M11-M20 Hallway

[affictitious]

As one hundred percent thrilled as he was to find that his recent thirteen year old victim of good ol' traditional slaughter was alive and, unfortunately, not in pieces, Gabriel was significantly more thrilled that he had self-established himself as a guardian angel for the night to one very, very hapless human

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M17

[deathandgin]

Well. That was.

That was.

Another typical part of the day for my life as of this moment, Alaric thought, rubbing the afflicted arm with a sigh. There was a lot to be freaking out about right now, sure. What code 1-8 stood for. Pretty much know that now, don't I? What had just been injected into him. If it was something lethal, pretty much guaranteed to kill him permanently, unless the nurse had been a vampire. Doubtful at this point. He was starting to think the only people here that were vampires were the ones he already knew.

Maybe it was just vervain. If they knew what Damon was, he wasn't surprised to see they might want to limit the most convenient blood source. Maybe it was some kind of creepy test or something. Or maybe Alaric just wanted an excuse to get out of it.

More likely.

It might be just as well that Indiana/Ford was gone. Not that Alaric wanted him dead. He didn't want anyone dead. But if he had to be trapped here, suffering like this - and, okay, admittedly Alaric didn't really want anyone to be watching him

Re: M17

[saviored]

You know what would've been nice? If he actually knew what the hell he was waiting for. As far as he could tell, he felt fine, though it was weird to be even thinking about this in the first place. His kind? They didn't exactly come down with the flu. The closest thing he'd ever felt to being sick was vervain, and this wasn't it. Too slow.

Reaching into the drawer, he took the knife (which he hadn't planned on taking until he did) and stepped out of his room, feeling an edge he hadn't felt before. He shook it off. Maybe he should've brought his fl-? Or-why was that even a thought. No, don't answer that. He was gonna get something to eat, that was what he was going to do. And then preferably, there would be some form of progress.

When he turned down the hallway, he could see a crack of light coming from Rick's open door. Hmm. Either Rick had somehow made a new friend he was expecting or he'd decided it was a good idea to make sure he could hear Damon coming. Something told him he should go with option B. Though, the open door did

Re: M17

[deathandgin]

By the time the door had swung open, Alaric was on his bed, fingering his way through the semi-organized stuff in his special little patient box. Something made him jump at the movement of the door, already reaching into the box to grab the wrench he'd moved from out of the toolbox - seeing who it was didn't make him drop it immediately, but he did eventually.

Shame he wasn't closer. ... huh.

"I'm positive. You get to stay stuck outside." He plucked one of the rolls of gauze out of the box, snapping it shut and pushing it back under the bed with his foot. The nurse hadn't been quite kind enough to bandage his injection, and the one in his other arm was going to need to be redone. The flashlight he was now using to light his room was big, bulky as hell, and bright enough to light up the repetitive glimmer in Damon's hand. "Where'd you get a knife?" Better yet, why didn't he have a knife? A boxcutter just wasn't going to cut it for long

[saviored]

Damon decided he'd generously avoid mentioning that only he had to remain stuck outside. Objects in his hand, however, did not. Well, part generosity, part because his attention was caught by the faint scent of blood. Small enough that he hadn't noticed until he'd come closer.

He ignored Rick's question (it was a damn kitchen knife, where did it look like he got it? Sure as hell wasn't the local Williams-Sonoma), turning narrowed eyes instead on Rick's arm and then the gauze. That was fresh blood he was smelling. Considering what'd happened to him, it wasn't a great leap to get to his conclusion

M20

[spandexorgtfo]

Right...time to meet Soma. There was no announcement, which was both jarring and relieving, although Kratos wouldn't have cared either way if some sort of psychological "experiment" had been planned for tonight; he had already been subjected to something even before the door had unlocked.

He set aside his empty plate and pushed himself to his feet, wordlessly changing out of his uniform and into his usual clothes. They hardly offered any more protection than the things that the military had provided, but there was something comforting about wearing something that was his, like he could for an instant step back into his old self

Re: M20

[age_of_kings]

Tolten simply nodded to Kratos when the man left, then paused. Had...what had Kratos said? He had assumed something like 'take care' or perhaps 'be safe', but...surely he had imagined anything that sounded like 'taste my blade'?

By the ancestor, maybe he was having a meltdown of sorts this evening!

Or he'd simply misheard, as he hadn't been paying any attention since Kratos had begun changing. It was only polite, and he easily misheard a simple farewell as something sinister. It was this place, just as his roommate had said. And Tolten did like the other man. He was familiar (in a sense) and stable and therefor a comforting presence

Re: M20

[gald_digger]

[from here]

Finally, she made it! M20. Anise tucked the pipe under her arm so she could reach for the door. She gave it a few energetic knocks, then called out, "It's me, Anise! I brought the pipe!" Knowing how easy it would be to mistake a knock for a suspicious stranger, or the rapping of a monster, Anise had made a habit of cheerfully announcing herself whenever she approached someone's room.

Besides, it was a good way to brighten a person's night, and at Landel's, most people's nights were severely lacking in that kind of cheer. Tolten seemed pretty easy to please, too. If her first impression of him was on the mark, then he'd be plenty happy with her little gift to him, even though it was just a hand-me-down makeshift weapon.

Re: M20

[age_of_kings]

"Please come in, Miss Tatlin!"

How odd...of course he needed the pipe. He knew he was going to need it, there was no reason to make such a point of saying so! Maybe Anise had had a rough evening. Such as his own.

Tolten was still standing at his bed, trying to figure out what uses he could put such simple items to. He felt as though surely if he applied a little creative thinking, he could figure something out. Unfortunately, that sort of thing simply wasn't in his nature. But now he moved to his desk, retrieving the card he had made during the day.

He wondered how many others had been injected. He frowned as he ran his fingers nervously over the edge of the plate that served as backing for the card. How many people that he knew had been taken and mucked with? Not that there was even any 'taking' involved. But it was strange, how feverishly worried he found himself for people he barely knew.

He hoped Anise was alright.

M14

[corvus_veritas]

[From here; forward-dated to when Javert is not there]

... Byrne should have known something was wrong when he didn't see Badd standing outside in the hall. But he didn't think anything of it at first, merely assumed that the detective was taking his time and was still in his room. Obviously Byrne was trying very hard to be optimistic tonight.

He approached the door (M14, right? Yes, it was) and knocked, just in case, well, somebody else was in there or something. Barging into a room unannounced was rude unless it was a life-or-death situation, which this wasn't. (Funny thing to say in a place like this.) After knocking, he counted the seconds it took for Badd to answer.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Weird. Maybe he hadn't heard him knocking? Try again, this time a little louder. Knock knock knock.One, two, three...fifteen, sixteen, seventeen...thirty-three

M19

[touchedgod]

This time, the water was unforgiving in its realism. Billy inhaled deep, gulping breaths of salt water until his lungs were searing and his thoughts dissolved into oppressive panic. His impending death robbed him of his sapience, and his eyes darted like the frightened animal he was. He laid there alongside the gasping and dying denizens of the deep. They were drowning, he was drowning, not in water, but in air. Billy’s chest was collapsing under his own weight, he was weak and struggling to exist without the water embracing him and holding him up. His head spun sickeningly, and the shock of the surface swiftly became too much for his body. Desperately, Billy clawed at the air that constricted him, wrapping around him tighter and tighter. His arms, all of his arms, vast and many, couldn’t move, and his struggles were not the graceful coils of a predator, but merely baleful, sluggish rolls. Above him, the sun was burning too close, and he felt as though he might catch fire. He twisted fitfully, and found escape only as the ground gave

[touchedgod]

Frustrated but defeated, Billy could only assume he had never made it to the Darwin Center at all.

“What the fuck, Simon,” he gasped into the empty room. How long had he been out? Too long, obviously, if he excused the fact of his continued existence. While the state of this room certainly said “apocalypse” to him, it was more of a post-apocalypse look, rather than the mid- he was expecting. Not the feel of a world about to burn down to nothing

[touchedgod]

[To here]

M16

[girlsandgadgets]

In spite of the ominous mention of Code 1-8 prior to dinner, the start of night came with no fanfare. The lack of announcements usually meant there was more to come during the night, even if the project wasn't given a name or number. Just what was to come was anyone's guess. Edgar grabbed his items quickly, leaving with a nod to Gren. "Take care of yourself. I'd rather not lose another ally so soon." With that, he stepped into the hall

M16

[for_a_song]

Gren nodded as Edgar headed out, then finished up his granola bar and started gathering up his gear.

He didn't really have much of a plan for the night. Head towards upstairs and see if he could get a little further than he had the last time he'd set out to try and find records of just what they'd done to him in this place.

After a few moments, he'd gathered the necessary supplies, picked up his shovel from where it had been propped, and headed out the door.

[ Skipping to here.]

[girlsandgadgets]

[To here.]