Night 41: M01-10 Hallway

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[in M7]

Hanatarou had managed to choke down about half of his dinner before finally giving up and pushing the tray away. With a glance back at Sora to make sure his roommate wasn't looking, he'd opened the closet door to get his uniform and started to change; he thought that if he was going to act like a healer he could at least look like one. Right?

He was just settling his pack in place when the intercom went off, and he gave a startled glance back toward the speaker. The announcement was creepy and disturbing as usual, but considering that he was already a bundle of nerves as it was...well, there wasn't really a visible impact on him. There were supposed to be two people - two strangers - coming by to be healed, and he hoped that he'd be able to help them.

The healer paused for a moment, staring blankly at the imitation Hisagomaru in the corner of the closet before finally deciding to leave it there for the time being. He'd have to see how he felt after trying to heal two people before deciding what he was going to do next.

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‘Normal’ was relative in Landel’s. The rest of the day had been normal, dinner had been normal, even the lack of brainwashing or mind control business was pretty normal, given Ren had yet to have anyone bust into their room. Even the first intercom announcement of the night was normal, in a way. It was vaguely irritating--and just plain vague--which wasn’t new. And it ended oddly, which wasn’t new, either.

The doll hoped that’d been a ‘time out’ thing, not a ‘game on’ signal.

Brushing a hand through hair that was now mostly dry, he stepped out into the hall after saying goodbye to his roommate, looked both ways, then started towards the exit at an unhurried pace. If he actually goes out, wonder if Rokuta will have an easy time of it. Unfortunately, ‘easy’ was also relative in Landel’s. They were already part of one giant game, and it wasn’t in their favour. Still, a guy could hope--that was something Landel shouldn’t have easily been able to take from any of them.

He definitely didn’t let the door to the cell block hit him on the way out.

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M01

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Kurt felt a strange prickling feeling come over his skin as the static ended. He'd never felt anything before, but he supposed that being burned this badly and having fur all over oneself never made for a pleasant combination. Unless the fire had burned all of his fur off (it was singed in patches, at the very least), and he was just feeling sympathy bristles.

"I guess this is what ghost pains feel like," Kurt commented to Kon, shifting his hips off the bed and pushing his tail out from inside his pant leg. "I kinda feel my fur against the bandages. Never had that feeling before."

Re: M01

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"It doesn't hurt bad does it?" Kon asked as he watched Kurt scoot around doing something down below- Oh, right! His tail. It would be uncomfortable sitting on that.

Dragging over the chair from his desk, Kon sat by Kurt. Once he was comfortable he said, "Impulse is really cool - he's from the future for starters so there's not much that seems weird to him." And that wasn't even mentioning the whole 'grew up in a video game' thing. Or the fact that Bart could be really oblivious sometimes. Most times really.

"He probably won't even ask why you look different from everyone else. And I'll talk to this other guy when he gets here so he's not surprised. And if he's a jerk and does try anything I'll stop him! So just relax Kurt. Otherwise I'll have to find a way to make you!" He grinned promisingly. Kurt could come up with his own ideas about how Kon would force him to relax.

M4

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That had been a short, easy walk over, at least. Endrance only hoped the rest of the night would go as well. Despite that hope, he still felt a little nervous as he moved those last few feet down the hall and to the door marked M4. He brushed his - to his dismay, still damp - bangs out of his eyes, and knocked at the door. "Haseo?"

Re: M4

[liveforthispart.livejournal.com]

Dammit. Kanji wasn't exactly the greatest when it came to drawing stuff. And he was even worse when it came to memorizing things. So how did he expect to memorize the way to get to Naoto's room from this crappy ass map he had drawn up from whatever was on the bulletin board? Sigh.

Somehow or other, he managed to figure it out. It helped that he had all dinner to look the junk over. The guy they locked him up with, what was his name again? Whatever. That guy, he was generally quiet once the introductions were out of the way. Which worked just fine. Kanji wasn't exactly all that great when it came to bullshitting small talk.

The silence was cut by some guy over the intercom talking about... uh... playing games. Was this the Martin guy everyone was yapping about? What the hell was he talking about? Well, that was more for Naoto to figure out. He wasn't good at that philosophical shit. Kanji no more than stood up from his seat when a knock came to the door and a soft voice called out.

Haseo? Oh. Right. That was the other guy's name. "Uh..." He paused for a moment and looked at Haseo, looking a bit lost here for some reason. "...You expecting someone?"

[whos-da-man.livejournal.com]

Bat in hand, Junpei grinned as he set out to meet up with his girlfriend. He had the most AWESOME idea!

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[inside M2]

[boyking]

[from here]

Moving through a few hallways potentially filled with supernatural activity on a bad knee? Really not the smartest thing Sam had done, but then again, it wasn't the stupidest, either. Dean's room was still the safest place to be, anyway. He knew that was the reason why Dean had made it their meeting point. It had the salt line and the protective circle and while Sam could've technically drawn one on the ceiling of his own room, something like that might be too much for even Peter to swallow.

Either Dean's roommate was the relatively unquestioning type or he was simply ridiculously oblivious.

Reaching Dean's room went a little slower than he would've liked, but at least nothing tried to drown him in hair this time. He almost fumbled for his key before he remembered where they were and simply pushed open the door instead.

It was a definite relief to see Dean where he was supposed to be. Still looking a little worse for wear, but there. Not that—he didn't think something would happen again, but you never really knew. He'd stopped taking certain things for granted these days.

Sam stepped inside, careful not to break the salt line, and let the door swing shut behind him.

"I think I know where we should go to get what we need," he said, moving to lean against one of the desks by the bed, half-sitting on it to take the weight off.

Re: [inside M2]

[kindalikedit]

Dean looked up, flashlight in one hand, bowie knife in the other as the door opened. He relaxed as Sam crossed the salt lines without any problems, watching as his brother half-sat on the desk.

"Here," Dean said, retrieving his journal. Opening it and flipping through the pages, past some of the notes and copies of bulletin posts he'd made, Dean did pause when he hit a space where he was somehow missing a page. It looked like it'd been torn out. Still, try as he might, he couldn't think of what he would've wrote there, especially when he left off at the notes on that ghost haunting Sam. Mentally shrugging, Dean put that onto the burner, and instead flipped through several blank pages to where he'd made copies of the maps that had been put on the bulletin board. "Looks like the patients here have made some maps; probably been here long enough to cobble these together."

Dean unfolded the pieces of paper, laying them out on the desk so Sam could get a look, shining his flashlight on it.

"So where'd you have in mind?"

[dasgift.livejournal.com]

As always, the Head Doctor's announcement proved nothing more than a grain of sand: an irritating gesture to cut off so quickly, but overall, it held no sway over his evening plans. Kristoph did note the presence of one not Hughes and wondered mildly if the man had been discharged. It would be a shame if so: he had been one of the more pleasant bunch in the institute.

Any chance to probe this newcomer with questions, however, never came; the man had opted to stay out of commission. Kristoph hardly minded, of course. Conversation was slowly becoming a wasted activity. He had so many other little tasks to complete, and time would not allow for a serious discussion.

On that note, there was a younger brother to confront. The man quietly pocketed his bottle of nail polish and swept across the room, grabbing his flashlight along the way. He then stepped out, intent on reaching M12 before the crowd rushed in.

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Another hallway. More faces. More things he should be noticing and wasn't. More of his heart pounding in his ears. He told himself it was for no reason. And even if Kon was really there, behind that door, it couldn't be his Kon.

His Kon was dead. A hero, maybe, but still a dead one.

Tim wasn't sure if the Bruce he'd met here was enough. Maybe he could be, if either of them actually gave it a chance.

Would Kon be enough? Just one thing that he'd lost, regained. It was hard to believe.

Part of him wanted to turn around and leave...but he didn't. He kept walking, moving toward the room at the end of the hallway.

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M6

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

Damn that Scourge! Blitzwing's fist pounded bed, ruffling the blankets by his side. After arguing with the nurse and her attendants for several minutes, she'd finally decided that "Mr. Brandt" had best be escorted back to his room to "calm down." And when Blitzwing had in turn protested both the nurse's decision and the name she'd used to refer to him...That was when the needle was brought out.

It hadn't ended well.

So thanks to Scourge insisting on meeting that perversion of a human, Blitzwing had missed most of the day! He hadn't even gotten the chance to speak further with Megatron! What must his leader be thinking of his long absense?

Listening to the tail end of the intercom, Blitzwing sadly realized that it was far too late to establish even last-minute contact with his leader or his wingmate. He would simply have to wait until morning. Which left him with...what?

Well, there was still Lockdown's payment to secure. Blitzwing possessed only two knives (Scourge having kept the third, the slagger) and had no desire to find himself unarmed after paying off the bounty hunter. Plus, Megatron would no doubt be wanting a weapon...And now that Blitzwing had visited and searching the kitchen in person, he should have no trouble finding more knives to supplement his collection.

Mind made up, Blitzwing quickly stood and gathered his things, arming himself with one knife while leaving the other in the pillowcase, for now. Holding the open end of the pillow case in the same hand as the flashlight -- figuring he could simply drop it in the event of a fight -- he confidently strode out the door, ready to do Megatron's will! ...Even if he'd had to improvise that will himself.

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

[lighthearted]

It looked like Hanatarou would be staying in for the moment, and so Sora took his cue to grab his flashlight and newly-found extension cord, which he would hopefully be putting to proper use tonight. If using it as an imitation rope to get into some mysterious quarry counted as 'proper,' anyway.

He waved goodbye to his roommate and made sure to walk steadily out of the room, not wanting to worry the other boy by making it obvious that he was pretty badly injured.

At least the wounds on his shoulder and back didn't impede him too much. They were painful and hindered his movement, but it was the gash down by his side that really made it hard to walk. He was going to have to hope that he could keep up pace with Allen.

Letting out a sigh, Sora carefully made his way down the hall.

[lighthearted]

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M3

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Luckily for Hughes, he had plenty to do before Celes showed up. He had notes to make, lists to update, and plans to lay down. He wasn't going to be stuck twiddling his thumbs waiting.

He propped open his door - force of habit now, no one was going to surprise him - and sat at his desk with his notebook and a pen. He'd catch up on the paperwork before heading out for the exciting things.

So to speak.

Re: M3

[heavens-too-far.livejournal.com]

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Well, while the hall that Hughes' room was in had only been a few steps away, there had been most of the hall between them and where they'd started; it was just as well Dias had opted to carry Celes, it seemed, since it was doubtful she could have walked this far even after her second spell, much less her third.

"You're going to have to knock," he observed once they were in front of the door. He didn't have any free hands.

[141-12.livejournal.com]

Weird. Otacon made a mental note of the Head Doctor's message, but was more focused at that moment on searching his side of the room. If all those years watching Snake had been good for one thing, it was giving him an eye for efficient on-site procurement. He pulled on the winter coat and changed to sneakers, instantly feeling a little more like himself once he had. He slid the radio into one pocket, remembering the note in M.E.'s primer, and his new journal in the other.

This was probably stupid and foolhardy and a variety of other damning adjectives, but Otacon had never been as careful of his own safety as he had been about the safety of others. Not that Snake couldn't take care of himself, but...

He hefted the reassuring weight of his flashlight in one hand and stepped out of M3 after bidding Hughes goodbye. Or maybe it's just scientific curiosity, Otacon thought to himself ruefully. In any case, there was nothing to do now but walk.

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This was the right corridor at least. "My back is... painful to be honest," he said with a rueful smile. "I spent most of the day asleep and possibly drugged up because of it actually." He must have been asleep and he expected some painkillers at least because you did not usually sleep through pain like that. "But I'll survive," he added, not wanting Nataku to worry.

He found the door and gave a sharp knock. "Hey, it's the people from History Club."

[stringless-doll.livejournal.com]

Nataku followed behind him. He hadn't been paying much attention to the notice beyond a cursory glance, so he was glad at least one of them knew where they were going.

Biting the inside of his lip, he watched Kenren's back as he moved.

"Alright," He replied, realizing that Kenren might not be able to see his nod.

He wasn't... worried, exactly. Even burns healed over in time. He wasn't (overly) guilty. It would be an insult to both Kenren and Homura to claim responsibility for what had happened. And he was grateful for the help when he'd honestly needed it.

What bothered him the most was Kenren being hurt on his behalf. Again. Every time he could spare Nataku some injury.

Quite unconsciously, he clenched his fist at his side while they waited for the healer to answer the door. "You're going first." Quiet, clear words aimed only at Kenren.

Outside M9

[oftemptation.livejournal.com]

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"Hm..." Endrance scanned the hallway with his flashlight, noting that there were a lot of people out and about so far. "My room's M12, the next hall over, and I didn't see him on my way to your room. That leaves the rest of this hall, and two others in this block, if I read the map correctly..."

Re: Outside M9

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Most of the rest of dinner had passed in silence, leaving Tsukasa too much time to think about the situation. It was uncomfortable to think of the body which he was now wearing. He didn't like it. The last time it had just been a PC body but this was much more real and he just didn't want to think about it. That was easier to do when he could be active.

He half expected the whole thing to be fake, but sure enough, the doors opened a little while later and no nurse came to speak to him or drag him around some more. Endrance, he was supposed to meet Endrance, he thought. It was only when he poked his head outside that he realised one fatal flaw in that plan. He had no idea where Endrance's room even was.

Well, sitting around all night would be truly horrible so there was nothing for it but to go outside, even if it meant wandering aimlessly. The corridor was dark and seemed much dirtier than it had during the day. It sent a shiver down Tsukasa's spine.

He looked down the corridor with wide eyes and then spotted a flash of blue hair. "Endrance?" he called out, really hoping that it was him.

[janus-006.livejournal.com]

As soon as night fell, Alec didn't waste any time changing into his old suit. It helped him think more clearly, and the shoes were useful. He took one long look at his bag of swag. Should he bring the supplies tonight? They were for the clinic, after all. He sighed and swung the pillowcase over his shoulder. Was his moral compass readjusting to a different true north? Who could say? Maybe he just didn't want to disappoint Armand.

He left quickly.

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M5

[overdoingit.livejournal.com]

Cross checked his bandages, sitting up in bed now that dinner was finished and the doors had opened. The announcement over the intercom was interesting to say the least. It wasn't surprising that the man in charge considered this a game. He didn't know what the grand scheme for this place was, but he knew he was going to have to find out eventually.

Tonight he would try going out again. Perhaps not outside, considering that he was still recovering from that, but he needed to get a better look around. He realized a bit late that he'd lost his flashlight. That would be a problem. He'd have to find someone that could help him, but he supposed that was for the best. It wasn't good to travel alone anyway.

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M01

[fuzzy-diablo.livejournal.com]

[From above, still in M01]

"So that mark on your hand..." Kurt said, still looking at the wall. "Does that give you powers or something?

Re: M01

[dawn-rune.livejournal.com]

"Ah, something like that. It's more that I can borrow its power." Frey really didn't want to get into the whole topic of Runes and how they worked--he'd already learned that, for people not from his world, it was a complicated idea.

Since Kurt had his face turned away and the other two men seemed to be occupied with their own conversation, Frey wasted no more time in calling on the Dawn Rune's power. He closed his own eyes, not because of the light, but in order to concentrate better. The room lit up with the light of the morning sun, for just a moment, and Frey let the power flow from him into Kurt. So much damage... he could tell already that he'd not be able to heal it all, not without passing out from the strain. When the dizziness started to set in, Frey cut off the flow of energy and let the Dawn Rune fade back into dormancy.

[Just outside M01]

[forgot-my-life.livejournal.com]

(From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/629246.html?thread=53652990#t53652990).)

Takaya leaned against the wall, scanning the hallways for signs of trouble. This was ... akward, to say the least. Kagetora was irritated and heading for anger, which only served to tense Takaya up further in the hopes that he could stay in control.

He glanced over at Juri. "Sorry if this isn't what you were expecting," he mumbled, speaking softly so that they wouldn't draw attention.

[Just outside M01]

[fencing-captain.livejournal.com]

Juri shrugged as she followed Takaya to stand outside the door. For a moment, she wondered why they didn't just follow the other boy inside, then she heard several voices. She knew as well as anyone how small the rooms were, so she just crossed her arms and nodded.

"I've seen worse," she said. That wasn't entirely true, but it was the closest thing to nice she could think of to say. She didn't do nice often, but since this boy was doing her a favor, being outright rude didn't seem to be fair. She didn't think he looked thrilled either. Juri leaned her back against the wall, looking across the hallway, not at anyone.

"Does this happen often?"

[sir-savien.livejournal.com]

Kvothe was tense when the doors open and was more alert than usual as he quietly moved down the hallway. He was never a religious person and so he did not pray, but he fervently hoped that the Clinic would be in its usual place. And that Tony would show up.

At least there had been a sign last night, hopefully if anything there had changed there would be another sign with the new location.

[sir-savien.livejournal.com]

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[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

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As he stepped into the hallways, determined to look all the way to the back to see if there were signs on any of the doors, or even an open door, Armand still wanted to talk about tomorrow. He glanced back over his shoulder at his friend, who had the light after all. "Perhaps if we stick together we can have a good look around, for once. Tomorrow, I mean." He hoped for a good look tonight, too, but that went without saying, he hoped.

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

622 kept his glowrod pointed at the surroundings, examining every doorway before checking the rest of the hall to make sure there were no hostiles waiting in ambush. "Yes, I'd like to be able to scout the area."

None of the doors seemed to show any sign of containing the Clinic. "Nothing here..."

M9

[cannotlogout.livejournal.com]

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Tsukasa groaned as he shifted, eyes opening as he stared up at the ceiling. He was laying on something soft and he ached all over. He rolled over, groaning as a deep ache pulled across his chest. His fingers closed on something bristly and he frowned, groping for the flashlight. He found it a little way away and switched it on, shining it around the room curiously.

It was grass. Tsukasa blinked, not really believing what he was seeing. Grass, all over the floor and the walls and even the ceiling. Set incongruously amidst the grass were two beds, chairs and wardrobes and desks. One of the patient rooms but...

He moved over to where Leon was laying, unconcious, and shook him gently. "Leon? Hey, Leon!" He really wanted someone to confirm that he wasn't just going crazy and seeing things.

Re: M9

[heraldric.livejournal.com]

Someone was shaking him. Leon batted at the hand half-heartedly, hoping whoever it was would let him nap just a few minutes longer. He was awake now, though, and something was tickling his nose. He blinked his eyes open, the dark room not allowing him to see much. Even so, it was easy enough to tell that the floor wasn't usual for being inside. Groaning, he pushed himself up into a seated position.

That other mage, Tsukasa, was with him. Where had the others gone? Why was he back in a patient room? ...Why was he sitting in grass?

"What happened...?" he muttered, rubbing at his eyes with one hand.