[From here.]

The hall seemed deserted, with no one else up here yet. Elena wondered if everyone was outside or something, the way they'd tried to go that first night. But they had a mission to accomplish, and hopefully they could find what Rude was looking for.

"We should keep going, right?" she asked. "I don't think these rooms are right from the map..."

[from here]

No one else appeared to be in the hallway. It should've been good news, but Archer still found it disconcerting. There were usually other patients around by now, but he couldn't be certain. His sense of time felt off in this place.

He might as well move on, since he was short on time. Not to mention that he didn't want to risk getting attacked.

[to here]

[From here]

In the incredibly boring and uneventful hallway that followed, Tyki paused. He guessed he was pretty early, considering there was a huge lack of anyone around. No monsters or not even other patients. The thing there wasn't a lack of, though, were directions to head in to. And that was pretty much the question that kept the Noah occupied right now;

Where to?

[For Peter Petrelli!]

[From here.]

He was quick to approach the hallway leading into the Sun Room and consequently, his first obstacle of the night. With an intake of breath, Ken slowed his pace to a walk, his eyes focused on the space between the double doors. Nothing.

That, however, could change once he ventured inside. It happened the same time yesterday; it was bound to happen tonight. Whatever occurred, he would have to follow through with the plan he'd concocted during dinner: run. If not run, fight until escape was possible. That should hopefully get the boy to where he needed to be.

After a close inspection of the entrance, Ken brought his spear into his hands and walked in.

[To here.]

[From here.]

For once, this hall was devoid of traffic, though people were beginning to appear in the adjacent areas. Ken simply looked on and ran, seeing little point in staying in one place.

[To here.]

Nightshift tended to prove just as lackluster as Dinner. At least Tyche was there to give the Gambler company for the previous shift (and she received most of his steak. Enjoy it as he may, he just never felt right about eating it). Without a roommate, there was little to complain about, so he simply watched as the kitten tunneled herself under his blankets and mocked the Head Doctor as he spoke.

He almost wished Mr. Radio would revive himself like the savior everyone else thought he was and get back into Landel's bed so the imbecile would shut up. Really, and Sora complained about his habitual monologues. Though Luxord supposed he would go off just as much if someone handed him a microphone and told him to taunt an entire building. Perhaps that was the issue with Xemnas? He'd have to remember that.

As for the night... yes, he did promise the night to Lust, did he not? It was unfortunate that he had absolutely no idea what her room number was. He'd just have to venture out and hope Luck was on his side once more.

[Went wandering over here]

[from here]

There was no one in the hallway at all when Toboe turned the corner, slowing from his run for a brief moment to look around. No, there really was no one there...they probably were still getting ready for the night.

He walked toward the next hallway down, peeking to see the number at the end of the hallway. That was 20, he thought...It would be one more down then, wouldn't it? This reading thing wasn't that hard...

"Well, here goes..." He took off down the second hallway.

[to here]

Keman retreated to libraries almost instinctively. He liked books. Books were simpler to deal with, and they didn't change. No matter what, the ending always stayed the same. Even if it was a bad ending, that ending was still a constant. Constants were good. They didn't surprise him, didn't show up out of nowhere and throw everything off kilter.

This had.

His mother. They'd taken Alara and done horrible things to her. Made her forget, fed her lies. He wouldn't wish it on anyone, not even Myre. And that was what would happen to him, too, if he wasn't careful. He'd lose himself completely. He was already slipping, already more halfblood than dragon. How long before halfblood turned to human, and Keman became Calvin?

At any rate, he needed to tell Shana everything that had happened. Alara was her mother, too. Keman left a note for his sister on the board, letting her know where he'd be, and then pulled the largest book he could find off the shelf: The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. It looked to be a massive collection of plays and poetry. Good. Opening it to a random page, he settled down and began to read.

[for Shana (and Valyn and Shadow?)]

Miku hurried away from her new friends (and kitten) to the cafeteria. For some reason she was just terribly ravenous. Her nurse smiled, relieved that her patient had finally chose to eat something and wouldn't continue that backslide into poor health. She loaded the girl's plate with French toast and fruit, dusted the bread in powdered sugar and a bit of cherries in red-red syrup and sent the girl to sit.

"There we are, Alice, a nice healthy meal," she cooed, and patted Miku's head. Miku sighed, but carefully cut into her meal and started eating, keeping her eye out for Sousuke.

[In M13 to start]

Homura had spent the time for dinner in thought, to such a degree that he all but ignored Shito during the meal. He was trying to think, not like his future self would have, because that was all but impossible. Still, after his decisions that day, he wanted to take measures to help the group he had gathered. The position of leader was no longer his, and rightfully so with his utter inexperience. But there had to be something he could contribute, be it input or observations made with what he knew now--anything he could add that would possibly help them all escape.

And of course, there was the matter of fighting.

His body had the tone of a well-trained warrior. It was surprising in some ways, to find much harder muscle beneath the skin than what had been there only days ago in his memory. Yet Homura knew that would only go so far in battles, and that he would need experience to be of use in that area. So when the call for night came, he moved over to the closet, standing in the doorway and looking at the sword.

It had the shape of Nataku's blade. Somehow it didn't surprise Homura to find out that this was the case.

Once again, Sheena ended up with a broken pen and ink stains on her hands. She glared at the offending writing utensil and then sighed. At least she had some spell cards again and she'd taken extra time to make sure they were done right this time since the ones she made last night had all mysteriously smudged come morning. She left the small amount of crumpled up paper laying on the floor as she ripped her sheet up and folded a long strip properly and then tied it about her waist, perfect bow in the back with the long ends hanging down (the way she liked it), fashioning an obi. It felt more comfortable and she had a better place to put her cards.

The summoner broke off a teeny tiny piece of fudge and wrapped it in it's own piece of paper to take along. She thought Tamaki might like it. With a grab of her cards, Sheena slipped out of her room to go collect Raine. She wondered if she'd run into Forte again. Then again, if Forte ran into any monsters, she'd probably hear him clear across the building.

[to here]

[Coming from here]

So they still had to deal with one of the brainwashed patients tonight; the rest were being carted off for experimentation. Something had changed in the routine. There'd been a pattern earlier, one night to those "trials", the others for the brain-washed patients. But tonight was different for some reason.

So what made it change?

Sanzo was suspicious of sudden change, mostly because it always signaled something was up.

Was it because of that "Jill" pissing Landel off? Or just pure whim?

Whatever the reason, it wouldn't do the patients any favors.

[from here]

The patient corridor widened out as it hit the Main Hall. Patients were already moving about, his senses told him, but he was unable to identify who they were. Qui-Gon moved on in the darkness.

[to here]

Rukia filed out of the bus with the other prisoners, shivering a little in the cool autumn air. She was a little irked that the nurses hadn't given her mittens on this trip. Forced to stuff her hands in to the pockets of her jeans, Rukia hunched her shoulders and wandered to the edge of the park before turning around to look for anyone she knew.

Nurses and orderlies were already milling about, supervising and watching the prisoners. Rukia's plan was to get a hold of something - anything - that she could use as a weapon when they returned to the Institute that night. It would be difficult with so many staff members around, but she was determined; the last thing she wanted was to be trapped on the buses again with no weapon.

Wally woke as the intercom crackled to life and was surprised to find himself back in his room. The last thing he'd remembered was feeling relieved at finally beating off those dragonfly-lizard things. There'd been that weird intercom message, then... he wasn't quite sure what had happened after that, but he was certain it hadn't involved falling asleep. He'd be half-wondering if he'd dreamed the whole thing if it hadn't been for the nagging ache on his back and ankle from where he'd been bitten. A quick check revealed they'd been bandaged, apparently while he'd slept. He wondered if he had Kal to thank for that. Maybe he'd get the chance to ask later.

He jumped as the door swung open to admit the familiar face of the nurse who'd woken him yesterday. "Up already, are we?" she said cheerfully as she busied herself pulling out clothes. A blue shirt and a pair of jeans were passed to him. Wally blinked, he hadn't been here long, but he'd gotten the impression that the grey-and-smiley-face combo was standard.

"Does this mean I'm being released?" he asked, hope creeping into his voice.

The nurse turned back to him, pity etched on her features. "I'm afraid not, dear." She smiled brightly as she continued, "but today's when all the patients get a special field trip into town! Won't that be a treat!"

Wally stared at the clothes, his mind working away. He'd been trying to get into town and to a phone last night before he'd been attacked. But if they were going in today, this might be the perfect chance for him to contact the Justice League. He smiled warmly and thanked the nurse as she left to allow him to change, then happily allowed himself to be led to one of the buses, picking a seat about halfway down and sliding in to look out the window. It seemed like today was going to be brighter than yesterday, at least in the area of possible phone calls and rescues. About the only dark patch he could see was that the contents of his paper-bag breakfast were going to be nowhere near enough to fill the yawning pit that had taken the place of his stomach, and even that was tolerable when he was positive he wasn't going to be here much longer.

"And you say that time goes rushing by, but it seems so slow to me, and you see a blur around you fly, but it takes too long, it seems so slow to me..." he sung absently.

[Oh Captain, my Captain~]

From here

Fortunately, the library was an unlocked door, which was good, because Envy really didn't want to draw attention to himself by struggling to force it open.  He slipped in, just as casually as anything, and adjusted to the dim light inside.  As the thought came to him, he picked up one of the hardcover books from its shelf and slid it in the doorway, so that a crack of light shone in, and the automail girl would get the impression that somebody was inside; somebody friendly who was inviting her in. 

Of course, this also meant other unwanted people might come to explore, but Envy brought plenty of syringes with him in the case that that happened, and he could do away with them easily enough; dispose of them with a solid blow to the head and be done with it.  For the girl though; he had nothing on his mind so plain as just killing her.

He fingered one of the syringes and fantasized about how it would happen.  She would come in, bright eyed and optimistic, calling out for her parents that were promised to be in this place.  He would say something (he would have to practice the voice; he'd only heard those doctors speak once and hadn't memorized their voices carefully) or perhaps simply cough as if ill, and pique her interest.  And he would take her quickly by ambush when she came near; stick her with the sedative and watch her crumble.  She would experience much less pain after being sedated, but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make to prevent her struggling, since she had a fairly strong arm with blunt objects and while he normally wouldn't have cared, Envy was not as scratch resistant in this place as he normally was.  Besides, if not in pain, she would scream in horror as he carefully, delicately broke each of her fingers, joint by joint, with loving precision.  And he would let her go then, watch her break down as she realized her hands could no longer fix or heal.  Watch Edward's fury grow.  It was only a matter of time before the boy's anger made him do something stupid.

And then, he would flaunt it.  Show That Man just how easily his favored son had succumbed to insanity and his own death by Envy's hands.  Just as his father soon would.


Envy had come to this institute thinking he was in Hell.  Now, he discovered, under his own control, it was becoming quite the opposite. 

[from here]

This was a bit more like it. Definitely a different outside area than she'd been earlier. It looked a bit like a football field, but why a hospital would have one of those... Although, why a hospital would be staffed by cats was an equally good question, but New New York had those, didn't it?

The beam of her flashlight didn't go very far, so Rose moved deeper into the field, looking around for some form of life, alien or otherwise.

[From Here]

Taking up the rusted old lock in hand, Hohenheim investigated it. It appeared that the locking mechanism itself was intact, but the rust would make it weaker. He turned the lock over as much as possible before determining the proper angle to hit the internal mechanism to have it open with the least amount of force required. He turned his flashlight and brought it down on the lock, listening for the click and drop of the lock. It happened without causing too much damage to his flashlight, something which he was quite certain that he could repair if needed.

Drawing the broken lock off, he tucked it into his pocket and pulled open the door to the shed. He pointed his flashlight inside and peered around at all the organized equipment. He spied the baseball bats and pushed his way into the shed to grasp a wooden one then grabbed one of the aluminum ones.

He tapped the aluminum one on the side of the door, finding that it was indeed hollow. That was part of the sport, he thought, but he had never entirely been interested in such matters. The metal was malleable enough to cast force down the entirety of the bat, but if too much force was applied in one place, it would evidently buckle and dent. It would have to be reinforced, though having wood inside would do that.

Looking at the wooden baseball bat, he tapped it against the door before feeling along the length of the bat. The wood felt a little brittle and dry, and it didn't seem like the wood was the best quality. There was little he could do except alter the basic structure of the wood to strengthen it, but it would be best wrapped in a stronger material to keep the wood from shattering. The bat was a good size to fit inside the aluminum one, so it would be an easy transmutation.

He went back to grab another two baseball bats, laying them out on the floor. He had his materials, so now he simply needed the draw out the transmutation circle to fuse their elementary components together. He began to work on the floor of the Activity's Shed.

[Waiting for Yuuri & Wolfram]

[From Here]

Passing through the open doorway, he flashed his light around to make certain that there was nothing potentially dangerous lurking in the hallway. It seemed clear as far as his eyes could tell, so he hurried on. Well, he hurried as much as an old man like himself with things to do would hurry. There was no point in running, as he would save such activities for if he was being chased.

He hoped that Yuuri would be alright making it to the Recreational Field by himself. The youth seemed good-hearted even if a little absentminded. The boy would be fine, he told himself.

[To Here]