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Night 54: M61-M70 Hallway

Feb 09, 2011 19:39

While Guy's conversation with Okita had been both interesting and enlightening in a number of ways, the man also knew that all of their talk was only that until they saw for themselves how this new management operated. There was a lot that could change now that they had soldiers, sergeants, officers, and even a general deciding their fate. He got ( Read more... )

grell, kirk, guy, okita, the doctor, ranulf, soren, hijikata

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M63 notachick February 10 2011, 05:32:09 UTC

He and Guy had been having a nice enough conversation about a rather awkward topic all things considered, when the speaking boxes on the walls turned on and I.R.I.S. began the usual nighttime spiel. It wasn't until the end that Okita even began to listen, and what he heard made him wish he hadn't ( ... )

Re: M63 terriblehaiku February 10 2011, 07:04:51 UTC

Hijikata really had no idea what to expect so far as signals went. Once he'd been lead to his room, he'd been left alone to eat his dinner. No one else had come in or checked on him, but it had given him time to jot down a few notes to himself in the blank book he'd found on the desk and look through the contents of the drawers. Most of what he'd found hadn't been useful, but he'd torn out a few pages of paper from the book and shoved them into a pocket in case he needed to make any notes while he was out. The lack of his usual wardrobe was frustrating, but he could make due ( ... )

Re: M63 notachick February 10 2011, 07:37:15 UTC

He'd only just closed the door and settled into a comfortable position for watching the hallway when the door next to him opened, and a familiar figure stepped out. Okita hoped the surprise on his face wasn't too terribly evident when he looked over and found Hijikata standing in the doorway right next to his. The momentary upset of his plans (he'd been hoping to be able to do at least something to surprise Hijikata instead) quickly melted away into a laugh and a bow. "This will certainly make meeting up quite a bit easier, won't it."

Okita stepped away from his door and held Homura's sword out to his friend, his smile staying just as bright despite how difficult it was to see someone else hold the demi-god's weapon. "A gift for you until we can find you something more suitable."

Re: M63 terriblehaiku February 10 2011, 09:27:40 UTC

Souji clearly hadn't been expecting to see him there any more than he'd expected to open his door and find the captain waiting outside, which could only mean they were conveniently roomed nearby. He glanced back at the number outside his own door. Right next to each other, then. That would be useful. "So it seems. Unfortunately, no one left me more suitable clothes." Not that he would have particularly wanted his whole uniform, as rarely as he wore it, but something other than this awkward Western wardrobe with its hideous logo would have been nice.

He looked over the sword for a moment before he took it from Souji. Not the size or weight he was used to, but he would make it work for him, at least for the time being. "It should work for now." The thanks was unspoken, of course. If Souji didn't know by now how grateful Hijikata was for his resourcefulness and aid, then the younger man didn't know him as well as he liked to claim.

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M66 doneinthree February 10 2011, 09:11:18 UTC

Regime change? Huh.

Not that Kirk was too surprised at this turn of events, considering the spectacle they were treated to in the Sun Room, but he hadn't counted on it happening so quickly. Just this morning, he'd been musing over the possibility of trading one sadistic warden for another, but it hadn't really occurred to him that Head Doctor could be so easily displaced. It should've. Landel had warned them, after all.

Pardon him if Kirk wasn't exactly overflowing with sympathy for the man. Knowing what the bastard looked like simply guaranteed he'd know which face to punch if they met again in less risky circumstances. Had Landel been "softer" on them? Maybe. At least the nurses hadn't carried firepower or used brute force against unarmed prisoners. Were their new overlords any less fond of random experimentation and vague threats over the intercom? Apparently not. Project 2911. Kirk filed the number away for later - probably not much later, considering how these things went. At least he wasn't tripping over his own ( ... )

M67 deadlyjuliet February 13 2011, 11:07:15 UTC

Once Kurobear had left for the night, Grell sat on the bed and brushed his hair out. His head was buzzing with some sort of noise that had begun as soon as the lights turned off and he feared it was another one of those headaches he'd become so prone to having lately. It didn't seem to be the same, but the sound had been building since the announcement about Project whatever it was had come onto the intercom. Grell cared little what happened to people in the Institute, but if it affected his ability to get around? Well, someone as going to pay - dearly.

With his hair brushed and his glasses replaced with his usual red pair, Grell stretched and rubbed his temples as he went to the closet. Perhaps it was just the sensitivity getting worse as someone passed by the area. Or maybe someone particularly strong had moved in next door. Wouldn't that be exciting? What girl didn't want a strong, handsome man moving in next door ( ... )

M61 hissecondshadow February 13 2011, 16:14:36 UTC

Soren sat on the edge of the bed, running over the intercom message in his head as he waited for Ranulf. No doubt several within the institute would be angered by the dismissal of the head doctor, if only at their now absent chance to get revenge. Because of that, there was an innate irritation at the military that had taken over. They were more organised, and determined to get things done. Soren could empathise with that desire, even if he wasn't happy to see it acting against him ( ... )

Re: M61 (Finally! Sorry for the wait! <3) laguz_decoy February 19 2011, 10:15:49 UTC

Dodging through the hallways with his improved eyesight and the map he'd marked out during the week, had made finding Soren's room an easy task. He straightened up, still giddy about the return of his tail and ears, and knocked lightly on the door. Hopefully, the mage hadn't fallen asleep.

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Short tag because somebody's bought a NES. Priorities. Forgive me. <3 hissecondshadow February 20 2011, 19:57:14 UTC

Soren wasn't quite so distracted by his thoughts that he didn't hear the knock, but he didn't rush to open the door. He'd heard more than one pair of footsteps scuffling around outside so far tonight, and wasn't going to abandon caution. After listening carefully for any hints of any fighting going on, he cracked open the door ( ... )

NES?! What games?! 8D Also, sorry for so late. <3 I love my Soren! laguz_decoy February 24 2011, 10:11:03 UTC

Ranulf's grinned as Soren opened the door, but when he saw the look of surprise and then fear, his expression resembled Mordecai's when he was faced with a difficult question. Had he done something wrong? Ranulf subconsciously scratched the back of his ear... his "ear"! That was it! Now he felt ridiculous. He fumbled around for some kind of explanation... he wish he had one of his own!

"I... they grew back tonight. I don't know why... or how."

He looked troubled now. Was Soren angry with him? Had his prejudice returned, now that Ranulf resembled his old self? Ranulf folded his arms, giving the mage a serious look.

"Is something the matter? I understand I look a bit different, but if we're going to head out we don't have much time to waste."

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M68 beyondinfinity February 14 2011, 11:08:00 UTC

Buzz hadn't been here for very long, but even he'd been surprised by the whole turn of events today. First, the consumables battle, and then, the roll call, and after that, his conversation with that man in the Sun Room and the events that had come after it ( ... )

M68 beyondinfinity February 14 2011, 11:39:25 UTC

Until he looked down at his shirt.

His eyes widened. There were red and white splotches everywhere, and as he touched his face, he realized the sauce and dressing had smeared there too!

He jumped to his feet and grabbed the napkins they'd left him off the table. He wiped the stuff off his face, then went for his shirt, but no matter how much he tried, he only seemed to make the stains go deeper instead of go away. Yet again, he wished he had his easy clean-up plastic back, and... oh, no - he was out of napkins!

He frowned, then turned toward the closet behind him. He narrowed his eyes. Maybe he could... change his attire ( ... )