http://hes-deadjim.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] hes-deadjim.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2010-05-15 02:15 pm

Night 49: M41-50 Hallway

McCoy hadn't managed to get any sleep this time, instead spent the rest of the dinner nearly pacing with a nervous energy that seemed to to well up out of nowhere. He could feel it this time, his mind starting to drift on its own, back to those half-remembered thoughts earlier in the day, the ones that had had involved Chekov, Sulu. He couldn't remember the full details, he might as well have attempted to go catching smoke for all the good trying did, but it had something to do with their promotions. Sometimes Jim drifted in there, carrying some scars he didn't remember him having, and for some reason, the thought of him prompted a sense of wariness that shouldn't have been there.

He resisted actually pacing. He'd settled for lying on the bed and trying to get some rest. It was the sensible thing to do, because who knew how many hours they were actually getting of rest here? Humans needed a certain amount. He wasn't any different. And getting a few hour's shut-eye might be just the thing for the way he'd drifted off today and just now.

McCoy found himself instead staring at the ceiling, hands folded over his chest. There was that strange sensation that his limbs weren't quite long enough, his body temperature too low even though McCoy knew it was perfectly fine for a human. The room felt overly small, growing warmer by the minute...

The doctor was on his feet the moment the intercom sounded, relief flooding through him. He couldn't say he liked the sound of changes when it came to the Head Doctor. But to get out of this room and get his mind on work, instead of allowing it free reign to wander? An idle mind was a devil's workshop, something he'd learned in his youth.

He gathered his things quickly and stepped out into the hallway.

[to here]

M41

[identity profile] cmdr-exposition.livejournal.com 2010-05-16 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Creaking and scratching? Hayes supposed that was one way of putting it, if completeness wasn't a priority. But worrying about the loudspeaker wasn't his priority, he reminded himself- he needed to look for the Captain, that was a situation he might actually be able to improve. So, after looking over what passed for his gear one more time, he set off along the hallway.

He moved more slowly now than before, taking a good look at everyone he saw and a quick peek through any doors that were open.

[identity profile] cmdr-exposition.livejournal.com 2010-05-16 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
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[personal profile] anemptydecapo 2010-05-16 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
It wasn't a quiet dinner, but it was definitely an awkward one. Venom was used to defusing situations before they grew out of hand. He'd been trained in that regard for years, yet somehow that training was completely useless in the face of a man that... off. Maybe he was losing his touch, he didn't know. So it was with a rush that he redressed into his suit and claimed the pillowcase from the night before, carefully holding it and its disgusting contents (it had probably coagulated over time by now. He supposed he should feel bad about that. He didn't) in one hand while the other held the makeshift cue.

He didn't have any time to ponder about the mental age of his roommate. He needed to deliver the blood to Edward and get the information he required or all of his effort was in vain. It was not going to be.

As he walked through the darkness, the doctor's words wandered through his mind, no longer ignored in favor of getting ready for the night. Visitors...?

The thought stung as much as it did amuse. A visitor? Who would visit him?

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Edited 2010-05-16 21:00 (UTC)

M42

[identity profile] scalyfishman.livejournal.com 2010-05-16 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
If Martin Landel thought some spooky, vaguely-ominous-sounding threats were going to keep Depth Charge on the edge of his seat, that guy had another thing coming. Admittedly the note about visitors chafed a little- seeing Cheetor and Optimus again (in the loosest possible sense of 'seeing') had managed to get him, even just a little- but he didn't stop to mull over the details of the intercom message for longer than a few moments. The longer you spent trying to figure that scrap out, the crazier this place made you.

Alright. Crowbar: check. Flashlight: check (although if he wasn't careful he was going to run out of batteries pretty soon). He wouldn't need a map tonight, seeing how he pretty much had a fair idea of the layout on the second floor by now, but it was worth having one in his back pocket just in case, along with his back-up shears. Primus, by Institute standards he was a walking arms factory.

Nodding briefly to the Scarecrow and giving him the usual 'don't-do-anything-I-would-do' look, Depth Charge opened the door and slipped out into the hallway with a click of his flashlight.

scarefaux: ([puzzling])

Re: M42

[personal profile] scarefaux 2010-05-17 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
As with the previous two evenings, the Scarecrow waited for Depth Charge to head out before readying himself. After giving his roommate a reassuring look that he wouldn't do anything dangerous and wishing him safe travels, the Scarecrow got to work. Wherever he was headed that night, he would need his flashlight.

A metal chink came from the drawer as he opened it- the knife Depth Charge had given him the night before slid along the bottom, rolling against his light. The Scarecrow took it in hand, wondering if he should carry it. His roommate had just given him the stay-out-of-trouble look not a minute before and encouraged he defend himself, should it come to it. On the other hand, he wasn't sure he knew how to use it effectively, aside from eating. Even then, his skills were questionable at best.

Returning the blade to the drawer, the strawman grabbed his flashlight and left quickly. If he was going to accomplish anything, he'd have to get moving.

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Edited 2010-05-17 07:44 (UTC)
hat_einen_vogel: (Prussia triumphant)

From M49

[personal profile] hat_einen_vogel 2010-05-16 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
By the time the doors unlocked with a second announcement, Prussia wasn't any happier about having a roommate than he'd been when he first found out, but at least it looked like he and Venom would be able to have an understanding. And at least it hadn't been someone he couldn't stand, like Austria. If Austria were here and he'd been forced to room with the sissy... Well, it wouldn't have been pretty.

He headed out a few minutes after Venom had, having first taken a moment to pick over the remains of his dinner first. He contemplated changing into the boots in his closet again or grabbing the coat, as well; the weather outside would be ideal for covering an escape, but it could also make unfamiliar terrain more hazardous than it may have been otherwise. Between his past attempts to get out and what Dr. Jones had said about it, maybe sticking inside tonight would be a good idea. All he'd have to do was find the bastard behind bringing him here and beat the shit out of him.

With that in mind, Prussia grabbed his torch and headed out.

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Edited 2010-05-16 22:39 (UTC)

M47

[identity profile] byname-bynature.livejournal.com 2010-05-16 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Artemis realized with a certain amount of disappointment that there was virtually no way that he could get his usual clothes on without lifting his arm. He was starting to miss his suit, to be honest. Watching it hang in his closet going unworn was like watching his old self sit in the closet and glare at him. Which was a disturbing throwback to the day he spent as Sean, staring at himself.

"Tonight I was hoping we would be able to go over the wall and attempt to rid myself of some of this magic," Artemis said, getting his sword with his good arm. Though how he was going to use it was another question entirely. "While I'm still refreshed from last night's silence."

Re: M47

[identity profile] faithful-frost.livejournal.com 2010-05-21 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
Haku finished gathering his own meager supplies and bowed his head. "That sounds doable," he offered. "Will it just be us or did you have help in mind?"

Since Haku was sure that Artemis would rather have help than put it all on Haku's shoudlers, even though he knew he was quite capable.

Re: M47

[identity profile] byname-bynature.livejournal.com 2010-05-21 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Sai offered his help," Artemis said. "He noticed I was acting... off, the other day, and offered to help in any way he could. I mentioned my desire to return my magic to nature--where it was intended to be--and he agreed to partake in the escort detail. Which of course includes you," he finished with a smile.

A roll of thunder punctuated his sentence, and Artemis frowned a little at the ceiling. "Apparently we're going to be getting wet."

Re: M47

[identity profile] faithful-frost.livejournal.com 2010-05-21 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
Smiling slightly, Haku nodded. "The rain can be a good thing," he said. He was glad that it would be Sai tonight instead of one of ... well, someone that Haku didn't trust completly.

"If you're ready, I'll be following you."

Re: M47

[identity profile] byname-bynature.livejournal.com 2010-05-21 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Artemis nodded. "Let's go then. Perhaps the rain will pick up later in the night, we should get moving as soon as is possible."

Acorns tucked carefully into his pocket (just in case he could reverse the process with an acorn as much as he could gain magic from one), he opened the door with his good arm and set out with Haku at his side.

(To here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/885357.html?thread=69458797#t69458797))
dualistic: (make you comprehend.)

[personal profile] dualistic 2010-05-17 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
Even though Harvey had managed to get a decent amount of information out of Lunge about the experimentation he'd been put through, that didn't mean that he had any better idea of what to do with his night. The only thing he could say for certain was that he wasn't going to stay in. Sleep was hard to manage on a good day, and no day at Landel's counted as good.

The past few nights he'd wandered out and run into people, so he could always fall back on that. He liked to have things worked out in advance, but that had become more difficult with Jason's disappearance. He was pretty sure he could classify it as such at this point, and... honestly, he was pissed. What the hell had that kid allowed to happen to him? He'd just disappeared without giving Harvey any useful information?

If Jason ever did resurface, he was really going to get it. Harvey wasn't interested in playing around anymore.

That was all a moot point now, though. Having collected his flashlight and metal pipe while the announcements were going on, Harvey was ready by the time the lights went out. He had those syringes and scalpels, too, but he didn't think he'd have much need for them on a random outing. So with that all taken care of, he grabbed lastly for his maps and then nodded to his roommate. Lunge didn't need his pity, and so he said nothing about the sleep studies before taking his leave.
dualistic: (make you comprehend.)

[personal profile] dualistic 2010-05-17 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
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M44

[identity profile] gamingsostfu.livejournal.com 2010-05-17 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
All Matt could really think when he heard the lock on the door click was Gotta get out, gotta get the fuck out. Seeing the suits come in and just take Claude was freaky enough, and he didn't want them to come back for him this time; yanking the door open, Matt tried to get his head cleared as he looked around a little. The hallway seemed so much different from before, now that the lights were out. Clicking on his flashlight, he shined it down to the left, then to the right.

Well, if he went left, he hit a wall, so Matt figured that going right was his only bet at this point. Once he made it out of this maze of patient rooms, it would be simple for him to locate the front door.

He goes right, watching out for any boogeymen in the darkness.
Edited 2010-05-17 00:37 (UTC)

M45

[identity profile] noifsandsorbubs.livejournal.com 2010-05-17 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
This was one of those hated moments: where was Cyclops when you actually needed him? No two ways about it, he was good at prioritizing, and Logan had a goddamn smorgasbord of options in front of him. Go find Kurt and roommate and help look for chemical storage; go find Pete just because, go back to the basement and take a chance against the thing living under the freezer; go look for Cap - no one objective seemed more important than the others, with the exception of the basement, which was just a stupid idea alone. Given the size of the place, it wasn't too likely that actively looking for anything would help him find it.

Logan grabbed his flashlight and headed out into the hall. The caf had had two doors besides the entrance and the one to the kitchen, and he had a vague interest in what was behind them.

[identity profile] bitpartgod.livejournal.com 2010-05-18 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
Was his roommate gone? Definitely? He was all alone? Right. Deep breath. Then:

Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodnesss-

He'd tried so hard all day! There wasn’t an inch of Doyleton Kibitoshin hadn’t scoured, not a single building he’d left unsearched, not one stone he’d not turned, and still, still he couldn’t find either Trunks or Dahlia. He’d even spent most of the trip wriggling around in his seat trying to get a better look at everyone else on the bus, and even on the buses he could just about see outside of his window. There was a chance they’d been left back at the Institute, yes, but… but…

This was hopeless. He didn’t have their fake names, so he couldn’t even ask his nurse about them. Why couldn’t he have been more organised, or better prepared, or-- or anything like that, like Haseo had told him to be? How had he managed to let them both slip away from him? Even worse, what kind of a guardian did that make him?

He slunk back down into his seat, staring dejectedly down at his desk. It was night, but the thought of going out all by himself was just unbearable. Goodness only knew, if he couldn’t even take care of two people, his own chances must have been pretty pathetic. But at the same time, the thought of sitting around all night was even worse. Somehow, he hadn't quite realised just how lonely it would be, all by himself. How did Franziska do it, night after night?

W-well... even if he was probably the worst guardian in the entire universe, he still had to do something. Even if it meant just getting in someone else's way or being a burden. There had to be something he was good at. Didn't there?

screwthegods: (So very disappointed)

[personal profile] screwthegods 2010-05-18 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
If he hadn't mentioned the visitors, Homura might have ignored the intercom completely. Yet the implication that some of them might be subjected to the horrors of the prison at night made Homura pause mid-preparation, giving a useless glare to the source of the voice. At this stage, the demi-god truly would put nothing past Martin Landel; whatever his ultimate goal, there seemed to be no method he wouldn't use to achieve it. It was a philosophy Homura generally agreed with, yet the actual events that had taken place over the course of time would ensure Landel's death when Homura finally had the opportunity, even before that threat.

Rinrei, in the Institute's walls. Whether she was brought as herself or as Lily, Homura felt true fear thinking of her facing some of the horrors he'd encountered--much less the Institute's experimentation.

It was all the more reason to move quickly. Homura had changed into his clothes almost immediately on his return, and gathered the few items he'd carry with him into the night: his sword, his light, and his radio. Yet depending on what happened, Homura already suspected that he might not be able to follow any clues that might be broadcast. If Rinrei was present, he'd keep her from harm, even at the risk of missing a piece of information. And even if she wasn't, there was still Okita to consider. Homura hadn't been able to fully share Heiji's store, meaning the man likely still wanted blood. Without knowing Sai's room number, however, Homura could only hope to catch Okita before he made it too far. Though there were only a few halls between them, Homura couldn't count on the proximity when dealing with his friend, which was why he hurried from the room shortly after the doors had opened.

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Edited 2010-05-18 22:15 (UTC)

M45

[identity profile] simplemechanics.livejournal.com 2010-05-19 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Reeve had to focus to keep his unease at bay. If he let it take control of him, he'd have lost already. Really, it was lucky that the doors had been unlocked, and yet all it did was leave him full of questions. His roommate left casually, and although Reeve could assume that any odd reactions or stories were a result of whatever mental problems the man suffered from, he seemed lucid. He was certainly sane enough that Reeve would have thought a suddenly unlocked door deserved more fanfare. The guards would stop him soon, and Reeve would hopefully be able to take the opportunity to run. It was a sloppy plan, but it was the best he could do.

He took the radio, the flashlight, journals, pens. There was a coat in the closet, and after making a quick tear in the lining he was able to keep all of his meager supplies in the garment. He discarded the slippers for a pair of boots, but despite all of this he still felt naked. He was going to need a weapon if he intended to escape, and nothing in the room looked promising. The flashlight might help against the average civilian, but any guard would be able to put a quick stop to that.

Belatedly, Reeve noticed a lack of commotion outside. He edged towards the door, wondering where his distraction had gone. Instead of finding his roommate being dragged back to him, the hallways was empty save for the murmur of people conversing. Lots of people. The power was out, and from what he could see, each individual was wearing the same uniform he was. His heart sped up with dangerous hope; whether or not someone had intervened for his sake, this was an opportunity to not be missed.

Reeve inhaled deeply. One way or another, he refused to return to Shin-Ra custody. He couldn't put AVALANCHE (whatever remained of them) at risk now, and he was a security risk if he stayed in Shin-Ra's hands. It wasn't really all that noble, considering that if he didn't escape, he was as good as dead anyway. He exited quickly before his resolve wavered.

Re: M45

[identity profile] simplemechanics.livejournal.com 2010-05-19 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/882232.html?thread=69354552#t69354552).]

[identity profile] herr-inspektor.livejournal.com 2010-05-19 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
What a surprisingly fruitful dinner. It was early days yet, very early days, but relations between himself and Dent were starting to take their first tentative steps towards reasonable. Perhaps it was the discovery of a mutual acquaintance or having a chance to get information out in the open- either way, the man was notably less hostile (relatively speaking) as he left that night, not lurking suspiciously by his desk until he left as he had before. Progress. He hadn't often had a chance to use that word here- doing so now was decidedly liberating.

But getting distracted by a single paltry victory in the evening wasn't going to get him anywhere during the night. As the lights flickered, Lunge's mind was already beginning to process the information he'd heard from Landel's last broadcast: recording it had been shaky, but after a few false starts he was almost positive he had managed to memorise the bulk of the message. The key parts, at least.

Curious how in the moment between day and night, an extra presence had been added to Landel's room. There was Landel himself, of course, and Nurse Lydia- but who was the new friend? He wasn't aware of any extra players currently involved in the Institute aside from Jill, and he was fairly certain that he would have known by now had Jill been kidnapped during his-- his night out.

Someone new, then. Someone new who was currently being held prisoner by Landel- and in some degree of pain, from the sounds of things.

Resisting the urge to go straight to Dent's bed and take his gun was simple work as he armed himself with his own decidedly less fearsome weapons: a flashlight, a knife, and his own broken memory. Time to leave, then.