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damned_institute2010-07-09 05:42 pm
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NIGHT 50: F21-F30 HALLWAY
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Once finished with her dinner Nunnally had reached into her desk drawer in search of her journal, thinking to make some notes while she had nothing more to do than wait for the approach of night (for that was all she had to wait for, certainly-- they wouldn't return again tonight... would they?). Though the journal was there, she found something else that she hadn't expected: a plain silver ring, set with a red stone. It quite willingly distracted from her original purpose and worries, and she drew the ring out instead and turned it over in her hands, curiously examining it for any kind of mark or identifying engraving, but found none.
It seemed a peculiar thing to her, as everything else in the drawers served some kind of known purpose-- pens for writing made sense, as did a notebook for writing in, but what use would a supposed mental patient have for a ring? She tried it on and found that it fit, so apparently it was meant for her, though she'd no idea why. Well. As with all unexpected gifts from a place such as this, perhaps she should be wary of it? Though what a ring could do, she'd no idea.
When the intercom announcement came her curiosity only increased further, but so did her concerns. The last place she'd been the night before? The memory flashed before her eyes all unwilling, and she shuddered lightly before firmly placing the ring on the surface of her desk. Lelouch was sure to stop by her room as soon as he could, and perhaps this would make more sense to him.
Once finished with her dinner Nunnally had reached into her desk drawer in search of her journal, thinking to make some notes while she had nothing more to do than wait for the approach of night (for that was all she had to wait for, certainly-- they wouldn't return again tonight... would they?). Though the journal was there, she found something else that she hadn't expected: a plain silver ring, set with a red stone. It quite willingly distracted from her original purpose and worries, and she drew the ring out instead and turned it over in her hands, curiously examining it for any kind of mark or identifying engraving, but found none.
It seemed a peculiar thing to her, as everything else in the drawers served some kind of known purpose-- pens for writing made sense, as did a notebook for writing in, but what use would a supposed mental patient have for a ring? She tried it on and found that it fit, so apparently it was meant for her, though she'd no idea why. Well. As with all unexpected gifts from a place such as this, perhaps she should be wary of it? Though what a ring could do, she'd no idea.
When the intercom announcement came her curiosity only increased further, but so did her concerns. The last place she'd been the night before? The memory flashed before her eyes all unwilling, and she shuddered lightly before firmly placing the ring on the surface of her desk. Lelouch was sure to stop by her room as soon as he could, and perhaps this would make more sense to him.
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Then there was Morgan. Goodness knew if the hunter had gotten it, she might have already smashed the thing and made for the quarry in the hopes of high-tailing it to freedom. But no, Elaine corrected after that initial cynicism; even Morgan wouldn't be that impulsive. With the importance she placed on sharp objects, Elaine doubted Morgan would go far without first obtaining a weapon from Leon. If Morgan had the ring, there would be little worry of the hunter ditching out, Elaine assured herself.
There wasn't much to prepare before leaving: pillowcase sack tucked into her pocket, torch in hand, closet rod over one shoulder, boots on her feet to aid with busting metal off the walls, and speaker box clipped to her waistband. After bidding good night to Leela, Elaine quickly made her way out to the next hallway.
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Her sinuses were adequately decongested by the time the next nightshift rolled around and Erika was out, pillowcase in one hand and the flashlight in another. She missed something yesterday, and apparently she had also missed a vital clue. Still, all hope wasn't lost - all the detective had to do was find someone who had the item the Head Doctor was talking about in his announcement. And then!
"It will take more than an illness to keep Furudo Erika from investigating," The girl smugly told the halls, as if they were listening, before perching in front of her door. Now, it was just time to wait until the next person vacated their room.
[ creepily waiting for Leela? ]
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Unlike the night before, she gave the door a suspicious look before opening it, as if it might be guilty of false advertising, just sitting there, looking like a door that led to the hall it was supposed to. She heard someone talking out there, and she didn't think the doors here were that crafty, so out she went.
Her normal hall, good. There was a girl with blue hair apparently waiting for someone, and while Leela realized that, just as the place wasn't going to go all physics-defying every night, not everyone here with funny-colored hair had origins as... interesting as her own, her track record with said people was pretty good so far.
"Hi," she said. "Are you from a place where blue hair's natural?"
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"That would depend, but generally speaking, my hair color is not natural where I should be from," Erika noted with a hint of pride in her voice as she swept back one of her blue pigtails. She was quite proud of having the right to have hair that shared the same lovely shade as Bernkastel's and never passed up the chance to brag about it.
She made no effort to clarify her strange answer though, preferring to stay on topic. That was, the events of last night and the strange object that a few patients were supposed to possess.
"Now, if I may ask a question: were you around for the events of last night?"
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"Yes, I was here. Yesterday was my first day, actually. Talk about a rude awakening." She decided it wouldn't be wise to go into detail about just how rude with a total stranger, funky hair or not. Hi, I look human, but I'm really a mutant from the future; you kind of couldn't use that one whenever you felt like it. You had to be pretty sure the other person would be okay with it first.
"I'm Leela, by the way." She felt the stirrings of righteous indignation over the fact that there were so many young people here. Kids were supposed to be out there being kids, free and pimply and awkward. Not kidnapped and stuck in a phony insane asylum that made the Orphanarium look like paradise. At least owls and malnutrition had been the most they'd had to worry about there.
"Are you brand-new?"
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Amaterasu was cautious as she crossed the threshold of her room and stepped out into the dark hallway. She glanced left and right, ears open to detect the sounds of any nurses or staff members that might apprehend her. When she felt safe enough, the goddess lifted the map Takashi had drawn and peered closely at it.
It was hard to see without much light, but she managed to spot Room F30, which she stood outside of now. Mori's room was M60 and Ammy suddenly realized it would take a bit of navigating to get there. She glanced ahead, made note of her surroundings and then moved into the main hallway.
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Another thing well-known was the feel of an Eva starting, the flash of reality shifting and nerves connecting. That, too, had been familiar, well-known, and yet she woke here. Moved through the motions here. And nowhere was the call of Unit 00. Though she had ears to hear, only silence came.
All this was passed over and released. The door opened at her touch.
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F25
The ring the Head Lunatic described wasn't in her possession (as a quick check of her drawers revealed) so she set that out of mind. Was she interested in it? Oh, yes, she was. Would she interrogate the others about it? Most certainly. But right now, that wasn't her main case. Right now, it was dusting the baseball bat which she had now lying on her desk with the fingerprint powder she'd made the other night.
Taking a deep breath, Franziska opened the container of powder and carefully began to dust it over the entirety of the baseball bat. Too much powder and it would fill in the ridges of any fingerprints left, too little and nothing would stand out. She'd seen the detectives and CSI teams do this a million times, though, so taking matters into her own hands was no problem. Or so she hoped. It took all of her concentration to ensure the powder was distributed perfectly and then she had to start the process of dusting. Rather than use a brush (since she didn't really have an adequate one), Franziska chose to carefully blow the powder off.
As expected, the handle of the bat was covered in prints and therefore useless. There were so many fingerprints laced on top of each other that even a full CSI team probably wouldn't be able to make heads or tails of it. The body of the bat had nothing of note except a few stray ones here or there where someone must have tapped it against the palm of their hand. Upon checking those prints against the prints she took from her father, it was clear they didn't match. Which meant there was only one spot left. Turning her eyes to the knob at the end of the handle, Franziska closed her eyes and silently prayed she wouldn't find anything before proceeding.
It only took a moment, but it felt like forever as the dust began to collect and show defined ridges along the end of the handle. A palm print on the knob and fingerprints underneath it - they were faint, but they were there. Franziska pulled out her father's prints and held them close to match.
And then she gathered everything up - carefully wrapping the bat in the cloth again, putting her notes and the printed paper into her journal, grabbing the flashlight and switching it off - before she headed out the door. She had a trial to attend to and now she had the perfect case.
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Outside F28
Lana walked up to the door and rapped twice, the same quick rat-tat she would use as a first warning to an oversleeping younger sister. It likely would wake her if she'd fallen asleep, but that was an unavoidable risk. Lana had no intention of waiting out here all night with only her radio for company.
Perhaps they could find somewhere less dangerous to talk, whether that was Ema's room or somewhere nearby. The investigation was not, for once, on an abbreviated schedule; they could wait a day. Sit down and talk about...something. Anything. Scientific investigation, if Ema had her way, and Lana could afford to let her. The investigation itself could wait until morning.
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The reason for the rush, of course, was the fact that Agatha had been taken just after dinner. Agatha had gone after her, and Ema was prepared to return the favor. With any luck, the doorways would function like actual doorways so she could actually make progress. She just needed to find Lana and appeal to her for help, since Ema wasn't quite reckless enough to run blindly into the night, and then she would be ready to start the rescue properly.
In her rush, Ema almost ran Lana down when she opened the door and started to exit. How convenient!
"Lana, we have to hurry! They have Agatha!" Ema started to maneuver around her sister, assuming that those eight words were explanation enough.
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"W-wait! Hold it! Took Agatha where? When?" She reached out and grabbed a handful of Ema's T-shirt, trying to avoid anything that would exacerbate already-sensitive nerves (in more than one sense), but whether or not she stopped voluntarily, she was going to stop.
Tonight wasn't another experimentation night, which meant Agatha had been brainwashed into attacking her fellow patients. What, exactly, one teenage girl could do intentionally against armed, grown adults was unclear, but that she wouldn't hesitate to try was. Ema was right to be concerned. "Do you have any idea where they were taking her?"
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Rounding on her sister in what strongly resembled a panic, Ema shouted, "Right after dinner! They came in and took her, just like they did to me!" Honestly, why was Lana wasting time making her answer obvious questions? What other opportunity was there to take Agatha away to this "special counseling"? "I don't know where she is, just that she's gone and we have to go find her. She came after me..." Her voice trailed off briefly at the reminder of her own experience at the hands of Landel's men, but she quickly forced herself to rally. This was about Agatha. "Have you heard anything about special counseling before now?"
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Aigis was not yet ready to step outside her room. She felt compelled to take care of a few things, so she opened up her journal and aimed her flashlight upon it. Taking her pen in hand, she set out to create a new entry. She wanted to be organized about this. Although she did not have any direct orders, the least she could do was set up some temporary objectives until Minato was ready to call her to action.
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Placing her picture now in the folds of her notebook between the pages of her newest journal entry (http://no-dont-go.livejournal.com/2977.html), she retrieved her flashlight and then the baseball bat from the closet. Taking a deep breath, Aigis stepped out her door.
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outside F23
Someone had decided to turn the main F-A block hall into a training ground. Though he questioned the safety in something like that, what with other patients coming and going through these halls throughout the night, it was probably safer here than in somewhere else in the Institute that might have more space. It was an odd choice of weapon, though, and curious. He hadn't thought many others aside from Yuffie used shuriken that big. In any case, he had more important things to worry about.
There were a couple women in F28, and from their conversation Cloud doubted Aerith was among them, so he left them be. The other rooms revealed nothing as they checked each in turn. F23 was next, and the blond stopped to knock gently on the door. It seemed like this one might be occupied, and while the thought made him hopeful, his optimism only went so far. "Hello?" he asked, keeping his voice low. "Anyone there? We're just looking for a friend of ours."
It looked like there were more patients in this hall overall than the last, though that was probably due to the numbers. There simply were patients in all of the rooms in the end hall.
F23
The sound of a knock on the door made her heart jump, but the voice that followed wasn't familiar at all. Not her brother, then, but who could it be? After a brief pause to consider Nunnally pushed away her journal and rose, once more marveling at the fact that she could do so, and moved to the door with her flashlight. There wasn't anything dangerous about someone looking for a friend, was there? Lelouch likely wouldn't agree, but he wasn't here at the moment.
"Your friend?" she asked, as she opened the door partway, blinking curiously at the man with the spiky blond hair. "Who are you looking for?" Perhaps she could even help.
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Zack almost wanted to hope that she had suddenly decided to avoid them for some reason, since that would be better than the prospect of not seeing her again. Still, he wasn't going to get ahead of himself, as they still had three other hallways to check.
On the way to the second, Zack had caught sight of none other than Taura. He'd been quick to wave upon spotting her, but they didn't really have the time to chat at the moment, and it would have been a lot to explain to Cloud. So Zack left it at that, though not without noticing the weapon the tall woman had been holding. Zack was glad that Cissnei's shuriken wasn't going to waste now that she was gone, but it was still a hard sight to see.
He followed Cloud into the next hall, but all they saw were empty rooms and all they heard were unrelated conversations. However, then they reached one toward the end of the hall who housed someone who wasn't gone or busy. Zack pulled up behind Cloud as the girl opened the door, taking in her small frame with some surprise. She didn't really look like she belonged here.
"Her name is Aerith," Zack said. "She's about this high," his hand shot out to cut through the air, "she's got long brown hair, and she usually wears a pink ribbon in it. Have you ever talked to her or seen her around in these hallways?" If they could even narrow it down to one hallway, that would be a huge help.
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It was a good thing she was staying in her room where it was safe. He might have given in before, but if this girl asked to come along with them, he'd have none of it. He'd block the door with the largest object he could find. "Are you waiting on someone? You don't plan on leaving, do you?"
Perhaps he spoke too quickly, sounded a little too demanding, but even with an escort she was in no position to be fighting off anything. Everyone's abilities were weakened here, and there was no way her safety could be guaranteed. (Especially not if the Institute decided to go tossing them through random entryways again.)
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"And yes, it's likely you'll recognize the monsters when you see them. Still, I've been making an effort to include their weak points and proven ways to defeat them in my notes. It'll be worth looking at when you have the chance." Perhaps he could lend his notebook to Suzaku tomorrow, in fact, assuming he didn't need it for anything else then. It was entirely possible that he would, but if not... well, perhaps he could simply hold off for until next nightshift and deliver it to him then?
Unfortunately, Lelouch soon pushed those thoughts aside in favor of walking faster, intent upon reaching the door to his sister's room. "There are other things you should know, of course, but for now, we can set them aside," he said over his shoulder, sparing Suzaku only the shortest of glances before knocking at Nunnally's door. "Just... try not to be alarmed if something unexpected happen. I'll fill you in on the details tomorrow if I can." That was probably one of the most oblique ways ever that he could have references Nunnally's newly acquired Geass, but he was far too preoccupied to care. There were too many new factors to consider right now, and he didn't even have time to do so with all of the old ones still demanding his attention.
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“This is going to be a long night, isn’t it? At least things will start to make sense tomorrow.” Time travel, interdimensional travel, monsters…whatever else the institute had in store for him, couldn’t be that much of a shock. As Lelouch knocked on the door, he turned around and kept a watch out. He hadn’t read the book yet, but he could probably hold off whatever came after the two of them until Lelouch could look up the weak spot. Knowing Lelouch, he probably had most of the weak spots memorized by now.
As he waited, he stole a glance over his shoulder. It was bad enough that the two of them were here, but knowing that Nunnally was here ate at him. What if something jumped out and attacked her before they could get to her? He doubted the institute allowed her to have her wheelchair from back home. It wouldn’t surprise him if she was given one that barely worked. His eyes narrowed slightly as he thought about what he’d do to the Head Doctor whenever he ran into him. Then he looked ahead again.
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She'd returned to her desk and opened her journal, but so far had nothing but a blank page to show for her time. How exactly could she put everything she was thinking into words? The interruption, when it came, was more than welcome, especially since she could hear Lelouch's voice outside the door. Reassured by the evidence that he was all right, if delayed, Nunnally set her pen down on the open book and carefully rose to her feet again.
"Brother?" she asked as she opened the door, both relief and curiosity apparent in voice and expression. "Who were you talking to?" The hallway was dark, even with the light shed by flashlights; she could see someone there but couldn't make out who it was.
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