Nightshift 36 - M11-M20

[clockmongler]

Nightshift tended to prove just as lackluster as Dinner. At least Tyche was there to give the Gambler company for the previous shift (and she received most of his steak. Enjoy it as he may, he just never felt right about eating it). Without a roommate, there was little to complain about, so he simply watched as the kitten tunneled herself under his

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[tender_cruelty]

[From here]

He stopped outside Homura's room before knocking, after a hesitant moment, hooking his hair behind his right eat so that both of his eyes were visible. He felt much more vulnerable like this, exposed somehow, but Homura was the same as him and it seemed unfair somehow to hide his golden eye in front of the man when Homura didn't. It felt cowardly and deceitful.

He knocked quietly on the door then. "Homura?"

[screwthegods]

Homura had wasted no time when the night was announced. There was too much too do, so much he wanted to be finished with even before it began. Allelujah's visit would be a welcome one. Okita's would be a trial. The importance of this night for himself and for his group weighed heavily on him, but the demi-god had made his choices, and he would regret none of them

[tender_cruelty]

Allelujah smiled at Homura when the door opened, glad to see the older man like he hadn't really been glad to see anyone else in this place. He held out the makeshift bag, pulling one corner open to show what was inside. "It isn't much," he said apologetically. "I only made a few last night because I wasn't certain if it would work or if they'd even be there the next morning, but I can easily make more now I know that I have the mixture right." He pulled one out, rolling it between his fingers idly. "They're smoke bombs," he explained. "If you light the fuse, when the bomb actually begins to burn, it releases thick smoke. I thought you might have a use for them."

If they were accepted and useful, then he could make more tomorrow night, or go back to his room and make some more quickly before heading out. It would be easy enough to do.

[screwthegods]

Why Allelujah was acting like this gesture was somehow less than it should be was beyond Homura, and taking the bag, he smiled. "You owe me nothing, and yet you're still helping me. Anything you offer is appreciated." He listened carefully to the instructions about the bombs, noting that they would need a fire source to make full use of them. Of course it was then that he realized that he had no idea what the members of his club already possessed, and what they would still need to find. That would have to be taken care of on the coming day

M11

[winged_moon]

Yukito greeted the night announcement with about the same enthusiasm he had his dinner, meaning that he barely even moved from his place on the bed when the intercom crackled to life. The message, though, made him shudder when its meaning sank in. More people brought here. And all he wanted was to leave.

As the other drifted in his own thoughts, Yue gradually came to the fore again and moved to his feet. There was no longer any reason for him to exist, now that he'd been abandoned here. No longer any reason to try fight or escape or anything that had seemed so important before. But if Clow was here, then perhaps the book was, too - if he could just find that, he could seal himself away and sleep until he was needed again. If he ever was.

He turned toward the door without a word spoken to Ken, without even bothering to stop to gather up any of the things he usually brought along with himself at night. There was no point to it.

Re: M11

[gentiana_clusii]

"...where are you going?" Ken blinked, getting up. Going out there alone and without any sort of weapon in that state of mind was suicide. "Yue!"

Dammit, Ken really didn't want to have to knock him out until he got some sense back.

Re: M11

[winged_moon]

Yue paused, shoulders setting in a stubborn posture. He was going to go out there, because there was nothing else that he could do. But still, as much as he hated to admit it, he did owe Ken for helping him out in the past so he shouldn't just...well, leave.

He turned his head slightly to regard his roommate from the corner of his eye and considered exactly what to say. There was the truth, but that seemed unnecessary, and then the other might feel obligated to attempt to stop him.

"I need to go find someone," the guardian finally replied. It wasn't entirely false, and would hopefully mollify Ken.

Re: M11

[gentiana_clusii]

"Without so much as a flashlight? I don't think so." Ken crossed his arms and glared. Yue wasn't the only stubborn one in the room.

M15

[dawn_rune]

It was difficult to get much sense out of Takaya's mumblings, but Frey gathered that something bad had happened with a visitor. Someone's nose had been broken? Clearly it wasn't Takaya's, so that meant probably the visitor? Oh dear. Hopefully Takaya hadn't hit whoever it was with his broken wrist.

Re: M15

[forgot_my_life]

The drugs were wearing off a bit faster now and he started to strain against the bonds on his chest and legs. Takaya didn't want to return to a body that was bound and in pain. Kagetora wanted to lash out ... worked out fine for them both.

Blinking, trying to make sense of the world around him, he reached over and fumbled with the straps on his wrist.

Re: M15

[dawn_rune]

Frey was just about done with his dinner, so he put the empty plate and the uneaten dessert aside for a moment, and moved to undo the restraint on Takaya's nearest ankle. Like with the wrists he decided against trying to lean or crawl across Takaya's body to reach the far side.

Re: M15

[forgot_my_life]

He froze for a moment when Frey reached over, but didn't actually turn to look.

Damn it. He couldn't get a decent hold on the straps and hooks. He made a soft frustrated sound and lay back to try to get the one across his chest off.

[unmocked_lawr]

At the sound of the doors unlocking, Javert set his fork down with a firm click, stood up, and began to pack his materials for the night.

The roll of gauze and a few pens went into his pockets; the journal could stay behind for the night. He dropped the spare oxygen tank into his pillowcase and twisted the end shut, found and took the aluminum baseball bat, and switched the flashlight on.

Without further ado, he stepped out into the hallway.

[unmocked_lawr]

[to here]

[strange_unlife]

Once he was done eating, Shito set to the matter of bandaging his foot. He had to tear up the bedsheets first, and he decided he might as well do most of the sheet. He could bind his hand while he was at it, since it had fallen off so quickly last night. Pain in the ass, all around. Shito put a decent amount of padding on his foot, so that hopefully there wouldn't be as much pressure on the raw skin once the blisters burst. Someone seriously needed to teach that bitch some manners, but obviously it wasn't going to be him. If he had his gun... damn it

[strange_unlife]

[to the right hallway this time]