Nightshift 49: West Wing, South Hall 2-B

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

[from here]

The hallway was empty, but Depth Charge was used to that by now. This place seemed to have a thing for drama, and what could be more dramatic than footsteps echoing in a long, bare, dark hallway?

Checking briefly over his shoulder to make sure Hime was still following him (like Pit he was going to lose sight of her around here, not with his track record), he bypassed the first door and stopped in front of the door to the sleep trial hallway. "Not broken down yet," he commented, giving the door a little experimental push with his shoulder. As expected it didn't budge, but it gave the same old satisfactory creak that indicated it could be easily broken down. "Congratulations. We're the first here tonight." The first ones not strapped down, at least.

Obviously, expecting the princess herself to do any manual labour was out of the question. Dropping his flashlight expectantly in the general direction of Hime's hands so that he at least had one hand free, he stood back, gripped the crowbar in both hands and swung it at the lock so that it made that satisfying little chipping sound he was so used to hearing around here. A few solid hits and the lock would free up, good as gold.

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[chainsaw-royal.livejournal.com]

Had Hime known of Depth Charges previous responsibilities, she might have made some quip about how convenient this was for him. As it was, she simply led the way. It didn't seem many patients were here yet, though it sounded as if more were coming from behind. The locked door confirmed this.

"We get whatever lies in ambush all to ourselves," she said dryly. While she did want to see something more than just the same old halls, the idea of playing monster-bait wasn't exactly appealing to her. No pleasing her, really.

She waited while Depth Charge broke down the lock - it only stood to reason he took care of it. He was the bigger and stronger of the pair and, more importantly, had a crowbar. Hime's wooden bat was likely to take as much damage as the door if she did it.

Once lock snapped inside the door, Hime strode forwards, opening the door as if it had been unlocked for her all this time and stepping forth into the darkness.

[Getting Portal Roll]

[contentincloset.livejournal.com]

"Here," he said coming to the door on the side of the hallway. He nodded Tsubaki towards it before looking to Fai. "You want not obvious, then fine. We'll look for a way up over here."

In the two times that Kurogane had been over this way, he had never been able to actually explore. Just fumble around from drugs or lack of light. If they were already there, and well prepared, then it was better to at least give the place a look through. And see whether there really were any of those trials happening.

[kingside]

[From here.]

Zero swept past the first door on the left and stopped just before the second, waiting for N-1 and N-2 to join him. From the looks of it, someone had already broken the lock, and while that meant less effort for his group, it made his stomach twist guiltily. He should have been here first. He shouldn't have spent so much time talking to the thugs he'd brought along with him, should have ran instead of walked-- anything! But he was here now, and Nunnally--

"N-1," he called over his shoulder, taking what little comfort he could in the familiar echo of his altered voice. "If you would be so kind..." Hurry up and go in first so that I can know it's safe. It was his own damn fault for pulling ahead like that, sure, but that didn't mean he had to acknowledge it.

[herr-inspektor.livejournal.com]

The panic subsided a little as that door passed him by at what seemed like a blur. There. It was an irrational fear, anyway, of course it was: being near the room was inevitable in this part of the second floor and, at any rate, he was the one in the driving seat tonight. Yes. That moment had almost verged on embarrassing- there was no basis in such illogical feeling. All it did was delay them further.

"What did you decide between you?" Lunge asked, before that same old conversational rhythm could miss a beat. Hopefully, all L would notice was that his pace had momentarily picked up. There were other patients in both corridors, and he adjusted his volume accordingly.

[hes-deadjim.livejournal.com]

McCoy grumbled but didn't argue the matter. Spock knew what he meant. Whether it was crude to his Vulcan ears or not, McCoy thought it sounded highly appropriate. Did the man really want to start discussing the proper descriptive terms out here in the hallway and while they were on a mission?

The doctor had seen him settle on less to argue about. It didn't help that over half the time McCoy was prodding and provoking him every chance he got.

"I think it's fitting," McCoy said. He continued. "I haven't noticed a specific criteria they're going by when they select for experiments, have you?" he asked. Jim had clearly been singled out, his 'story' tailored for him. He didn't think they were going to just up and announce their criteria, but maybe Spock had noticed something he'd overlooked. Maybe it would help them figure out what was going on with them. Of course, it'd help to know exactly what these people were looking for or what they were trying to accomplish in the first place. They could conjecture all they want, but it was still just conjecture.

With any luck, maybe they could find this roommate of his before it was too late. Or maybe those experiments wouldn't involve that. The two alternatives he'd seen hadn't looked much better though.

Spock was turning towards the hallway that branched off. He understood that well enough. Spock didn't have to say anything, the doctor was already moving to follow that flashlight beam pointing down that hall. A row of doors on either side of the hallway stretched downwards, ending in another door at the end.

McCoy tried the first door, the one marked "Nurse's Station". It didn't give.

[tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/890326.html?thread=69499094#t69499094)]

Recluse moved ahead of Agatha as they entered the hall, partly to lead the way and mostly to obscure more of the glow from that damned flashlight. Humans were so utterly useless in the dark.

"It's through that door," Recluse pointed towards it. For all the good it would do Agatha, now he was likely going to have to deal with either waiting for some girl to get tossed out of one of the rooms, or wait for Agatha to do something kind to said girl. He really didn't have the patience for either, but he could pretend, however much it grated on his already frayed nerves.

[mitase.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/890326.html?thread=69605590#t69605590)]

And here they were! Hanatarou paused, looking a little uncertainly at the door that was already hanging open. It seemed that someone had already gone through this way, which was a good sign that they were in the right place. So... hopefully they actually were.

He glanced up at his companions and gestured toward the doorway. "This should be it," he said, keeping his voice hushed in case anything was lurking in the darkness nearby. "Looks like someone already opened the door for us?"

[fourstonewalls]

[from  here]

The next hall was empty, but the door was open.  At the very least, Agatha and her partner should have made it up.  Likely some or all of L'Inspecteur's makeshift department had also taken the intercom broadcast as a call to duty.  There were no signs of a struggle beyond the broken door; so far, everything was proceeding smoothly.

Lana inclined her head at the dark entrance -- funny that there was no light at all beyond the crisp circle of her flashlight, but perhaps the bend in the hall was catching it all.