Nightshift 42: F31-40 Hallway

[constellates]

[currently in F??, as her room is unassigned currently. Assuming it's in the F31-40 hallway for believability's sake.]

Ow.Alkaid shifted restlessly in a cold bed: a bed that she still did not recognize as her own. Even after three days. Tch, not like she spent any time in that bed anyway. Three whole days here and all the former Demon Palace

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[F??]

[reallyshortfuse]

What the hell?!

Shiba Kuukaku blinked in confusion as she stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

She last remembered scolding her brother after one of his 'trainings' before getting back inside to get herself some sake. So why had she suddenly awakened on a thin mattress in a room that was...obviously not part of her damned house? Hell, this didn't even come close to her tastes. The room was sparse and only reminded her of some infirmary. Only she couldn't remember getting hurt. And she wasn't stupid enough to drink so much sake that she couldn't remember what the hell had happened to her some night previous.

So what the hell was up with this bullshit?

"Hey!" she called out, voice sounding demanding and not all that pleased. "Someone tell me what the hell's goin' on here!"

A second passed. And another. Silence. Either someone did a damn good job of ignoring her, or there was no one around. But she wanted answers, and she wanted them now. If no one was going to show up and tell her, it looked like she would have to find someone that could spill the beans herself! She sat up and swung her feet over the side of the bed, eventually finding a pair of slippers on the cold floor. Sliding her feet into them and standing up, the fireworks master began looking around the room. Looked like this place was meant for two people, but the other one obviously wasn't around.

It was then she realized something else; someone had replaced her clothing with some lame-ass grey outfit with a smiley face drawn on the front. She tugged disapprovingly at the fabric, wondering what the hell had happened to her old outfit. Her headwrap and all her other stuff seemed to be missing as well. Including her sword.

Who the hell had taken her stuff, anyway?! Probably the shitface that had brought her here. Che! This was starting to piss her off.

She searched the room, but unsurprisingly her stuff was nowhere to be seen. Instead she found even more of the same ugly clothing, along with some strange device that worked as some portable torch. At least one thing in this place - wherever it was - wasn't useless. She went for the door, and to her surprise, no one had bothered to lock it.

Re: [F??]

[reallyshortfuse]

Kuukaku peeked into the hallway, but there was no one around. No guards or some other similiar dumbass, nothing. She stepped outside and opened the next door she could find, revealing exactly the same room she had just left. None of the beds had anybody sleeping in them, so she obviously couldn't kick someone out of bed and demand some answers. Maybe they were up and about like her, which meant wasting time here wasn't going to get her anywhere.

Not bothering to check the other rooms, she headed down the hallway.

[To here]