Night 58: M41-M50 Hallway

[corvus_veritas]

[M41]

For the first time that Byrne could remember in the four or five days he'd been here, the night began without any sort of dramatic fanfare. No mysterious intercom broadcast, no creepy static, no doctors coming in to drag him away again, no nothing. Just the usual unlocking of the doors and silence.

The staff were trying to find new ways to

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M41

[dual_worlds]

((From here.))

After entering the block, Spock did a routine sweep with his flashlight in order to make certain that he wasn't in any immediate danger. Fortunately, the area appeared clear, and he continued into the next hallway that would lead him to McCoy's quarters.

The room was toward the end of the hall, but labeled clearly as M41. Although it was customary for humans to knock, Spock had never fallen into the habit of doing so, particularly since most doors in Starfleet were automated. Instead, he straightened his posture and verbally announced his presence.

"Dr. McCoy," he said, loud enough to be heard on the other side of the door, but still quiet enough not to draw any unnecessary attention from surrounding patients. "This is Commander Spock. May I enter your quarters?"

[hes_deadjim]

McCoy huddled on the bed, legs drawn up, and arms wrapped around his head. It didn't do a thing for the migraine. He was pretty sure by now that, short of something strong enough to put a horse down, nothing would work, and he didn't have those on hand that he thought he could safely use. At least, McCoy tried to be optimistic, he was still at the point where he was thinking about safe dosage. Other than prevent his head from coming off his spine, curling up like this didn't do much. He tightened his arms and tried to stop thinking.

It worked for all of about a few seconds, and his mind was racing, thundering on like some Klingon war machine. He hadn't slept a wink. He hadn't thought of anything else since lunch shift other than what he'd done, the incredibly stupid, irresponsible, desperate thing he'd asked for. Even by his books, he couldn't think of anything so stupid. Jim and Spock, even on their worst stunts on away missions, suddenly looked like pinnacles of common sense.

He was insane. He had to be to even consider letting a

[dual_worlds]

Although he had been fully prepared to enter the man's quarters and begin preparations for their meld, McCoy imposed his body in the doorway, apparently fixated and keeping him outside. Spock's eyebrows faintly knit together, but he gave no further outward reaction toward the scathing insults

[hes_deadjim]

Spock was supposed to leave. McCoy nervously shifted from one foot to the other when Spock remained where he was.

"Look, you half-breed," McCoy began. Either he'd get Spock to violence if he went far enough, which would probably leave McCoy dead: infinitely better than being rendered a vegetable, or he'd get him to leave. Seemed like a win-win considering the alternative. "What part of 'no' didn't you get

[unheroed]

The conversation with Lunge was hardly what Harvey had been expecting, mainly because it wasn't even allowed to happen. He couldn't explain how he could be physically incapable of talking about what had gone on, but it was definitely enough to piss him off all over again. Here they'd been through something horrible and they weren't even able to warn people off from following in their idiotic footsteps

[unheroed]

[To here.]

M44

[full_score]

Only the soft click from their door and unnerving silence from the intercom signified the beginning of night. Claude had done his best to eat what he could of his dinner, as well as offer some to his roommate, but the uncertainty from those forced injections made his stomach churn with anxiety. He wondered if others suffered from similar treatment, or if he and Firo had unluckily been singled out. Claude remembered some of the horrible stories floating around on the bulletin board

M46

[boketa]

[From here]Goku had a hunch Kibitoshin was behind this door. It smelled like him the way nothing else did, as if he had rolled around on the door like an excited dog. So without another thought, the young boy barged in with a loud "Hey!" that no one acknowledged

Unassigned room on the hallway

[vinesofregret]

Hakkai awoke with a start. Something was missing. Jeep. The tiny dragon had curled up next to him that night when he'd gone to bed, and now that small warm weight was gone. Hopefully he'd just moved to the floor, but after all they'd been through lately... maybe better just to check. And then he could go back to sleep and not worry. He reached out a hand for his monocle on the nightstand - and hit wall. Ah, he'd probably rolled over in his sleep. He reached out the other way, and wrapped his fingers around the thin frame of his glasses. Huh, that was funny - he didn't remember laying them out there... Regardless, he slipped them on, and sat up, blinking a few times to adjust to the darkness.

When his eyes finally adjusted, he realized this was most definitely not the room at the inn. Too small, for one - and Gojyo should have been sleeping in the other bed. Instead it was perfectly neatly made, like it hadn't been used at all - and that, he knew, was definitely not something Gojyo would bother with. He couldn't see Jeep, either.

Re: Unassigned room on the hallway

[immortale]

Firo had felt pretty glad that there had been nothing else from the intercom after dinner: no more code 1-8, and especially no cheery-sounding man wishing them a good night (ha!). He gave Claude a wave and half a smile when his roommate headed out, but made no move to follow him.

Instead, he turned to the bed, slumping heavily onto it.

If the drug that had been forced upon him was going to affect him at all, how long would it take to start working? And then-how long would it last? He'd thought before that waiting it out in the room would be best, or maybe even sleep it off, but... What if it didn't do anything at all? Spending the whole night in the room would be fine if there was a reason for it, but he didn't like to think that it might turn out to be pointless after all.

He shifted to a more comfortable position, burying his head in the pillow and reaching up to loosen his collar. Maybe he'd just sleep for a while, and if he woke up before morning, he'd see how he felt then......

"Firo...?"At the faint sound of his name,

[vinesofregret]

Hakkai's flashlight caught a younger man coming out of one of the doors. He was younger than Hakkai - though probably not by much - and dressed in the same clothes Hakkai had found in the closest and drawers. Which, Hakkai realized, was probably what he was wearing too - he hadn't bothered to check, really.

He gave the young man a polite smile. "Ah, no... you're the first person I've seen in this place so far, actually. I take it you're looking for someone?" He wasn't sure if this was another trap, or if it wasn't, if whoever the man was seeking was actually here - but he needed allies for the moment, and politeness never went amiss.

[immortale]

"Ah... Yeah," Firo answered. "A lady with reddish hair who looks a little older than me; I thought I heard her voice out here."

Despite not wanting Ennis to be here in the first place, Firo felt a little disappointed at the news that this man hadn't seen her. He glanced down towards the open end of the hall, pointing the light that way just in case he'd missed catching sight of her, but then the full implication of what the other man had said caught up with him.

The first person he'd seen, not 'tonight' but 'in this place'. Maybe he'd just meant the hallway, but...

...No, he was getting ahead of himself and jumping to conclusions. He'd probably just misunderstood, and asking the man to clarify was a simple matter. "Hey, when you said I was the first person you've seen here... What did you mean?"