Night 57: F21-F30 Hallway

[witchdetective]

Aguilar's announcement was met with a satisfied smirk from Erika as she realized she had been correct in her theory on why things had reverted (for the most part) back to how it was for this one day. It also provided her some information about the nature of the visitors themselves: They were genuine, or at least as genuine as this place could get.

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F21

[no_dont_go]

Having cuddled Schrodinger accordingly and forced a few bites of goop into her mouth for good measure, Aigis armed herself with her claws and her dying flashlight. She also retrieved the ribbon she had bought in Doyleton the day before and tied it around her neck, securing it in a neat bow. It would be the signal to Sora that she was who she was

[arakhnes]

As seemed to be the routine, once the doors opened, Jessica was out of there. Of course, she waited for her roommate to exit first, and gathered the rather limited supplies she had -- flashlight and radio at hand before she slipped out the door. It was the same routine as the night before, but instead of plans of escape, it was determination to head towards the medical wing.

She could only think of the announcement over the intercom. The actual one, not that fakey thing as if they cared about the prisoners trapped here. They were tools. Military weapons. Designed to do whatever this man -- the General wanted, by any means necessary. In this case, he was bribing them. Try the crap they cooked up for a pin or a weapon. Oh boy, risking her life for something that might be utterly shitty or useless, or a pin that got her bonus points.

She was ecstatic.

But Jessica didn't have any plans to try any drugs or medicine or whatever. No, what she wanted was information. So when the door clicked open, she waited a few moments before slipping

[loyalrose]

Well. That certainly made things interesting for the rest of night, didn't it? Rose perched on the edge of her bed for a moment, debating what to do after the intercom had clicked off once more. She had no idea what any of the others might have planned for tonight, but the lure of information and possibly a weapon was a tempting prospect. Although considering how many others were probably thinking the same thing, it might be a bit of a rush. Grabbing her flashlight, her radio, and a handful of pens, Rose slipped out the door and headed down the hall.

[ To here.]

F21

[fourstonewalls]

[from here]

Ema's room was right around the corner, and Lana knocked briskly.

No answer. That could mean many things, but very few of them were good. Lana took a deep breath, and tried not to worry. Alright, she tried not to worry too much, as she knocked again and waited. Still no answer, but the door was unlocked.

Ema was asleep. That was all. Lana brushed Ema's hair back where it had fallen in her face, and tried again to relax. This time, it was successful. She sat there for a few minutes, just watching Ema sleep. Then she rose, uncapped a pen and wrote a quick note, leaving it on the top of Ema's notebook.

Went exploring. Don't worry about me, I'm not planning to go anywhere that "experiment". Love, Lana

There. Reassurance and warning at once, and if she was lucky, Ema would find it in the morning and the worst Lana would have to do was attempt to answer questions about a travesty of both science and justice she had no particular intention of investigating.

[back out to here]

[selfnighted]

My. How bold. Quite a nice, impassioned speech, yet passion in no way indicated the truth of what the orator spoke of. If the good general truly wanted to aid the patients, he wouldn't kidnap them to begin with. Any results the patients of this purported drug trial would assuredly serve the general's goals-which meant (or at the very least, heavily implied) that the little speech was a lie.

Did he imagine himself some form of tragic hero? 'I'd treat you better if you'd only cooperate' indeed. Even a kind prison guard was a prison guard. Kindly insinuating that the patients would better serve themselves by submitting to jumping through hoops was merely a strawman that disguised true intent. And what need did she have of a weapon? Doubtlessly it would be something that ill-suited her-inevitable when her only true "weapon" lay not in anything tangible or reproducible.

Still, she found she had to confess to a base curiosity. A medical wing. Surely it promised an interesting diversion? Perhaps she'd make her way over there-just for a