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It seemed to be pretty early, because so far Tyki had yet to run into other patients. Pretty odd, considering most people knew him as the last person to be early in the first place.

He lazily swept his flashlight around the area before taking the time to light a cigarette. His first one for tonight, which for some odd miracle he hadn't lit as soon as the nurse had left. They weren't exactly a luxury in this place. But with the seemingly endless string of hallways to look forward to, the Noah needed something entertaining along the way. Cigarettes would suffice for now.

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Miles slowed again as he entered the hallway, due to another sharp spike of pain in his head. This time, it was accompanied by a louder rumble, one that almost sounded like garbled words.

He swept the beam of his flashlight from side to side. "Now, see? Nothing - and no one - is there," he muttered, hoping that would silence the voice's insistent worry. It was starting to get both annoying and worrisome at the same time. What was making it react like this? He couldn't think of anything, and the intercom announcement hadn't indicated anything particularly worrisome, either.

He sighed and continued down the hallway, continuing to scan for anything in the shadows with each step.

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...was that Landel snoring? No matter. Miles clicked on his flashlight - or thought he was. The batteries seemed dead. He cursed to himself, swapping in a fresh set. There. That would be enough light to use for changing into his suit, which he did quickly.

He put his journal and a pen in his inner pockets, then folded his pillowcase and added that, as well. It would do for a carrying bag in a pinch.

As he stepped to the closet again to retrieve his sword, he was hit with a sharp pain in the back of his head, and a rumble from the voice. It's nothing,, he thought, insistently. I've gone out with the History Club a number of times, I'll be out with people I've worked with before tonight, and everything will be fine. Now, will you please be quiet?

The worst of the pain faded a moment later, and when it did, he stepped out of his room and into the hallway.

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Spider shone his flashlight on the room numbers as he walked past them. 120, 110, 100. Christ, Sangamon had some nerve, being in farthest fuckin' room from him. Ah, there it was. M90. Spider turned down the last hallway, grinning. This was going to be a night to remember.

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"What fume-addled asshole of an architect designed this labyrinth of dicks?" spat Spider, nearing his destination. "If all the nurses were in my cellblock, and someone set this cellblock on fire, it would take fucking FOREVER to ..." Spider pulled open the door to the next interminable hallway. "Note to self: set this cellblock on fire."

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Spider came charging outside and, remembering the mist from last night, stopped talking for long enough to get through the only other door he could see. It felt wrong, this ... being cautious.

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That had been a very interesting shift, Miku decided as she was wheeled around. Not only for making a new friend in Endrance (well, perhaps not friend, but very kind acquaintance), but for the overload of unwanted information from the bulletin. It was enough to make her want to hide until there was no chance of a blush ever forming on her face (and ears, and neck and anywhere else a blush might decide to raise its wily head).

Her nurse was oddly quiet for once, as she gathered her meal (vegetable pizza and milk) and wheeled Miku away from the crush of other patients being herded in. Well, then it would be a quiet lunch, she decided.

"Now, Alice, I expect not to see a crumb of food left, do you hear? Not a crumb," her nurse chastised her gently and Miku winced. So, they were noticing. She'd have to be more careful to eat a little more.

"Ah... yes. I'm sorry," Miku ducked her head and started picking at her meal with her knife and fork. "I'll eat." Even if the nurse was really a monster at night, she hated that tone of disappointment. She sighed and picked at what appeared to be a piece of broccoli on her pizza.

[For Sousuke]

That really hadn't been the breakfast she'd been expecting, but Yuffie couldn't bring herself to complain. The kid made for good company, and was, if nothing else, pretty entertaining. She could've just done without the whole choking thing. That… That had been embarrassing. A bit. Okay, a lot. Yuffie was starting to get a feeling that this day was -- for once-- actually going to ping on her ‘interesting!’ meter.

Whether or not that was a good thing, she didn’t know.

By the time she’d reached the Sun Room's bulletin board, a kitten on her shoulder and a pen twirling between her fingers, Yuffie was starting to put her finger on why she had that weird, nagging feeling. Though on second thought, it was less like putting her finger on it and more like it had jumped up and punched her right in the nose; the feeling wasn’t just about waffles, magicians, or tricky candy thieves. Sagara hadn't answered her bulletin post; he hadn't answered any bulletin posts. She hadn't seen that stupid, spiky head of his all morning. It was like radio silence without a radio.

Agai-- No, Yuffie cut herself off sharply, frowning. She was just jumping to conclusions. It wouldn't be the first time, right? Right! And yet… instincts were instincts for a reason, and in a dump like this, who knew what could happen?

[for Okita?]

There was nothing visible in the darkened room that would suggest something had gone wrong with Lelouch's immediate and desperate plans, but that didn't stop him from panicking the instant he opened his eyes. This room, wherever it was, wasn't the Shinkirou. It wasn't even the Ikaruga, the World of C, or Ashford Academy, much less the one place he should have been at that very moment, the Kururugi Shrine. That meant-- what did it mean? Had he been captured? But how could his enemies have done that without him realizing it? And Suzaku--

Of course. Suzaku.

The familiar pain of betrayal surged in his chest, and with a frustrated sigh that came out sounding more like a muffled scream, he pulled aside the blanket covering him and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. If he had been captured (and the evidence greatly suggested that he had, even with the curious lack of restraints), there was no possible explanation besides that his once best friend had sold him out yet again to the man he hated most. The only question that remained was whether Suzaku done it to ensure Nunnally's safety or if he was simply trying to further his goal of becoming the Knight of One.

Whichever it is, I need to get out of here, Lelouch thought, rising to his feet and doing his best to discern the room's features. If Nunnally was still in danger, he'd never forgive himself, and so if there was even the remotest chance he could change that, he was going to take it.

His half-blind inspection of the room made him falter (since when did high security prisons have this much furniture?), but with his concern for Nunnally's safety continuing to weigh heavily on his mind, he didn't think too much on it. Prison or not, he couldn't stay here any longer.

Testing the door miraculously revealed that it was unlocked, and with little to no concern over the fact that he had no real means to see where he was going, Lelouch rushed down the hall in search of an exit or, better yet, someone he could order to obey him unquestioningly until he'd found his way out. Learning what had happened to Nunnally in the process would be ideal, of course, but if he couldn't have that, he'd settle for reducing this place to a pile of rubble.

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