[from here]

Carefully, Beatrix lead the way up the stairs, one hand trailing lightly along the wall just to ensure she was keeping an adequate distance from it. She wasn't using the flashlight and she didn't think she needed it, having walked this path with Rena the night before, but she would not begrudge her apprentice light if she needed it. After all, Mion hadn't been with them the night before.

As she was heading up the stairs, something she hadn't thought of dawned upon her, hoping that Mion simply wouldn't use the light. They were going to be passing right by the door to the place where the girl had been taken for experimentation and torture. The girl was strong, yes, but the Bride had learned that a good portion of that exterior confidence and bluster was just the girl's way of hiding the fact that she was, indeed, a fragile teenager.

"Stay close behind me when we reach the top," she said in a low quiet voice, not wanting to draw the attention of any hostile creatures. "Mion, I want you to stay along the right-hand wall in these halls up here."

[From here]

Tyki was surprised to feel the chilly air from outside on his skin. He took a few steps forward, sweeping his flashlight around the area only to see he was standing on some kind of outdoor patio. Judging from the type of furniture present, it seemed to be used to lounge. From what he saw this morning, patients used the Sun Room for this. Would this be a lounge for the staff, then?

In any case, the patio was a welcome change from all the (boring) hallways. He couldn't help but wonder if he could find what he was looking for, though, but he supposed there wouldn't be any harm in taking a look around.

"It seems we're getting somewhere now." he announced, glancing over his shoulder to Lia.

[From here]

The sounds of battle didn't seem to follow them as Tyki slipped into the next hallway. That was at least one less bothersome problem to stand between him and his cigarettes (provided that he'd find any tonight, of course).

The hallway they stood in now didn't look any different than any other hallway. It didn't really make for exciting scenery, but that wasn't really what the Noah was currently bothered with. He glanced at the various doors in front of him, and groaned at the sight of having even more directions to choose from. They had to be kidding him. Did it ever end?

The Noah was starting to get annoyed by all of this. He was going to kill the person responsible for making this building. And the one who decided it would be a good idea to steal his cigarettes and make him go through nicotine withdrawal. Chances were they were actually the same person, but that would save him some extra work anyway.

He had no idea where any of these doors led to, and doubted his nightshift companion would know much more than him. Just his luck to run into someone that was just as new as he was, but there wasn't really anything he could do about it.

"So, which door should we take?" he asked her anyway. Why should he decide all the time?

[ETA: Mixed up the East and West. It's fixed now. Sorry! D:]

[from here]

John stepped out of the stairwell and into the hallway, moving slowly. It was much more quiet up here and it unnerved him. "Switch your flashlight on," he said to Wolfram. "I get the feeling the extra light can't hurt."

He cast the light around, trying to get a feel for the area. There weren't any signs anywhere, which was so strange. Most hospitals had signs on the doors and electronic locks, letting everyone know what was behind the doors but here it was all a mystery. John didn't like being kept in the dark, literally or figuratively, and he moved forward hoping that the sense of dread was only in his mind.

Max slipped out of her room, already prepared and equipped for a continuation of last night's mission. Crowbar, flashlight, and radio all on her person, she paused to glance up and down her hall before turning to her right and heading to the pre-arranged meeting place where she was to wait for Thursday and Renji.

[Heading here.]

[From here.]

Sync stifled a yawn as he entered one of the main hallways, already knowing where it led since he’d already spent a majority of his time around the Sun Room that day. He couldn’t help but find himself smirking smugly as fond memories sprouted from those thoughts, wiping at his cheeks as if Anise’s tears were still smeared all over his face.

With Anise, Guy and that bastard Fon Master lingering around, he had to wonder who else managed to get themselves in this mess. From the way the swordsman tried to threaten him, Sync could only assume that there were even more of their allies around. Yet, in the same light, it sounded as if he was the only God-General there as well.

No matter. He knew he was more than enough of a challenge for all of them.

[To here.]

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.

[from here]

The door indeed lead to an outdoor area and the Bride paused in the doorway a moment to let her eyes adjust. She then moved out into the fresh air and looked around for any possible creatures or people. She didn't see any and noted the two doors. One was the one they wanted and the other... hadn't been on her map.

Out of curiosity, Beatrix headed over and tried the door. It was locked tight and a cursory examination of the lock told her it was solidly built and would take more than she was willing to try, at the moment, to break open. Perhaps she'd give it a shot after they'd acquired what it was they were after.

Turning back, the blonde paused as the wind blew her hair into her eyes. Pushing it out of her eyes, she suddenly remembered what had happened the last time she'd been outside. Blue eyes moved to the sky and she searched for any circling giant birds, readying the glass shard that had taken the life of the last one she'd encountered. One that had tried to eat Mion.

"We shouldn't linger," the Bride said in a quiet voice. "Remember what happened when we came back from the town..."

[from here]

Beatrix entered the hallway, Rena close behind her, and walked down it. Again, she hugged the wall, fingertips brushing very lightly against the left wall as they no longer had the benefit of light provided by the other prisoners. The Bride slowed her pace some to compensate for the teenage girl's inexperience.

Three doors on the left and then the door at the far end.

She repeated the information to herself as her fingers encountered the first door. She needed to pay attention to small details so she didn't end up running face first into the door at the end of the hallway. So far, they hadn't encountered any creatures, though to be honest her and her ward had been more then silent and there were plenty of other people around to draw the attention of any freak results of genetic experimentation.

There was the second door... and the third close afterwards. Now, according to the area of the map she'd memorized, there was some distance and then the hall dead-ended at a door that supposedly lead to a small outdoor area, like a rooftop patio.

Keeping one hand out before her, she soon felt the wall before her. She stopped and then moved to the right and found the door. Excellent. It wasn't locked.

[to here]

[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.]

((Specifically in room M22))

This night was shaping up to be another long and tiring one. Adelheid mentally ran through the checklist of things to do: give a spear to Yukari Takeba, create the sakabatou for Himura Kenshin, sharpen Kenren's blade... and then, if he found a moment to breathe, to do something to let off some of the anger he still felt. At least he wasn't powerless tonight; that was the only good thing for him to look forward to. It had been too long since he'd gotten to fight something that wasn't a patient.

He kept one ear on the radio, still wondering if Jack was honestly gone and convincing himself that such could not be the case. Besides, he was too busy to feel grief now. He had to focus, or else this night was going to be just as frustrating as the previous one.

Second floor, East Wing, North Hall 2-B.

Considering how angry the Head Doctor sounded when he gave his usual nightly intercom post, Naminé figured that "Jill" had stolen something very important. Of course, now she was probably dead, but the witch liked to think that if Jill had enough skill to actually steal something from under the Head Doctor's nose, as he put it, then maybe she would be able to evade the monsters that were doubtlessly chasing after her.

One could hope.

Since just about everyone she knew from this place was effectively gone (Raven, Elena, Soma, Larxene even... and Luxord, she supposed, could count since they were no longer friends), it was strange having nothing to do. But Naminé had been sleeping in her room for the better part of the day, succumbing to her melancholy mood. She supposed there was nothing left to do but explore. The thought of finding Kairi or Axel or Sora or anyone she knew lingered for a moment, but since everyone she kept regular contact with seemed to disappear, perhaps it was best just to leave them alone.

Well, there was the North Hall 2-B, on the East Wing of the Second floor. Naminé had nowhere else to go and nothing to do, so she decided to try and find this location. Normally, she would have been afraid of the monsters, but there was no one left to protect her, so just going outside would have sealed her death. At least, if she were to die, she would be doing something semi-useful.

So, with those morbid thoughts, Naminé stepped out of her room and looked around carefully before heading down the hall.

[ moved here ]

The conversation with Arlene over dinner had left Naomi with a great deal to think about. Which was both good and bad. It kept her from thinking about Raye, and the myriad of complicated emotions that brought up. But on the other hand, her mind kept wandering to things she'd really rather not be thinking about.

Especially when she was on her way to L's room.

She slipped out of the room, trusting that Arlene would be fine while she waited for whichever teenage girl she had that night, and turned on her flashlight. She knew the way to L's room by heart now. Shaking her head a bit, Naomi headed down the hallway.

(to here)

[From here.]

Axel was pretty surprised to find the main hallway completely empty by the time he stepped through those double doors, shining his flashlight about before shrugging. At least this meant wading through less traffic, or in this case no traffic at all.

“You’d think people would be bustling out after all that racket,” He murmured grudgingly to himself. It was no surprise that the head doctor’s screaming was enough to rattle him awake. Though he did have his map completely memorized he wasn’t exactly sure where Second floor, East Wing, North Hall 2-B was besides the obvious. Maybe it’d do them some good to snoop around, but they had to be fast or else they’d get beaten to the punch.

The Nobody stifled another yawn, stretching his arms back as he nudged himself into the next hallway.

[To here.]

[from here]

Anya was beginning to feel the adrenaline as she rounded the corner. Those zombie dogs the first night hadn't really counted as a fight. She hadn't been in a real fight since... since Buffy.

Oh dear god, what if this Kimbley guy had superpowers like Buffy, only his were way better than Buffy's? That was entirely possible, Buffy's weren't exactly the last word on awesome superpowers, no matter how much The Slayer liked to think different. Holy crap, she was gonna get slaughtered!

The vengeance demon cut off her nervous thoughts quickly. She'd promised to do this in order to get more good intel from that sin-type woman. Plus, it wasn't like there was much out there that could kill her.

She opened the door and stepped into the next hall.

[to here]

The intercom's jingle came on with its usual overly-cheery quality, echoing through the halls and doctors' offices.

"I trust, as always, that you all enjoyed the last shift and that all the staff-patient interaction went smoothly. Of course, we're nearing the end of another day and so we must begin to bring things to a close. Nurses and orderlies, please escort all the patients to their respective rooms and make sure everyone gets their dinner--which is, by the way, chicken teriyaki and assorted tempura, along with rice and miso soup--before they retire for the night. A vegetarian substitute is of course available, and we have our usual assortment of drinks; we also have a special of hot green tea to go along with the meal.

"Thank you, everyone, for an exceedingly pleasant day, and our therapy sessions will continue tomorrow as scheduled. Enjoy your dinner, and I will be on again before bedtime to say goodnight."

The announcement ended.

[ As always, individual dinner threads go in response to this post, and it helps to put your character's room number in the subject line. Thanks! ]

"Games are a perfect way to meet new friends, Akihiro!" Sousuke's nurse gushed after dragging him away from Hinasaki and into the Game Room. He didn't quite understand her fascination with making him do these ridiculous activities that seemingly had no point, but for now he'd follow her lead. He didn't want to be sedated again, not when he had a job to do.

But Miku had told him she was going to nap, so he didn't worry about it too much. Plus, if he heard a ruckus, he could always be in the Sun Room in the blink of an eye. His nurse sat him down on one of the couches and gave him a deck of cards.

"Find someone to play with," She encouraged. Then left after giving him a sweet smile. Sousuke stared at the cards, as though not sure what to make of them.

[Waiting for Sanosuke "Burrito Killer" Sagara]

[Waiting for Daemon and Renji.]

After spending the last shift in discussion in the library, Rukia had a lot on her mind. Speaking with Captain Harkness had been somewhat informative, but only increased her worry. How easily were they all being controlled by Landel? And by what means? Too many questions.

Since she was still confined to a wheelchair, Rukia asked a nurse to get her some fruit, salad, and a big bowl of rice. She could have easily done it herself, but wanted to find a spot in one of the corners near the door to wait for Renji. She hadn't spoken to him for long the previous day, and had been very upset at the time. Maybe they could just have a nice lunch together.

Rukia thanked the nurse who brought her food and began to eat, looking up at the door every so often.