Ah, that was right. He should roll up-- Huh?

Cross blinked his eyes open to stare up at the ceiling, then sat up quickly. That was odd. Hadn't he just been in the hallway? This was the second time he'd woken in a room like this and it was baffling. He didn't even recall anything that would cause him to fall unconscious again. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he took a moment to scratch his head and try to put together pieces of a puzzle that had no intention of fitting.

This was ridiculous.

He wasn't allowed much more time before a boisterous woman arrived saying something about breakfast. Too surprised to put up much of an argument, Cross allowed her to lead him out of the room to a familiar and yet unfamiliar hallway. This wasn't the same room he'd been in the night before.

Trying to ask what was going on proved to be fruitless, and he decided to just take the food he was served and sit down. There had to be someone around here who knew something. And what had happened to Ryuuzaki?

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[From here]

Clark did his best to ignore his stinging finger. It hurt, but it wasn't as bad as nearly getting gored that time with Claire, to put things in perspective. Still, if he was supposed to be as powerless as a human, he wished it'd gone all the way; right now it seemed to be in this uncomfortable halfway point and he had no idea if he still got sick around kryptonite. That time he'd lost his powers, he'd actually been able to get within five feet of Lana Lang and not feel weak.

Stepping over the remants of the lock, kicking it a little to the side so Brainy wouldn't trip on it, Clark looked around. His flashlight kept flickering, making the shadows of boxes and the cabinets appear to leap. Would there be any flashlights here?

[From here.]

Soubi was certain he knew the way now. He'd come along here with Ritsuka, alone....teasing the boy with that can. Oh yes. He'd enjoyed that, though they'd had discussions about things Soubi would rather have hidden from. But you can't win them all.

Finding the door, he gave the handle a twist and a push but, like last time, it was a job for his shoulder. He stepped back before forcing his weight into it. The door opened and he shone the light in from the torch, checking for monsters.

[Going here.]

[here.]

Soubi remembered the way relatively well and was sure to keep an ear and eye out for any monsters. But the dread was still settling in his stomach and he was desperate for a distraction. There was one that had proved rather nice walking just behind him. But... well, he still wasn't sure about it all. It had been nice to be close to someone for a moment though. If only it could have been Ritsuka. Not that he would have done that to the boy, but...if things were different. If Ritsuka was older. A little more confident and sure of himself. A little less sweet....

"It's just up the end of this next hall, I believe."

[From here.]

Soubi trained his lights along the stairs and began to climb them. His nerves were settling a little now, though that wasn't saying a whole lot. He was still worried about seeing Ritsuka and still unsure about the MU Hall. He barely wanted to face it at all, let alone in the company of the one person he had to prove himself to.

And then there was Demyx. Soubi didn't know the guy well, but his actions had been unexpected and, really, Soubi was wondering if he wanted to try and control Demyx at all or just BE controlled. Either way, he needed to find out more about the Heartless.

They'd be alone upstairs for a while. If they were lucky, anyway. Of course, Soubi would certainly love to see that power again.

[Going here.]

[from here]

And here was the balcony overlooking the sun room. Stray thoughts and tastes rose up from whatever was going on down there, but Melissa was able to ignore them for the most part. Up here, she was the only one. The only human, anyway. Who knew what else was creeping around up here?

Considering this was also the part where they'd ran into that prisoner fighting on the Institute's side last time, Melissa did finally slow down a little bit and scan ahead before moving forward. If she remembered right, the chapel should be right...

There. She was almost there. Wouldn't it just be fitting if the night ended as soon as her hand was on the door handles? If you dare... she aimed at the ceiling, clenching her left fist so hard her nails were digging into the flesh.

[from here]

On the second floor, and she hadn't blacked out yet. The complete darkness, instead of slowing her down to a cautionary walk, allowed her to speed up. Melissa was too sensitive to light to be able to see much unless she was in total darkness, a fact which had only annoyed her up until this point. Now she could just run through the halls without fear of bumping into anything.

Well-behaved. Fuck that noise. An image sprung briefly to mind -- Tess, wandering around in the old kitchen, pre-morning caffeine, in flannel pants and a T-shirt reading "Well-behaved women seldom make history" in letters that were slowly peeling off. He'd offered her coffee and she'd about taken his head off. Some sort of detox crap about switching to green tea. Fuck that, too. S.T. hadn't had anything with a statistically significant amount of caffeine in days, and he was feeling it. Pounding headache, dry mouth, like a hangover without the good part.

Maybe the kitchen would have a secret stash. Then again, this would wear off in a few more days, though, if he kept with the cold turkey. Six of one. He'd see what the kitchen had, first.

He rubbed his temples as he collected his gear -- same as last night. Flashlight, pillowcase, radio-belt, maps, paper, pens, shopping list. All in place. He sat down briefly to add his one new addition -- some strips of cloth binding his slippers on more tightly.

He stood up, and walked out the door of M90, slamming it behind him.

[skipping a hall to here]

from here

Now, if Teisel were a sixties-numbered room, where would he be? It shouldn't be too far away. He only had two directions to go in from here. Farther down the hall were women's rooms, if he remembered the nameplates right. The rooms were probably arranged in a grid, so...

No sense standing around. He had a fifty-fifty chance of going the right way, so he might as well go...to the right? Why not.


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It didn't take long to see that the room numbers didn't go low enough over here.  Well, hell.  Of course he'd have to run halfway across the damn building.

It did make sense that the inmates wouldn't all be kept in the same place, but talk about irritating! 

[From here]

Ophelia slowed back to a walk as she entered the main hallway. It was a ways off in the dark, but she could just make out a small patch of light further down in the center of the hall, presumably streaming in from the Sun Room's glass ceiling. She didn't see anything yet, but there was no telling when something might suddenly jump out at her. That large glowing thing before had seemed to come out of nowhere, hadn't it? Who knew how Landel inserted his creatures into the building when night fell. For all she knew, he had some sort of magical location abilities, transporting creatures to wherever he desired on a whim. Power great enough to bring so many types of beings to a place like this was surely great enough for such feats.

Keeping her wits about her, Ophelia moved slowly down the hallway.

[To here]

[From here]

Ophelia carefully opened the door, listening and looking around in both directions for any signs of monster activity. When she was satisfied that there was none that she could detect, she swung the door open and hurried down toward the main hall where more of the moonlight could be seen faintly. Once she got there, she knew she was definitely going to have to keep her guard up, considering that the main hall had been where the big monster from the previous night had been.

[To here]

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]

What a singularly delightful evening he'd had. It was dampened, of course, by two things, but those were small things and he supposed he could overlook them for now. First was that his powers had still not returned. If he truly were on punishment as he thought, though, he couldn't very well expect those to come back. Second was that the little brat had gotten away and was likely gearing up to blow his cover. That was something a little more concerning, but he had a story he could use to sweep all that under the rug. Still, he'd gotten a beautiful box of scalpels out of the deal and even with the annoying pain of his skin being irritated by the drops of acid, he wasn't any worse for wear.

And just as he thought that, Grell woke up in his bed, disorientated as he had been the previous night, still cluthing the box of blades, but no longer in his own clothes. The indecency of it all! Honestly! To strip a lady when she was unconscious was just unheard of! Stupid future and its stupid lack of any sort of propriety. At least it seemed someone might be dead according to the last announcement. That brightened his day a bit.

Getting out of bed before Mr. Grumpyface did, he hid the box of scalpels in his desk and sighed. His old glasses were gone, replaced with the ruddy circular pair and his clothes had been all but ruined the night before. He doubted he could do much for them either, since he'd been the one to rip the sleeve off. Such a shame, but it had kept him from getting permanent scars on his arms.

It wasn't long before the nurse came and Grell once again put on his lovely little play for her. Confused, bumbling and asking for a hair tie, he was perplexed by the little round elastic thing he received in return, but used it anyway to put his hair back. Led into the cafeteria, Grell realized he was the first one and took a bit of breakfast before finding a seat.

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[from here]

The storage room was nondescript but organized; just a lot of boxes and supply cabinets. If anything in here was planning on killing them, Indy decided, it was just gonna have to get in line.

He dumped everything but the flashlight next to where the door used to be and started hunting.

[from here]

As Xelloss stepped into the room, shining the flashlight around, he noticed that it seemed to be larger than the other room, but no more organized. If anything, it seemed less so. Finding their targets in here might be difficult.

But, walking forward into the room to look more closely at the strange objects leaning against one wall, he noticed the janitor's cart, pushing it a little. "Anise! I think we might have something else to put your pipes into." Wheels might be difficult on the stairs, of course... but since he wasn't pushing it, he didn't mind.

[From here]

Mitsuru headed up the stairs in silence, keeping an eye out for anything that might come around the corner and surprise them. They couldn't be delayed any longer, so she couldn't afford to let her awareness slip.

[To here]

[from here]

Once inside, she clicked on her flashlight again, quickly grabbing the bucket that stood by the mops and broom, and placing the two flashlights that were in the closet inside. Once that was done, she peered around again, looking for anything useful.

The box cutter went into the bucket, along with an assortment of metal pipes, and the toolkit as well for when Dairine chose to start work on her computer.

She glanced around a last time and then headed out again.

[back to here]

[from here]

This hall was as familiar as the room halls by now. She quickly walked up to the door she needed, and without prelude, slamming her heel down on the knob. It broke off nicely, again. It was somewhat of an annoyance to have to do this every night.

[to here]

[from here]

Something felt familiar close by, like something she knew, but changed... She didn't allow herself to be distracted and continued into the next hall.

[to here]