NIGHT 50: F21-F30 HALLWAY

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[F23]

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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[fourstonewalls]

Ema had a point. Several, in fact, if Lana bothered to acknowledge them. They were both worried, and both seeking familiar actions. In Lana's case, reviewing the facts with the witness. In Ema's, incipient hysteria.

"She's armed, dangerous, and under the control of the staff. If we're going to help her, we have to proceed accordingly. She can and will attack us." Lana's voice was serious, and she looked Ema straight in the eye. Sometimes presuming she was a capable adult had the result that she was; if they were going to accomplish anything, she'd have to.

And Lana would need to take the questioning through a sharp bend to the the ridiculous. Again. "Do you know if she has any supernatural abilities?" Agatha had seemed fairly confident in her safety last night, but she and Ema had defended themselves only with two flashlights a few nights prior. It was a valid question.

[scientist-skye.livejournal.com]

"They brainwashed her?!" The question was completely unnecessary--what reason would Lana have to lie?--but Ema couldn't stop it from coming out anyway. This was worse than the institute taking people for experimentation. At least with the 'sleep trials,' all one was expected to do was endure. To make patients fight for the bad guys against their free will was unthinkably awful.

Ema took a minute to think about Lana's question. She needed to focus and pull herself together. "I don't think so, but she's a scientist. She's trying to make a taser out of my broken flashlight, so if the institute gives her enough time and resources, she might have a death ray or something." It was a bit of a leap, scientifically speaking, but not impossible. This place had already proven that it could manipulate time and space somehow, after all.

[fourstonewalls]

"I'm afraid so," Lana murmured, while Ema tried to collect herself. It was outrageous, but Ema was getting worked up enough for the both of them. She did manage it -- good. While Lana had some serious misgivings about either of their fitness to take on anything other than a Masterpiece Theatre marathon, this place had backed them into a corner.

There were no options other than to go on, without even a destination. "Let's hope she's not quite that much of a genius, shall we?" Lana said, raising both eyebrows. Had that been a joke? A tiny quirk at the corner of her mouth was the tipoff that it just might. A door opening just a crack, asking Ema to go with her, not just alongside her on whatever foolishness they were about to start. "We'll just have to find her before she invents something we can't handle." That, on the other hand was pure bluff -- and Ema would know it.

"Prosecutor Edgeworth's notes indicated the Sun Room and the Courtyard as being common points for an ambush at night, though he did not specify further." The basement and one of the upstairs rooms -- the animal cages, understandably -- had been listed as well, but that might be pushing it. "It would make the most logical sense to hit them in that order." And with that, she tipped her flashlight so that the light spilled further down the hallway and waited for Ema to go first.

[scientist-skye.livejournal.com]

Lana might have been joking, but Ema didn't find it terribly funny. It wasn't nice to pick on another scientist's ability, especially in a grave situation such as this. The subsequent bluff, while obviously intended for Ema's benefit, didn't help matters, either. Ema frowned at her older sister and hoped that she would just move on. Thankfully, she did.

"So we're going to the Sun Room?" That was a good place to start; Ema actually knew how to get there. "Let's go, then." The opening of the door, metaphorically speaking, did not escape Ema's notice. They were going to be working together as opposed to one tagging along with the other. She wasn't sure when she'd earned that kind of faith from her sister, but she wasn't about to argue it.

Ema added her own light to Lana's and followed the beam of light down the hallway.

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