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NIGHT 50: F21-F30 HALLWAY

[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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Elaine was disappointed to find nothing in her desk drawer at the announcement. So, someone else in their group must have gotten Landel's little trinket. Guybrush, perhaps? He was the person who had been in the Institute longest; that would make sense. Sense or not, though, the thought of Guybrush Threepwood being in possession of yet another questionable magic ring made Elaine positively cringe. Would that be better or worse than LeChuck getting his hands on it, she wondered?

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.

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/936512.html?thread=70886208#t70886208)]

Edited 2010-07-16 01:59 (UTC)

Sickness was not something Erika was used to, nor terribly fond of, which was probably why she more or less ignored her roommate's existence. While she had questions for Nunnally, it seemed like the detective had other things to investigate for tonight. Things that she missed last night, for she was "sick", and it was pretty clear that Erika didn't quite believe it herself. It seemed strange that a girl would be in so much denial over catching the common cold.

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? ]

[ From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/934064.html?thread=70889392#t70889392) ]

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.

To begin again with a goal in mind required preparations. A moment of habits, a comfort in a place unknown. Like the night before, strange and uncertain, Rei moved to the closet and the suit hanging within. It took minutes to step out of a uniform and into another, a press of a button emptied the air surrounding her body. The touch of material against her was like a second skin, and relieved in a way, she moved to gather her flashlight.

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.

Another quiet night. If Franziska didn't know any better, she was beginning to suspect that her roommate was sleeping through the dinner shifts just to avoid her. Not that it mattered to the prosecuting prodigy, but it was a little...odd. No matter. As soon as the night began, Franziska knew she couldn't procrastinate any longer. Taking the flashlight out from its hiding place, she set it on her desk and clicked the light on so it sent a halo up at the ceiling. It wasn't the best lighting, but it was better than nothing at all.

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.

[from here]

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.

[for Ema]

While the dinner they had provided had appealed to Aigis, she could not disguise her disgust after the lights dimmed and Landel reappeared on the intercom. She knew a thing or two about teleportation but she had never known a ring to have enough power to transport one or many people. And it was a gift from Landel, someone who deserved no trust. Still, she reached into her drawer to check and, lo! There was a ring, just as he had said. This meant that Yukari did not have one. Just as well. Aigis didn't like it, not one bit! She wanted to destroy it, but knowing it would probably teleport her just as Landel had said it would, she refrained from crushing it. Instead, she placed it on her finger, just in case. She didn't want Momo to accidentally find it and activate it, in case it turned out to be dangerous.

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.

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/937375.html?thread=71067295#t71067295)]

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.

Edited 2010-07-15 04:56 (UTC)

[From here.]

"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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F25

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