Nightshift 39: M91-M100 Hallway

[whiny-egomaniac.livejournal.com]

"Of all the accursed...why did they have to place his quarters at such a distance from mine!"

Starscream continued to look over his map angrily; shining his artificial light upon the paper clipped into the cover of his notebook, he once again traced the two possible routes needed to get to Lockdown's room. "One is far longer...but potentially safer," he groaned, sliding his finger down the halls, across the large entry way, and back up to his destination. "The other...it takes me to the "soccer/recreational field". That's where that 'meta-bitch' 'Richard' mentioned was, the one who could made extreme cold. On the other hand, it IS shorter..." Closing the book with a sigh, he weighed his options carefully.

Laziness won out.

"As long as I am careful...I might avoid confrontation tonight," he reasoned. Clutching his book, a few pens, and the flashlight tightly, he made his way down to the M-C Block hallway.

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[no-barbarian.livejournal.com]

Well, there was no point putting off the inevitable. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Teisel stepped out into the hallway and started out toward Zex's room, focusing on his mental map of the institute and hoping he wouldn't run into anything unpleasant.

[no-barbarian.livejournal.com]

[fourtharcana.livejournal.com]

Akihiko nodded a quick goodbye to Heiji, then set off down the hall. He wanted to get out early tonight, in order to take out any potential hindrances in the Sun Room and/or make plans to move to the rec field if need be.

[skipping a hall on the way out to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/579076.html)]

M100

[rope-victim.livejournal.com]

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Satisfied she'd made her walk nice and short, even after being waylaid and kissed (admittedly, her head was still somewhat fuzzy and her cheeks still felt red, but on the whole, she felt good!). Miku adjusted her bag again and knocked on Subaru's door. "Sumeragi-san? Are you awake?"

Re: M100

[broken-babylon.livejournal.com]

Subaru had, in fact, been asleep since shortly after lunch, but the knock on his door woke him where the various intercom announcements had failed to do so--the announcements had become familiar sounds, at this point, and Subaru had managed to sleep right through them as a result.

Jerking awake suddenly proved to be a bad idea, considering Subaru's wounds, so it was a moment before he recovered his breath and managed to get up to answer the door. "Hinasaki-san. I'm glad you made it safely."

Re: M100

[rope-victim.livejournal.com]

"I'm lucky; it wasn't a far walk at all." Which was strange - didn't the block above hers house rooms that went from one to fifty not too long ago? Miku gave Subaru a rather concerned look. "Are you sure this is okay? You don't look so well..."

Well, that was the understatement of the century. Subaru's wounds far outweighed her own, and while she was finally getting peppy enough to slowly walk to the next block, he looked like he'd run a marathon just getting to the door.

Re: M100

[broken-babylon.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I remember that the women's rooms are just the next block down." Subaru blushed a little and looked sheepish, realising how bad that sounded. "Ah, the one who made my ritual knife, we met in her room, so that's why I..." Yes. Ahem.

Subaru didn't bother trying for a smile, at the moment, being well aware of how awful he probably looked. "Yes, this is no problem. I sat up too suddenly when I woke from my nap, that's all. It's better I have something to do that doesn't involve going out and running around, anyway." Subaru was not well-suited to extended periods of idleness--he'd doubtless do something stupid like go out if he didn't have something else to do.

M98

[littlegoblinjr.livejournal.com]

Harry had eaten his dinner quietly, barely acknowledging his roommate's presence. He was going to see Peter again soon and that was all he could think of. Even if it wasn't his Peter, he was close enough. He had to remember to warn him about Brock, to make sure the bastard couldn't catch Pete unaware before Harry could take care of him.

He began to collect his things as soon as night fell and the doors unlocked, scowling at the sound of the head doctor snoring over the intercom. It felt like they were being laughed at, like they weren't even worth the effort required to watch them struggle. Not that he was making a spectacular argument to the contrary as he tried to figure out if he could manage to carry his flashlight with a crutch and a broken arm.

It really wasn't going to happen.

He'd arranged to meet Peter in front of the patient blocks in the main hall and he had been that way plenty of times before. He should be fine to find his way in the dark. Fitting his flashlight into a pocket as best he could, Harry limped through the door and out into the corridor.

Re: M98

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M99

[not-rly-fai.livejournal.com]

It took a few minutes to get dressed once they'd finished dinner, or at least stared at dinner until it was no longer appetizing. He wasn't too sure where he'd be going tonight, but he had to at least get the syringes to Homura. Since it wasn't that much further to Kurogane's room, maybe he could just stick around long enough to make sure she'd gotten there alright.

He said his goodbyes to Allie, cautioning him to be careful until the medicine wore off, then Yuuhi was gone, out the door.

[[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/579076.html?thread=48097796#t48097796)]]

[wing-head.livejournal.com]

Steve was surprised to have fallen asleep, and had woken up in time to hear snoring over the intercom. That was a little bit troubling, Steve wasn't sure what that could indicate that Landel had fallen asleep.

It would be interesting to see if there were any more intercom announcements over the night, or if the Doctor was going to sleep through the night. Steve slipped his flash light and radio in his pockets and grabbed his copy of the map as well, just in case.

[wing-head.livejournal.com]

[Going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/577068.html?thread=48096556#t48096556)]

[falseblack]

With nightfall came the chance for discovery and risks, which Nigredo was prepared for but couldn't bring himself to feel ready. For all his battle capabilities and ability to dissect a situation, he had no way of predicting what could happen. What briefing he'd received was still under processing, and aside from the few significant exceptions, everything felt new, foreign, and at times, incomprehensible.

Although going out could be a good opportunity to remedy this issue, he was not sure if idea wouldn't kill him in the end.

Thus, the boy left some time after the doors unlocked, using the delay to do a quick overview of the resources held in his possession. Aside from the flashlight, there were a bundle of pens (composed of material he could not identify), several "Alkaline" batteries, some type of communication device, a pad of notebook paper, a key ring, and a closet full of the drab grey shirts and pants. Nothing particularly useful for defending himself against a hospital crawling with monsters, which was frustrating given Ren's earlier warning about power limitations. He hadn't known exactly what the man had meant, but even then, Nigredo was hardly the type to test out something in an unsafe environment. Without a suitable weapon, however, he may have no other choice; physical combat only went so far.

Guess he would have to see. Tucking a few pens into his pockets and the flashlight under an arm, Nigredo gave a polite nod to Sync as he shuffled out the door. His roommate sounded like he had plans; it probably would not do to hang around longer than necessary.

As soon as the child was clear, he broke into a light jog. He could slow down once he reached the main corridors.

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[godforsaken]

Finally.

While Sync nodded back and offered Nigredo a smile when the latter set off, it instantly fell into a more apathetic expression when he was sure he was finally alone.

"Ugh." Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered with these kinds of things. It wasn't like it gave him any sort of gratification; more like it kept the kid out of his business if he acted honest. In the end it was over and done with, and the God-General was free to do whatever he pleased when night finally fell upon them. It was a good thing too considering he had plans for that night, and if he wanted to actually succeed it would've been best to leave now.

Knowing that the basement would be fully lit Sync decided to forgo carrying his flashlight this time around, bringing nothing more than his notebook before setting out the door and down the hallway.

[godforsaken]

[To here.]

[4lulzngiggles.livejournal.com]

Joshua bade a fairly warm good-bye to his room mate, considering the circumstances, and then headed off. Flashlight, cell phone, and charger; that was all he carried with him, as really, he didn't need all that much more. Besides, he'd been promised a blade if he wanted one, so he'd better keep a hand free for the moment.

Though he seemed utterly carefree as he walked down the hallway, his eyes were still alert, and he wouldn't be caught in the same trap that Forte had been the night before.

[4lulzngiggles.livejournal.com]

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[manhattan-red.livejournal.com]

Brooklyn had places to be as well, and he gave his roommate a nod as he left, checking to make sure he had everything necessary. Robe, weapons... yeah, that should be about it. A flashlight still wasn't necessary, but he did worry that if he spent too much time as a human that might change.

He couldn't really afford to think about that now. Peter would be waiting on him, unless something had held him up, so Brooklyn got moving.

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[tender-cruelty.livejournal.com]

Allelujah lay on his bed for a good long while once Fai had left, waiting for his head to clear enough to allow him to feel like moving. It wasn't happening. His thoughts were reeling still. Soma and the doctor and Hallelujah... He just couldn't think straight about any of them and he sort of wanted to just go to sleep and let the night pass him by. He didn't want to think about it all.

He finally groaned and pushed himself up to his feet, partly thanks to a good deal of mental prodding from Hallelujah. He had things to do, bridges to burn. He still moved a little unsteadily, but it wasn't as bad now. His head was fuzzy still, but he could think clearly enough to grab weapons from beneath his bed. Nothing to burn things with unfortunately, or not enough to cause significant damage, but he could look in the offices perhaps? He wanted those files.

Broken glass and scalpels and acid. Once he was armed he walked out into the corridor silently.

[tender-cruelty.livejournal.com]

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/579076.html?thread=48388100#t48388100)]

Inside M92

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/579076.html?thread=48624132#t48624132)]

Miles walked Phoenix over to his bed, then pulled the flashlight from under his pillow. He set it on the desk, turning it to its lowest setting and at an angle that wouldn't be in his eyes. Once Phoenix was settled, Miles moved the desk chair next to the bed, plopping down in what he knew was an undignified manner. At this point, he didn't care.

"Phoenix...what did those bastards do to you?"

Re: Inside M92

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

He wasn't wasting any time, then. Phoenix imagined for a moment that a search warrant or an inch of security glass might have made that tone of voice a little more fitting. It was a nice distraction from the question. The only possible upside to this situation was that Edgeworth had already experienced firsthand some frankly inexplicable things; the explanation of 'a little girl gave me a magic rock that lets me see lies,' would not, in fact, get him stared into the ground.

"That- ah. That takes some explaining." He almost rubbed at his eyes, at the last minute thinking better of it - his hand wavered in front of his face for an indistinct moment before he dropped it uselessly into his lap. "You know that pendant that Maya wears? Stone, looks kind of like the number nine?"

Re: Inside M92

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

"The one she wears on that heavy-looking chain... Yes, I remember that," Miles nodded. "But what does that have to do with..."

He stopped in mid-sentence. "I shouldn't be giving you the third-degree the way I am. This isn't a damned interrogation. And I'm being a right ass about all of this." He shook his head. "What kind of..."

Miles sighed, and this time laughed. "I suppose you're thinking that I wouldn't be me if I wasn't grilling you about everything, huh?"

Re: Inside M92

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

"Something like that." The laugh coaxed a half-smile out of Phoenix, the kind that was a little less knowing and more sentimental than the ones he wore from day to day. He finished toeing off his slippers and didn't raise his gaze for another few seconds, sliding his foot forward to half-curl around the polished black leather of one of Edgeworth's shoes in a kind of surrogate gesture for everything else that would have required practically throwing himself forward. He wasn't going to do that, not when the gravity of the world had finally stopped swaying, and definitely not when he was holding together well enough. When he looked back up, the corner of his mouth had tugged a little higher, expression faintly teasing. "Anyway, I've seen you when you're being an ass, Miles. This isn't it. I mean, if I were you . . ." The phrase seemed redundant as soon as he'd uttered it. They were very different in a large number of ways, but not when it came to things like this. "I'll tell you," he concluded, firmly enough that he surprised himself a little. It wasn't so difficult, though. It was a thing that needed to be done. "It's going to chew you up if I don't."

He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly before he began. "About a year ago, Maya's younger cousin-" He glanced back up briefly, trying to get a sense of where Miles' mind was at. He could still remember the last time he'd tried to tell this to Edgeworth, along with the accompanying doubtful frown and unexpectedly mild rejoinder that that was nice, why don't you get some more rest no really we can talk again later. It seemed like he was doomed to always try to communicate this particular phenomenon when he wasn't running at one hundred percent.

"-now, this is the part were you don't laugh. But she charged it with some sort of spiritual energy or something, and after that, when I used it, I . . . I could see the locks on people's hearts. The secrets they were trying to hide, basically. I could get an idea of how much they were trying to keep secret, too, or how big it was, along with when I was making progress on figuring them out." He scratched at the back of his neck, looking aside. "And yeah, nobody else can see them, which I guess is where it really sounds crazy. But it's not like I've been going around magically interrogating everyone - I need to have the magatama on me, and I have to be asking something pretty closely related to what they're trying to hide." It had never been hard to turn off the ability, anyway - simply not touching the jewel had usually been enough. "It's helped me out in a lot of rough cases."

Phoenix knew that he was taking the long, scenic route to the answer, but he didn't know how someone came right out of the gate and said 'a man in a white coat stuck needles in my eyeballs and brain,' especially given all the uncomfortable reasons and accessories that came with that fact. The hand on his neck made its way up to his hair, and he only then realized that the back was splayed out at all angles, just as likely from all the wriggling and sweating. He made a halfhearted attempt at fixing it, even though, all things considered, even with absolutely perfect hair he'd probably still look terrible.

"They-" He paused, frowning in thought, then gave a little noise of frustration. He didn't know how far into this Edgeworth actually wanted him to go - more importantly, he didn't know how far into this he should go. Edgeworth didn't handle parallel traumas particularly well, and there was something more than a little parallel about being injected with foreign substances in and around the head, followed by a bout of probably-not-hallucinating. He looked back up, finally making steady eye contact, brows furrowed in quiet worry. "How much detail do you want?"