Night 58: Main Hallway 2-East

[ofthemotions]

[from here]Mikado kept near to the man, half wondering if, like American fun houses, something would jump out at every turn. Nothing, in the end, and other than the creepy demeanor of the place, Mikado was wondering if there was really anything to be concerned with. It was another aspect that was just... off about this place, but it didn't seem as

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[sheepwood]

[From here, and with a bit of time-warping around the other party.]

Neither the darkness nor the creepiness improved as they exited the stairwell into the main corridor on the second floor. At least their destination was close, or he hoped it was. Of the many things at night Guybrush was not looking forward to, wandering through spooky and possibly life-threatening hallways were at the top of the list.

"And just a couple of nights ago, Marc revealed he and Landel were in cahoots now. Makes sense, since Aguilar kicked him out, but I'm not exactly thrilled at the prospect of someone supposedly trying to help us working with the guy who put us here in the first place."

He waved with his hook toward the hall on the side wall. "This way."

[selfnighted]

That explanation was rather...mundane. Maya remembered seeing a radio, but had dismissed it so quickly, even now she knew of its significance she couldn't even remember where it was. More the convenient for her, she supposed.

But the knowledge that might have been comforting was dashed at the mention of the specifics. Deigning to collaborate with Landel made this man named Marc quite suspect, did it not? One questioned where his true loyalties lay. That in mind, his recent broadcast took on a tone of defensiveness. "...Hm."

[to here]

[predictator]

There was a bounce to his step as he exited the stairwell, with Mikado sticking close by.

"I think I'd like to go to the chapel," he said cheerily. "There's a soldier that's willing to talk there; didn't you hear?"

Granted, this Harrington was probably far more interested in hearing what others had to say than saying something himself, but there was a possibility there-and Izaya was more than happy to seize it, even if it meant eavesdropping. Of course, there was a possibility it could end up a bust, but if he didn't go himself, he'd never know. Not really.

While, he hadn't been to the chapel himself yet, but he remembered seeing it marked on (largely uninformative) map that had been pinned to the bulletin board, which had indicated it was above the cafeteria. He started to the left.

[ofthemotions]

He had heard; yes, of course, but going to talk to him didn't seem all that appealing. The soldiers ignored Mikado all day, after all--and they had no information, so why would the soldier waste time with them?

Though Mikado could guess why Izaya was in a good mood. Maybe the soldier knew something more about this place, or anything really. And gaining information was likely something like candy to the man. Mikado felt a little bad, vaguely, at least. Izaya was in the same situation as everyone else, cut off from whatever methods he used to keep tabs everywhere (creepily keeping tabs on everything, but...), so the fact of this guy was likely something to look forward to.

[to here]

[poorexample]

[From here.]

Michael took a left, leading them further down the empty hallway. Almost immediately he came upon a door on the left-hand side and his natural curiosity spurred him to open it. What he found when he moved his flashlight beam through the doorway was a long hallway with a number of doors on either side.

It wasn't particularly interesting, but on the other hand, chances were that the information they were looking for was hidden away in a file somewhere. Like a needle in a haystack, in other words. Luckily for him he was used to this sort of thing and he was persistent.

"What do you think?" he asked with a glance back to Noah. Once again, he realized how odd it was to be conferring with his crazy brother, but it was good to bounce off of someone and, in a way, it was habit. "Check the rooms in here or keeping moving?" The hallway kept going, so either option was viable.

[affictitious]

Uncharacteristically, Gabriel didn't make any audible whine about the other taking the lead, caught up in his thoughts for the moment. It was usually a bad sign when he got quiet, but now was discovery time. Mulling over things and all that. Not that Harrington had given them a hell of a lot to go on - so, great. He knew two patients knew the mole. Aguilar wanted the mole. Gabriel was very much interested in keeping Aguilar from what he wanted, but he also was very much interested in not getting involved at all.

Sometimes, personal vendettas just weren't worth it.

He peeked around Michael's shoulder, though the flashlight didn't show much outside another ominous, dark hallway. "Keep going. We can hit this back if it's a dead end."

[damned_monsters]

However, either of the two were unlikely to decide before the Institute answered for them.

There was a sudden bang as one of the nearby doors rattled violently before swinging wide open and slamming into the wall. Not even a moment passed before a creature came lumbering out, matted hair covering its entire body. The hunched figure turned towards the source of the light, baring sharp yellow teeth and began charging at the pair of men.

[poorexample]

Moving on seemed like a good choice. They knew this hallway was here now. It made sense to keep going, get a full idea of the layout of this part of the upper floor, and then backtrack if they wanted. Michael didn't know how much time they had before they were found and escorted back to their beds, but for now they might as well do what they could.

Right as he was heading off, he heard a loud sound from behind them. His heart stopped for a moment and as he turned around he saw something charging right for them.

He tried to force this to make sense in a split second. It was an enraged, crazed patient. That had to be it. But he could see from the thing's build and its eyes and those teeth that that wasn't the case. "Shit!" he cried out -- and really, Michael usually wasn't one to swear, but these were special circumstances.

What the hell was going on? How could this be happening? Was he losing it again? Regardless of what was going on, it was happening as far as he could tell, and so he had to react. "Noah!" He grabbed for his

[scientist_skye]

[from here, timeskipping the monster attack!]

The further they continued, the more Ema was convinced that some sort of irritant had been in the air toward the end of the previous hallway. There was an unpleasant stinging in her eyes and sinuses that caused a production of moisture in both. Sniffling and blinking, she slowed her pace significantly in order to prevent herself from walking into something (or something) while so distracted.

"Did either of you feel something back there?" Or was she suddenly suffering a malfunction related to her M-U?

[unheroed]

As much as the other two might want to debate over whether or not to go see Harrington, Harvey was figuring that they would run out of time in the night before they had to worry about it. It was tough to ever accomplishment a whole lot. He'd managed it with the basement, but they'd had a teleporting ring and a whole lot of determination on their side.

Of course, things could never be simple either. Harvey couldn't ignore the fact that something was bothering him all of a sudden. The first sign of it was a burning in his throat and then a tingling sensation all across his wounded face. His eyes started to water soon after and he had to pull his arm up to wipe at them (not seeming to care that he was putting pressure on the burns at the same time).

Before he could make any comment on it himself, Ema also mentioned feeling something. "Yeah... yeah. Still feeling it, actually." He remembered the time that he'd walked through that section of the second floor and had also experienced strange effects, although that had felt more like a

[believein0]

Ema was right. Very easily the institute could be setting a trap for anyone wanting to take advantage of Major Harrington in there. The group wouldn't be defenseless after this little trip, exactly, but how well armed would the Major be? And would he have back-up? It was probably foolish to assume he would be completely alone.

Zero was about to respond to Ema's concern when he noticed that something was wrong with his respiratory system. His throat and nose felt like they were burning, being most noticeable every time he took a breath. (How did a human feel the inside of their body burning like this? It felt so strange.) Soon afterward the burning sensation spread to his eyes, which grew moist in response. It wasn't just him, he realized; Ema and Mr. Dent appeared to be having similar reactions

[vsyourface]

[From here]

Scott could feel the gas getting weaker the further away he got, but damn if its effects weren't going away anytime soon. He hacked and coughed the whole way, half-convinced he was going to see a lung pop out in front of his watering vision any second now.

Eventually, he made it to the corner of the hall, and propped himself up against the wall. He wasn't sure if Peter had followed or not. All he cared about right now was coughing that stuff out of his system. His eyes scrunched shut tight and covered his mouth, tears flowing from the irritation as he wheezed, body stinging all over.

Maybe the tears weren't just from the gas, either.

[vsyourface]

Scott was doubled over in his own lap by the time he reached the crescendo of his coughing fit. He saw spots before his eyes from the force with which he'd kept them closed, and his lids felt chilled as the air around them touched the tears that kept them wet. His chest shuddered as he drew in a breath. Breath sifted back out. Another shudder went in. And then his chest quaked as more coughs pushed their way out, but these ones were weaker than the ones before. The effects of the gas weren't going to go away quickly, but the worst of them seemed to be over at least