[Specifically M16]

Well, dinner did a lot of nothing. Chances were that Not-Noah would depart soon, so Luxord merely continued to pet Tyche (who had, by now, ceased her need to paw his chest in an attempt to make it softer or whatever reason cats did that and decided to curl up and sleep again). Knowing full well that he was lacking in the 'people who care' department, the Gambler already came to terms with the idea that no one would enter the room later, so he might as well sleep off the pain/pain-medication.

[from here]

One row over - first row in. Sai had stopped needing to look at the room numbers some time ago. He couldn't help but wonder if Usopp would be surprised to see him. His visits were a regular occurrence, but it wasn't as though he'd told the pirate he'd be coming this night in particular. He didn't think he'd be shooed away, but perhaps he should have asked?

[to here]

_{[About to make a new fan friend.]}

By the time Aidou arrived at the greenhouse, he was once again immersed in his own thoughts. Idle talk with Anise was over. Where the hell was Kyon? Nurses usually gave the excuse of “they’re sick” or “they’re sleeping,” which were no doubt lies, but given out during the instances where prisoners actually came back. They weren’t giving those excuses now. Just like they hadn’t with Akatsuki.

The vampire bit at his bottom lip as he walked towards the back.

He didn’t know why he found the greenhouse a bearable place to be--it was hot and sunny, a human-maintained place that a vampire shouldn’t want to be. It had life in it, however. Plants might not have liked him, but he didn’t mind plants, even when they were poorly tended to like these ones. Roses, what the girls enjoyed caring for. Sunflowers. Japanese flowers.

Near the back, Aidou took a seat on a bench situated between two palm trees, and turned slightly so that he rested his back against a trunk. There weren’t any true night-blooming flowers, though… which made things infinitely lonely. He crossed his legs, then folded his arms over his stomach before closing his eyes. He should consider direction to take with the coming night--all he knew was that he couldn’t get caught up in the same useless routines. Even the intercom announcements had had a change in tone; things were changing. He needed to, as well.

Renamon blinked, and suddenly she was laying flat in the bed she had originally woke up in. The timing was impeccable, accenting Orihime's explanation perfectly. She just hoped that she hadn't freaked the girl out with her little disappearing act. She quickly shifted out of bed, and grabbed the journal she had wrote notes in last night, and jotted down another page. No sooner did she finish did her ever-so-friendly nurse come to collect her. Renamon didn't respond to the nurse's excited talk of making friends and breakfast, and simply followed her, journal in hand.

She paused at the Sunroom to leave a message on the Bulletin Board to Toboe. Hopefully the wolf had simply gotten lost, and wasn't truly gone. On the other hand, maybe she should be hoping that the boy had found a way out, and a way home. No use overly worrying about it now.

She continued to the Cafeteria, only pausing to take a plain muffin and water. It seemed she was early. She sat at a table near the wall, scanning over her notes and waiting for her breakfast date.

[Waiting for Kairi and Sora]

Sanosuke hadn't quite been ready to part ways from Kenshin, but his nurse was insistent, and she was offering food. That second thing was what really got Sano off the couch and headed to the cafeteria. And at the very least, the thing about Okita had been settled, which meant the fighter could focus on his meal.

That may or may not have been a good thing, though.

What the hell was it with these people and their obsession with flat folding things to eat with? Sanosuke had thought that western countries could at least figure out chopsticks at some point. Simple, easy, uncomplicated, glorious chopsticks. But no, instead it was all weird bread things that randomly exploded all over Sanosuke without it being his fault whatsoever. And orange rice, which was just impossible to forgive, but thankfully had yet to reappear.

And as if that hadn't been bad enough, now the weird flat bread things weren't even round anymore. No, Sanosuke was left with some odd triangle shape, peppers that smelled a lot hotter than the kinds he was used to, and this sort of dust that Pinky called cheese, and promised would be good if Sanosuke just tried it.

Which Sano had heard before, plenty of times. Oh yes, he could count the number pretty easily, when Jo-chan tried her hand at some new recipe, some old recipe, or some recipe so simple that even Sanosuke could make it in his sleep, all of which she promised would be good this time, and none of which actually were.

Never stopped Sanosuke from eating them though. Free food was free food.

And dust or no, he'd eat this stuff too. The man had already decided to by the time he'd gotten to his seat. Between the smell and the rumbling in his stomach, Sano didn't figure he had much choice. He would just have to take his time, figure out the best way to go about eating it without getting the stuff all over his face again.

Simple. Had to be.

[Waiting for Zuko?]

So there would be two patients passing through this door this morning? Nothing Dr. Disraeli couldn't handle, but it did seem a bit odd for such an establishment to require double booking. Were they short on staff, or perhaps Dr. Landel just wanted to see how he, most likely they, would cope. Jizabel certainly would have done the same had he held the position of power here. Making underlings earn their pay was only half the fun. Unfortunately, being one of those underlings (for now) left no room for Dr. Disraeli to argue. He'd just have to deal with Misters Federline and Chen both before being allowed his break – an adult and a teenager should not be too difficult.

Though both their files had made mentions of fire and brimstone explosions.

Speaking of, it looked as though something had tried to explode in his left hand drawer. Closer inspection proved that it had instead been forced open from the outside. Far better than an explosive mishap resulting from an incorrectly labeled toxin he may have tossed in there before leaving. He knew he would not have been that careless.

But who had forced the drawer open? A colleague perhaps? Oh, but that would have been a bold move after only the first day. Of course, having seeing Professor Washu's lunchtime outburst, he wasn’t beyond speculating as to certain things. That the drawer had been pushed back was another point of consideration. Someone didn't want to get in trouble and had tried to hide their snooping. A spiteful co-worker would have preferred to decimate the office as a far clearer statement of contempt. Or that was at the very least how messages were conveyed in Delilah. No blood on the floor in this instance either. Pity.

He'd have to sort out a culprit later; the knock on the door indicated it was time to begin. Again calling for entrance - nothing in either patients' files had warranted a greeting at the door - he readied himself for another busy day.

After the couple glasses of water Leon managed to gulp down during breakfast, the mage felt immensely better. He was still a bit tired, but that was nothing a little lounging on one of the sofas wouldn't cure. Stretching his arms above his head, he couldn't help but wish he'd had the chance to grab one of his new doctor's coats before leaving his room that morning. Maybe they would have let him get away with wearing it. Maybe.

He grabbed an empty sofa, pulling out the journal he tried to keep on him at all times. It was nearly complete now. Just a couple more pages to go. It might not improve his spellcasting that much, but any improvement was better than none. It was getting to where it might be too dangerous for him to use spells at all, if it left him so worn out without even finishing a monster off.

Sylar's gears were still turning as the nurse and a burly orderly escorted him down long halls and through a strange, sunlit room. He'd been forced to drop his pen when the orderly had seen it, and since then, he'd realized that this place had better security than he'd originally anticipated, as well as a large population of patients. It looked like he'd have to bide his time for now, pretending to be this 'Zachary Blaine' and trying to figure out how the hell he'd gotten here.

His mind went over and over the events in Mohinder's lab, tracing every second that led up to his unconsciousness. According to the computer logs and the decked-out loft, Mohinder was working for the Company now, so had that woman with the electricity been an operative? Was this all a Company front? Even so, it didn't make sense for them to drop him off somewhere without any close supervision. They knew how dangerous he was. How special he was.

But right now, his abilities had been nullified and he was left only with the option of playing along. It was a very good thing that it was something he excelled at, even with his sudden loss of the cure clouding his thoughts and telling him to do something drastic.

Still, it was fun to take ahold of strings and let someone think they were pulling him when in fact he was the puppetmaster. Who knew? Maybe he could find a new toy now that his last one had worn out.

Sylar took his syrup-covered waffle to a table and tried to keep track of both the security and the people flooding in. Soon, he'd find an opening, a weak link he could exploit. It was only a matter of time.

[Coming from here.]

Daemon slipped out into the large, empty corridor, pausing in the doorway for a long moment to sweep the beam of his flashlight up and down either direction to make sure the path was clear, before motioning for his brother to follow him. Turning to his right, he headed for the next hall, knowing that if their father was heading out anywhere this night, he would have to come through there first.

[Going here.]

Axel yawned as he prepped up his equipment for tonight, shrugging on his coat with little effort before zipping it up to the middle of his chest. He wasn’t expecting anything action packed to happen, but he might as well strut down the halls in style. There really wasn’t much else for him to bring besides his weapon and flashlight, but he pocketed the radio anyway just incase.

The redhead made sure to do all of this as quietly as possible without waking his roommate up. He’d been meaning to approach Ashton about that bulletin post, but it wasn’t like they were going anywhere anytime soon.

Tapping the tips of his boots against the floor, the Nobody strode out of the door and quickly descended down the hallway. It was a good thing that Roy’s room was in the hall next to his. He was starting to get fed up with all the detours he had to make the night before.

[To here.]

[from here]

Anya finally arrived at her destination - front of the Sun Room, where Kimbley had said he'd meet her. She hadn't planned on being here first, but she couldn't help it if she was motivated and liked to take initiative, could she?

He could come from any direction, see the sword she was carrying, and run. On the other hand, if she tried to hide it, he'd know she was acting suspicious, whereas if she kept it in plain sight, he might just assume that she had it for protection against creepy-crawlies.

That was probably the best idea. The vengeance demon leaned the sword against the wall, close to her hand but not obviously threatening, and then leaned against the wall next to it.

After a couple of seconds, she looked down the hallway in both directions. The feeble beam of her flashlight couldn't penetrate far enough down the hall to see anything interesting, but Kimbley should've been here by now.

"Ever heard of punctuality, mister?" she muttered sarcastically to herself.

And then he was back in his room again. Sai frowned at the ceiling momentarily, but was soon sitting up. He was back in the Landel's uniform again, which really saved him the trouble of having to change, didn't it?

It was disappointing that he hadn't had the opportunity to finish his discussion with Usopp, but luckily they'd already made plans for the morning meal - to include their new cohort, of course. Hopefully whatever had been responsible for making Usopp act the way he had the night before had worn off with the sunrise. Otherwise things would get troublesome.

The moment his nurse came to get him he was ready to leave, and as usual she was pleased with how willing to go along with the daily routine he was, though he hardly offered her any attention. Breakfast was... unpleasant looking, so Sai stuck to milk and fruit. Finding a table, he didn't yet take a seat but stood so that the two men he'd be meeting with could spot him easier.

Time to get down to business.

[waiting for Usopp and Mello]

(From here.)

Apparently, now he wasn't even any good for picking locks. When he had asked if the entrance was in the refrigerator and Hitsugaya had confirmed that, the boy had reached into his pocket for his trusted syringe.

But then Hitsugaya ordered Renji to break the door down. In normal circumstances, Artemis would have made some comment about brute force and how crude it was, but he kept silent and watched Renji break the lock on the refrigerator. Now, more than ever, he was certain there was something wrong with him. He was feeling depressed of all things. Just because he was being overlooked? Shouldn't that make him angry or upset?

He stepped into the next room and was immediately glad he was wearing both his jacket and coat. Artemis didn't like snow, so he certainly wouldn't get along with a room set to at least 22 degrees Fahrenheit. At least... he hoped it was at that temperature.

Moving in the direction that Renji indicated, he immediately noticed a discolored tile on the floor. So that was it--the entrance to the secret of the Institute. It didn't look very epic, that was for certain.

Artemis kneeled down and slid the tile back, revealing a flight of stairs. He stood up and backed off, waiting for the Captain and Renji to make the first move.

[from here]

Renji slammed into the kitchen door full force, though not with the side he had Artemis on. The rusted out lock gave with a metallic shriek, the door springing wide open, and he fell through to the other side of the doorway, hitting the floor gracelessly. He shoved Artemis away and lunged to his feet, slamming the door shut behind Hitsugaya as soon as the captain had come through.

They just had to hope that there wasn't yet another opponent like that waiting in this room.

[[ from here. ]]

The strain of focusing on the troublesome lock for far longer than would have been necessary was making the spots dot her vision spectacularly now. River stumbled through the now-open door and into the empty cafeteria, slumping into a seat as she struggled to collect herself. The effort exerted in climbing the wall coupled with the focus needed to pick the lock, a lock she would've otherwise kicked open were it not for the eerie exhaustion she felt after landing in the Courtyard, was enough to send the stars in front of her eyes spinning in a maelstrom of white and blue and every color muted in black and white.

Hair hanging in her face, River bit her lip as she waiting for the spinning to stop.

[[from here]]

He wasn't sure just what awaited him as the boy with pale hair and glowing eyes dragged him across the tiled floor, but he was so bruised and beaten after their one-sided fight that he couldn't do much to stop it.  After hearing the rumors about what happened to patients here, he didn't have high hopes.  The world stopped spinning for a moment when they reached the railing.  Was he just going to be left on the floor here?

It didn't look like he'd be quite that lucky.  The boy floated into the air, carrying him along like a sack of potatoes before tossing him unceremoniously into the Sun Room below.  He fell like a rag doll and hit one of the tables on the way down.  He heard as much as felt the cracking of bones as he landed in a heap on the floor.  His upper arm felt strangely warm on the left side, only to realize it was because the bone had broken through the skin.  Yuuhi bit back a cry of pain, wishing the fall had knocked him unconscious too, then at least he wouldn't have to feel the pain for a while. 

His flashlight was gone, lost in the scuffle, and he looked nervously into the darkness, well aware of what easy prey he would be.  He had to move, before someone or something caught the scent of his blood.

[Coming from here.]

Luckily, they were at the far end of the hall and could back away from the fight now taking place in the hallway outside the patient blocks. Tyler kept casting backwards glances over his shoulder as he and Reid fled. As they dashed to a safe distance down into the main stretch of hall, he finally had to slow and stop, feeling winded and out of breath. Odd. He'd thought he was in better shape than that...

"We shouldn't stay in one place," he spoke, bending over and propping his hands on his knees. He felt dizzy and weak. Was there something wrong with him? He tried to ignore it; they had more important things to worry about it. he could be sick once they got out of this damn place.

"Which way should we go? Up, down, or try to get out?"

[from here]

As usual, the door to the hallway had been open. He was never certain if it started that way or other prisoners opened, it, but he guessed it was probably the first option, now. He paused for just a moment to listen, then continued on. It wasn't that much further until he reached Daemon's room.

[to here]

[Specifically M12]

"… Wait, really?" Axel asked, mainly to himself, as he listened to the intercom and the head doctor’s sudden confession. It hadn’t been long since he was escorted back to his room after his dinner, feeling rather content after spending a shift to himself. It was fun and all to chill with a couple of people beforehand, but a guy needed a break every once in a while.

His plans were relatively simple at the time. He was going to run off to Kairi’s room, swing her body over his shoulders and haul her back over to his own. He’d forgotten to write a note down for Roy in the bulletin saying he couldn’t make it, but he was sure the colonel could make the right assumptions.

He had been in the middle of rummaging under his mattress for his chakram when the intercom came to life again, and with that he couldn’t help but stop and look up at the ceiling with a mix of curiosity and disbelief. At this point it almost felt like a tradition for the man behind the radio to pop up every evening, so a change this big earned a bit of attention. Axel’s gaze remained on the ceiling for at least half a minute before he glanced over at his roommate on the other side.

"You know, I almost don’t believe it." But this was technically a battlefield, and one side had to give in one way or another. He had to remind himself that tradition didn’t exactly last forever.

The lockdown had been interesting. The fact that the staff had enough power to put down a rebellion that quickly and then lock people into their rooms just as fast was something of a feat to be admired. Their efficiency would have been much more impressive if Okita had been on the other side of it, however. As it stood, he had to keep his assessment to himself and when the nurses came and escorted the men out to the showers, he was ready to play the role of model prisoner for a little while.

The last thing he needed was another needle in the neck, after all.

He followed his nurse, smiling pleasantly at her as she led him through the Sun Room and toward the men's showers. Despite arriving almost a week ago, this was his first time experiencing these strange Western bathrooms. He'd explored them at night, but the smell had kept him far from the spigets and fixtures except when absolutely necessary. His nurse pointed out the changing room and politely turned around, trusting that he'd be good for now.

It was fortunate that she did or she might have seen the extra five pens he'd stuck in his waistband to be used later if he needed a weapon. He undressed, hiding the pens away along with his journal and allowed his nurse to remove the bandages around his chest. The scratches had scabbed over and were mostly healed by now. He took the towel she offered him and went into the showers, glad to see he was the first one. It would make finding him easier if anyone needed to speak with him.

Stepping over to the shower furthest away from the door, he fiddled with the knobs and nearly screamed when cold water hit him full on. Stupid Western plumbing! He hadn't been expecting that from what everyone had told him about showering. It took a few minutes, but the hot water began to run and he calmed down, peering at the showerhead and marveling at how water came from the wall directly. Such innovation. With little else to do but enjoy a nice warm bath, Okita began to wash, feeling the stress slip off him along with the week's accumulated sweat and grime.

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