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Nightshift 52: M61-M70 Hallway

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She remembered the last time she'd been down this way. With Yukari in tow, she'd headed over to Mori's room to exchange a closet rod for her shuriken. Okita'd popped out of his own room—man, she hadn't expected that.

But, this time…

Maybe it was a little weird, that she was willing to work with the same guy who'd stabbed a pen through Sagara's lung. That she was being polite enough to set her shuriken point-down on the floor, and to keep it slightly behind herself, with her fingers clasped loosely around the top-most blade. It was a big weapon and not exactly something she could sheathe; keeping it in a non-threatening but easy to manoeuvre from position was a courtesy, though not a deference.

… Kinda weird how interacting with Okita made her actually think about these things, too.

Shaking off any further thoughts of weirdness for the time being, Yuffie knocked on the door. "Special delivery," she announced

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While Guy had gotten to at least see his roommate during dinner, which was enough of a relief on its own, they hadn't talked much. Okita had seemed engrossed in his workings for the club that he was apparently taking over, at least temporarily, and so Guy had kept to his dinner, enjoying the fish and the rest of it as best he could. He'd made sure to thank his roommate a few times over for getting him a sword, but in the end the time seemed to pass too quickly, and before he knew it Landel was on the intercom again, taunting them as usual.

If the Head Doctor thought that mentioning the possibility of something going wrong was going to stop any patient from going out, then he had another thing coming. Though Guy didn't think that was it at all. Landel knew they were all too curious for their own good, desperate for information and whatever else could be found in the nooks and crannies of the institute or beyond. He expected them to rush straight into unknown danger, and he probably thought it was fun to watch.

So even if he might be playing right into what Landel wanted, Guy still gathered his things for the night. It would be his first time taking out the new sword, and he was itching to make use of it. Chances were that was going to happen one way or another if they were going over the wall, and so he was just glad that he was in good shape and well-equipped.

Guy also made certain to loop his radio around his wrist and take his flashlight in the opposite hand. It was bothersome that he didn't even have a sheath for his sword, but that was probably a little too much to ask. Unless he crafted one himself (which he could probably do, with the right supplies and enough time), he would have to resort to the more risky method of carrying the naked blade in his hand.

"Good luck with your club duties tonight," Guy told Okita with a warm smile as he headed for the door. While he was sure that he would be running into Claude soon enough, he realized that Luke hadn't responded to his bulletin message. Still, they had spoken in person and Luke knew where they were going, so the redhead would probably just meet them in the same spot where he'd met him and Anise a few nights back, when they'd ended up in Baticul.

Confident that the three of them would make progress tonight, Guy headed out of the door and down the hall.

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Spock's room was on the way to the designated meeting place. In and out. It would take ten minutes, tops, but Kirk was well-acquainted with how "ten minutes tops" suddenly turned into what felt like an hour by the time he got to where he needed to be. And this was even on nights where Landel didn't start off the whole thing with a single ominous comment. Several ominous comments, sure, but the most recent intercom announcement was unusually restrained for their head jailer, and that was the most troubling aspect of all.

Uhura could handle herself. And if Kirk really wanted to look out for her, then he wouldn't waste another second dawdling in his room. He grabbed his radio, clicked his flashlight on, and got moving.

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The dinner had gone by too fast. He'd had so much to work out and so much to do that by the time he'd finished and had enough attention to devote to his roommate, the intercom had gone off and cut their evening short. It was times like these that Okita regretted the most. Guy had seemed particularly quiet and troubled when Okita had returned to the room and he'd meant to ask after him, but now his roommate had gone and there was little chance of talking again until the next night.

But as his roommate left, Okita was reminded yet again that he did indeed have things he needed to do. The group was depending on him now as their main leader. Himura was going to take a background role and was willing to go along with things as long as Okita was up front about their missions to a certain extent. Allowing Himura to interfere with the hunt would be out of the question. Gathering more information, more materials, more...anything right now was the key to strengthening their group. Metal gathering without an alchemist was useless. Now their focus had to be on getting their hands on weapons and information so they knew where to point their blades.

With a certain amount of unease due to the intercom's message, Okita dressed and gathered his things: sword, haori, lightstick and pillowcase bag. Tonight he hoped Yuffie was feeling cooperative, or else--

A knock and a familiar voice. Okita tied the head protector into place, pulling the fabric tight behind his head beneath his ponytail and then answered the door. There she was, Yuffie Kisaragi, standing with an enormous shuriken behind her carefully angled to be as non-threatening as possible. Okita's eyes strayed to the weapon, but soon enough he returned his attention to her, all smiles and politeness like usual. "Good evening, Yuffie-san, and thank you for being so prompt. Would you like to come in for a moment?"

This guy was such a trap.

Almost always smiling and polite, 'til he stabs you in the face. Or, hell. Always smiling and polite even while he stabs you in the face? Yuffie wasn't too sure; it wasn't like she'd gotten a real close look the last time she'd seen him fight, thanks to Sagara.

"Sure," she said, anyway. If Okita wanted to go all Captain Psychopants on her, he could do it any time this nightshift—and Yuffie was plenty confident in her ability to kick his ass right back. But, if they were gonna be working together… Gotta start trust somewhere, right? She could be alert without being paranoid.

She followed him into the small room, noting idly that it was otherwise unoccupied. Whoever it was had moved out fast. "I brought the notes. You can keep all the written ones, if you want, but there's a couple of sketches, too—I'll need those back." A lightning quick gesture of her spare hand produced her research, apparently out of nowhere. She thumbed the pages quickly to count them, before holding them out.

Yuffie followed him in and Okita set his sword on the bed. They had a few moments and he needed to ask Yuffie for a favor - perhaps one she would not go along with. For now, however, it was important to see the fruits of her research, the reason she had come all this way to him in the first place.

He had just turned around when she was pulling the notes out of...someplace. He had learned long ago in his dealings with Susumu not to ask where a ninja hid things. They just did it. Everywhere. Maybe he hid things in his hair. Yuffie didn't seem to have enough hair, but then she did have a lot of pockets. Wherever it had come from, it was his now and he reached out, taking the papers with an appreciative nod of his head.

A quick once-over proved them to be of professional quality minus some remarks and the occasional quirky, Yuffie-esque additions and drawings. They described the areas outside the facility and went so far as to comment on the efforts of the other groups. The History Club had indeed lacked interest in the areas over the wall, but there was a reason for that - one he couldn't reveal lightly. They had access to places within the building that were important, ones that had to remain secret until such a time when their final goal was assured success.

"Thank you, Yuffie-san. This is most helpful. If I could borrow the sketches until tomorrow? I'll copy them down and return them to you toward the lunch hour." Okita smiled at her and then moved to his desk, taking out his notebook and placing the pages inside. Tomorrow would be another work day; not that he minded much. "And I'm afraid I have one more request of you, if you would be so kind? There are two rooms I must visit to retrieve the items that our comrades left behind. It would be faster if the two of us were able to divide and conquer, but if not, I can go and you should rendezvous with Yomi in the main hallway."

Nice to know that at least somebody didn't disapprove of Yuffie's way of writing reports. She could remember Lelouch's eyebrow quirking disdainfully, and even Reeve had been known to sigh into his coffee. Seriously, why not brighten things up a little? Most of the news was seriously depressing, anyway; treating it with the respect and the attention it deserved shouldn't automatically make a few doodles and a bit of glitter a bad thing.

"Sure, but if you bring it back too late, I'm gonna start chargin' interest," Yuffie replied. She was doing way too many things for free, these days. It wasn't that she minded, exactly, but… it really wasn't helping her image! If she was too generous, the people who knew her from back home were gonna start to wonder.

As for his second request… Yuffie rocked back on her heels and shrugged on shoulder. "If it'll help us get moving faster," she said, agreeably enough. Even if Okita was only phrasing things as he was because he thought she'd balk at direct orders, it was still nice to be treated with a bit of equality; she wasn't here to work for him, she was here to work with him. It was as much a trial for him as it undoubtedly was for her. "Why waste time standing around when I could be doing something useful?"

Okita laughed and put the notebook away, closing the drawer gently. "I wouldn't dream of inconveniencing you by keeping it too long." Besides that, he had no idea what sort of 'interest' Yuffie would charge. There was no money here, nothing of real interest he could give her either. Unless... There was the candy, wasn't there? He still had a certain amount of it left and she had expressed interest in it before. Perhaps that could be his 'payment' should he keep her notes too long. He didn't think it would come to that, but it was a good thing to keep in mind.

"It would be of great help to us moving faster," he agreed, taking out his map and spreading it out on the desk. Considering the way her notes had been done, perhaps she'd appreciate the way he'd done up his map. The different rooms were done in different colors, glitter was in several areas and he'd taken the time to draw little people or symbols in some areas. This was one of the maps that Homura had laughed slightly when he'd seen it. Something about that memory struck Okita a little harder than he wanted and he moved on, pointing out M35. "The items that once belonged to our members are in two rooms. Here in M35." He moved his hand over. "And here in M46. You are without a doubt faster than I am, so if you could get to M35 and retrieve the items there from Nataku-san's former roommate and return here, I should be able to make it to Homura-san's room and we can rendezvous here again to hide the items before meeting with Yomi-san to begin the hunt."

Yuffie set her shuriken to lean against the wall, before hopping and twirling over to join Okita. The long trails of her headband whipped lightly with the movement. It was always nice, after a long day in sucky gray scrubs, to be wearing her own clothes again. Socks and boots beat slippers, shorts beat everything, and hell, even her underwear and accessories were better. How many times had she gone without her headband, back on Gaia? Not often. And now, the feeling of it was almost like a luxury.

… Man. This place made her think way too much.

Instead of trying to peer over Okita's shoulder, Yuffie shifted herself to the side. "Nice," she laughed, as soon as she caught sight of the map. Color, glitter, and doodles? Not bad; not bad at all. Looked like somebody shared her sense of style!

"Times like this, I miss being head of a department," Yuffie admitted, brightly, once Okita was done dishing out the directives. "Turning errands into super interesting training exercises is a specialty of mine. … Anyway," she shook herself out of the tangent, and walked backwards to collect her shuriken again. "Won't take long at all—and I'm guessin' you'll be spillin' the beans on what we're hunting when we meet up with the Yomi chick?" Curiosity was gnawing at her, and a strange, bubbling eagerness was right on its heels. Time to get something done for once, she thought. Kick some ass, take some names… The Great Ninja Yuffie's amazing comeback!

As soon as her shuriken was back in hand and hefted comfortably, Yuffie made for the door—and stopped dead, when the intercom crackled ominously to life. Her jaw clenched, but only briefly; Landel was a sadist, no doubt about that… but so was Weiss, and all the rest of his posse. It pissed her off, but, of course, it was far from enough to drag her spirits down. Burn brighter in the face of adversity, right? There was an old Wutaian saying that went something along those lines.

… And that was when the lights went crazy.

Yuffie huffed, eyes winced shut against the glare and head ducked, ineffectively, against the high-pitched whine. "Geez, how melodramatic can you get?" She shot a glance back at Okita, trying not to blink more than normal, before pulling open the door and stepping just outside of it. "Ah… Out here, too…"

He laughed a bit when Yuffie commented on his map, glad to see she approved of his decorative skill. None of his other superiors had ever been quite so appreciative. Least of all Homura after Okita and Nataku had managed to dump glitter in his hair. The laugh turned into a somewhat nostalgic smile and he closed the map, putting it away now that the objectives had been given. "Yes, I will tell you both what we are doing when we meet her."

Best to conserve the speech so he needn't give it twice. Three of them against the nurses would be difficult, but it wouldn't be impossible. Yuffie had the ability to heal if he remembered correctly so if any of them fell in battle and they had to retreat, there was at least a very slim chance of them dying. So long as they didn't pull more than one or two nurses in the fight, they should be fine; or so he hoped.

Yuffie turned to leave and Okita did the same. He grabbed his sword and bag and turned to the door - only to stop and look up at the intercom. Apparently Jill had been taken. That made two of their supposed allies who were now dead, or soon to be dead. Under pain of torture, even the strongest men or women would break, and apparently Jill had done just that. Marc, the man on the radio, the one Okita had met before, was in grave danger and there was little Okita could do to help as he had no idea where the man was.

Suddenly, the lights burst to life accompanied by a high pitch whine, causing Okita to turn his head away from the source of the light and the sound, squeezing his eyes shut. It seemed today they were going to be blessed with light, or maybe it would be better to say they'd be cursed by it. Yuffie stepped out to investigate and Okita rubbed his eyes as he followed. "...be careful, Yuffie-san. I have a feeling this is a curse in disguise. I'll see you back here in a few minutes."

"A covert operation and bright light," Yuffie commented, "is the best combination ever."

… Right. That was about as true as old man Godo not being the secretive chairman of the local Goldfish Appreciation Society.

Still, the young ninja flashed a cheery, devil-may-care grin. This set-up could—and probably would—be troublesome, but they had a job to do, and there was no point in getting put off before they'd even gotten started. "You too, you too. See ya in a sec."

Without another word, she set off at a fleet-footed jog.

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"Isn't it, just?" he responded, bright as ever. Yuffie was making the best of this, so he needed to do the same. At the very least, he wouldn't need the light stick tonight, which was something of a blessing. He was always afraid of breaking that thing, especially since it made for such a convenient bludgeoning weapon. He set the thing down on his desk and waved to Yuffie as she headed out. "See you soon."

As soon as she was gone, Okita lowered his hand and closed his eyes. One stop down. Now he just needed to get to Homura's room and hope that the demi-god's things were still there. Turning to the desk, he packed the pillowcase bag into the lapels of his kimono, adjusted his haori and headed out the door.

The small blessing for this journey was that he had a very short distance to go. The curse was that it meant he'd need to face the emptiness all that much sooner.

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"… a shining beacon amidst the… no, wait, amidst isn't— ahem, a shining beacon that pierces the veil of enshrouding darkness! An all-encompassing ebullience that buoy… ew, no, that's—I don't wanna think about those. Who the hell thought ships were a good idea, anyway? Stupid rotten rust buckets… Rotten, revilable—ha, that is so a word—retarded, rubbish rust buckets. They should all just sink; save me the trouble of will you please stop being creepy before I punch you, I don't care if you're just a shadow."

Yuffie took a deep breath to continue her rant, before realizing with a start just how far she'd come. Somehow, she'd managed to get all the way to Okita's room. Hadn't she just been trotting along the hallway back down near… Well, well, that was fine. It was just peachy! It saved her the boredom of trekking all that way while actually paying attention, which was, in her opinion, a fate worse than three cat litter trays and a half bucket full of extra strength bleach. In a small house. In a small house with one room, a secret passageway, and no windows, but it did have a booby-trapped cat-flap; she'd installed it herself last spring

"Get a grip," she muttered fiercely to herself. "What's a shadow, compared to a ghost?"

Nothing to underestimate.

"Nothing to flip out over. … Oh my gawd, I'm talking to myself."

Shut up already!

Don't mind if I do, Yuffie retorted, this time silently. It was too early in the game to start getting spooked. No matter what, she had to focus; Okita would be back soon, and when he was, they'd be able to get their mission underway. That meant this was her last chance to pilfer some of the plunder, but Yuffie hesitated, her fingers tightening around the neck of the knot she'd tied in the top of her stolen pillowcase. A little restraint…

… A little restraint would reap benefits in the end, huh. It was one of those situations. With a heavy sigh, Yuffie leaned against the wall just to the side of Okita's door. If he didn't hurry up, she was gonna take something, and he'd deserve it.

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With the pillowcase filled up in his arms, Okita jogged his way back. He wanted to run, but he could feel that little problem of his aching to put him out of commission so he had to take it easy. Which was unfortunate because as he drew close to his room, he realized he was the last to arrive. "Ah! Yuffie-san, I apologize for being late."

Not that he didn't have a reason. He'd been securing them a healer besides her, to help reduce some of the strain. And he'd been able to get Homura's things without much trouble. It just so happened that he couldn't run back as fast as he wanted. Even now he felt a bit winded and, although he tried to hide it, he was going to need the few moments it would take to hide the things they'd gained in order to return to normal.

With a smile, Okita motioned to the door and came to a stop in front of her. "Thank you for waiting. Shall we put these things away and get going?"

By the time Okita returned, Yuffie had progressed from counting cracks on the opposite wall to making shadow puppets with her fingers in the flickering light. The creep-factor hiked up by a gabillion when she realized that said shadows were taking lives of their own, and occasionally growing tentacles. Chocobos really weren't supposed to have tentacles.

"You sure took your time," she complained dramatically, dragging her gaze away from the grotesque patches of black. She half turned, nudging her shuriken out of the way, and swung the door open for him. "I thought I was gonna fossilize. That's no fate for a girl like me."

He looked winded, too, but Yuffie chose not to comment on that. "How'd it go? Anything fun? Anything interesting? I met a kid with cat ears who pouted at me for stealing bedding, but he didn't throw anything at me. But, anyway—I'm all for going. Going's cool." Going would make it easier to concentrate, she hoped, on things that weren't spooky enough to put the old Shinra Manor to shame. It was enough to make even her restless.

"Certainly not a fate for you at all," he agreed, opening the door and heading inside. "But I definitely have some good news."

Although it might not measure up to meeting a kid with cat ears. How was that even possible? Okita paused and looked back at Yuffie for a moment, tilting his head curiously as he thought over that little tidbit. He'd heard of people saying they weren't human before coming here, but he'd never heard of something like that. How weird.

Dropping to his knees, the swordsman pushed his find under his bed as far as it would go into the back corner. Homura's sword was not for giving away yet. Not until he knew better who to trust and what to do with the people he had under him. He had promised Yomi a weapon, but there had been no promise as to what sort of weapon. And he distinctly remembered Nataku having a machete of sorts.

"I was able to secure us another healer, to help take the load off your shoulders, Yuffie-san," he said as he climbed back to his feet. "If you ever need it, a man named Kibitoshin has agreed to help us when possible. And I recovered most of Homura-san's items. Was there anything like a machete or blade in Nataku-kun's things? Yomi-san will require a weapon for our hunt tonight."

"Another healer? … Whew." Yuffie followed Okita into the room, and, after a moment of hesitation, sank into a crouch on the floor to empty her pillowcase. She set out the items carefully, leaving her own shuriken laying flat behind her. "Can't remember how much I've told you about my ability before, but awesome as I am, I gotta admit: it's really more suited to, y'know…" There was a soft jingle and jangle, and a rustle of cloth, as she extracted the keys and scalpels. "… the battlefield, or close to it. The bigger the pinch I'm in, or have been in, the easier it is to use."

The uniform, the box of cigarettes, the gun and the box of ammo, the whiskey, and the machete were soon littered neatly about on Okita's floor. Yuffie sat back on her heels, pillowcase draped across her lap. "There's a machete," she confirmed, staring at it—and everything else—longingly. Her fingers were itching almost as bad as the back of her neck; she could've sworn that the shadows were still flickering, mutating… "And scalpels, and—well, you can take a look for yourself."

"Yes, a surprising number of them are hiding around the Institute." It was like hitting in a gambling ring in order to find one. Lately, more and more people had become silent about their abilities, either due to the bulletin censorship or the general atmosphere of the Institute. He wasn't sure which, but it certainly made recruiting a little more difficult. "It's something like a game to find them all," he added as he turned around to see what Yuffie had laid out. It was quite a find and Okita couldn't help but smile a little at it. "And I wouldn't want you to have to use that when you're more suited to battle, not back-up."

Kenren's uniform, more of those white smoking sticks, a gun and bullets, things they could use somehow or another. Most important was the machete, however, and Okita picked that up, checking it over. This would work well enough while they waited for another try at the upper room. The rest, scalpels and other odds and ends, could be hidden for now. "Hopefully Yomi-san can be satisfied with this for now."

He glanced up again and caught Yuffie looking over the items, causing his smile to grow. "We best be moving. I'm sure no one will come in and my roommate is someone we can trust not to pilfer anything we've so rightfully gained."

With a few careful steps, Okita was by the door and opening it. "We should move. Yomi-san will get impatient." After he was able to confirm Yuffie was with him, Okita started out into the hallway at a jog, trying to keep his eyes off the shadows that seemed to be twisting and lengthening beyond reason.

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Just wait for what I have in store for you.

As von Karma donned his court finery and started gathering the items he would need for tonight's mission, he mused to himself over what Landel could possibly mean by such a pathetic-sounding threat over the intercom. The Head Lunatic had already put his prisoners through various optical illusions, decayed corpses, torture sessions, malfunctioning public address systems... what would be next, an invasion of "yoofohs" led by an alien creature named "Gourdy?" Hah! If anyone belonged in this hellhole, it was that ill-mannered witness who believed in such nonsense.

But for now, he had more important matters to attend to than distant memories of cases long closed. Having completed his preparations, von Karma clicked on his flashlight -- the spare one resting at the bottom of his pocket just in case he needed it, as he did last night -- and headed out into the hallway.

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Edited 2010-10-19 03:17 (UTC)

The Doctor almost didn't want to leave Buzz alone... But if he was going to check out the chapel (and its statue) tonight, he didn't want to put his new roommate in danger if the angel really was there. No, it was best that he went alone, at least for now. There was no mention of the 'sleep studies' on the intercom, either, so that was something positive. Maybe tonight wouldn't turn out as badly as last night had, no matter how ominous Landel's words had been.

He had changed quickly into his own clothes just before the doors had unlocked, ducking into the wardrobe to do so, and then bid farewell to Buzz, heading into the hallway with flashlight in hand. It had been a long time since he'd last been in the chapel—and it had been day then—but he remembered the way.

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Edited 2010-10-17 01:18 (UTC)

Whatever semblance of zen Masaomi managed to recover during the quiet dinner (he liked the teriyaki better than yesterday's herb chicken) was a moot point by the time the head honcho's voice fizzled out and the intercom clicked shut. He didn't need to check to know that the doors were unlocked.

Well, at least tonight's bizarre radio show was just a tiny bit more straightforward than the one before. None of the nursery rhymes, just the sort of creepy cliché warnings every horror movie protagonist suffered — and ignored! — to their detriment. Usually to their detriment. The Dude Too Cool To Get Blindsided By This Vicious Cycle, the one and only Kiiiida Masaomi, hadn't made a study of the genre — but the longer he found himself staring at the door, the more he thought he got the picture. He really was an idiot, wasn't he?

Digging out his drawer keys, getting out his flashlight, pocketing the radio and a few pens — he could probably stab someone's eye out with them, if he needed to — he moved towards the door and out into the hall. Despite the dark, and how different things looked during the day, he kept his flashlight off because he'd already gotten used to which directions to take. He heard people talking in one of the rooms as he passed, but not loud enough to make out what they were saying. Well, he wasn't the sort to eavesdrop private conversations like that either.

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Edited 2010-10-17 04:42 (UTC)

Buzz's conversation with Doctor had been just as confusing as it'd been helpful. Doors unlocking at night? Monsters roaming the hall? It all sounded sort of like the things that Sora had mentioned, and although Buzz didn't want to think that either of them were lying, it did sound a little hard to believe. Maybe it was sort of like the situation in Sid's room, where all of the so-called "monsters" had ended up being well-meaning toys in the end? Buzz sure hoped so, but he got a sinking feeling as the lights went out that this whole situation might end up being more like Sunnyside. Everyone here seemed so nice during the day, but at night... who knew? Maybe the nurses sat around and gambled hard-earned Monopoly currency just like Ken and the others – after all, the people here had sure done a number on his body the same way that Lotso's cronies had, and that last intercom announcement had sent literal chills down his spine.

If this is real at all, Buzz reminded himself with a frown. But... no: the garbage dump... his friends...! He couldn't take anything for granted so long as there was even the slightest chance of them being in danger. He had to keep pressing onward, investigating, doing everything he possibly could to escape.

So, as soon as the doors unlocked, Buzz was ready and raring to go. He'd already gone on countless dangerous missions for toykind, and he definitely wasn't going to stop now that... well, now that... he wasn't so much of a toy anymore. With a wave and a friendly: "Good night... and good luck!" to Doctor, Buzz stepped into the hallway himself.

...And immediately realized how dark it was out here. Where was his glow-in-the–

Oh. Right.

Buzz immediately stepped back into the room and grabbed the flashlight from under his pillow. He still couldn't get used to how small everything felt in his hands, but at least he could still work the equipment. He sighed as he looked down at himself for the umpteenth time that day. No buttons, no sturdiness, no helmet... he'd really have to rely on his wits and reflexes if there really was any danger out there. Good thing he had experience! He only hoped that everyone else here could take care of themselves. And if they couldn't... well, what else was a Space Ranger for?

With a quiet footsteps and dogged determination, he jogged down the hall.

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