Celes had disdained taking food that was so alien in texture and consistency, and instead had taken her meal in her room. A room, she quickly discovered, did not hold any trace of her roommate’s belongings. It was troubling, very troubling; Celes remembered a promise of protection to the girl, which had fallen by the wayside. Guilt stabbed her between the eyes and she made a note to tell her roommate’s loved ones – should there be any left in this place – the news.

It would be cold comfort, of course, but Celes had never been very good at that. Comfort was for barmaids and nurses, lovers and wives, and since Celes practiced none of those professions, straight talk it would have to be. With a sigh, she wrote a quick note in her neat, masculine script and flourished the signature, just as usual. There was still worry in her heart over the location of Noah and Luxord; the act in and of itself something she chastised herself over. What was the point in worrying over two men that would be unlike to mourn over her own death or disappearance? Especially the literally heartless man.

Celes alighted on a couch and looked up at the afternoon sky, crossing her legs and forcing herself to concentrate on the evening ahead. She hummed one ditty or another – marching songs, none of that foolish, tavern-born, romantic ballad trash – and looked down to her journal, pen poised above paper and waiting for her composition.

[For one Judge Magister]

Artemis Fowl was, yet again, exceedingly displeased to be naked.

As much as Haku insisted that since he had experienced public bathing before, this time would be easier, the feeling was not mutual. Artemis' body was his own personal business, as far as he was concerned, and no one else's. His only comfort was the fact that he was not hideously tattooed anymore with various and sundry insults branding him a moron.

Still, that did not stop him from taking a towel into the shower area once again, Nurse Hedgerow grudgingly allowing it. She could see no other way of getting the boy to bathe. He was as stubborn as ten teenage boys. And after that lecture on psychological torture through means of public humiliation...

The boy let the water run over his head, the towel clutched firmly around his body. And he thought. July. How was it July when it had been fall just a week previous? It was impossible, logically speaking. But what part of this place fit in with any sort of logic Artemis had ever encountered? No, if he didn't let go of the fact that things would be as insane as people claimed he was, he would lose his mind.

His fingers brushed the burn mark Caleb had given him for what seemed the fortieth time. ...He had to get himself together, or this would only be a small taste of what awaited him in the hallways.

[For Omi]

[starting off in M13]

The last part of the night was little more than a blur in Homura's mind. The men had rushed in, but not joined them, instead staying off to themselves. Before any of them had a chance to react, however, a voice sounded through the air, mocking some other person Homura had never heard of, and the patients themselves.

To Homura, whoever that man was, he sounded a great deal like a god.

But before he could ask questions, the demi-god found himself no longer in the chapel, but some strange room on a bed. Is that what Kenren had meant from his earlier warning? Homura sat up, glad at least that the world didn't spin when he did so. Then the same man from before began to speak again, with a completely different tone. It was confusing to hear him talk that way, calling them patients instead of prisoners as he had before. Homura listened quietly as the announcement was made, then got out of bed.

Maybe he wouldn't have to go anywhere yet. It wasn't like Homura knew where to go anyway, and that meant he had time. If this was his room, and if he had been here as long as Kenren had said, there was a chance he could find something with answers. The Taisho had even told him that Homura had seen Rinrei. Certainly he would've written something down, made a map, something that could let him find her again! He started with the desk at the end of his bed, first finding a small stack of notebooks. Picking up the first, he flipped through, turning the pages with quickening desperation as he found each one to be blank.

((from here))

Omi dropped down from the wall, landing in a crouch. He flattened himself back against the wall as he waited for Yohji to join him, letting his eyes adjust to the dim moonlight. Better momentarily blinded than making himself an easy target with the flashlight, though.

Outside the walls was definitely no paradise, even compared to inside. Then again, Omi would have been happier all around if he'd jumped the walls to find himself miraculously back in the middle of Tokyo, so it was perhaps unsurprising that he was less than pleased with his new surroundings.

[Coming from here.]

The door was unlocked, much to his relief, and Tyler wasted no time in slipping outside, keeping his flashlight turned off for now. He didn't want to attract the attention of anything, especially since he was probably alone out here until Reid showed up.

Moving as quietly as he could, he slid the door closed behind him and stepped to the side, between the two doors that led back inside once more, and leaned back against the wall to settle in and wait for the blond to join him.

[Coming from here.]

Tyler turned into the wider corridor, pausing to take a quick glance at his map, making sure he could get to where he needed to go from where he was. Seeing there was a door at the end of this hall, he turned left, figuring that was the quickest route to outside and where he was to meet Reid.

[oing here.]

[Coming from here.]

Tyler slipped out into the adjoining hallway, pausing to glance around him, his flashlight beam bouncing off the walls and tiles to reveal no immediate threat. Judging it was safe, he continued quickly on his way.

[Going here.]

Tyler waited until the lights went out to retrieve the clothing he'd discovered last night in patient possessions. If he and Reid were going to try and levitate over the wall tonight, he wanted to dress in something a little bit more suitable than demented smiley pajamas.

Changing quickly and silently, Tyler grabbed his flashlight and radio - securing the latter on his belt - and stuffed the roll of pens and his extra batteries in his pocket before heading out the door. Reid was supposed to be meeting him out on the recreational field and Tyler didn't want to keep him waiting.

[Going here.]

"Good evening, patients and staff!" the Head Doctor said just as the intercom's usual jingle ended. Strangely, he seemed even more tense now than he had been throughout the day, though as he continued to speak, he seemed to get back into the usual swing of things. "I hope you all had very productive outdoor activities today and helpful therapy sessions to boot. Now, however, we must all begin to retire, and as always, our nurses will be bringing your dinner to your rooms shortly after your being escorted there. Tonight's meal includes a generous portion of delicious spaghetti with tomato sauce and Parmesan cheese (and meatballs if you choose), along with sides of hot garlic bread and fresh Caesar salad. For dessert, we will be serving slices of moist chocolate cake with a scoop of vanilla ice cream."

The Head Doctor paused, and there was the sound of rustling and then muffled voices, as if the doctor had put his hand over the microphone and was clarifying something with someone--a female voice, probably Lydia. He took his hand off the mic and cleared his throat.

"Yes, that's all for now. I hope you all enjoy dinner, and remember, some of you tonight will be lucky enough to participate in our CM-US Experimental Therapy Trials, so look forward to that after the meal. Goodbye for now!"

The intercom clicked off.

[ Please respond to this post with all dinner shift threads between roommates, putting your character's respective room in the subject line. ]

There was a knot in Sai's stomach as he was led back inside to the cafeteria. It was an unfamiliar feeling, and he tried to ignore it. What was it? Was he actually uncomfortable with his decision? He couldn't afford to be. This alliance with Itachi was crucial, and he'd just have to try and make sure the others saw it that way.

The promised lunch didn't help, as the fish was fried and generally not something he'd eat on a regular basis. The cod by itself would have been far more preferable. Nevertheless, the ninja took the meal as it was offered, figuring he could simply scrape away at the breading once he'd sat down. He passed up the "chips" completely and just added the cooked carrots in their place. It was somewhat more appealing than he'd anticipated once he sat down.

Having done about all he'd intended to do today already, Sai allowed himself to get comfortable and relax. His wounds needed time to heal, even in this place. The more rest he got, the faster that would happen.

Guy let out a sigh of relief as he made his way out onto the field, glad to have some fresh air and sunshine after going so many days without it. That was one of the hardest things about being kept in this place, in his opinion. At least during their journey they had been outside more often than not.

Even though he spent most of his nights moving around or fighting some monster or even running from a monster when he bit off more than he could chew, Guy still felt the urge to do something active now. Being in the thick of danger was pretty different from exercising for the sake of it, after all. Besides, considering how physically taxing the night always was, it was good to keep in shape.

His talk with Allelujah had also left him bursting with excitement at the thought of satellites and colonies in space and mobile suits, so working off his energy would be a good idea. He figured a few laps around the field was just what he needed, so he found a relatively clear area and started doing a series of stretches.

If he was lucky, maybe once he was done running he could convince one of the nurses to give him a bat so he could practice some swordplay. He had his own bat, but he was usually too busy using it to bludgeon things rather than to practice the finesse that sword work required.

[For Sync.]

_{[from here]}

It wasn’t a great experience, walking around in dark halls hardly able to see and hearing other people talking in the dark. Wouldn’t be so bad if he could trust half of them, but Reid wasn’t an idiot--he’d at least been paying attention to that one lecture about people in a mock prison and how nuts they’d all got after a while. Total psychology to go homicidal in a situation like this.

So he continued to pretend they weren’t there, just like he did to everyone he deemed unworthy.

Opening the door to the stairwell, he paused briefly for Tyler.

[from here]

Seiya edged the door open slowly, then shone her flashlight around the room, trying to catch edges or anywhere that something might be hiding. After a moment, she sighed and simply pointed it straight ahead of them. With so many boxes, it was impossible to try and see around every shadow cast. "How many people are being kept here?" she wondered out loud. The room seemed to be remarkably crowded, but then, so had the cafeteria and Sun Room earlier. Then she had to wonder, Do the people who die or disappear also have their items disappear from this place?

She was a little hopeful despite Leon's warning that they wouldn't have anything from her real life, no weapons or other artifacts. If nothing else, maybe... what had the nurses called her again? Maybe Akamoto Hikari had some interesting knick-knacks. "Do you want to look for our own boxes? Or just take what we find?" That might be cheating, a bit, stealing from other patients in a sense. But it was stealing something that wasn't really theirs, just another lie from the Institute, right?

[from here]

1, 2, 3. Kurikara grinned, stopping outside the third door. The janitor's closet to be exact. He'd been staring at his own map long enough to recognise it.

...Well, that and it was kind of obvious.

It was weird. Back home, the only luxury he really indulged in was being downright anal retentive about his swords and the tools he used to forge them. He never thought he'd be looking forward to some crappy household hammer because maybe it could help him make a half-decent weapon. It couldn't be helped.

Kurikara tried the door, finding it locked. That wasn't a problem. He took a couple of steps back, shifting the weight of his sword again and aimed a solid kick directly above the doorknob. Normally his sword would be able to slice through the door without incident, but he'd known from the moment he laid hands on Murakumo that it was no stronger than any other sword now.

[to here]

[from here]

This should be the last hallway they needed. Kurikara blocked out the snatches of conversation he'd heard in the previous hallway. Not his concern, not now.

Once he reached the far wall, he paused, listening for any more activity. Murakumo was still balanced deftly against his shoulder. He only needed one hand to wield it, and a part of him was hoping for the opportunity.

When nothing leaped to the attack, he moved on.

[to here]

[From here.]

He was close now.

Sync could hear footsteps from within the previous hall, signifying that there were at least a few people out and about. That meant it was a good thing he left as early as he did; he wasn’t in the mood to brush elbows with anyone else.

The God-General paid no more mind to what was behind him, instead focusing on what was ahead. Now that he was traversing in one the larger hallways he knew he had to keep his guard up since there was a greater chance of getting ambushed. Sync slowed his pace all up until he reached the doors that led to the Entry Room, giving one last glance behind him before testing the door.

Finding it unlocked, he slipped in without a sound.

[To 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.]

[From here.]

For all the hype he heard up on the bulletin, Sync had to say he was somewhat disappointed with how dull these halls have been. Maybe these ‘monsters’ only attacked when there was less traffic around, but his guess was as good as anyone’s.

Regardless, even if he did keep to one side of the wall, the God-General was anything but impressed. He’d barely seen anyone, and the only person he did see was some guy limping around on crutches! How pathetic could they all possibly be?

He didn’t bother to hold back a snort, keeping straight until he disappeared around a corner.

[To here.]

[From here.]

Meandering about like this was really just a waste of his time, but Sync strove forward anyway with that same bored expression as he made his way into the next area.

It was true that he wanted to explore outside and examine any weak spots for escape, yet it wasn’t on the top of his list of things to do. No, instead he was more curious about what ludicrous lives the staff plastered on top of them. The God-General was used to shadowing his own identity, so it was interesting from his point to see what they’ve managed to conjure up in their spare time.

Call it an acquired taste.

He followed the wall from the time he entered the room, allowing the tips of his fingers to run along the surface before he exited into another hallway.

[To here.]

Sync slipped out of his room without a sound, pressing up against the wall as he listened for anything within the hallway. Even after what he’d read on the bulletin the God-General couldn’t afford to make stupid mistakes, treading cautiously until he was absolutely sure that nothing else was lingering there alongside him.

He made quick work with the distance between himself and the door, being mindful of the other patient rooms incase one of them swung open without warning. He’d slipped his notebook into the waistband of his pants, already knowing what his route was for the night. Sync was also tempted to make a stop at the Chapel at some point, but it was low priority for now.

Taking one last look behind him, the God-General pushed through the door and slipped into the next hall.

[To here.]