[From here]

As von Karma set foot inside this room, he clicked his flashlight back on and waved it around to see whether any dangers were present. So far, all he could see were two long shelves on either side of him, containing small, flimsy boxes in apparent alphabetical order.

He scowled as he looked at the numerous boxes. Would the items in his even be worth all the trouble he and Ms. Taura had gone through just to get here? Would his box contain something that he could use against Martin Landel... or would it merely be full of worthless items designated for a fictitious college professor? It was certainly too much to hope that "Dr. Fuchs" had carried a stun gun.

There was only one way to find out what was in his, however. As the prosecutor commenced scanning the shelves for the letter "F," he said, "Ms. Taura, look for a box that is labeled 'Fuchs, Karl.'" He saw no need, however, to ask his companion to help him look for another box he sought, belonging to a "von Richter, Wilhelmina."

[OOC: Edited (the final time, hopefully!) to make the room's description more accurate, thanks to Court's response to my lounge post. <3 ]

[from here]

Sai thought he might have heard voices in the next hall over and paused just long enough to see if they sounded threatening. He looked back at Shikamaru, wondering if he'd heard them too. Chances were it was just another couple patients, but they couldn't assume too much. They'd make their way quickly through this hall and hopefully avoid any trouble.

"Down this way," he pointed one pale finger toward the first of two halls ahead. "There are doors at the end that lead outside." It would be simpler if the greenhouse had been directly connected to the main building, but this wasn't the case. The other ninja would already be aware of all this due to previous trips there during the day, but a reminder couldn't hurt - especially since things tended to look different after dark.

[From here, at M77]

In Heiji's opinion, this case had gone on far too long for both him and Shinichi to have been on the case. It should have been solved that night--maybe two days tops. It was annoying that they were going sifting through oodles and oodles of paper to find what they needed. Damn, if Kogoro could see them now, he'd be laughing his ass off. ...not with good reason of course, since the guy couldn't even solve a case without a five-year-old on his side.

Heiji chuckled at that thought--making fun of Shinichi now that he was normal-sized was hard, he missed all the cheap shots he could take.

He composed himself as he approached Shinichi's room and knocked.

"Oi, it's me."

[From here]

Oh yes. What a world of difference the right clothing made. Ordinarily, von Karma would have kept his coat buttoned up just to conceal that horrid logo on the hospital-issued shirts. However, the only reason he was even wearing the shabby-looking coat now was strictly for its function of carrying his items. Hopefully, the trip to the Patient Possessions Storage would yield a briefcase or something similar that would better match his outfit.

As von Karma strode through the brief corridor leading to the main hallway, he saw no one around yet. Though this likely meant that it was still quite early in the night, he withdrew the hammer from his pocket and gripped it tightly in case trouble presented itself.

Before entering the larger hallway, he peered out through the door to check for possible hazards. All he saw were two people standing around, neither of whom he recognized, but they seemed to pose no direct threat to him. Satisfied that it was safe, he hurried through the corridor's exit and into the main hallway.

[To here]

[from here]

It looked like Junpei was the first to arrive as there was no sign of a hot pink-haired flesh-eating babe. Leaning against the wall by the door that lead outside, he sighed and tilted his head back. What was he doing? Why were his senpai gone when he so very much needed them to tell him what he should really be doing?

This place sucked. Tartarus was easier to handle than this. It made sense in a twisted way that didn't have him eating vampire flesh or hunting with a bunch of Embryon. He really missed home - even that pathetic drunk.

[from here]

So far, so good; Junpei wasn't feeling any compulsion to go someplace he wasn't intending to. It was a relief to know that Evangeline wasn't going to vampire him to her side that night, despite the implications from earlier. Then again... what if where he was heading was where she wanted him to go all along, so it just didn't feel like a vampire compulsion?

Oh man, this whole vampire servant thing sucked. Junpei wasn't even sure if he'd be able to tell when Evangeline decided to call him to hold her hair while she prayed to the porcelain god or something worse - carrying her damn books.

[to here]

[from here]

And of course she was the firs to arrive. It was becoming a common occurrence.

Leaning back against the wall next to the Sun Room doors, Beatrix waited and listened to the silence of the hall. While detecting HK-47 would be difficult, she was certain Lugnut would be pathetically easy to hear coming. She was not thrilled with the idea of another Cybertronia joining them, but she could not deny that without SubZero, they had to take measures to secure their passage to Landel.

Lugnut wanted her dead, she recalled. This was going to be like working with the Vipers again. The only difference? The Bride had no ties at all to Lugnut. Then again, perhaps he understood how outclassed he was. She could only hope HK-47 had given him proper warning. Beatrix was even less thrilled with the idea of securing a hostage so she and the droid could pass through the doors.

[from here]

Beatrix had walked this path to the Sun Room so many times, she could do it in complete darkness. Which was exactly what she was doing. Knowing the way, there was little need for light as it would only draw creatures and other unwanted attention. Silently counting her steps, at the right number, the assassin headed left and down the hallway.

[to here]

The intercom jingle went off, mirroring the cheery voice that came out of the speakers soon after it.

"Hello, everyone, and I hope you found productive endeavors in both your music-making and your therapy sessions! Now, our nurses will be escorting all of you to your rooms and to your delicious dinners. Tonight, we're serving moist slices of turkey breast covered in gravy and served with mashed potatoes and grilled artichoke. Also available are our usual salad and drink choices, as well as a to-die-for devil chocolate cake dessert!

"...Mm, yes, I do think I'll have to partake in some of that myself! I trust you'll all enjoy it as much as I do, and I'll speak with you again shortly!"

The intercom clicked off.

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Kaworu immediately gravitated towards the keyboard. It was not a piano, not truly, but it was attractive in all of the same ways. Music freed the mind from conscious thought, and Kaworu was feeling exceptionally weighed down by exactly that. There was a heaviness, as well as a lightness. He did not know where to begin approaching the situation with Shinji. It was a simple task to forget such things when the problem itself was caused by such an enamoring distraction.

Shinji needed to survive, he was supposed to continue, and yet he was here. This place would take his life without needing a reason. A soul so important could simply be put out, and the world would continue as it always had. It seemed wrong, but was it because it was not the way things should be, or simply because Kaworu wished it were so?

And yet, Kaworu could not say he was unhappy. He had done nothing to earn himself more time with Shinji. He had made his decision, and created for himself a fate apart from the Lilim. But as much as many Lilim wished the world to work in those terms, it rarely did. Events would move into place regardless of their actions. It was rare that something happened because an individual deserved it. It was only chance. Kaworu knew that he should not have been glad, but being with Shinji was indescribable.

His long, bony fingers moved across the keys easily, constructing Ode to Joy with each progressive note.

[Reserved for Albedo.]

[M76]

Demyx settled himself on his bed with his sitar, forcing himself to ignore the still vaguely uncomfortable feeling (or sensation, or whatever it was; it kind of made his skin crawl a little, whatever it was) of sitting right where Abe had inexplicably died the night before. It wasn't really squeamishness, or sympathy for the guy; mostly he didn't like the thought that something invisible had killed someone right where he was sitting, and could theoretically do the same to him at any given moment.

But he'd been around awhile, and until Abe, nothing invisible had attacked him regardless of what Xigbar had said, and never in his room, so he was just going to have to take it on faith that whatever it was wasn't going to bother with him any more than it ever had. Besides, he'd promised to meet Hanatarou -

...oh. Um. And he'd promised to meet Kvothe. He'd kind of forgotten they were both going to be coming at the same time...well, Kvothe was a musician, too, wasn't he? He probably wouldn't mind listening to Hanatarou's song before they went to patient possessions. And - hey, maybe Hanatarou could help with Kvothe's hand! He'd said he was a healer or something, right?

Cheered up significantly despite his double-booking mistake, Demyx set to work on Hanatarou's song. Something soft and low-key, definitely, understated but nice and upbeat despite that...

Today was really trying to rain on her parade, wasn't it?

Well, it wasn't gonna work! Hanna was determined to stay strong and cheerful, in spite of Kenshin throwing a mega bitchfit and that the chick from the library being… Yeah. Her flightiness had been bad enough, but the half glossed-over memories had bordered on terrifying. Had she really been that far gone? It had to have been the meds. Just the meds. Yuffie was a douchey, semi-sociopathic klepto ninja thing, but even in that imagined world of hers, she hadn't gone around slashing people to ribbons for fun. Had she? Ugh, Hanna didn't even know anymore. Crazy people were capable of crazy stuff

Hanna's gut clenched just thinking about it, and she turned determinedly back to her lunch. The food wasn't exactly great, but it was better than some of the stuff she'd eaten. Like Stan's Deep fried Twinkie and mashed banana hot pot. Or, y'know, the normal stuff that teenage semi-runaways ate. Craptastic sandwiches and super economy potato chips, when she could get them, and whatever was in Tiffany's fridge when she couldn't. Dignity was dignity, and dignity was important, but being able to scratch a living from a rock was a handy life skill to have.

Stuffing another few chips in her mouth, Hanna did her best to ignore the door—and, by proxy, anybody who happened to come through it. Nostalgia trip aside, hadn't the Head Nurse said something about a whole new batch of crazycakes? Now she'd feel even more like a sardine than ever. Great.

[ For Cloud? :D ]

Even before he got sick, Sean had enjoyed reading. His teachers had always said that he read 'ahead of his age group', but he figured that was just because he read more than most kids his age did. He liked everything: fantasy, science fiction, biographies, journal articles... There was just something satisfying about holding a book--something someone poured a lot of effort into producing--to Sean.

Today, though, he didn't want to get into anything particularly heavy or involved. No psychology textbooks for him today--he was going to read something fictional. Pulling what looked like an interesting science fiction novel off the shelves, he cracked it open and began to read happily. Oliver would find him soon enough and no doubt interrupt him, so he'd just read as much as he could for now.

[For Badou]

This was a really, really bad idea.

Of course, Demyx wasn't the type to have very many good ideas, or at least ones that didn't pertain to music or ducking out of work. He knew he wasn't the brightest guy - something that had always been thrown into sharp relief in the Organization, full of scientists and people with no emotions or, in most cases, any senses of humor whatsoever to get in the way of them thinking way too hard about things - but when it came to sitars and survival instinct, he knew his intellect was, like, Mensa-level at least.

Which completely failed to explain why he was venturing out of his room, alone and unarmed and with some pretty weak powers to fall back on. But he kept seeing phantom blood on his sheets, and it was starting to really creep him out; he didn't think he could stay in his room tonight.

Maybe he could find Sora, or Xigbar, or even Luxord; he knew he wasn't exactly on the best of terms with the other Nobodies at the moment, but he still considered them friends, even if he got the feeling that had become kind of a one-way street these days.

[To here.]

[From here]

After Tyki rounded the corner and headed into the block's main hallway, he paused to lit himself a cigarette. It pretty much sucked that the only time he could actually smoke was during the night thanks to the bothersome staff.

Not to mention they weren't easily to come by, either. Why did Cheating Boy go and disappear before giving him his seven packages? He could've at least waited until after delivering those. Or even after the Noah could got around to finish the job. At least this place had people like Sylar and Miss Shinigami to keep his black side occupied. But with his those bothersome burns, it probably wasn't very smart to pick a fight. Not that he was one of those impulsive warrior-types, but he liked his fun. The thrill of the kill and all that.

At least for now, he had a couple of boring hallways to travel through.

[For Demyx]

Once again, it was Nurse Lydia who took over the daily announcements just after the jingle came on. She didn't seem to waste any time and launched right in.

"Hello, everyone. Dr. Landel will be taking over for the last announcement of the day, but for now, I will continue in his stead. Presently, our nurses will escort you to your rooms, where dinner will be served. Tonight, the menu consists of herb chicken, mashed potatoes, asparagus, and carrots. Dessert is a brownie."

After one of her conspicuous pauses, she added:

"A double-fudge brownie."

It seemed as if someone had been coaching her from the background. At any rate, she stiffly finished the announcement with: "The Head Doctor will speak with you soon."

The intercom clicked off.

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Soubi was restless. Demyx had provided a distraction from thoughts of Seimei and Soubi had other things to distract him once he was with Ritsuka. Now he just had to make sure Kio was sticking around and not sneaking off.

He'd been pacing by the door for only a minute before the intercom clicked on and the doors clicked open. He was out in a flash, waiting at the door of the room next door.

He wanted to move quickly. Make the exchanges he needed to and... set to work on this. Oh, and Ritsuka wanted to see Miku. Soubi was jealous curious about that...

Hello! I.R.I.S. here once more to announce to you, our honored guests, that you have officially made it through a day of our typical Landel's treatment. Of course, it isn't quite over: we will now have you retire to our designated patient quarters with one of your agency partners to inspect their sleeping area and the tools that we provide them with for the true bulk of our behavioral testing. On an added note, we would like you to notice once again that the meals we provide to our subjects are of the highest quality.

For those of you feeling apprehensive about taking part in our more intensive methods, please be aware that we would never imagine putting all of you in any danger whatsoever. This last shift will be your last at our Institute; afterward, we will escort you to our Head Doctor's personal observation station to survey some of our test Next-Wave participants in the rigorous trials we put them through – all for their betterment, of course.

Once again, we hope that you are satisfied with what you find, and as always, direct any questions you may have to your console.

The nurses began to escort the patients to their rooms. They didn't even seem to be brought to awareness by words such as "testing" and "subjects."

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The princess felt a little better after her talk with Soma. It cheered her up to have made a friend - from what she was quickly learning about this place, the more friends you had, the better off you were. It gave her a little more hope, after what had been said about the Head Doctor. And if there was anything in this world she was good at doing, it was holding on to a spark of hope as long as possible.

She didn't particularly pay attention to what room she walked into as she crossed the Sun Room, and was a little surprised that it looked like the room her art classes took place in back when she was a student. Well, that could be a little fun, couldn't it?

Euphy took a few pieces of brightly colored paper and a set of markers and sat down at one of the tables, then started idly doodling.

[free for playing with glitter with.]

The day had been nice, albeit a hungry one. The Scarecrow had given his breakfast bag to Scourge, then he'd apparently missed Lunch by wandering about and contemplating his existence and coming into the Spa and such. Thinking took up so much time, and massages seemingly took up even more. It didn't seem like it'd been very long- maybe the strong odor of the place had some sort of special effect on the human body where it made time pass faster somehow. There were so many things he couldn't explain, and he didn't feel like trying at the moment. He sat in the comfy chair with his eyes closed, attempting to learn how not to think so much. This seemed so backward. It should be thinking that was hard, not not-thinking.

At least the whole 'massage' experience had been nice, and made his body feel a lot more like his old self: loose, less stiff, more free, as strange as it sounded. The kind lady had left him to his thoughts when she was finished, encouraging him to relax for a while. Maybe that while was where all the time had gone; by the time he opened his eyes, most of the light had disappeared from outside. Surely he'd not missed the bus ride back to the institute- one would think the nurses would notice a missing patient, despite how many of them there were.

He sat up from his chair, hearing noise from the front room. Maybe it was the woman who'd led him in here, or the other one who'd given him the massage, or maybe another one of the institute's residents had come into the establishment. It didn't seem to be any of those options, but a different person altogether- someone who seemed to be having some trouble walking straight as they sort of shambled around the lobby. The Scarecrow was naturally inclined to help him- after all, he'd needed help learning to walk right, himself. Maybe this guy was also some sort of a non-human who was adjusting to a human body? That'd mean they'd have something in common, and making new friends was always high on the to-do list.

Climbing off the chair, the Scarecrow walked into the entry room and toward the unbalanced man. "You need some help, sir?" he asked, using his more formal tone. The poor guy seemed ill, and far beyond a simple lack of balance and walking grace. As the former strawman neared him, the stranger lurched at him with an unusual movement, his teeth gnashing wildly as he let loose a ghastly moan. He caught the Scarecrow by surprise- thankfully, his own unbalance was his saving grace: his ankle twisted awkwardly has he stepped backward, causing his leg to collapse sideways underneath him. The lurching man missed and fell face-first to the floor, but that didn't hinder him much. He was already making it to his feet again as the Scarecrow scrambled toward the door, still attempting to regain his own footing.