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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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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