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damned_institute2009-05-30 06:24 pm
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Nightshift 41: M31-M40 Hallway
[from here]
Finally! All Tim had to do now was follow the numbers to the right room. Why the hell was everyone so far away from the room he was in? It was probably on purpose; the doctors here had to know more than they were letting on. Otherwise, why would they know his actual name, but not Raphael's?
Too many questions, not enough answers. Maybe Jaime would know something.
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Finally! All Tim had to do now was follow the numbers to the right room. Why the hell was everyone so far away from the room he was in? It was probably on purpose; the doctors here had to know more than they were letting on. Otherwise, why would they know his actual name, but not Raphael's?
Too many questions, not enough answers. Maybe Jaime would know something.
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Outside M36
The halls were still almost empty by the time Yue arrived at M36; he'd seen only a couple of others out and about in the short trip from his room, so he hoped that he wouldn't have missed Touya. Not that Touya was likely to have gone anywhere but to find him, but. Still.
He rapped on the door and waited, none of his agitation and impatience outwardly visible except to one who knew him well. If anything he seemed more still, his expression even colder than usual as he listened for the sound of approaching footsteps inside the room.
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"Hey," he said, opening the door. "You wanna come in while we figure out what to do?"
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M33
"Are you ready?" he asked Rey, slinging the bag over his shoulder. "I'll lead the way, if you are."
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It was strange, if not disheartening, to think of this sort of thing something that would become his nightly schedule--just another reminder of how different his life would be from now on. But there wasn't much point in feeling sorry for himself, was there? It wouldn't change anything.
Taking the sword from the bed, as he assumed he'd need it, Rey nodded to Sousuke.
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Stuffing everything into his backpack, including his flashlight and radio, Ritsuka hefted the thing onto his back and teetered for a minute. The radio made it pretty heavy, meaning he wouldn't be able to run as fast tonight. That was a bother.
Taking one last look at Nataku, Ritsuka headed out the door.
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M39
Of course, there was the problem of Talana and ZEX. He'd told ZEX he'd go meet him before going to find Talana, but he'd told Talana that he'd introduce her to ZEX (he was pretty sure she wasn't buying the "ZEX is friendly!" story, even though it was more true than she could probably imagine)... and there was also the problem that ZEX was, uh, particularly affectionate, and Zelnick didn't know how well Talana would take that. On one hand, it would be fairly convincing that ZEX didn't mind humans in the least if ZEX latched on to him, but on the other, Talana was kinda his girlfriend, and he wasn't entirely sure how to handle how she might (would?) react to that.
... Even if she didn't even care, Zelnick wasn't sure how to handle it.
Sighing, he changed into his uniform and threw the coat in his closet over it, sticking the radio in one pocket and folding his notebook into the other. And that left his hands free for his skillet and his flashlight. He had bigger worries than his love life, really, even if it seemed the most pressing at the moment; he had to go find Talana, go see what ZEX had for him, and maybe actually get something done that night. That would be new!
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Tim headed back out into the hallway. There wasn't anything new to note here. Maybe a couple more people. Signs of life were always good, sure. He was glad that he didn't have to go through hall after hall of that silence, this time.
There was only one more hall before he got where he was going.
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M31
Lelouch stared at the door, eyebrows knitted and bat close at hand as he tried not to think-- but the chances were fairly slim, weren't they? He had neglected to ask Luxord how many new arrivals there had been, which made it impossible to determine the exact number of patients at now the institute, but as the population seemed to remain within a certain range and they couldn't possibly take that many each night, it wasn't likely. But...
He abandoned his seat and went to his closet, pulling it open and trying to distract himself by putting on his coat (unnecessary when they wouldn't be venturing outdoors, but he needed the extra pockets) and shoes. Suzaku's room was fairly close, which meant that (if he was coming at all-- no, don't think that way) he would be arriving soon. And if he didn't-- they couldn't have taken him, too, not after taking Bart. Statistically speaking, it was entirely possible, but--
Lelouch sat back at his desk, flipped through his journal with forced calm, then gave up and put it in his desk drawer. After napping through fourth shift and dinner, he had regained some energy, but it wasn't doing him any good now. Where the hell was Suzaku?
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It was one of the first times Suzaku didn't feel nervous or out of place as he knocked on Lelouch's door. He was sure of his position now, sure enough that interacting with Lelouch in general seemed easier. This might be because he had shut out any deeper questions regarding Lelouch's inexplicable behavior, but Suzaku was blissfully unaware of how completely he had ignored any aspect of Lelouch he didn't understand. It was something he couldn't understand, to the point that some part of him refused to make the effort. Serving as Lelouch's knight and being at ease with his presence would be enough for him, and he couldn't bring himself to expect anything else. That hope had died too long ago to be resurrected now.
So Suzaku thought of nothing more than his duty as he knocked, hoping he had arrived in a timely enough manner.
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Not wanting to waste anymore time, he clicked on flashlight, and headed out the door.
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It didn't take the redhead long to gather his things. He debated for a moment about the flashlight before leaving it behind. Unless he found some better way to power it, it wasn't really useful anymore. He knew the way through these first few hallways too well, anyway.
Once that was done, he gave his roommate a wave before leaving.
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As he moved out further, he noticed the lack of any wreal attempts at security. There was scarcely a half-hearted closed door or alarm system. The nurses were gone, and the previously secure locks were done away with. It all fit with the descriptions he had heard or read, but it was still so improbably strange. Kaworu also observed that this was a very primitive facility that no one had taken the time or money to upgrade, which wasn't an impossible situation, but noteworthy all the same. Despite this, none of the Lilim could escape, yet on a nightly basis they were invited to try. Their captor was confident to the point of arrogance, and wanted to prove his control by giving them an illusion of freedom. It was as fascinating as it was sad. Kaworu would be almost reluctant to leave these people and this puzzle.
However, this was not his story. He had other things of greater concern to attend to. This place simply was, and would continue as it had with or without him. Kaworu followed the echoing sounds of conversation, hoping it would lead him to an exit.
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It was dark when he came fully awake again, and he was completely alone in the room. For a weird moment he wondered if all the strange things he'd been through in the last little while had been in his head but his arms were incredibly sore and one of them was wrapped tightly, resting against his chest in a sling. Nataku grimaced.
"Ritsuka?" No answer, which meant his roommate was gone for the night probably which meant...CRAP. What time was it?! He was supposed to meet Kenren!
He fetched his things a little awkwardly, and noticed a note on the desk in passing. He recognised Ritsuka's handwriting. Nataku smiled briefly. He folded the note and tucked it into his pocket before dashing off to find Kenren.
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He did managed to catch the bulletin briefly though, enough to know what to do for the night. He gathered his things, slower than normal as he tried not to pull the burns, and then set out as a leisurely pace.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/629246.html?thread=53464062#t53464062)]
M31 [after Lelouch and Suzaku have left]
Spider burst into Lelouch's room with the force and intensity of a shotgun blast to the chest.
"FUCK YOUR SCHEDULE, YOU TRUTH-GETTING SACK OF SNIPPY REMARKS AND WOEFUL CONSTIPATION!" he hollered, before actually looking around to see if there was anyone for him to be talking to. There wasn't. Spider let his energy drop considerably in the absence of an audience. He really needed that Jumpstart. With any luck, ST had some. He was probably good for that kind of thing, right?
Quietly, for the first time since he'd busted out of his cell, Spider opened every drawer in the room until he found a journal he assumed to be Lelouch's. After paging through it carefully, taking note of what the writer seemed to find interesting, Spider turned to the last entry and wrote a thoughtful note (http://kingside.livejournal.com/8242.html?thread=70706#t70706) to its owner. Then, as loudly as he'd entered, Spider left.
"I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE, COWFUCKER! YOU'RE SCHEDULE'S SO TIGHT I BET YOU COULDN'T EVEN SLIP YOUR ANEMIC DICK INTO IT!"
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Sai and Kakashi would be here soon, and elsewhere, Naruto and Sakura and Jiraiya would be meeting to take on the second task. He didn't second-guess his decision to divide an already fragile group into two teams, nor did he second-guess the chosen missions or the constitution of the teams themselves. He didn't second-guess his ability to assess the strengths and weaknesses of the other Leaf-nin, nor his ability to determine how much they'd been damaged by recent revelations. Shikamaru seemed to have to avoid second-guessing way more often than most of his peers. Of all the jobs he could have ended up with in the grand scheme of ninja-dom, how the hell had he gotten stuck with this one?
And it would only get harder from here. Like his father pointed out, Shikamaru had a long way to go before he'd be able to protect the people of his village, and as long as women weren't involved, his dad's judgment was usually sound.
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Sai knocked on the door when he arrived, looking tired but ready to get down to business. Shikamaru would probably know it was him before he said anything, but a greeting was only polite.
"Shikamaru-san. It's Sai."
He hadn't needed to walk past Usopp's room, or rather his old room, thankfully. That made coming down this hallway that much easier. He wouldn't look to the right, wouldn't focus on anything but the task at hand.
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M40 and then out
Master.
It was rather late when the nurse escorted Sebastian to his room. He spent most of the walk inquiring into the Institute's workings (with limited success) and the rest complimenting her personal tastes in sock-and-uniform matching (much more successfully). He was rewarded at the end with some hints as to his future roommate's personality, as well as assurance of a quick and painless recovery should he continue his stellar "patient behavior."
Dinner was predictably tasteless; Sebastian had never found delight or meaning in human aliments, though it was noteworthy that the Institute's dinner quickly became the first human meal that succeeded in disgusting him. The food was unusually--almost impossibly--tasteless and bland, all the flavors muddied and disrupted as if run through river silt. True, Sebastian's sight and hearing were no longer what they used to be, but it seemed that his sense of taste was the least affected. Setting down his fork, he proceeded to ignore the--food resting on his desk, instead perusing the contents of the room and searching (quite literally, from top to bottom) for some accessory that might prove useful in tonight's journey. He did have an appointment to keep, after all, and from what he'd read and heard the Institute was quite formidable after dusk. While Sebastian could not imagine running into any serious "trouble," he could not take the risk of lowering his guard; a monster or two could cause quite a delay. The potential difficulty of defeating these so-called "monsters" did, admittedly, intrigue him, but as his first night out, tonight was not the time to pursue short-sighted wants.
As opposed to, say...desires.
Where are you, Sebastian!
.........Taking the coat and the boots, Sebastian donned them quickly before pocketing the foreign, flimsy-looking cylindrical tools that others called "pens." Selecting one from the handful, Sebastian narrowed his eyes and looked up, holding the object up like a dart and examining the door in front of him.
SHHHMM--
--"Ah," he said aloud, following the pen's path and walking over to his mental target. The force of the pen had planted it exactly halfway into the door--halfway from breaking through to the other side. As for where it landed....
Precisely in the center.
............he smiled.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/629246.html?thread=53784062#t53784062)]
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No sign, Kvothe realized as he came up to M35. No sign in the hall and no one inside when he looked inside. And he didn't have the first idea where Tamaki's new room might be. If he hadn't been so distracted today...he took a deep breath and leaned against the wall, thinking. Going from door to door would get him nowhere and made it more unlikely that he would find Tony there even if he did manage to locate it. For the moment, he supposed that all he could do was return to his own room and hope that Tony would come by there and let him know he's all right.
[back to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/629437.html?view=54007997#t54007997)]
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The door, when he tried it, had somehow come unlocked and he noticed that a few were or had already taken advantage of it.
He took with him the diary, some pens, and the flashlight. He tried the radio and pocketed it though it didn't appear to have any real use. Putting on a coat and a pair of boots, Rorschach calmly stepped out into the hallway.
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