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Night 58: M21-M30 Hallway

Sep 07, 2011 15:10

[In M24.]In the end, Peter hadn't been able to do a thing while Sam had been taken by the soldiers. Even though they'd made it clear that it wasn't for the normal things -- experimentation or brainwashing -- he couldn't help but feel both nervous for his roommate and useless over not being able to stop it. But Peter had his own plans for the night ( Read more... )

utena, s.t., japan, daemon, peter petrelli, izaya, spock, l

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M27 dual_worlds September 8 2011, 03:20:58 UTC

Dinner passed quieter than Spock had anticipated, particularly after hearing the curt announcement during his walk to his assigned quarters. What Code 1-8 was remained to be seen, but Spock suspected the patient body would learn the answer at some point during this Nightshift ( ... )

toxicspiderman September 9 2011, 02:22:28 UTC

Day clicked into night with the unassuming fanfare of a bored secretary typing in triplicate and doing her nails at the same time. Harrington, maybe ( ... )

M24 roseoverture September 9 2011, 08:43:49 UTC

[From here]

Utena was faced with a problem when she reached the door of M24: how was she going to knock with her hands full? Going for the simple solution, she opted to use her feet rather than her hands, and gave the door a couple of gentle kicks with the toe of her shoe. "Oi, Peter? This is Peter's room, right?" she called through the door. "It's Utena. I've got that box I told you about."

M24 human_sponge September 10 2011, 02:22:48 UTC

The door knocking caused Peter to jerk up from his position on the bed, his heart shooting up into his throat. It was ridiculous to be startled by something he'd been expecting, but his thoughts had drifted off as he'd waited and more than that, the knocking reminded him of how the soldiers had come in to seize his roommate.

Peter couldn't do anything about that, though, and so he redirected his focus, springing off of the bed and rushing over to the door to open it. "Yeah, that's me..."

He had to deal with a flashlight being pointed right at him as the door opened, but that was because it was positioned on top of a box full of supplies that a pink-haired, teenage girl was carefully holding. This would be the second one he'd met today, after Sakura, and the third girl this age, counting Tear. Of course, he'd also spoken to Claire that morning, but she didn't count ( ... )

roseoverture September 10 2011, 03:13:21 UTC

Utena's experience in Landel's was rather the opposite - she felt as though she ran into a lot of older patients, and she was noting right that second that Peter was another of those. Granted, he and many others were still young, but it still stood that people her age or younger weren't as common as they had been at Ohtori. Regardless, age was no reason to get weirded out or intimidated. Not many people struck her as stuffy or unreasonable here, the way the teachers and other staff at Ohtori had been. Well, not counting Akio, of course. Come to think of it, Peter looked about Akio's age, didn't he? It was hard to tell with Americans ( ... )

human_sponge September 10 2011, 04:39:53 UTC

Peter couldn't help noticing that Utena had a sword. It didn't stand out quite as much as Albedo and his shotgun, but here was yet another young person who carried around a weapon and knew how to use it (or so he was guessing). It was so bizarre to someone like Peter, who knew how to shoot a gun due to hunting trips and even found that to be pretty unappealing overall. Kids just didn't run around with swordsOf course, he'd already accepted the fact that the other people here sometimes came from places that were very different than what he was used to, but it was still disturbing to think about ( ... )

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bastard_sadi September 12 2011, 22:12:59 UTC

Daemon was ridiculously relieved to find the pole staff reappear in his closet after darkness fell, he'd been hoping he wouldn't have to scavenge for weapons anew. One was missing, however, leaving him with a sole weapon, until he remembered he'd lent the second one to the boy who'd gone spider hunting with him. He hoped John had made good use of it in his time here.

Gathering that, his flashlight, the radio, and a handful of pens - the latter giving him a momentary pang of aching loss that he did his best to stifle, Daemon gave his room one more glance over before heading out.

He had no destination in mind, but he was restless to be moving. He wanted to see how much had changed in his unplanned absence.

bastard_sadi September 13 2011, 01:23:32 UTC

[Going to here.]

From M25 predictator September 17 2011, 00:02:32 UTC

The intercom was silent tonight.

Just last night, Aguilar had been so informative, and tonight, nothing? How disappointing. How suspicious. Perhaps there was merely nothing to say after forcing participation in the drug trials on a selected number of subjects-and how Izaya wished he could have been there to see that little play unfold. His roommate's state in the aftermath was interesting, but not worth staying here all night for. Not when there were so many more humans to see, and the medical wing to finally investigate.

Of course, with the forced trials, there was no guarantee that the drugs would still be available in the infirmary for the voluntary trials... but there was also only one way to find out.

When the doors unlocked, Izaya gave Ryuuzaki a thin smile and a cheerful-sounding "Good night!" as he exited the room, flashlight in one hand and radio tucked under his arm.

[Skipping to here]

M25 quarter_english September 17 2011, 18:50:39 UTC

L lay curled on his bed with his back to the wall, his teeth set hard against the tip of his thumb. He nodded once at Orihara's too-cheerful farewell, too preoccupied to say anything in return ( ... )