[from here]

"There's gotta be something here you can use..." Yousuke was a little proud of himself for having thought of this, even though it was possible they wouldn't find anything. It would also be less crowded here, at least for the time being. If they could take care of the zombies here and around it they might be able to hold up in there for a bit while they discussed what else they needed to do (aside from finding Kanji). "A sheriff would have a gun somewhere, right?"

Yousuke had never been inside an American sheriff's office before. He'd nearly expected there to be a pole out front with a couple horses tied up. Maybe there were some extra badges lying around...

He didn't have much chance to start looking, however, as not long after they walked in they found themselves being approached by the zombified sheriff and deputy. Despite the situation, Yousuke was still disappointed to see they lacked ten-gallon hats and cowboy boots. "Shit."

[F15]

As usual, the doctor's announcement was vague and led her nowhere as far as figuring out what his intentions were went, but definitely foreboding. There was no way to tell what exactly he had in mind when he was cutting himself off like that among all the static, which was frustrating, but ... she supposed sooner or later, they would all see what would happen-- if it did.

For now, however, Naoto knew there were other important things she had to wait for, so the riddle can be further sat on later. Setting her journal back on the desk, she went to prop the door to the room open and sat back on the edge of her bed, then set the flashlight up to give the best lighting around the room she could get it to. Anyone else wouldn't be wandering around the pitch black halls without their own light, but Naoto figured it would be best if those dropping by could see easily in the room, as well.

Now, all there was to do was wait. She didn't care when in the night her radio delivery came in, but she wanted Yousuke and Kanji to hurry. There was a lot to talk about, and Naoto didn't want any of this time wasted.

[from here.]

The door closed now, Naoto took several steps away from it, watching intently as though she were expecting something to crash through within seconds. Thankfully, nothing did; surprisingly so, but it was the preferred turn of events, and hopefully now they would be safer.

It wasn't until after she was able to relax by some and placed a relieved hand over her chest that Naoto noticed just how fast her heart was racing. That... that was scary, she had to say (although definitely not out loud), especially when the lack of any sort of weapon left her feeling vulnerable. The lack of any of her belongings made her feel so, and as it were they wouldn't have been able to deal any damage to whatever it was that had just tried to attack them. Venturing into the television world had, clearly, began to make her feel overconfident when it came to facing potentially harmful abnormal creatures. This was more like being trapped again with the fog finally lifting and the angry, agitated Shadows then realizing your presence... Or something like it, since Naoto, fortunately enough, never had to experience that far for herself. It certainly was a wake-up call when it came to exactly how dangerous the night could become. How pathetic, to be rendered to this.

Naoto's free hand grasped lightly at her side, now noticing what damages had been done; the red staining her now ripped shirt where the strike was made was becoming far more apparent than she wished for it to. This gash wouldn't be any small one, but at least she hadn't been standing still long enough for it to do any real damage... Such as meeting the same fate as the steel door that had been impaled and ripped off like it was nothing but paper. Still, she needed to do something about it, but first things first after pushing aside that one thought in the back of her mind.

"Colomar-san," Naoto called, somehow keeping her voice from wavering; she kept herself outwardly calm as always, suppressing the desire to do as much as show her new injury left a lingering, strong sting. "Your shoulder-- will you be okay?"

[From here]

The door swung open with an arthritic squeak and Celes reeled back at the smell that assaulted her nose. It was like someone had left fruit out too long, so it was far overripe and then decided to chill the near-spoiled mess. It never ceased to impress her just how bad the decaying body smelled, even if its decay was slowed.

It was also very cold. If she were a warmer person, Celes would have given herself twenty minutes to get in and out. But, because she was very chilly instead (thank you for that little side effect, Shiva), the general gave herself only ten minutes to work in the room. She wasn't keen on opening the refrigeration wall, either.

[From here]

Again, Celes waited to hear any suspicious noises, and finding none, continued down the hallway. She lit up the sign of a door, Decontamination Room. Well, didn't that sound lovely? She'd have to be careful. If her childhood under Cid's tutelage had given her anything, it was that those yellow coats of the Scientists were the hard line of defense against tiny blood-borne organisms or strange Esperian pathogens.

And here she was, many worlds from home, without one. Well, Celes sighed mentally and continued down the barren hall, so long as nothing decided it wanted to splash on her, then she was fine. Though weakened magically, Celes hoped all those 'adjustments' to the rest of her body had held true. It would be terrible to get a cold of all things after eighteen years of near-perfect health.

As she came to the end of the hall, another door sign caught the light, Morgue. Well, she'd come to her dubious destination, and here was hoping that the slabs they dissected the patient population on could move, or at least have a nearby gurney. This thought was immediately pushed out of the way when the general realized that the door was locked.

"Oh, for the love of Goddess's tits." Celes knelt down again and removed her poor, battered hair pin before realizing that there was nothing in the hallway with her (and even if there was, taking the time to pick the lock would've made her monster food in no time at all). The general stood up and kicked the door open.

[From here]

Celes came to a stop at the firmly locked door at the end of the hall. The general examined the door and put her hand on it, testing the knob. Hm, perhaps not so firmly locked as she thought. It would attract attention if she kicked it, but she did have her hairpins, after all. Pulling one from her hair, and hoping that Locke's little parlor tricks as they traveled together were still useful, she bent two of the teeth on one pin and used her knife for a little leverage. What had that loud mouth said? Gently, like you're making love to it? Did it have to be something that unreasonable?

It was then that she realized she should've brought along some sort of back up, but it was far too late for that now. After fiddling with the lock with for a few long, frustrating moments (from now on, she would definitely leave this to the experts), she heard a click, and pulled her mangled hair pin from the keyhole. The door opened and Celes went inside to the next hallway, quietly.

((From here.))

It was still dark, and unnaturally quiet, when they slipped out of the stairwell. Kira checked the grip on his sword and slipped the map from his pocket, the flashlight making it all very awkward. The pharmacy ... it was to the east of where they were, provided this place didn't shift unnaturally when people needed to go somewhere. He glanced to the east and saw only darkness and silence leading away.

"Are you ready?" he asked. Everything seemed too still for there not to be something lying in wait, but then again, he'd expected something on the stairwell, too. Carefully putting the map back in his pocket, Kira aimed the flashlight down the hall they needed to go through and glanced at Hanatarou.

[From here]

Celes paused at the foot of the stairs and looked up. There was no proof yet that anyone had moved up the stairwell, so did that make her the first of the evening? The general almost laughed. Perhaps it would be an easy night, after all.

She ran up the stairs just as swiftly as she had run through the hall way. Perhaps it wasn't as quick as it would've been if she'd had a pair of sprint shoes, but it was good enough for now.

[From here]

Belatedly, Yukari yawned in response to the doctor's own repose. She'd been awake for more than half the day; it was no surprise she was tired. Youkai were nocturnal, after all. But there were so many things to do, so many people to see, so many new and interesting phenomena.

Maybe she'd catch up on her sleep in a few weeks. Just sleep a month straight. Yeah, that sounded good.

Yawning again, Yukari headed onwards.

[From here]

Yukari peered up and down the hallway, deciding against shining her flashlight this way and that; she didn't particularly want to attract any monstrous attention. Mentally going over the maps, she tried to remember where she was going. Ritsuka had said M35, right? So that was the next block over... she'd have to go through the West Hall, but hopefully could get through without getting attacked her first night.

M35... why did that ring a bell?

Giving a shrug, the youkai headed on her way.

[from here]

Obviously she had hurried too fast. No one was even in this hallway yet, and she stared at the empty hall with a sigh. She guessed she was waiting then. At least she had arrived before the other two of her team.

Her. Hah.

Senna moved to a closeby wall, leaning against it lazily. Momo was a Shinigami. She'd be here soon. Then they'd sort out this mess. Senna watched the doorways, one hand holding her spear and the other idly playing with the red sash tied around her waist.

[chatting with Momo over here.]

[F17]

The intercom's silence had been annoying at best. Renamon shook her head, moving around the room to free the items she needed. The case with its assortment of weapons and items, her notebook, Badou's transcripts. She placed these around her so they would be within reach and tried to gain some focus in her mind.

Tonight she needed to speak with Jiraiya--make sure they were on the same page, check in on him, and ask him a favor. She needed to copy all of the transcripts, and then put her notes in order so she could more easily judge what she did and didn't know. And so the Digimon had no time for faltering. No time for any weakness of self.

A fear was ever-present in her mind from earlier. Renamon did her best not to acknowledge it.

The Head Doctor seemed a little rushed as he spoke on the intercom, not taking as much pleasure as he usually did in describing the delicious food that would soon be served.

"Hello, everyone! Tonight is turkey night, which means turkey breast in a great turkey gravy with some nice turkey sides: peas, herb potatoes, a small garden salad, and for dessert, a slice of pumpkin pie. We of course have vegetarian substitutes available, as well as our usual assortment of drinks.

"...I believe that's it! I'll talk to you soon!"

The intercom clicked off abruptly.

[ If you are introducing your character during this shift, you may either choose for them character to wake up before their roommate gets back, or after.

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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?]

[from here]

Thankfully, the flashlight still worked after being used as a makeshift club, even if it was a bit scratched up. Leon brushed some errant glass dust off his sleeve as he entered. The greenhouse was as dark and creepy as any other place in the Institute at night. Maybe even creepier, what with all the plants looming on either side of them as he started heading towards the back where the tools were. There was always the possibility that there wouldn't need to be any monsters in here - that the plants would come alive on their own. He hadn't heard of this happening yet, though.

"There's a shed in here," he pointed out unnecessarily, if just to hear his own voice in this scary place. "I'm just going to get some of the metal equipment. As much as I can carry, really." He held out the pillowcase he'd brought for good measure.

[from here]

The dash to this hall had been short, and it didn't look like they were even going to be chased after, which was good. Leon didn't like having to rely on others as a distraction, but this wouldn't have been the first time he'd done so. It wasn't as though he would have been much help right? Did that make him a bad person?

Well, he was going to be helping others soon, if everything went right. Perhaps he'd be able to make it up to them.

Leon had never been called to one of the weekly therapy sessions that took place in these halls. He wondered briefly why that was, but then decided it was probably for the best. A lot of patients that came back from those sessions didn't seem too happy.

"These are the doctors' offices," he pointed out as they walked. "Three days a week they hold one-on-one sessions with some of the patients. Not everyone, though. The door at the end here leads outside."

(From here.)

Frowning, he stopped and scanned the yard. He wouldn't be caught off guard again and risk the chance at losing control. Eyes drew in all avalible light, casting the yard in an eerie mix of greys and blues, but he could see quite clearly.

Takaya may hate this change, but there was no denying it's benefits.

He came to feeling perfectly fine, but knowing things were not well.

Qui-Gon's eyes opened. At first he couldn't see anything. But he didn't need to see to know he wasn't in the room with Vlad. He was somewhere else, and, he touched his hand to one arm, not even in his Jedi robes. Qui-Gon remained calm even as the ramifications settled in that he was in a place he didn't recognize, in clothes he hadn't been wearing prior to this and, reviewing things, was probably missing a chunk of his memory. He didn't remember anything after entrusting Vlad with his journal. Perhaps the room had been bugged, his plans overheard. But if they had tried to mind-wipe him, they had failed. He still intended to go to the basement again and find the truth. He still remembered the arena, Martin Landel, Sanzo's death.

But now he wondered how long he had been missing. There was no way to tell aside from heading back to the patient cells and contacting Obi-Wan with his commlink.

Qui-Gon got to his feet. They didn't wobble, nor did he feel light-headed. Perhaps that was all the more worrying - he expected to feel some side-effects, but there were none.

Reaching around him, he tried to collect the Force about him. Most of it seemed to trickle out of his grasp, but some of it he was able to sense. Keeping a hand on the wall to guide him, the Jedi Master headed forward, trying to get a feel for where he was. As usual, the darkness pressed in on him, but something about it felt...wider. This was a larger hall, like the Main Hall. He could be upstairs or downstairs. As he continued forward, he spotted points of light in the distance.

Other patients.

[To here]

Renamon had spent dinner gathering her things together to bring to the next hall, and was entirely ready to move when the doors opened. Container in hand, and knuckle on, she moved to the door. With a last nod at her roommate, she stepped outside.

[to here]