Nightshift 44: M51-M60 Hallway

[tsunagari.livejournal.com]

Sai changed quickly. Whether he was less emotionally stable that usual or not, he was far better off than he'd been the night before. He would perform the mission required of him tonight. It was nothing that should put anyone's lives at stake, and holing himself up would only decrease his ability to perform his duties later.

The vial of sedative was secured safely in the sweatshirt he used as a makeshift belt. It was important that he got the item to Sakura tonight. They might not get an opportunity to get hold of a replacement if this one was lost.

M90 was in the men's block in the opposite hall. He should make haste so that his teammate wasn't delayed.

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[sixtyeighth.livejournal.com]

Tonight was different than the night before: Giovanni knew what to expect. He knew what he was up against, and he knew that he was injured, and he also knew that Haine was here. That made all the difference. As soon as the doors unlocked, he put on the winter boots, grabbed his flashlight, and headed out into the hallway. This particular hall was quiet, a change from his previous room assignment. He took advantage of the quietness to go over what he had done the previous night, where he had been. The recreational field and the park were both worthless as far as useful items went - but what was upstairs? (And he still needed to find somewhere to get cigarettes for Badou. Why was he doing something nice for such an idiot? He didn't know.)

Instead of venturing into the bathrooms to retrieve a pipe like he had last night, Giovanni headed in the opposite direction, towards the south.

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Inside M59

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

...well, wasn't that an interesting intercom announcement? Of course, Miles didn't believe a word of it. Truth was, he didn't know quite what to believe anymore. That was something he wasn't used to. The truth generally made itself known one way or the other eventually; it didn't change and grow murky after he thought he had the shape of it.

He mulled that over as he inspected his suit. Thankfully, there were no traces of the bloodstains that had marked it the night previous. It was as if it had never been touched, and that was a relief. Miles nodded at it once before getting changed and getting what he could together, then sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting on Phoenix.

Re: Inside M59

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

M59, right? Phoenix thought he remembered that correctly. He knocked on the door, calling in uncertainly. "Edgeworth?"

Come on. Tell me you didn't have to fend off your zombie roommate with your wits and a ballpoint pen. He wasn't deeply worried - even with the element of surprise, Edgeworth's roommate hadn't gotten much of a jump on him last time - but he still couldn't forget the red blot that had been spread out along one side of his neck.

Re: Inside M59

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

"Come in, Wright," he replied, still half-distracted by the awkward task of trying to put on cufflinks in a dimly-lighted room. Once they were - mostly; he'd have to check them again in the light - in place, he turned around, breathing a quiet sigh of relief.

"You didn't have any trouble on the way over, right?" Miles was sure he would have known had that been the case, but had to ask anyway. "And there's no need to worry. I wasn't made into dinner by my roommate again. Actually, they seem to have changed them up again."

M60

[host-club-honey.livejournal.com]

Honey waved goodbye to his roommate and slipped off the bed, still munching on the last of his second brownie. Today had been trying in a number of ways, but they had to be strong, even if he felt like curling up in a ball and crying for a while. In the end, that wouldn't do much good.

He dug the broken-off broomstick from under his bed and peered out the door to his room. As he clicked on his flashlight, he noticed the beam was already getting weak and flickering. Not good.

Re: M60

[mukuchi.livejournal.com]

It didn't take long for Mori to get ready for the night. He had the brownie and he had his makeshift staff - there wasn't much more he needed to carry. What was important, was getting to Mitsukuni. While the other teen didn't blame him for the bad things that had happened that day, Mori still felt responsible, and he still felt like he should be punished. It wasn't right that he had let someone upset Mitsukuni that way, nor was it right that his cousin was putting on a brave face and trying to ignore how upset he likely was.

Moving through the halls like he always did, Mori approached Mitsukuni's door quietly. He could see a weak and flickering beam of light coming from the doorway and...that wasn't good. They needed to find batteries. Maybe that's what they'd do tonight since no one signed up for the Cake Club. Upstairs for batteries and metal for Mitsukuni's shuriken. Nodding to himself, Mori came up on the door and tapped his staff against the frame before holding out the brownie.

Re: M60

[host-club-honey.livejournal.com]

Honey looked up happily when he saw his best friend's face. Of course, there was the brownie too, which he took after shifting his things to one arm. With how little sweets they were given here, it was like slowly starving to death! Dessert with dinner just wasn't enough.

He ate quickly though, letting the sweet, chocolaty taste remain. At least he didn't have to brush his teeth right away.

"Ready?" he asked, not sure if he could say that he was himself. "I think it's just the two of us tonight, so we can go at our own pace."

Outside M55

[no-ones-son.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/725393.html?thread=59910033#t59910033)]

Kicking the door shut behind him, Jason hurried along the hall, ignoring the other inmates around him. The last announcement as the doors opened had been a little worrying. 'Take their training to the next level' the fucker had said. He really didn't like the sound of that. It did match the theory that they were here as part of some program to make soldiers or something like that but it meant that things were probably going to get more dangerous from here on. He'd have to stay on guard tonight, no matter what shit Landel spouted about protecting them. But whatever happened, it wouldn't interfere with his plans for tonight. He wouldn't allow that.

M55

[sixth-attack.livejournal.com]

Sechs was glad to see that his roommate wasn't going to pursue him for more information about his visitor. They may have a truce now but that didn't mean they had to start being nice and open with one another. Hell no.

"Have fun out there!" Sechs sarcastically jeered at his roommate as he made his way out. Once Will closed the door behind him the Replica added with a chuckle, "hope you get eaten!"

Now all there was left for Sechs to do was wait for Kibitoshin's arrival. Damn, he wasn't too good with waiting... Hopefully his white-haired ally wouldn't take too long, he was curious to see what this whole "ki" power could do. Hopefully it wasn't some "magic" BS, but by now Sechs was a lot more willing to believe what was possible in this hellhole...

With the rest of his dessert finished, Sechs found himself restlessly limping around the small room. Once his leg got too sore to be walked on anymore, Sechs returned to his seat and took out some pens and a blank journal from his desk. Sechs figured he'd kill time by writing down some notes and scribble more nasty drawings of Dr. Landel's death while he waited.

[bitpartgod.livejournal.com]

Thank goodness for small miracles! By some beautiful, beautiful stroke of luck, Sechs’ room lay a scant one corridor away from his own, meaning that trekking through the darkness wasn’t going to be on the agenda for now. Not that he was afraid, of course. Brave warriors/ healers/ guardians weren’t afraid of the dark.

M53, M54… M55! There! Kibitoshin stopped neatly in front of the door, hands on his hips and flashlight beam pointed at his feet… and realised he had no idea what he was supposed to do next. After all, he had The Roommate to consider. From what Sechs had said, he’d sounded like a real tiger. What if just by knocking he threw the man into a wild rage of some sort?

There was nothing for it. He swallowed (h-his throat was dry, it certainly wasn’t a gulp), reached out, tapped gingerly on the door with his knuckles and waited to be maim- ah, greeted. Nicely. By Sechs. Not the tiger.

Oh, goodness…

[sixth-attack.livejournal.com]

Sechs was finishing up a drawing of Dr. Landel getting his intestines blown out through his spine by an armor-piercing cannon when he just barely heard a quiet, timid tapping against the door. Ah, that outta be Kibitoshin now! Leaving his unfinished drawing and pen on the desk, Sechs heaved himself off his chair and limped to the door.

With an abrupt turn of the knob, Sechs opened the door wide to find the white-haired patient fearfully quivering on the spot as though awaiting something horrible to jump out and eat him. Oh for crying out loud... For a second Sechs felt the urge to give Kibitoshin heck for being such a wimp, just like how he'd snap at Elf and Zwölf for their cowardice. But what kept Sechs' tiny amount of patience secure was the fact that Kibitoshin didn't run away the night before (the twins would have scattered as soon as the mirror creature emerged) and he was actually a lot more useful than those dumb bunny girls. Sechs shoved down his annoyance with a heavy sigh and moved to let Kibitoshin in.

"Hey Kibito! Good to see you made it in one piece!" Sechs greeted with a hint of a curl on the corners of his lips. Without giving Kibitoshin a chance to reply, Sechs placed a hand on the back of Kibitoshin's shoulder and in a rugged fashion he then herded the nervous youth into the room.

"So did your little reunion with Trunks go alright?" the Replica asked once he had firmly closed the door behind him, he didn't want to risk giving some sick creature a chance to crawl into the room. Needing to keep the weight off his leg as much as possible, Sechs limped past Kibitoshin and heavily sat himself down on the edge of his bed.

[faile.livejournal.com]

Dinnertime was quiet, which Faize didn't particularly object to. When he finished his meal, he retrieved his flashlight and waited for the evening announcements.

The Head Doctor's messages were quite revealing, though not all that surprising. It had certainly sounded as though someone hacked into the institute's systems the night before. The man's last words, though barely audible, were rather disturbing, however.

Though Faize had a number of hypotheses regarding what the "training" mentioned could entail, he had a mission tonight. Shortly after the doors unlocked, he departed and made for the arranged meeting place.

[faile.livejournal.com]

[no-arcana.livejournal.com]

...Souji didn't like hearing that message at all. If what he heard was right, then things could be getting a lot worse in a very small amount of time. And he still didn't have the kind of weaponry, nor did he have the kind of power that he used to. If Yousuke had that much trouble with a Dia spell, the more powerful spells that Souji could call to bear were likely not going to happen. At all.

Well, it wasn't like he hadn't handled crises like this in the past, right? If there was something threatening, he just needed to grab a weapon tonight before things got insane. And with his team, it was almost a foregone conclusion that he'd come up with something. He just needed to find out what that something was.

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M51

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

Rude had spent his dinner in silence, as usual, and got to work after a quick nap. That was one thing you never really got used to living without. Siestas. You don't Siesta in Midgar because to need to enjoy the light while it's there. Because, really? It's not there. The fog's just a little lighter is all.

And so, Rude was busy hunched over his desk, glasses in the place of his shades, tinkering with a potential bomb. That meant it would potentially explode when desired. The other side of 'potential' was it would blow up in his face.

[offduty.livejournal.com]

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As Reno approached the door, he could hear fiddling about with some equipment. Either Rude was building a whiskey factory or he was fooling around with one of his explosives.

The first would be way too much to hope for.

Surprising people around explosives was never a good idea, but this was Rude, and Reno trusted him not to blow shit high into the sky just 'cause he got a bit jumpy. So Reno just pushed open the door without a knock and swung it shut behind him.

"Any news?"

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

Well, Rude didn't jump. He paused though, happy he knew who it was before the intruder even spoke. Then he simply shook his head and continued working.

Oh wait. He had news. In a minute.

Something went 'fsssszzh' and Rude sat up straight and stared at his desk before getting up and stretching.

"Ran into Loz," he said, eventually, non-smile telling Reno he'd had fun.

Outside M58 (And Then Inside?)

[toadally4boobs.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/730785.html?thread=60434593#t60434593).]

Finally he arrived at Sasuke's door, and he found himself knocking. If Sasuke was going to be pissed, he'd might as well be polite. Would be less likely to get the kid more pissed off.

Kakashi said what Sasuke had found out was "life changing". He let out a long, almost pained sigh. What a fun conversation this was going to be.

Outside M58 (And Then Inside?)

[toadally4boobs.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/728280.html?thread=60436184#t60436184).]

Finally he arrived at Sasuke's door, and he found himself knocking. If Sasuke was going to be pissed, he'd might as well be polite. Would be less likely to get the kid more pissed off.

Kakashi said what Sasuke had found out was "life changing". He let out a long, almost pained sigh. What a fun conversation this was going to be.

Inside M58

[sasuke-of-sound.livejournal.com]

Unexpectedly, speaking with Naruto had actually cleared things up rather than muddle them further as the experience typically did. Sasuke was almost calm (or at least had learned how to ignore the clamouring thoughts that were building up in the back of his mind; but that, at least, he had experience in, between half a lifetime and the past few days) while he waited for Jiraiya to arrive. He'd eaten dinner and tasted none of it (but that, too, was something he'd grown accustomed to recently) and waited until his roommate had left before locating Itachi's file.

(He did wonder what was going on with Allen, or if it even was still Allen living on the other side -- the boy had usually at least mumbled a greeting most nights, even if they were usually more occupied with food than conversation, and the pattern of his movements sounded different. But that was a passing concern.)

The knock at the door came sooner than expected, but then again, this wasn't Kakashi. And even Kakashi had broken pattern here.

Sasuke paused to take a slow breath and steady himself. His former teacher was one thing; Jiraiya was a stranger, and whatever Sasuke could feel balling up in his chest and throat (something like a scream, frustration and pain and anger and --) absolutely had to be suppressed. There was no room for emotion here, no room for anything but facts and a decision that Sasuke was going to have to make and live by, in an enclosed space with members of the same village that had betrayed his family and his brother and lied to him.

He wound Itachi's necklace into several small circles and tucked it into his pocket before answering the knock.

"I'm here."

M54

[otnemememento.livejournal.com]

Leonard eyed the journal in his hands, the diagram taped in the back of his closet, and the notes spilling from the journal's pages. It's a lot to take in. Even if it is my writing and my notes, it's all so hard to believe. He closed the book, still sitting on the bed. Waking from a nap was always hard- It seems like I forget more when I sleep. It's disorienting. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to it.

His eyes shifted to the door. All right. Better get moving. I don't know how much time I have. He rose, collected a few things, and hurried out the door.

From M52

[flashyaudacity]

Kaito was determined to get something--anything--done tonight, and to do it completely independently from the History Club. He needed to; he'd gotten too attached too fast, and he needed to sever the ties enough that he wouldn't regret leaving if he had to. He needed to start getting things done when he acted on his own.

His destination: upstairs, the room on his maps that had been labeled as having patient possessions. He headed out of the room, giving a nod to Aidou as he left, and headed for the main halls.

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M59

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/730449.html?thread=60846673#t60847697).]

Edgeworth's roommate was still gone for the night, but since he was new, he didn't figure on him having anything they could use for their current purposes. Instead, he turned towards the closet, using the rapier to cut a few t-shirts into bandages. "We'll get those secured as much as possible - do you think one of us needs to make another run upstairs, or...?"

Re: M59

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

This kind of thing wasn't Phoenix's forte. He wasn't any kind of doctor; heck, he'd never even been a Boy Scout. He knew the kind of common-sense first aid you figured out from your parents and television, with a sprinkling of the specialized knowledge that came from years of studying and arguing murder cases - mostly a sizable mental catalog of what kind of damage it took to kill a person and how fast that happened.

Edgeworth sounded like he was ripping up cloth, and took the moment to dig out his flashlight after he'd put the kid down on one of the beds, bracing it between his jaw and his shoulder as he picked inexpertly at the largest patch of blood darkening his gray shirt. He gave a low noise as the hole-speckled shirt peeled away from a wide, shallow gash, too ragged to have been inflicted by a bladed weapon. He looked up at the next spot quickly - or tried to. Whatever was bleeding was soaking through a wad of gauze, and Phoenix was willing to bet that there was a mess of torn-out stitches under it.

"I think that should hold us," he replied to Edgeworth, pressing the shirt back down over the first wound and holding it there hard. "It looks like a bullet graze on his side and . . . I can't tell, something bandaged he tore open on his shoulder." He was also visibly beaten-up, a mottled mess that would be black and blue by tomorrow morning, but that wasn't something they could do anything about.