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So close. So very close. The flashlight-wielding, ponytailed asshole's door was the first one in the hallway. He hadn't seen the guy's tail end on the way here, so a few more steps was all it would take.

"Calvin, the whole reason we have scheduled mealtimes is so that our patients can eat!"

Keman marveled at how severe his short, plump nurse could look. She wasn't fooling anyone, of course, but it was an admirable effort. The dragon shrugged. "But I was talking. I forgot to eat." He'd long given up trying to insist that his name was Kemanorel, not Calvin Jacobs. It was just too much of a headache.

The nurse gave the napkin full of food that he had tried to smuggle out of the cafeteria a disapproving glance. "All right," she said heavily, and Keman rolled his eyes. Honestly. It was just food! "I'll let this go just this once. Now, I know you don't want to do Arts and Crafts, so just be a good boy and stay here in the Sun Room, all right?"

Thus free of his obnoxious watchdog, Keman found a couch and stretched out on it, grinning happily. It seemed like Valyn's hurts weren't going to be that lasting, and Max had taken the revelation of what he really was in stride. All in all, not a bad morning...even if he'd had better. He was still feeling a little drained from all the magic he had used last night, so maybe he'd be able to take a little nap.

After eating, of course.

The young dragon-turned-halfblood popped a strawberry into his mouth and closed his eyes. There really was quite a bit to be said about two-legger food. Especially the sweet things.

Day came too soon.

Sora hadn't been able to find Rena, had instead been forced to crumple onto the grass of the recreational field and bleed all over himself, and hadn't even accomplished what he'd been sent out to do. What he'd been entrusted to do. He didn't know how he was going to be able to face Renji and the others, but he also knew he wasn't going to hide from them, either. That would just be low, after all, and he was ready to face up to the consequences.

He didn't try to make excuses for himself. Even though there had been a Special Counseling patient, they had managed to take her down by sheer numbers. The fact that he hadn't seen any sign of Rena was what had him the most worried. He hoped he could find her today.

The boy laid in his bed for a good while that morning before his nurse finally came in to collect him. She clucked over the bandages wrapped tightly around his chest and leg, and asked him if he was okay to walk.

Once Sora assured her he was fine (he didn't really want to use crutches, as that would just attract attention to himself, and he didn't need others worrying over him), they made their way to the cafeteria. Sora yawned and winced against the bright light of morning - it seemed even earlier than usual, and he realized why when they entered the cafeteria and found it empty.

The boy shuffled over to grab a chocolate chip pancake, a bowl of cereal, and a glass of milk (good for the bones, or so his mom had always told him) before settling at a table. He kept an eye on the door, hoping he would see Rena walking in soon.

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The hallways were eerily silent tonight; Rukia just hoped she was moving quickly, and that something more sinister wasn't going on. Passing by the first few hallways, Rukia turned right when she saw M10.

This corridor looked almost the same. Still quiet, though now he noticed more people about. At least that meant he hadn't run into any monsters. He ran along the hall until he saw the door that had caused him and Dr. Birkin so much trouble. From the day now, he knew that at the end of this hall was almost a lobby with the hall to the Sun Room and Cafeteria to the left. He didn't want to go there, so this was the end of the blocks. Right? No bathroom. He must have missed something.

Armand backtracked until he found another door that opened easily.

Qui-Gon was in a mixed mood. On one hand, the maps from young Artemis Fowl would be incredibly helpful, and he had made sure to make extra copies for himself, Obi-Wan and anyone else he might pass it onto in the future. On the other, the intercom announcement was more than a little worrying. He had heard mention of other patients being taken for experimentation, only to released on their friends; it looked like that was true, if Martin Landel was to be believed.

The Jedi Master sighed, collecting the flashlight and the small collection of metal utensils that he'd collected with Obi-Wan last night. His meditation into the Force had been only slightly more fruitful than before, but he was nowhere near strong enough to help as much as he would like. There was no doubt in his mind that he wouldn't be able to use the Force to persuade the experimented patients that no, they didn't really want to hunt down their fellows, and they should listen to him just because he said so.

He wasn't too sure about the other areas mentioned, but he did know enough to avoid the Sun Room for now. Stepping outside, Qui-Gon prepared himself. Tonight his grasp on the Force wasn't as strong as it had been when Obi-Wan was knighted. But even now he could feel the swirl of anger, fear, and hate around him, dotted with the moving "holes" that were the Earthian creatures and the staff. The fear and anger, he was unfortunately familiar with. The galaxy, despite the efforts of good people, was a regrettably nest of such emotions. But the holes in the Force, the sense of void, would never be familiar.

And he would have to watch for both, it seemed. The dangers tonight wouldn't just be the creatures, or the staff. Qui-Gon turned and headed down the hall, extending his senses as far as he was able.

Christ. Brock didn't like the sound of the intercom tonight; considering how Landel was gloating, it sounded like they'd done the same experimental bs they'd done earlier with Luffy...although this time there appeared to be some kind of warning as to where these wackos would be wandering around. So long as it wasn't Luffy, they didn't care though. And listening to the description, Brock was pretty damn sure it wasn't Parker either.

Shame.

They might be weakened, but they would've loved an excuse to duke it out with their favorite neighboorhood Spider.

But of course that wouldn't be possible tonight anyway. That symbiote and its Kasady-Host are ours tonight, the symbiote hissed angrily. Young they may be, but they've gone too far to go unpunished. Oh, Brock hadn't forgotten. It was hours after the fact, but the anger was just as fresh as it was this morning. No one acted all buddy-buddy with Parker - much less in the showers, goddamit - than him, and definitely not Kasady. If they weren't going to beat in Parker's skull - figuratively speaking (they didn't want to injure him permanently after all - then they would go for the next best thing and beat in Kasady's. Literally speaking.

Brock slipped out the door as soon as it clicked open, leaving his roommate to his devices. They weren't entirely sure where Kasady's room was, but they would find out. The younger Host probably hadn't fed yet, which would be to their advantage. Licking his lips, Brock headed down the pitch-black hall, searching for that strange feel of another symbiote in the air. At night it was more difficult to pick him out, but he wasn't going to let this slide without beating the lesson of stay-the-fuck-away-from-Parker into Kasady.

Seeing as Roy was on his own when the intercom came on to announce the beginning of night, there was nothing to distract him from listening to the message Landel had for them. It was all rather cryptic, but most of it seemed to be in reference to the poor three who had gotten taken for brainwashing this time around. None of it rang any bells with him, so he was going to assume people he knew weren't involved. It didn't make it any less upsetting, but at least he didn't have to prepare to run into a friend who wanted him dead.

He was used to leaving his room the moment he heard the locks click, but that wasn't how it would be working tonight. The alchemist had finished his meal, so he sat on his bed, glancing first down at the metal he had ready and then over at his sleeping roommate. Hopefully his visitors wouldn't wake Otacon.

As for the 'underground' part of that announcement, he did recall a time when there had been talk of a basement, but that had been back before the building had warped itself twice. It was possible there still was one, but he wasn't going to think about that now. He already had a plan for the night, and he would rather stick to it than get distracted by the newest 'clue.'

Though for now, all he could do was wait.

Huang was waiting as normal for his new patient on one of his arm chairs instead of behind the desk. He was feeling relaxed this morning, which he supposed was a good thing considering that he had work to do.

There were folders of paperwork on his ignored desk that he had brought with him too look over during lunch.

He wondered who would be coming through his door first.

Gluttony didn't want to leave his Lust, not after he'd just found her!  But the mean tasty nurses said he had to.  "You can't join her in the women's showers" was a bad excuse.  He didn't like the mean tasty nurses.  Maybe Lust would let him eat them later.  Still, he knew he would see his Lust again, and that was good.  He liked Lust.  She was good and beautiful and smart and kind.  Why did they have to take him away from his Lust?

Still, he would see her again.  And she would tell him it was okay to eat the tasty nurses, and that would be good.  His new friend liked eating people, too.  That made him happy to find a friend who shared a love for eating people.  Today was a very good day.

As he entered the showers, he stood under a shower head and opened his mouth wide to drink up the water.  It wasn't as good as eating people, or eating waffles that didn't scream when he bit into them so weren't nearly as good as eating people, but it was still swallowing something, and that made him feel better.

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If a being that lacked his heart could somehow have a heart attack, Xemnas would certainly have one as soon as the radio broke the deafening silence. As the man blurted his message, the Nobody found himself torn between listening to said message or trying to silence it. It would seem he had no choice in the matter, even despite the possible foes the noise would certainly attract. If it was possible for Xemnas to do so, he would certainly regret bringing the item along this little trip.

Naturally a curious man, the message was merely fuel to the fire. Where the Dead rested..., certainly some of the patients must have perished during their stay, leaving a mere corpse behind. There was no graveyard to speak of, yet those bodies needed to be stored somewhere...

Even so, the Superior had no idea where he could find such a place, as he still hadn't fully mapped the institute. Added to the fact he still had no decent weapon...it seemed incredibly unwise to pursue the supposed clue unless he would have some means to defend himself. There was also the possibility it was a trap. How much could this man of the radio be trusted, after all? What could be said of him?

He continued ascending the stairs, eventually reaching the very spot he had been a few nights ago. He had gone straight ahead back then, now there were both the options of left and right. After a moment's pause, he finally chose to head left.

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Larsa was still shaken by the time the lights went off and the doors unlocked, simply unable to move from his bed. He knew not of the circumstances that brought the nurses into the cramped room in the first place, but many a time he liked to think that he had a good intuition about these things. And at that moment he led himself to believe that his roommate was in grave danger, and without aid would face nothing but tragedy.

Already his mind was racing with various plans, all of which fell short due to his lack of physical stature. He did not want to admit being weak, as he was reminded of what happened one year ago when was not strong enough to stop his brother’s monstrous plans. But even then he knew he must be wise and think this through, and time was surely of the essence.

The sudden rapping made Larsa jump, but he drew a shaky breath to call out to whomever was on the other side of the door.

"C-come in."

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-Two notes are laid neatly on each bed.-

To those whom arrived for Adelheid,

I am in grief to inform you that he will not be available for tonight. I am unable to give you such details as to why, but please lend us your hope in that we all see through this in the morrow. Be not troubled, it is all in good hands.

~Adelheid’s roommate, Larsa

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To those whom arrived for me,

I’ve been swept with a sudden emergency and therefore I cannot accompany you tonight. Please see through this night and I will apologize for my absence tomorrow.

~Larsa

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Xemnas briefly paused as he reached the staircase, his orange eyes slightly narrowing as he gazed upwards, trying to determine whether something above waited, or not.

The Darkness didn't provide him the slightest moving shadow, nor any sounds broke the everlasting silence. For now, both the stairs and the immediate area around it were void of anything remotely sentient.

With that, the Nobody silently climbed the stairs.

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Xemnas had quickly made it into the next hallway, noticing he was one of the few patients sneaking around in the darkness. It seemed no abominations had appeared thus far either, which was something he wanted to make use of as long as possible.

Not lingering for too long, he carefully headed to the nearest staircase.

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As soon as the doors had unlocked, Xemnas already headed outside. His amber eyes scanned the dark hallway, but there were patients nor monsters lurking within the darkness. Keeping his flashlight off as to avoid any unwanted attention, the Superior quickly proceeded.

He was aiming for another visit to the second floor, hopefully to get as much exploring done as possible. The Nobody didn't care to take any other patients along the way. Conversation and planning was best to be saved for the dayshift, after all.

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So far no stupid distractions.

Albel quickly proceeded into the next hallway, carefully scanning the darkness for any scum lurking within it (though without a flashlight, it made it pretty difficult to see anything).

Eventually, the Captain reached the door leading to the recreational field. As he turned the doorknob, he felt the cold chill from outside on his face. Without lingering too long, he headed outside.

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Without ever having seen Trevelyan, the doors opened, and suddenly people were moving about with purpose. That was enough cause for concern, if you subtracted the last intercom post. Cruel bastard.

Even without a contract ever being made, Hell received guys like him with open arms. It wasn't supposed to be a cheery thought, but it settled his mind. He had to find more answers and less questions. Still, the latest talk of the 'new patients' had piqued his interest. Were they also going to wake up in the cell blocks with no idea how they'd gotten here too?

Ren sighed, and wandered out the door of M10.

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Renji entered the other MBlock without incident, actively avoiding having to go anywhere near other patients. He was quick, even if he was slower than normal; few people were out anyway.

He half expected Rukia to already be there, ready to ask for answers that he couldn't give her. She was quick when she wanted to be, quicker than him, even if the distance she had to cover was greater.

But she wasn't there. He had the half-hearted urge to just keep going to Ed's room in an attempt to escape the inevitable questions. But he stopped and set the bundle down, leaning against the wall as he waited. He didn't want to do that to her; she'd be so angry if he did. And... maybe, maybe she'd just be quiet and let him hold her for a little bit, because that was what he needed. She'd always been his loud, demanding, breathing security blanket.

But he doubted it would work like that. As he waited, he desperately searched for some plausible lie that he could tell her, that she might accept. But he could barely manage to convince other people when he lied; Rukia knew him too well.

Stretching had ensured Renji was no longer stiff and not terribly sore from. He had his equipment together: pens, radio, flashlight just in case, and no shoes. As the door open, he picked up his bundle of metal, went quickly past Hisoka, and hurried out into the hall.

Things to do, he told himself, things to do. Important things to focus on. He settled the bundle comfortably across his back and started for the exit of his block. He hurried along, but didn't run as he had on previous nights.