Night 44: M41-M50 Hallway

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"Stop calling me Greg, it's weird!" Raz protested, but predictably his words were ignored, and the nurse left with his roommate without a sound. The door closed shut, and he was alone once again.

The events that occurred this dinner shift played through his mind over and over again, though he very much didn't want them to. It was bad enough that he got trapped here in the first place, but couldn't he have at least got a friendlier roommate? Really? Was that so much to ask for?

As he contemplated how to deal with this problem, it seemed that all he did was blink, and then the room was dark. The lock unclicked, and Raz knew what that meant.

"Time to get to work," he said to himself, as he grabbed his flashlight and headed out the door.

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M44

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Claude was so outraged at the way his dinner with his roommate had ended that he could barely hear the intercom message as he roughly tried to turn the stiff doorknob of the door. He knew it was hopeless -- he'd been here long enough to figure that out -- but it still didn't stop him from banging at the door's surface, teeth clenched and shoulders tight. Those bastards had waltzed in and taken Rey, as if they had the damned right to experiment on all of them like a bunch of animals! Being held back and forced to watch while they led the boy away only triggered the sort of feelings that had washed over him when he'd learned Ashton had been taken all that time ago. Just who the hell did they think they were, anyway?!

More than that, what the hell did they think they were doing?!

When the door finally unlocked, Claude nearly lost his balance because of how much weight he'd been using to try to get it to budge before. The Head Doctor's disgustingly familiar voice filtered over the system. Claude wanted nothing more than to tear the intercom off the wall, especially at his whole good guy act.

He'd just been put in a horrible position. His roommate had just been abducted for who knew what, and no matter how newly acquainted they were, every fiber in Claude's being wanted to march up the stairs and do something about it. Under normal circumstances he would have done just that, but the threat posed by Sync was pressing down on him more than ever, trapping him in a corner that Claude knew he couldn't get out of without having to make more than a few unwanted compromises.

The fact was that Sync very well might have been planning to lead at least two innocents to their deaths. He had to be confronted tonight. Part of Claude considered telling Guy and Dias to go on without him, and yet he knew they wouldn't be happy with letting him go alone. And, to be honest, he wasn't sure how he felt about leaving Guy and Dias to face Sync without him.

He took a deep breath as he shook himself out of his momentary paralysis. Having already changed into his Federation pants, Claude quickly put on the sneakers provided by the institute and grabbed his sword. Most of his other things were back in Guy's room, but that was the last thing on Claude's mind. Instead, he was plagued with the uncomfortable decision to leave Rey's fate in the hands of the rescue squads that went up there each night. There would be someone to help him, he was sure, and yet...

There was no way he could leave Sync running around unchecked, he reminded himself.

Claude just had to keep telling himself that as he stepped out into the hallway.

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M47

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Haku looked up, frowning as he thought about the implications of 'training'. That certainly didn't sound good...

"Did you have any plans for the evening Artemis?" Best to focus on the here-and-now than worry needlessly...

Re: M47

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Artemis wasn't sure if he should feel relieved or disappointed that the head doctor was still alive. He himself had made false apologies that sounded much like the one Landel had just given--Artemis imagined that the doctor wasn't sorry at all. Only sorry that it had somehow backfired on him and put him out of commission for two days, if not more.

He was happy that his plans were coming to him instead of Artemis himself running about the patient blocks running errands. For one, he didn't want to leave Haku. And secondly, he didn't want to find out what increased 'training' consisted of.

"I do, but nothing I'm leaving for," he said with a soft smile. "I'm staying here with you again. Hanatarou should be here soon to heal you, and Keman is coming here shortly afterward."

Re: M47

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"Another night of visitors and me with nothing to wear." Haku chuckled softly at that.

He was glad that Artemis wouldn't be leaving, and that his friend at chosen to stay in. Despite feeling considerably better, Haku didn't think he was well enough to be chasing Artemis around the halls and fighting off whatever constituted 'training' exercise.

Re: M47

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[in from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/730449.html?thread=60123729#t60123729)]

This hallway was even darker than the ones before, and Hanatarou couldn't help but imagine any kind of creature, be it Hollow or other sort of monster, lurking in wait for him in the deep shadows. He pulled out his flashlight again and shook it fiercely before turning it on, and to his relief managed to get a very (very) faint beam of light. It hardly showed him anything past his hand's reach, but even that was enough to be somewhat comforting.

It also let him read the numbers on the door as he passed, and he paused for a moment outside of M47. This was the right room, wasn't it? Was it okay to knock? Maybe they weren't ready yet. Maybe...

No, he had to take care of this quickly so he wouldn't be late. Hanatarou drew in a breath in a failed attempt to steady his nerves, and lifted his hand to rap on the door.

M42

[scarefaux]

Only after the doors had unlocked with a loud click did the Scarecrow rise from his seat and return the note to Depth Charge. He looked back at the untouched food on his tray, his mind wandering to what a waste it was.

"So you weren't originally human either?" he asked, breaking the silence that followed the announcements. That gave him something in common with his roommate, at least. "If that's the case, then we've probably got a common goal. Maybe we could go looking for these ingredients?"

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

Depth Charge paid little attention to the intercom, instead nodding at the Scarecrow's question and digging around for his flashlight and shears. "Yeah, that's right." Which meant... he peered the the other man, head to one side as he tried to decipher just what the Pit he was before, but the options were vast and the hints limited. "What were you, exactly, Scarcr..." Or not. Oh. Stupid question. "Never mind."

The peer turned quizzical (and probably a little accusing) as the Scarecrow returned the note. Considering they'd only just met... well. That was a lot of trust to throw in there. Trust he wasn't entire sure he could live up to, not after what had happened to For- "You sure you wanna come?" he interrupted himself quickly.

[scarefaux]

"Of course," said the Scarecrow with a smile. "I'm not sure how much help I would be, but surely two heads are better than one, especially in a place as unwelcoming as this. And if nothing else, granted we manage to find some of these ingredients, I can help you carry things. I'm not so terrible at that."

He found his flashlight in his desk drawer and fished it out, clicking it on and off a couple of times to make sure it was still in working order. "I'm ready anytime you are, Depth Charge, my friend."

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

Depth Charge gave the Scarecrow one last hard look- as though turning up the cynicism in his stare would suddenly make everything clear to him- then nodded. "Alright. You're in."

There was something oddly final about that. Or maybe he was just looking into it too much. Well, whatever. His new partner certainly didn't seem daunted, and that kind of optimism was usually pretty catching. "First we hit up chemical storage, then we try the pharmacy," he explained gruffly, stuffing a map into his back pocket with his shears and turning to the door. "Let's go."

[dualistic]

As boring as dinner had been, that was the final hurdle. Harvey waited as Lunge gathered all of his things and left without a word, exactly as he'd been hoping the man would. This left Harvey to grab all of his own tools (maybe weapons was the more appropriate word) in peace. He started with the gun, of course, sticking it into the elastic of his pants as he had before. Next was the extension cords, which he slung around his right arm, and finally, the metal pipe. That last one wasn't quite as necessary, but there was no such thing as too prepared.

He hadn't gotten any word from Jason during the day, but he hadn't exactly been expecting it. They had needed to be discreet, and he was just going to have to trust the kid for now.

The point was, he wasn't missing this for the world. And he had to be quick -- he had to be there and ready before Jason brought the Bat over. Harvey grabbed his flashlight and then wasted no time in leaving his room behind and starting down the familiar hallway.

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[bitpartgod.livejournal.com]

Alright! This was going to be the night to end all nights! The Institute wouldn't know what had hit it once Kibitoshin was out of his room!

First on his agenda was healing Sechs. The Kaioshin flexed his hands thoughtfully at his desk, staring at his palms in quiet consideration. Sure, it had made him kind of dizzy to heal himself before, but that was just because he was new. He just hadn't found his feet yet, that was all. This time it would be different. He was sure of it. Maybe afterward he'd even be able to find more people to heal, or get ahold of something to defend himself with. Not that he needed a weapon, of course. He was the Guardian of the Universe and he'd helped take out a mirror zombie! Nothing could get him no-

The lights switched off and promptly made a clean get away with all of Kibitoshin's courage.

W-well... just because it was dark that didn't mean he couldn't defend himself. Just that he wouldn't be able to see anything coming for hi- no. Positive thinking. He was strong. He was capable. He could handle this.

Fumbling with his flashlight (things seemed a lot better with a light source), he clenched his fists, put on his heroic face and stepped into the wide dark yonder to find Sechs' room.

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[screwthegods]

Watching his roommate was always entertaining, though Homura would also need to speak with him about a certain notice he'd seen on the bulletin. His immediate concern, however, was making it upstairs to his waiting group. Hanatarou and Okita were both going to be late, but hopefully not so much so that they would be unable to complete their task for the night. With Adelheid's recent condition, it was all the more imperative that the club get hold of whatever weapons they could, and the room upstairs by far had presented the best yield for their efforts.

So Homura wasted little time changing and gathering the supplies he'd need for the night: his sword and knife, his light, a pillowcase, and, after a moment's consideration, the radio. Though it might once again remain silent, after the previous night that wasn't a certainty. Perhaps something of use might be said.

Taking the key and putting it in his pocket, Homura headed out into the hall, setting a quick pace.

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That could have gone better, but it was at least not worse than the discussion with Takasugi. As much as he disliked the man, he felt... guilty that he was gone now. As though his dislike toward him was strong enough to cause him to vanish. For all he had known, the man deserved his fate, but...

This was ridiculous. He shouldn't be feeling any sympathy towards a stranger, specifically one who had shown such blatant disrespect towards others. It was wasting his time, time that could be spent on destroying this institute and returning to the Guild. Takasugi Shinsuke was just a footnote in this story now and whatever reason they had to discharge him from this world, Venom didn't care about it.

Him and his voice weren't worth remembering.

The assassin entered out into the hallway, determined to find answers to this aggravating puzzle with wooden bar and knife in hand. He wasn't planning on using the knife against anyone (that was what the bar was for), but it wouldn't hurt to keep it in case it was needed. All right, then. Time to set out.

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M45

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When Hitsugaya's eyes snapped open, he noticed night had arrived. Quietly, he cursed himself for oversleeping and went to gather his things. After he was done, Hitsugaya immediately left without checking his roommate.

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As usual, the intercom announcements were less than reassuring. What had the bastard come up with now to torment them with? Even if what had happened the previous night had not been Landel's doing, he was still the cause of their misery. He had still hurt people and taken others away from them. He was still a dark beast who caused suffering with no thought as to those who suffered.

Yohji stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes after night fell, half expecting to see her again. Ghost or hallucination, it didn't matter. Would he feel the touch of wire against his neck again that night?

Finally, when nothing happened, he pushed himself to his feet and headed to the door. Schuldig had spoken about meeting tonight and if he was still there, then Yohji would appreciate the company. He could always apologise later if he was busy.

He crossed the hallway to knock at the door lightly. "Schuldig?"

[k4t4str0ph4l.livejournal.com]

By the time Schuldig opened the door, he was already grinning. His nights recently had been irritatingly or even painfully eventful - it had only been a few nights ago that he'd been sliced open by that tentacled monstrosity, although between the healing Artemis had done for him and the accelerated recovery rate that seemed to be the institute's one and only perk, all that remained were some scars(still livid, certainly, but in no danger of opening up again). And, of course, he'd lost both Farfarello and Crawford within days of each other, although Crawford's second arrival had reassured him, at least, that the separation might well only be temporary, no matter how unwelcome, which made his isolation from the rest of Schwarz a bit easier to accept now. In any case, with so much aggravation recently, the possibility of spending a relaxing night in seducing Balinese was more than welcome. "That was fast," he remarked, with a smirk. "You might almost think you were eager to see me."

[never-learns.livejournal.com]

It was a relief to see Schuldig standing there, unharmed and grinning. He could all too clearly remember the other night when Crawford had been taken and there was nothing to say that Schuldig wouldn't be taken this time. Yphji didn't want him to go through that and he didn't want to fight him either. And of course he was at his smug, self-satisfied best. Yohji couldn't quite decide if that was a good thing or not when the teasing remark came. "Well, if its a problem then I can just leave," he replied with a shrug and a matching smirk on his lips.

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"Wonders may never cease," Schuldig replied, stepping back out of the doorway so that Yohji could move past him into the room. "A Weiss assassin being compliant? That might have been useful if you'd adopted the trait a few years ago - at the very least it might have spared us all a drop into the ocean under a few hundred tons of rock."

How had they survived that? Schuldig still questioned it, but there was no point in putting any of those questions to Yohji Yohji. Though he at least knew that both Schwarz and Weiss had survived, the telepath doubted Yohji had ever been privy to the details of Schwarz's escape - the work of Nagi, he surmised, although not even the boy's efforts with Tot could entirely convince Schuldig that Nagi was truly that powerful.

"I wonder," he said aloud, closing the door behind Yohji as the man moved into the room. "How will you respond to the Schuldig you know from your own time, if we ever get out of here?" He hadn't even been aware he'd been thinking about the question until he'd voiced it aloud, but it was intriguing.

[herr-inspektor.livejournal.com]

There. Lunge closed the patient file and placed it onto his 'finished' pile with Lelouch's journal just as the intercom for the night clicked into action. Interesting indeed. Landel was an egomaniac of sorts, that much was obvious, and not to take credit for what was one of the most devastating attacks on the patient population was... revealing. Still suffering, are we, Landel? But this morning... did you gasp from the pain of your injuries or from the sudden jolt back to life? Did you die with your patients? Obviously just how genuine and how good an actor he was were different matters completely, but at face value it would seem that his initial theory still stood.

Issuing Dent with a warning look- the visual equivalent of a doberman growling behind an electric fence- he stashed the journal and the file carefully back into his desk and arranged them just so. If he had returned to find that anyone had been interfering with his notes back at work there would have been hell to pay, but here, without any real authority or a firearm to back him up, he had to rely on the strength of idle threats. Unfortunate, but true.

Firearms. Speaking of which, he had still to find a weapon. And given that he had managed to run into three creatures on his very first night, well, Lunge wasn't going to allow himself the risk anymore. There was only so much he could deny when lying in a pool of his own blood. He took his flashlight, switched it on and stole into the night without a word.

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[queer-clockwork.livejournal.com]

Training, huh? Well, Alex wasn't about to let one small blip on the radar ruin what could be a great night. Schuldig wouldn't be coming, something that puzzled the young man somewhat. Didn't he want to find out more? Well, probably not, seeing as he was an instrument of the devil and all...

Shaking his head to clear it, Alex went out and turned on his flashlight. Let the games begin.