tonight! With, uhh, whatever you're doing." He knew that the other boy had some Arts and Crafts assignment to do, but the bulletin posts were always vague, so he didn't have the exact details. "I'll see you tomorrow!" he finished with a wave, heading out the door and down the hall.

[lighthearted]

[To here.]

[haplesstracker.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/577685.html)]

Scourge hovered awkwardly around the door of M1, listening to the conversation on the other side. Hopefully it was Superboy and his roommate who were messing around in there rather than another "customer"; this was going to be awkward enough with two people. He had absolutely no idea how humans went about things, bar a few romance scenes in movies and a pornography he'd watched out of morbid curiosity, and he suspected offering to fix the plumbing would get him laughed at.

The tracker settled for running a hand over his mustache and beard, then again over his hair. After another moment of nervous shifting he very lightly knocked on the door.

[mitase.livejournal.com]

Although Sora had left quickly after the doors had opened, Hanatarou had taken time to change into his familiar uniform first. He probably should hurry, he knew, since he was supposed to be meeting up with someone, but...well, he was kind of reluctant to rush to spend an evening alone with a vice-captain who probably didn't think very much of him.

At least he should be finally getting some supplies and would be able to replace the sad strips of fabric currently pretending to be rolls of bandages in his healer's bag. Hanatarou sighed quietly as he fastened said bag in place, adjusting the strap across his chest before taking his flashlight and heading out. Might as well get started.

[mitase.livejournal.com]

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M6

[felled-hero.livejournal.com]

Hughes honestly didn't know if anyone was coming for a weapon or other services tonight. If they didn't...well, he'd been itching to get back out there. He hadn't been out since that last night with Roy.

It wasn't that he'd become field-shy thanks to it, he just hadn't had a chance. And much as he always joked he preferred desk jobs...well, he was starting to miss the action. He'd hang around for a little while, and then slip out.

One night not being where he usually was wasn't going the end of the world. Or so he hoped. In this place, he guessed you just never knew.

Re: M6

[lady-general.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/581085.html?thread=48137437#t48137437)]

Admittedly, scooting about with the gurney had made her trip through the halls more enjoyable, if rather unprofessional. But first things first - she'd have to let Hughes know what had happened at the meeting (which, in fact, had been a whole lot of nothing), as well as where the gurney would be best served: as either tonight's materials transport, or in the hands of the alchemist. She paused at the door of M6 and rapped sharply. "Sir, are you within?"

[tony-castaway.livejournal.com]

As soon as the doors unlocked, Tony nervously checked all that he was taking with him. Kvothe's empty bed almost seemed to be speaking to him.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, then he left. The Clinic wasn't far, but he suspected he wasn't going to be there for long either.

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[gald_digger]

[From here - occurring after Cross leaves]

Anise walked briskly down the hall, more concerned about getting to Ion quickly than she was about the possibility of running into danger while taking the lead. She never really saw monsters in the patient blocks, anyway.

When she reached the door to M5, she stopped abruptly, pausing to listen for any sign of activity. When there was none, she knocked loudly on the door, announcing, "Ion? It's Anise!" There was no immediate answer, and still no sound of movement from inside. The lack of a response was discouraging, but Anise was going to wait for the appropriate amount of time before barging in, just as she did every night.

She looked over to the others just to make sure they were caught up, but didn't say anything. She was trying her best to keep her anxiety from showing, even though her face betrayed some of her worry.

[heliokleptic.livejournal.com]

Following Anise, Luke stops where she does, and then turns to keep an eye down the hallway as she knocks.

"Does he usually answer?" He didn't exactly see the need for knocking, but Anise was the one that visited him every night. This was probably just part of her routine.

[janus-006.livejournal.com]

Another night, another pointless period of wandering. Still, he was interested in what Armand had to say - the courier idea was novel. He resented the idea of being a bodyguard, but Armand had trusted him, and that was rare.

He suited up, grabbed his radio, knife, and pillowcase of pills, and left. Maybe he could knock over another supply cabinet.

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[kindalikedit]

[Intercepting Angel from here]

Dean closed the door behind him. He'd left his own flashlight back in the room, but he could see well enough by the other patient's light to go by, provided he wasn't getting flashed in the face. Dean shielded his eye with one hand, cautiously taking a step forward and hoped he wasn't about to run face first into another demon or a spirit or whatever the hell this joint wanted to throw at him this time.

[blurred-divide.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/574374.html?thread=48709542#t48709542)]

Returning to his room hadn't been something Angel had intended to do at first, but he realized there was no point in heading out when he hadn't put everything together first. Willow and Anya -- and Spike -- had all disappeared within a matter of days. He hadn't gotten the chance to retrieve any of their so-called "real names" which left hunting for their files out of the question until he could obtain that information.

In truth, he did want to do something, but sitting down to give this some thought was probably a better idea. He figured the room would be empty; Brian looked as if he'd been about to leave earlier. So he hadn't expected to spot his roommate in front of him as he drew closer. Huh.

Angel would've normally simply passed by him, but it actually seemed as if Brian was waiting for something or someone. It was curious enough for him to slow down a little, although he was ready to keep going if Brian opted to ignore him or something.