Night 56: M11 - M20 Hallway

[spandexorgtfo]

[M20]There had been no orders from Sora as far as Kratos was aware of; it gave him cause to worry only because he tended to do poorly without some sort of direction or objective. This might have persuaded him to indeed take the night off again, but he had by some miracle managed to finish all of his dinner, and it had granted him enough - or at

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M12

[rocksthecourt]

It may have simply been the fact that he was distracted and imagining things, but Klavier could have sworn there had been a small additional click when the doors unlocked. Though whether it came from the doors or elsewhere couldn't really be determined. It could have just been Herr Kommandant switching off the intercom. Speaking of which, the man's silence was worrisome. Normally, Herr Doktor would make some stupid comment or try to issue threats. Their new "caretakers" tended to be a little more specific than that. So why was there nothing tonight? It was actually worse this way, not even a warning to go off of

M17

[its_the_mileage]

Nothing. That was ominous, Indy thought as he struggled to pull his shirt and then jacket on with the least pain to his torso and left hand. But he supposed they didn't need a nighttime announcement to know that they were being watched and judged. Aguilar would probably prefer that they rush right back to the basement tonight, but Indy was glad they were taking their time. His hand in particular hurt like hell.

He left the journal, flashlight and shield in the box for tonight, taking just the dog leash and brush axe--he wasn't going out unprepared for a fight, but he didn't have far to go and wasn't worried about finding his way to the next hall in the glow of other people's lights. He did bring the Raiders of the Lost Ark book, though, wedged in his jacket pocket. Dressed and equipped, he gave a brief nod to the other man and set off for Taylor's room.

[from here]

M16

[for_a_song]

When the doors clicked open without the usual announcement, Gren frowned a little and finally uncurled himself from his hunched position on the bed.

"That can't be a good sign."

As much as he would have liked to simply curl up and stay there for the duration of the night, he'd promised to meet Leela. Besides, he knew that the last thing he needed now was to isolate himself. It wasn't going to help matters in the slightest. So he forced himself to get up and go through his box until he'd collected his flashlight, radio, and a bottle of painkillers he'd salvaged from the ruins their second night out. They wouldn't get rid of all of his symptoms, but it would probably make the night more bearable.

And then it was time to change--as much as he didn't care to be in uniform again, the clothes were sturdier, which was what mattered. Finally, he grabbed the shovel from where it had been left and headed for the door, glancing back at his roommate as he did so. "Take care of yourself out there, okay?"

[To here.]

[girlsandgadgets]

Edgar acknowledged Gren's exit with a nod. "You do the same." The previous night had been rough on both of them; he hoped Gren would at least find the answers he was looking for, and with as little trouble as possible. The latter was unlikely. Somehow, the lack of a nightly announcement was more foreboding than when the staff teased the patients with a hint of what was to come

[quarter_english]

[From here.]

L transfered the flashlight to the hand with the axe. Then, with his knuckles, he rapped lightly on Edgar's door.

[girlsandgadgets]

And there was Edgar's date for the night, right on time. He returned his feet to the floor, heaving himself from his chair. Though feeling worse than he had in some time, he managed to muster enough manners to answer the door for his visitors, even if he'd not bothered to put the room in some semblance of order. His desk and bed were still littered with his projects, bits and pieces left where the staff had set them rather than having been moved to his wardrobe. He wasn't terribly concerned about leaving them in the open, for a change: they were still likely to backfire on anyone who used them, making for a nice surprise for would-be thieves

[saviored]

No script prepared for tonight, looked like. If Damon hadn't been paying attention, he might not have discerned the click from the unlocking doors, but he had and he did-to no new advantage.

He let his roommate leave first, as per the norm, mostly because he didn't do rushing in front of other people. Actually, he didn't do rushing, period, if he could help it. Plus, Stefan would probably be delayed when he hesitated over checking up on Elena and would inevitably decide not to do it in case she felt babysat.

Damon, for his part, was finding the idea of a living pulse too attractive to pay a visit to someone he already normally found attractive. Besides, she'd seemed...mildly pissed off and maybe she was right. Maybe. Which didn't necessarily make him wrong, mind

M14

[tasteoftruth]

Badd hadn't had much of a chance to communicate with Byrne before night fell, so they hadn't strictly determined where to meet. However, they'd last met in his room and Badd had no idea where Byrne was, so it seemed the safest place to wait. He loitered outside the door with his lollipop stick firmly between his teeth and his mirror shard in his pocket.

If Byrne didn't make it here soon he'd go tearing after him. The men's cell block wasn't that big and he hadn't run into anything nasty walking there before, but a lot of strange things could happen here. And Byrne was unarmed. Badd tried to relax and trust in his partner's ability to walk in a straight line without falling over and killing himself but it was hard not to worry every time Byrne went out of his sight.

M14

[corvus_veritas]

[...LET'S TRY THAT AGAIN from here.]

Oh good, no need to wander around hoping he knew where the door was. Badd was conveniently standing right there waiting for him. How nice. Of course, Byrne wasted no time running up to the old detective once he spotted him standing around in the dark. "Badd!"

...Wow, he actually had a lollipop? Byrne was this close to asking him where he got that from until he remembered oh yeah, Doyleton, durr. Where else would he have gotten it? Where would Byrne have gotten those Swiss rolls earlier? Sheesh, he was seriously out of it tonight.

Re: M14

[tasteoftruth]

"Keep it down," Badd hissed, though anyone who knew him as closely as Byrne would know he was more relieved than upset. They hadn't given the prisoners watches but it felt like it had been far too long since he'd last seen his partner's face. At least two hours.

Inside Badd's room the radio crackled, and the little soap opera of two noteworthy individuals played out. Badd listened to it with a scornful expression, twisting his lollipop stick in annoyance, and when they finished he grabbed the little radio from his desk.

"Sounds like we have a turf war going on. Interesting." He dropped his hand from the stick and hooked his thumb in his pocket, the closest he ever got to standing at attention in front of anyone. "Where to, Mr. Faraday?"

Re: M14

[corvus_veritas]

What? Byrne heard the radio too, which was why he had a heavily confused look on his face right now. One voice sounded familiar - that was the guy that used to be in charge, right? - but the other one didn't ring any bells. What was all this talk about escaping and a basement? And since when did this place have a basement, anyway? Byrne never saw any stairs that went down below the first level, and he didn't remember any other patients talking about there being a basement. Pretty suspicious from the sound of it