Night 51: M71-M80 Hallway

[heroesdontshave]

[M74]

Looked like Operation "Get the Hell Outta Here" was gonna have to be put on hold for tonight. It was important that everyone get out of there as quickly as possible, yeah, but there were other things just as important. Like keeping the people who'd been taken in already from being turned against everyone else. And handle whatever monsters were wandering around this place. It was enough to guarantee he'd be keeping busy pretty much all night. He was fine with it, of course, but it was a lot for one person to take on in one shot.

Good thing there were more people here who were willing to work together to keep everyone else here safe. From what he'd seen on the note exchange wall, or the "bulletin board," it looked like this Search & Rescue group worked by splitting itself up into multiple divisions and covered the whole building that way. Snow was covering the first group along with some guy named Minako and someone else who "liked to keep an eye on people," or something like that. Someone who was good at stealth, maybe? Not really his thing, but it'd be good to have a guy like that along, right? Well, anyway. All that mattered was that Minako and Eye Guy were his partners for tonight.

Snow was all raring to go already. Pumped up! He had a good feeling about this. This was definitely going to be a good night, he could tell. That being the case, there was no sense wasting time and keeping his partners waiting. Time to head out.

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[teabastard.livejournal.com]

America was gone.

He'd asked the nurse when he got back to his room, what had happened to Alfred, only to be told that he'd made a full recovery and had been 'released' and wasn't he happy for his brother?

He hadn't felt like eating after that. America was gone. He couldn't even imagine that America would have been released. He wouldn't have believed this place, surely? Idiot that he was, he was stubborn to a fault and strong and knew who he was through and through. How could he have... have given all that up? Abandoned them to this place! That wasn't very heroic and America valued his idea of a hero.

And it wasn't as though he needed America's protection or anything, but this did make things more complex.

Idiot. Idiot! What did he have to go and do that for! The stupid stubborn brat! And now he was gone and... well, that was fine! Just fine! England would probably get along better without him!

He pulled on his clothing angrily, grabbed his things, trying hard not to think about America which of course meant that he thought of nothing else as he stormed out of the door.



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[stlg13bomber.livejournal.com]

Arthur had been very sad at dinner. Carter hadn't wanted to disturb him, wary of getting yelled at again for things that weren't really his fault at all, but he hoped the guy felt better later. There were so many nice things here that it was a shame to be unhappy.

Also the radio show was just starting to get really interesting. It sounded like the evil doctor had kidnapped Jill and Carter wanted to know who was going to be daring and rescue her. Or maybe she'd rescue herself, women were getting really proactive these days. Carter made sure to take his radio when he left the room, hooking it under his arm.

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M79

[scarletspeedstr.livejournal.com]

His roommate was gone again. Wally had barely even spoken to the guy, wasn't even sure what his real name was, and now he was gone, just like that. It seemed to be happening a lot lately, people disappearing all over the place, and worse, Wally himself felt like he was spending a lot of time sleeping, which didn't strike him as a good thing. Sure, on one level he probably needed the shut eye, with all the energy he was burning through during the nights (and days, his metabolism didn't much care if he as actively using his speed or not), but it was still off-putting. How many people had he known who'd gone through the same thing before they just... disappeared?

The point was, he didn't much like the way this was heading, and he was determined to do something about it. Now that he was finally awake, Wally rolled out of bed, his stomach a painful, hungry knot, and quickly grabbed his flashlight and the familiar shape of his Flash ring. One thing was for sure, and that was that he wasn't going to wait around quietly for something bad to happen to him. If he was going to go missing, he was going to do his best to make sure it was while he was doing everything he could to help everyone else here.

With that thought in mind, he slipped out of his room and headed out into the night.

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M74

[future-games.livejournal.com]

Isaac had spent a great deal of extra time in his room, remaining there for some time after his roommate had gone. He really hadn't intended to leave at all, but it wasn't long before he grew restless and started pacing the room. As determined as he was to behave as empty as he felt, he was beginning to grow very curious about what lay outside his door.

Based upon what few details he knew about this place, he knew he was an idiot to brave it alone. He was spread thin both mentally and physically--an easy target for anything that might find him--but as he grabbed the flashlight he had found beneath his pillow and slipped out of the room, he reminded himself that he didn't particularly care what might happen to him. There was no point in fighting anything that might occur anyway.

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M77

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

Kaitou Kid was waiting for them.

Shinichi gathered his things excitedly. He really wasn't fond of the idea that he would be in debt to the thief, but at least he had something to do. Now there was (potentially) an excuse to drag Heiji out and get something done tonight. Shinichi wouldn't take no for an answer; the other detective would be coming with him. Kid had noticed the same thing he did, which further strengthened the "Kuroba is Kid" theory, but that didn't matter right now. Shinichi wasn't even particularly interested in catching him--what he wanted was the chase. Something to make them both feel like detectives again and maybe get back to their roots a little. Just like home.

...Well, maybe not just like home, but close enough. It would do for right now.

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M71

[tightsofmight]

Breathing deeply and frozen solid where he stood, it dawned on Peter that he had been a complete and utter idiot.

Small signs of a struggle were strewn about the room. Food overturned from its plate, bedsheets half dangling from the mattress. Peter had wanted to fight more, but the orderlies were too much. With almost Hulk-like strength, they had pinned him to the wall with no effort not even two hits in. All he could do was kick at the air and scream at them to leave Brainy alone. Of course, they didn't listen.

And here he'd been thinking dinner was this magical little sanctuary. The one time he could count on to be peaceful and neither he nor Brainy had to worry about squat. Even after the night he'd been taken, he still thought that they'd be all right.

Biggest. Fucking. Idiot.

So Peter waited. Once he'd realized that banging on the door and wrestling with the knob weren't getting him anywhere, he pitched the dinner tray off of his desk to grab the map and hunted under his pillow for the flashlight. The closet doors had ripped open, but the only thing missing was the web shooter. He didn't bother shrugging into the costume. It took too much time, and the shift would change over at any second.

Any second now...

Light bulbs fizzled out and the customary static crackled on the intercom. The door blew open with a bang like a gunshot, and Peter was gone.

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