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Night 47: F-A Block Hallway

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One thing Kairi couldn't help but admit was that her room now was a lot closer to the door than her old one was. It was practically a hop, skip, and a jump away! Not bad at all.

... Not that she was lazy or anything. She wasn't the lazy one of the group. Certainly not.

Either way, Kairi continued down the hallway and out the door with ease, careful to watch her step.

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"Soma," Meche greeted the girl with a smile. She kept up the spinning--it would probably still be a stretch to call her technique good, but at least she didn't have to focus so hard anymore on what she was doing that she couldn't talk. "How are you holding up after last night? Are you feeling all right?"

She hadn't been able to see how bad Soma's injuries were before they were knocked out, and the coat would be hiding any bandages she was still wearing tonight. If she'd been shot, it couldn't have been too badly, since she seemed to be moving all right, but still... Meche wondered if Soma should really be going all the way out to the ruins after that fight.

Not that saying that would be likely to change Soma's mind for a second, so Meche kept her misgivings to herself and kept twirling the spear as she waited to hear the response.

Soma kept her eyes on the spear, trying to memorize the exercises. "I'm fine. Were you injured at all last night? It was difficult to see."

She unconsciously flexed her arm, ignoring the twinge of pain that resulted. It had been a clean wound and the nurses had bandaged it in the morning; it would heal quickly, and there was no need for Meche to worry about it.

She tried to think of something else to talk about. Soma was no judge of spearwork, but Meche's movements certainly seemed a great deal more fluid than they had been before. "I guess you didn't usually use spears in your world, either."

Fine? Really? Meche had her suspicions, but it was tough to study Soma too closely with the spear rotating constantly back and forth in between them. "No, Remy and I weren't even scratched, thanks to you and the others. I think that guy Scott got the worst of it, but even he said he was doing all right." That she didn't buy at all; he'd stumbled into the cafeteria last night looking like a reaper must already be over his shoulder waiting.

It was so strange to think about them here. People did die at Landel's; she knew that. Maybe one of them was even in the building, scythe at the ready, demon waiting with the car. There could be a soul widening a freshly empty pair of eye sockets right now as her mortal coil was slit open--

Meche twirled the spear faster. She was glad she didn't know.

Soma's comment was a welcome distraction. "Not even close," Meche scoffed with a small, amused grin. "I'd barely even held a gun before I came here, much less a ridiculous weapon like this. What about you; don't they go in for wooden spears in the future?"

Scott. That would have been the loud patient about her age; it was good to hear he hadn't been injured further. It sounded as if he'd gotten the worst of it.

She turned her attention to Meche's question, offering a slight smile. "I guess not. I'm more used to guns and mobile suits. Hand-to-hand combat isn't as common as it used to be in my time."

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Turning the corner had Senna noting that once again, she was the late one to the party. This would turn into a running joke soon. The girl sighed, a hand on the sword in her sash, and walked up to the pair, smiling. "Heya. Having fun so far?"

"Mobile suits?" Meche repeated. "Something from those space battles?" It definitely sounded more like a space suit than a skirt suit.

She stopped the spear with her off-hand and had just shifted into thrusts--being sure to keep the weapon well away from Soma and anyone else passing by--when Senna came around the corner. "I think you're just in time to hear Soma predict the future," Meche answered. "Exciting times."

"Yes, that's right. Have you heard of them before?" Meche was from this time period, wasn't she? She couldn't remember how advanced space travel was in the twenty-first century. Probably basic.

She looked up as Senna approached, faint concern in her eyes. The other girl had sounded a little off on the bulletin board today, and Soma was fairly sure she knew why. Still, she offered a small smile, unwilling to bring it up now.

The grin grew wider Soma's smile, the affection well-taken, even if the concern could be read. Soma, too... The both of them, and Falis... But that wasn't for now. The whole point of tonight was keeping her mind off of it. Not thinking about all that. And also completing the mission. Right.

"The future, huh?" the girl wondered, leaning on the wall near them, eyes mischievous. "Am I in it?~" The answer was no; would always be no no matter the world, but this was something Senna was used to hiding behind smiles. There was no use being upset about being dead, not if you died for a reason. Not existing though... Not being remembered.... Well. Some things were worth crying over. Now, though. They had work to do.

In time. She mentally shrugged. She hadn't seen Soma for days, and it seemed like she had only spent a few minutes with Meche. The mission could wait a little.

The row of numbered rooms ended and opened up into a broad perpendicular hallway. Leaning past a corner of the block wall, Tifa shined her light back and forth down the new hall. Right was a wall so, since there was only one way to go, the brunette turned left, doing her best to quietly walk down the linoleum hallway in new rubber sneakers.

She kept her flashlight low so she wouldn't put anyone's eye out with the glaring light and inevitably it shone on the legs of a few other patients talking. Stepping closer with a friendly smile, Tifa hoped they were a bit more experienced in this place than she. The last thing she wanted was to spend her whole night wandering all over for some booze (that may well not even exist!).

"Excuse me, are any of you familiar with the rooms around here? I'm looking for ehhm..." What was it? "... M 51..."

Meche was picturing a space suit with jet packs. "No, I never have. Do you wear one of them, Soma?" Surprisingly, it wasn't as difficult as she might have thought to imagine Soma as an astronaut who fought with--what, laser guns? Defending a space colony? Boy, would Bibi and Pugsy ever love that story.

She was just opening her mouth to tell Senna that of course she was in the future, maybe Soma would even let her try on a spare mobile suit from her closet sometime, when a young woman with long, dark hair came up to them. Spear practice didn't strike Meche as the best way to make new friends, so she let her arms drop to her sides and stretched. She could only hope Senna and Soma were better at giving directions she was.

"I have a map you can look at," she offered, digging the worn papers out of her pocket and unfolding it so the young woman could see it. "But I'm really not the person to ask directions from. Do either of you know how to get there?"

"I pilot one," corrected Soma. "They're called mobile suits, but they're more like large robots equipped with rifles--"

Before she could elaborate or figure out how to answer Senna's question without sounding awkward, another young woman approached.

"That would be in the men's section," she said, thinking. "I've never been there, but I assume the layout of their rooms is the same as ours. I don't know how the numbers are ordered, though."

The girl's head tilted at the newcomer, smiling. Senna nodded at the two, and thought. When she had visited Hitsugaya that night... before... Er. His room had been M-twenty something, right? And when she was looking for it, the rooms only went to around forty. So this other girl would probably be looking for the next part. "Yeah," she added.

"The next hall over," she said, jerking her thumb to the side. "Has the lower number guys rooms. Probably if you keep on going down that hall, you'll find the next ones."

"Ohhh..." Tifa leaned over with her flashlight to look at the drawn map, head tilting this way and that as she tried to implant the flow of the hallway into her head, while the other two women continued their advice. "Okay..." Her head nodded occasionally as her brown eyes darted from the map to the young woman with white hair.

"Next hall over, through that door?" She pointed behind them, still keeping her eyes pinned to the map to make sure she was where she thought she was. Soo, then she just had to turn left and up. Simple. "Okay, great! Thank you..." Straightening, the young brunette smiled her gratitude and continued moving down the hall.

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Between the three of them, they just about managed to put together one decent set of directions. The young woman went on her way down the hall, and Meche folded up her set of maps and put them back in her pocket. She probably wouldn't need them again tonight, but it was nice that they'd come in handy.

"Good work, team," she said to the others. "Ready to get going?" She flashed Senna a smile intended to invite the girl to lead the way. Map or no map, Meche preferred to rely on someone who really knew where they were headed.

Soma nodded, straightening slightly and looking at Senna. "Let's go," she said, waiting for the other girl to take the lead.

Nice way to start a night. The lady seemed pleased, and Meche was right--they worked fine to paint at picture. Senna grinned at her friends. "Right."

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