Nightshift 40: M71-M80 Hallway

[tightsofmight]

Peter scrambled to put on a calm facade. He had his moments as an actor, but sadly, this wasn't one of them. "I'm fine. I just forgot something." Brainy was just trying to be nice, but there was no point in dumping his problems on him. He didn't want the other boy to think he was a burden (which he wasn't), and there was nothing to be done about Harry except run as fast as he could to M98, and hope to god that Eddie hadn't been reading the bulletin board.

The intercom sounded, and he nearly vaulted straight from his chair to the door. His hand clasped around the handle, then suddenly faltered. Flashlight. Right. There was the radio and the map, too, he couldn't leave without those.

The tray was carefully set aside as he lifted the top of his desk. Well, there was the radio, just like that guy had said. And for some inexplicable reason, his map had been set next to it. Who put it there? He'd been keeping it tucked in his waistband...

He shook his head. No time for that. He quickly strode around his bed and lifted the pillow away. There was nothing there. Not even a flashlight shaped dent. Baffled, he began to tug the sheets off, then dropped to his knees and peered under the bed. Still nothing.

"Um, this may sound crazy, but have you seen a flashlight around here somewhere?"

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M71

[emotionl4arobot.livejournal.com]

Brainiac 5 watched in part amusement, part confusion as Peter leapt up and made for the door the moment the intercom sounded, then suddenly paused and started rushing around the room collecting items.

In one way he was glad that Peter hadn't insisted on staying, as he could do with obtaining some sleep before Clark arrived, but in another way he was a little... disheartened that the other boy was making to leave immediately. The question about the flashlight drew his attention away from his thoughts (and how his eyes were starting to close) however.

"It isn't there?" he asked in surprise. Admittedly he'd used it as a makeshift weapon the night before, but it hadn't been badly damaged, so unless Luxord or Grell had taken it, it should in theory be somewhere in the room.

"Maybe the drawers? If not, I have extras."

Re: M71

[tightsofmight]

Drawers, huh? Peter shuffled over to the dresser, and yanked the bottom open. His flashlight rolled towards him, traversing a neatly folded pair of slacks and giving a small 'whump' as it collided with the wood.

"Ah - thanks." He clicked it twice to test the batteries, and closed the drawer before making his way out. Once again, he paused. After some hesitation, he turned and said, "Have fun with Clark tonight, okay? And...um, don't open the door unless you know it's him."

Still shaken, he threw Brainiac an uneasy smile, and headed out the door.

Re: M71

[tightsofmight]

[To here.]

Re: M71

[son-ofkrypton.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/610798.html?thread=50680302#t50680302)]

Clark was nearing the hall Brainy's room was. The last time he'd been here, he'd had the "fun" of getting hit in the face and temporarily blinded by Brainy with a flashlight, although he guessed he had a good reason for being nervous. And then he'd learned more about Krypton and its destruction, as well as the other civilizations out there, and he'd forgotten all about being annoyed at the Coluan. Clark didn't plan to spend the night pestering him for more information...but he was pretty sure that by comparison, Smallville in particular was going to seem pretty boring and well, small when you put it next to worlds out there with space travel and stuff.

M72

[jokers-wildcard.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/608066.html?thread=50572866#t50572866)]

Aaand here would be the problem. Harley couldn't quite remember if it had been M74 or M72. One of those. After moving down the hallway, she stood between both rooms, turning her head back and forth between them both.

Uh... Let's see. She held up a finger in consideration, pointing to each door in turn. Iney. Meeny. Miney... Moe.

She stepped up to M72 banged the door with the side of her fist twice. "Hey, Baldy! You in there?!"

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[iwascloned.livejournal.com]

Ugh. The intercom. Didn’t seem like he was going to be getting any writing done after all. Spider turned towards his closet and began what was becoming his evening ritual. “You may secure our cigarette supply.” He called back over his shoulder “I have journalism to attend to this evening.” Pants would probably be appropriate. Jacket. No shirt. He had BOOTS now?! Those would do nicely. And some KEYS had materialized on his round paperclip. Ah … that’s probably what it was really for then. No matter. It clipped on the modified smiley face just the same. Box cutter, Ritalin, journal, sword, flashlights. Hmm …

“Here, I think I stole this from you,” he mumbled, tossing one of his flashlights towards his roommate. He could deal with only having two, after all. Duct tape, Paint. Anything else he needed? Ehmm … AGH! KNOCKING! His assistant must have just arrived. Popping a couple of Ritalins into his mouth, Spider approached the door.

“Door, open!” he said, and waited a full 30 seconds before remembering that doors did not open like that in this pathetic excuse for a time period. Instead, he kicked the door open with his new boots and thrust his head out into the hallway.

“YOU! Are you prepared for journalism?”

Re: M72

[jokers-wildcard.livejournal.com]

Holy...! After a few moments of nothing, she thought maybe she'd gotten the wrong door after all and had started moving back toward M74. Good thing she did or she might've gotten a good face full of door. She'd jerked in surprise when the door went flying open and ended up staring at the guy.

"Journa-- Wha?" The fist with the flashlight went to her hip. "What're you talkin' about? Thought we were goin' outside." Maybe she should have figured there was going to be a change in plans somewhere along the way. Her attention went to the junk he was holding in his arms. "...What the heck's that stuff for?"

Yeah. Great idea there. Let's duct tape all the monsters to the walls. That'll work out real well. Never mind they'd both run out of tape pretty quick...

M75

[stalksperverts.livejournal.com]

When the intercom came on, Kio had long finished with dinner. He'd been chatting to Ben, as much as chatting could count for anything. He still didn't think he could properly trust the guy, not really. But tonight there were more pressing things to think about.

The blond listened to Landel's announcement, whatever it was. Special Counselling. Great. Mindwashing is what they should have called it. But with the click of the doors came the next intercom and Kio froze. Stupid asshole. He messed with everyone's minds, probably got a kick out of it. Asshole.

"Take care of yourself, Ben. I'll see you in the morning." With that, Kio got up, grabbed his flashlight and stepped outside. He looked at M76, Sou-chan and Demyx. They hadn't yet gone out, it seemed. For a brief moment he paused, almost not daring to breathe. Should he knock on their door? Would they join him? No. M60. Not that far away.

With a light trembling in his hand, he turned on the light. It flickered into life. Were the batteries running out? Hm. Kio shone it up and down the deserted corridor. And with a breath of oxygen and a stiffening of his shoulders, he was off to find M60.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/608066.html?view=50630466#t50630466)]

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

No matter what his roommate was doing, Armand was changing clothes and heading out for the night. He had a present to give his soldier friend, and then perhaps they'd get something useful done for the night. Randomly. He had no idea what yet.

He waited for dark to complete changing to save any further awkwardness with Badou, then he gathered everything he could think of and left. He put the bat in the pillowcase and threw it over his shoulder, holding it with the same hand he held the sword. He'd have to drop it to use the sword decently. He put the flashlight in the other hand and hoped none of the expected doors were locked along the way.

[gone here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/607930.html)]

M73

[scarefaux]

The Scarecrow stepped out of his room and closed the door quietly behind him. He'd not seen Kaiji- then again, he'd sort of zoned in and out during Dinner in the room, and it was likely he simply missed him entirely. He closed his eyes, feeling very worn for some reason. Maybe it was still those aches in his legs, or the fact that he felt like he wasn't getting any closer to finding a way home. He still didn't have his brains or body, and had no inkling of where to find either of them.

He had gained some things, though. He had met some nice people, and had found a place he could actually feel at home- the Recreational Field. He looked down the hallway, wondering if it was just as peaceful at night. Probably not, but he couldn't see himself making it up the stairs easily tonight- not with his aching legs, at least. Maybe a night in the fresh air would give him some time to work the brains of his human body and figure out his next move.

He headed down the hall slowly, a hand on the wall as he recalled the way to the Recreational Field.

Re: M73

[scarefaux]

[To here]

[i-dont-paint.livejournal.com]

It seemed like Doctor Evil was making up for the time lost to his narcoleptic fit the night before by being extra-creepy tonight. It also seemed like the wiring was still giving him trouble, and that buoyed Tony's spirits by the simple trick of giving him something to feel superior about.

He headed out of M79, armed only with his flashlight, his map, and the pillowcase to hold contraband. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he tossed back over his shoulder with a grin only slightly forced, then headed off down the hall.

[i-dont-paint.livejournal.com]

M79

[scarletspeedstr.livejournal.com]

Wally laughed and waved as Tony left, then quickly polished off the last of his dessert with a burst of superspeed. He had a mystery date tonight after all, and didn't want to be caught still eating when they turned up.

Setting aside the bowl, he rose from the desk and quickly started collecting a few things that he'd probably need. Journal, Flash ring (even if he didn't intend to wear the costume, it was comforting to have the ring on), flashlight... Actually, he should probably check the batteries of that first, just to be sure. Getting lost in the middle of nowhere at night because his light died wouldn't be so great.

Re: M79

[blessedaccel.livejournal.com]

Daphne stopped in front of the door to M79, telling herself her heartbeat wasn't at all rapid. She raked a hand through her pale hair, taming its customary disarray just a little, then used the same hand to knock a quick, staccato rhythm on the door. A twist of protective humor meant said rhythm sounded suspiciously like the first five beats of 'Shave and a Haircut'.

Even as she waited for the door to open, she braced herself to bolt in case her worst apprehensions proved to be true. She knew the way back to something approximating safety, and getting lost in amongst the clusters of people in the main hallway couldn't really be that hard.

[stiffserpent.livejournal.com]

Still a little unsteady, Snake emerged from his room, pillowcase rolled under his arm, weighted down only by the notebook, the pens, a spare shirt and the radio. He carried his flashlight to his hip, switched on like a headlight - not very stealthy, but he needed to see where the hell he was going. While most of the injection was out of his system, he didn't need any help missing things.

So, the western hallway, then.

Snake headed south along the row of rooms.

[stiffserpent.livejournal.com]

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/605196.html?thread=50829324#t50829324).]

M77

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

The last thing Shinichi had wanted to do was sleep, and yet he found himself doing exactly that. When he woke up he had no way of knowing how late into Nightshift it actually was; Sokka was already long gone and the detective's untouched dinner lay cold and congealing on the desk. Too bad. Shinichi liked spaghetti.

Sighing, he sat up and tried to finger comb his hair back to some semblance of order. With all this bedhead, he probably looked more like Kuroba than ever. That needed to be taken care of, and fast.

Once he was properly groomed, the detective tried to figure out a plan for the night. He hadn't been included on any of Homura's assignments...which was probably because he'd forgotten to sign up. Oops. But maybe that was a blessing in disguise. This gave him a night free of obligations, one where he could investigate this place at his leisure without having to worry about getting "trained" by Okita or whatever else Homura might've had him doing. He still wasn't comfortable with the idea of following the orders of a man he'd never actually met, anyway. Sure, Hattori had pointed him out from a distance, but Shinichi wanted to at least speak with the man before agreeing to be his lackey.

No, it was better if he was alone for the night.

Armed only with his flashlight, notebook, and a couple of pens, Kudou Shinichi set out to do some good old-fashioned sleuthing.

After all, there was only one truth and he was bound and determined to find it.

[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/607930.html?thread=50951354#t50951354).]

[strayfag]

He'd been pretty content to spend his evenings ignoring his roommate or prodding at the man's delicate temper, but he wasn't sure how he felt about Armand apparently trying to make peace. Maybe it was just a phase he was going through in their torrid and dramatic not-quite-anything, like in those teen gossip magazines he liked to read. Once. That one time.

...Anyway, maybe it could be worthwhile to make peace so he wouldn't have to worry about roomie rifling through his stuff in the middle of the night now that he actually had stuff worth rifling through. He was reasonably sure would break Armand's neck if something like that happened, considering his temper lately. Probably better not to risk the serious sedation either way. He'd never hear the end of it from Artemis.

Eh, whatever.

Resolving to figure it out tomorrow evening, he double checked his maps and grabbed his things - smokes, lighter, flashlight, some pens and a sheet of paper to write out his will - and headed for Alle's room, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips.

[to here]

M72

[iwascloned.livejournal.com]

At last! Back to where they FUCKING STARTED OUT. Spider threw open the door and stormed inside, throwing open his closet and flinging his bags of drugs out into the room. Then he began digging.

Within a couple of minutes, he was twisting the top off of a bottle marked "Vicodin," and emptying a few pills into his hand.

"This is a painkiller. Take ONE," he said, taking two. "We want the pain killed, not buried alive under a mound of drug-induced psychoses. Neither of us wants you collapsing, asking invisble ex-boyfriends to fuck you and then shitting yourself." He held out a pill to Harley.

"Here."

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[jokers-wildcard.livejournal.com]

"...He's not invisible! Why does everyone keep sayin' that?!" She didn't consider whether Spider had knowingly said that or not.

Admittedly, Harley had been wary when he'd suddenly decided to take a detour for meds. One thing you get sick of after being stuck in Arkham for too long was popping pills. But when he handed her a painkiller, she actually took it almost enthusiastically. It looked like Vicodin, and despite the side effects, a painkiller would be a really good thing to have right at that moment.

She went ahead and popped it into her mouth. It would take a little longer to take full effect dry, but hey, she wasn't going to complain. She was going to complain about him not following his own advice. "Don't you go takin' too much a' that either..."

M76

[beloved-less.livejournal.com]

Soubi was up the minute the doors unlocked. He smiled to Demyx as he moved to the door.

"I'm going to collect Ritsuka. You're welcome to join me if you want, but I'm hoping to bring him back." He'd just convince Ritsuka that if he really liked the music, Soubi would learn to play. He wasn't about to get replaced by his roommate.

Re: M76

[sitard3d.livejournal.com]

Demyx grinned at Soubi; he'd have been pleased if he'd known that Soubi was thinking along the same lines that he was. "Sounds good. I still need to play for him, don't I?" Actually, he still needed to play for a lot of his new friends; it seemed like it'd be better to play for them individually, though. For one thing, a melody specifically created for them was kind of personal, and for another, it'd make the songs that much more special if he only played one at a time rather than a bunch in succession.

[missedfortunes.livejournal.com]

Fuck!

Kaiji jolted awake with a start, clinging to his pillow as if his life depended on it. Had he been having a nightmare or something? He couldn't quite figure out why he suddenly woke up like that, all he knew was that it sucked and he hated it. He wanted to sleep, dammit, not repeat last night's little adventure.

Speaking of which, where the hell had Scarecrow wandered off to? Not that Kaiji was concerned or anything (Really, why would he be?), but his roommate who could hardly walk a few days ago without any injuries was probably in just as bad shape as Kaiji was, if not worse. And that totally wasn't Kaiji's problem. He was completely apathetic. Seriously!

Maybe not.

But the Institute was still a big, scary place, and Kaiji didn't even know where to begin trying to find Scarecrow. And why should he have!? He was just gonna get brought back to the room in the morning, right? Everything would be fine!

Kaiji rolled out of bed and stepped out into the hallway, flashlight in hand. He was just going to go wash his face with a bit of cold water to calm himself down, nothing more, nothing less. Then he'd go back to his room and go back to sleep, Scarecrow would be fine in the morning, and nothing bad would happen. It was one of the most potentially safe and optimistic nighttime plans he had devised so far.

What could possibly go wrong?

[missedfortunes.livejournal.com]