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damned_institute2010-07-11 04:56 am
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NIght 50: West Wing, North Hall 1-B
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There was no one here yet. And wasn't that strange? If she remembered correctly, there was a male patient block here. Even if it was away from the others, it should still be fairly well occupied. Were they all just staying in for the night? It was also odd that no one from the female block had come up this way yet either. Either it was just too early, or something had happened in her absence that kept others from coming this way unless they had a larger group with them (or not at all).
Callisto stopped to shine her light down into the adjacent hall, seeing if she could pick out anyone heading out of their room. She thought she heard the sounds of people moving about on the other side of the wall, so it couldn't be completely empty. Was there any point in waiting around? She didn't need someone to accompany her, and it had only slowed her up in the past anyway.
She would wait a bit, perhaps, if only to sate her own curiosity before moving on.
There was no one here yet. And wasn't that strange? If she remembered correctly, there was a male patient block here. Even if it was away from the others, it should still be fairly well occupied. Were they all just staying in for the night? It was also odd that no one from the female block had come up this way yet either. Either it was just too early, or something had happened in her absence that kept others from coming this way unless they had a larger group with them (or not at all).
Callisto stopped to shine her light down into the adjacent hall, seeing if she could pick out anyone heading out of their room. She thought she heard the sounds of people moving about on the other side of the wall, so it couldn't be completely empty. Was there any point in waiting around? She didn't need someone to accompany her, and it had only slowed her up in the past anyway.
She would wait a bit, perhaps, if only to sate her own curiosity before moving on.
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So far so good. The passage of time was an unpredictable thing in Landel's Institute, but Kirk had a feeling that they were making good progress tonight. This didn't outweigh his quiet apprehension about everything else, but at least he could keep his mind off of that while he had a mission. Chekov. For now, accounting for his crew was all that mattered.
He let the door close securely behind them once Bones was in, and picked up the conversation again: "I don't know if the maze has anything to do with it, but it's not like him to miss a report." Kirk scanned their surroundings. Dark, quiet. "Other disappearances have indicated that sleeping a lot and missing days is part of the pattern, which makes me hope that Chekov's still around."
Hope. A heavy word. Kirk headed down the corridor before his voice could further betray his uncertainty.
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This place had a goddamn labyrinth on the grounds? Bad enough this place had malpractice pouring out every which way, but this was just crossing into the bizarre, something more suited to either a mad man or someone who had both money and egomania to spare. McCoy looked at him dubiously, but followed the captain anyway. Jim wasn't one to go making something like that up. As impossible as it sounded, or as unlikely, he to accept that there was either a labyrinth on the grounds, or that Landels was able to reach one with their transporters.
It did sound like there was something wrong. Chekov might be young, but that didn't mean he wasn't a professional. He would have checked in.
"He should have woken up in his room like the rest of us, even with those doors," McCoy pointed out. Hell, they'd been back in time and on his own Enterprise when they'd been pulled back. Granted, it might have had something to do with the transporter room, but they'd been somewhere other than the institute.
They were heading further down the corridor, his step falling in line with Jim's, when the doctor spoke up again. "He might not even be in his room still, Jim. He might have taken off already. Your orders didn't include a rendezvous with any of the crew, so he may not have stuck around."
He didn't quite believe it himself. It was one possibility but it didn't account for the lack of reply to the bulletin board, but he also hadn't followed those "symptoms" Jim had mentioned.
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"Right. I knew that," he lied, quickly catching up again and striding slightly ahead. It wasn't as if there was any point to not checking now, not if something had happened. Plus, they were already halfway there. "Because if he is okay, we don't have time to waste with examinations. I know it's not most cautious route, but our manpower's limited."
Honestly, Kirk wasn't in love with this course of action either, but he hadn't earned his captaincy by choosing the safe road during the whole thing with the Narada. Here, he'd gone in slow at first. Unknown surroundings, limited resources, faceless enemies, getting thrown curve balls every couple of nights... It had seemed like the best strategy at the time, but after one week, nothing had changed.
So dangerous as it might be for them to split up, at least he could trust in his crew. They were the best Starfleet had to offer, even if a few of them might be a little worse for the wear after one of Landel's experiments. For Chekov, it was this, whatever it was. For him, the brainwashing. For Spock...
Kirk slowed until he and Bones were walking shoulder-to-shoulder again. "So, aside from Spock being... Spock," he said suddenly, "has he seemed okay?"
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