Night 43: F1-10 Hall

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Breaking down the bed frame after she'd eaten some of her meal had given Teresa something to do while she waited for the night time phenomena to arrive. Having not been conscious when it occurred the previous night, she was curious. She was not disappointed. The overhead words were certainly something different.

As the door opened, Teresa finished wrapping shredded bedding around the bottom portion of the six foot long metal bar that had once been a main side support of the bed's frame. It wasn't good quality metal by any means, but it was better than nothing. At least, she didn't think it'd break the first time she hit something with it given her reduced strength. As she hefted the weapon, she swung it around to get a feel and decided that it would do for now. Should she manage to find the right kind of stone or a file, she could even work a rough edge onto it.

A few more strips of cloth and the hybrid tied the makeshift weapon across her back, the 'hilt' sticking a foot and a half above her shoulders, and fashioned the cloth so she could pull on the knot by her right shoulder for a quick release. That done, Teresa took her flashlight and exited the room.

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F2

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Buried in her blankets, Sheena vaguely heard the intercoms go off. She ignored them, pulling the covers even tighter around her. She didn't care. She wasn't going to go anywhere. To hell with any plans she might have had, which she didn't remember anyways. She just couldn't make herself move.

Shifting a little, the bell jingled and the ninja pulled the covers up over her head leaving only the tail of her hair visible. Her pillow was soaked from her tears, but for now, she'd cried herself out.

Re: F2

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Raine wondered at finding the door closed, but considering how fast she'd moved maybe Sheena was still getting dressed; so, to be polite, she knocked. "It's me," she called.

Silence. That was odd... "Sheena?" Still no response. Worried, Raine waited for a few heartbeats (...which wasn't saying much) and called, "I'm coming in." When there was no answer even to that, she opened the door.

She didn't see anyone at first; heart pounding, she reminded herself that Sheena's room could have been moved without any warning. It certainly wasn't unusual. And it was possible she was hiding in the closet to change, and thus hadn't heard anything...

Then her eyes landed on the bed, and the huddled body under the covers. And the tuft of hair sticking out. Was she asleep? "Sheena..." Raine came forward and touched her shoulder, gently enough to hopefully not startle her but not so light as to go unnoticed. "Are you awake?"

Outside F4

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F4 was indeed down the last hall. Suzaku stopped outside the door, hesitating a second before knocking. It was a little weird to talk to someone so much over the bulletin, but never to their face. Yet Suzaku had the feeling Yuffie wasn't the kind of person who'd have a very different personality depending on the medium. She seemed pretty straightforward, just like Suzaku himself, which was probably why he liked her.

Inside F4 :V

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Pile of scrap metal pipes on the floor? Check.

Pile of thoroughly destroyed dresser drawer, also on the floor? Check.

Incriminating evidence, torn out of her journal and stuffed into the depths of her hip-pack? Check. And then check again for good measure, since it really wouldn't do for Sen to get her hands on that.

Yuffie nodded to herself, standing back with her hands planted firmly, casually on her hips. The knives were all in place, stowed carefully to be as inconspicuous as possible. The shuriken was now leaning precariously against the desk. On top of the desk sat her journal-slash-notebook, smug and open for all the world to read if only they knew Wutaian; her growing collection of origami (plus the get well card from 'Maddie'); the note from Mr. Faker, her flashlight, her jacket, and her ribbon.

Keeping an ear out for Suzaku, she slipped the jacket on. Next came the ribbon; fiddly as it was, wearing this outfit… it wouldn't feel right to leave off the seemingly random pink addition. In the midst of tying it, there came the sound of approaching footsteps, followed by a knock at the door. "C'mon in," she called. "The door won't bite. … I think."

F4 (after the others left)

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The odd coincidences were piling atop each other one by one, with Suzaku of all people dropping by her room, and Yuffie giving him a note for Lelouch. Ayumu's assignments and enemies were all converging, with Lelouch and his allies and Yuffie and hers --

Which reminded her of just who one of Yuffie's particular friends was.

Himura Kenshin.

The text of the page Susu--Makoto had showed her flashed through Ayumu's memory, the words "Battle of Toba-Fushimi" all but outlined in white light. The hitokiri had to have been there, in whatever capacity; it was another reason to want to see the man dead, albeit one above and beyond the mere call of duty.

But. No. Homura had insisted on the truce, and she rather thought even this wouldn't count as sufficient provocation to satisfy him. She pushed down her emotional response (too little, too late) and forced herself to a state of calm, pulling her hair back into a knot and securing it in place with a pair of the pens.

She hadn't made any specific plans for the night - perhaps she could follow Suzaku and try to find out more about him. Or locate Lelouch and find out what was going on with him and this friend who had returned from the dead. Or even find Robin, and try to determine if he had any new information that she needed to pass on.

There were any number of things she could be doing, and they all required that she push aside what had happened and move on for now. She could deal with that later. For now, she needed to concentrate on her preparations, then head out.

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F8

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After Captain Thorne had left, Taura had asked to return to her room; there was nothing she could do on crutches and under close supervision to aid her escape except to sleep, and sleep she had. She was naturally a light sleeper; under normal circumstances any one of a number of things should have woken her up -- the dinner intercom, the arrival of a second person in the room, even the faint click as the doors unlocked. Instead, she came to tangled in the sheets in an empty room. Two trays on two tables were the only addition to the room, but they told her enough.

How much have I missed? What wasn't she seeing. She couldn't blame it on the painkillers; her request for nothing stronger than a mild analgesic had been the exception that proved the rule -- faithfully honored.

She could only hope she hadn't slept through the healer's arrival as well; she hadn't slept through a successful treatment, as leaning over to snag her dinner sent muscles twanging like overstretched shock cords. All she could do was wait. And eat, which helped make the former more bearable.

[waiting for Hanatarou]

F8

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By the time Hanatarou arrived at the correct door (the note had said F8, right?) he was more than a little bit out of breath, but at least he'd managed to keep from getting eaten by a monster. Or, by some miracle, tripping and impaling himself on his own sword.

He paused a moment there, nervously brushing off his uniform before lifting a hand to give a hesitant rap against the door. He didn't even know who this person was that he was supposed to be helping - hopefully they weren't scary or anything.

F1

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Miku had dressed in her normal clothing, and the landel's uniform was in a neat pile on her desk. It had felt... comforting, in a way, to be dressed like she would've been at home. The skirt was feeling a little looser, but it wasn't something that Miku would be unable to fix once she found a little sewing kit. She smoothed out the skirt, fixed her stockings and did up her hair in the big, heavy bun that nearly tipped her head back if she thought about it.

She laid on her bed and waited for Ritsuka, her flashlight off. If she pretended she wasn't waiting for anyone at all, maybe it would make them come sooner.

Re: F1

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Sakura didn't mind giving her roommate some time to herself. She busied herself with some preparation for the evening, set aside the scalpel for the person on the bulletin, packed the weapons she'd managed to come by over the last few days, and made a note for Sai. If he did come by, he ought to see it and just so there was no confusion, she'd written his name on it in simple script. It read, "Wasn't sure if you were coming by. Leave the sample in the drawer and I'll analyze it as soon as possible. -Sakura."

For the other, she set the scalpel where she'd said she would and glanced over at Miku before getting up and going to the door.

"A couple of people might stop by to pick things up. They shouldn't bother you though," she assured, hoping it was the truth. "Take care."

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It was the crackle of static and the flat, electronic voice of the intercom that at last pulled Soma out of her thoughts. She wasn't sure if she ought to be grateful. For a moment she was quiet, forcing her eyes away from the photograph and to the apparently asleep Mele on the other side of the room. Then, with an inaudible sigh, she set the photograph down and stood up, turning to her closet as the doors unlocked.

The pain that flared in her arm and began to grow again barely registered in her mind as she surveyed her new acquisitions. Her hand hesitated over the gun before moving to the spear instead; it was unlikely she would be going anywhere tonight, even if the others were.

She went through her equipment check with an almost routine speed, but it was clear her heart wasn't in it. It was stupid to go out distracted like this, and she knew it, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. There was nobody to hold her back now.

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F3

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It pissed her off. Her brother pissed her off more than anything in the world. Why did he have to visit? Clearly he was the crazy one. Not her. It wasn't her. It was never her.

Gintoki. Shinpachi. Edo. They were the ones that were real. This wasn't. She didn't know how her brother got here but it was clear that he was just messing with her. He won't win.

But what if your brother's right?

Then she'll make him wrong. She didn't know how but this was what Kagura decided as she left her room, making sure not to disturb her sleeping room mate.

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Outside F10

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Bridget hugged Roger close as he carefully walked through the dark hallways. He was being extra careful and it made him a bit slower than usual, but he wanted to get to Kagura's room in one piece. Finally coming to F10, he hesitantly reached up and knocked.

"Miss Sohma?"

Re: Outside F10

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Kagura hoped her roommate was able to do alright on her first night out. But if she was familiar with dead things and evil spirits, she ought to be okay. To be honest, she didn't much want to think about how many others she'd thought would be okay, but ended up as bloody messes in the halls at night. It was the kind of thing that made her heart ache.

Luckily, she didn't think on it long. There was a knock at the door and a familiar voice. Kagura was quick to jump to her feet and answer, greeting both Roger and Bridget with a smile as she opened the door to let them in.

"I'm here. Sorry! Come in, please!"

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The situation wasn't ideal. She hadn't shared a room like this since back at the orphanage and after that only out of necessity when she couldn't get back to her own rooms. Plus it was a liability. At least the woman had been asleep during that time, leaving Cissnei to eat and think the situation over without distraction. The intercom message was a little startling. Why would someone broadcast to the world that they were hacking a computer, or that their computer was being hacked for that matter. It was just as Reno and Rude had said though, the doors unlocked and when she pushed the door open, the hallway was black and...

Something flickered in the corner of her vision, exposing pipes and electrics for a brief second. She turned and reached out but touched only cool plaster, although it felt damp and musty like it hadn't earlier.

She ducked back into the room and grabbed the torch and some pens. They weren't adequate weapons but if that was all she had on hand, then that would have to do. She'd wait for Rosalind's sister for a short while before she headed off to find Reno.

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Outside F8

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Once Tenpou rounded the corner, he saw a line of rooms. It was similar to the area where his entire trip had begun, only this time, the feeling that had guided him intensified. Something was going to happen. Something important, vital to his time here. He could just tell somehow, although he couldn't explain it, not even to himself, if he tried. His thoughts were no longer on missing Kenren, or why he couldn't. On figuring out who Homura was or where to find him. He had been brought to this area for a reason, and now, he would solve the mystery.

Flashlight poised to attack in the event that what had guided him here turned out to be negative, Tenpou strode forward, not sure which door he was supposed to be going toward or what he would find there. Just that he would know it when he did.

[Waiting for Kenren, although anyone involved in the History Club in or around F8 can join in before or after he shows up.]

Re: Outside F8

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He was looking for Hanatarou which was why the figure in the corridor took him so by surprise. A familiar form that made Kenren's thoughts lurch, the feeling of something snapping back into place when it had become so familiar for it not to be there at all. "Hakkai?" he asked, staring at the figure, deja-vu from his first night in the Institute hitting him suddenly. But this time the hair was too long, the stance just that bit too hunched.

No, not Hakkai. "Tenpou..."

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Kagura quietly closed the door behind her. Sohma-san was still blissfully asleep, and Kagura didn't want to wake her, knowing the other girl could use the rest. The hallway looked strange somehow, but she couldn't put her finger on what. It just felt wrong. From the corner of her eye, Kagura could have sworn that she saw a door just now, but when she turned to look, it vanished like a mirage.

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It was her ears that took in the drone of words and the hiss of static, it was her hand that opened the unlocked door, and it was her legs that carried her out into the hallway, but it wasn't Yomi who was following the pull.

But it was, it was her that the presence had hooked like a fish on a line, it was her mind that was struggling to accept what this meant--

It felt like a dream overlaid on reality. Yomi's steps didn't falter, and her mask-like mien didn't change, but there was a numbness taking over. Disbelief. Terror. Fervor. Lust. Desperation. Completeness. The chaos of emotion came from her and it, and together filled her body until it felt fit to burst.

She turned on impulse, seeking one body out of the unacknowledged handful of the rest. Her flashlight had been left inside, but in the darkness, she still knew to look.

(And Yomi almost knew before she saw, almost, if she could suffer the realization. If it wouldn't cut her heart in two.)

F9

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Mele woke with a jerk, limbs tense, gasping for breath. She lashed out, and it was a moment before she realized she was hitting only air.

...And that was the ceiling.

She got up, shaking. Nightmare? No, she couldn't think up something like zombies running rampant or a zombie fighter on fire, and there had been people she didn't know in it, and if she was going to dream, wouldn't she dream all of her power back? She distinctly remembered not having been able to kill, destroy, or otherwise incapacitate the freaky corpses that had been rotting. Even if she had been able to make her ki resemble RinChameleon—but she knew the cause of that: the sudden attack of the zombies made everyone panic more than usual, naturally, and it had been annoying to have been able to produce RinChameleon in form but not in power.

But the usual restrictions were back again, like a shackle around, through, and locked in place on her rinki. And back at the prison, she saw, as she looked around the room in the dark and felt the sheets under her fingers.

Mele let out a loud, annoyed sigh and swung her legs over the side of the bed. A few wavering steps and her face was getting reacquainted with the floor. "Stupid—" Mele grumbled, pushing herself into a sitting position. She'd forgotten.

And anyway, why was she back here? She didn't remember fainting after what she had originally mistaken for a fireball had landed on the roof. And she had been unconscious, and then woke up...

"Mou!" She lightly brought her fists down on the floor on either side, like a child having a temper tantrum. Again? She'd been knocked out and then woken again? Wasn't that three times now in a day?

Hissing in annoyance, Mele fumbled along the ground until she found the chair-on-wheels and got herself on it. She didn't know what time it was, but if she'd woken right before the nurses would have come, it was a chance to look around or knock one of them out or...something.

Making a brief detour to grab the flashlight under the pillow, Mele put it on her lap as she headed for the door.

Re: F9

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The hallway was dark, with a few people moving past quickly, and one conversation that seemed like the sort that rooms were made for. Taura covered the ground in long strides, stretching her legs.

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Ophelia removed the last of Kvothe's bandaging from the previous night not long before the lights went out. As expected, there seemed to be no hint whatsoever of her bite wound. Excellent, she thought with a smile, lowering her pant leg. Funny, she GLaDOS hadn't shown up at all for dinner shift. One of the institute's mysterious disappearances, perhaps? Either way, the artificial being's presence was a setback. She had planned to ask her roommate to write out the names of potentially useful human drugs for her. Now she was going to have to find someone else to help her on that front.

Day shifted to night as it always did, save the curious change in the artificial-sounding I.R.I.S. She did not know how "computers" worked, but was able to surmise what was going on given what passwords were used at covert meetings in her own world. Clearly someone (either Landel or not), was trying to gain access to something of Landel's by way of I.R.I.S.

Now won't this be interesting to figure out as we go, thought the warrior with a grin as she retrieved her items. Maps and sharpened recorder end went in her pockets, flashlight and butcher's knife went in her hands. Shivering lightly in anticipation, she ran the pad of her thumb lightly against the edge of the long blade to test it. The shiver became a faint purr of satisfaction upon seeing a small bubble of crimson welling up at her merest touch.

Not wanting to waste much time in recruiting an accomplice, Ophelia headed out of her little hallway as quickly as possible.

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