Nightshift 44: M51-M60 Hallway

[tsunagari]

Sai changed quickly. Whether he was less emotionally stable that usual or not, he was far better off than he'd been the night before. He would perform the mission required of him tonight. It was nothing that should put anyone's lives at stake, and holing himself up would only decrease his ability to perform his duties later

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[sixtyeighth]

Tonight was different than the night before: Giovanni knew what to expect. He knew what he was up against, and he knew that he was injured, and he also knew that Haine was here. That made all the difference. As soon as the doors unlocked, he put on the winter boots, grabbed his flashlight, and headed out into the hallway. This particular hall was quiet, a change from his previous room assignment. He took advantage of the quietness to go over what he had done the previous night, where he had been. The recreational field and the park were both worthless as far as useful items went - but what was upstairs? (And he still needed to find somewhere to get cigarettes for Badou. Why was he doing something nice for such an idiot? He didn't know.)

Instead of venturing into the bathrooms to retrieve a pipe like he had last night, Giovanni headed in the opposite direction, towards the south.

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Inside M59

[high_prosecutor]

...well, wasn't that an interesting intercom announcement? Of course, Miles didn't believe a word of it. Truth was, he didn't know quite what to believe anymore. That was something he wasn't used to. The truth generally made itself known one way or the other eventually; it didn't change and grow murky after he thought he had the shape of it.

He mulled that over as he inspected his suit. Thankfully, there were no traces of the bloodstains that had marked it the night previous. It was as if it had never been touched, and that was a relief. Miles nodded at it once before getting changed and getting what he could together, then sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting on Phoenix.

Re: Inside M59

[pleading_ngri]

[From here.]

M59, right? Phoenix thought he remembered that correctly. He knocked on the door, calling in uncertainly. "Edgeworth?"

Come on. Tell me you didn't have to fend off your zombie roommate with your wits and a ballpoint pen. He wasn't deeply worried - even with the element of surprise, Edgeworth's roommate hadn't gotten much of a jump on him last time - but he still couldn't forget the red blot that had been spread out along one side of his neck.

Re: Inside M59

[high_prosecutor]

"Come in, Wright," he replied, still half-distracted by the awkward task of trying to put on cufflinks in a dimly-lighted room. Once they were - mostly; he'd have to check them again in the light - in place, he turned around, breathing a quiet sigh of relief.

"You didn't have any trouble on the way over, right?" Miles was sure he would have known had that been the case, but had to ask anyway. "And there's no need to worry. I wasn't made into dinner by my roommate again. Actually, they seem to have changed them up again."

Re: Inside M59

[pleading_ngri]

Fortunately, Phoenix got most of his relief and smiling stupidly out of the way when he first pushed open the door and found Miles standing a short distance away. He was facing at on oblique angle to the door, fiddling with one of his cuffs in a way that perfectly matched the tone that had colored his voice a second ago: preoccupied but apparently unconcerned. The only thing wrong was how grateful Phoenix realized he had been, in that moment, just to see something placid and perfectly normal. This place was really doing a number on him.

"No trouble. It's actually pretty quiet tonight. At least, the north halls and the rec field are." Phoenix juggled the rapier around until he had a decent grasp on the hilt, offering it back to Miles pommel-first.

Wow. Am I really that predictable? Phoenix guessed so. Maybe the shaking and the yelling at breakfast had given him away. Or maybe his small series of heart attacks last night. Either one of those was probably a safe bet. Even if the darkness more or less hid the sheepish grin that snuck

M60

[host_club_honey]

Honey waved goodbye to his roommate and slipped off the bed, still munching on the last of his second brownie. Today had been trying in a number of ways, but they had to be strong, even if he felt like curling up in a ball and crying for a while. In the end, that wouldn't do much good.

He dug the broken-off broomstick from under his bed and peered out the door to his room. As he clicked on his flashlight, he noticed the beam was already getting weak and flickering. Not good.

Re: M60

[mukuchi]

It didn't take long for Mori to get ready for the night. He had the brownie and he had his makeshift staff - there wasn't much more he needed to carry. What was important, was getting to Mitsukuni. While the other teen didn't blame him for the bad things that had happened that day, Mori still felt responsible, and he still felt like he should be punished. It wasn't right that he had let someone upset Mitsukuni that way, nor was it right that his cousin was putting on a brave face and trying to ignore how upset he likely was.

Moving through the halls like he always did, Mori approached Mitsukuni's door quietly. He could see a weak and flickering beam of light coming from the doorway and...that wasn't good. They needed to find batteries. Maybe that's what they'd do tonight since no one signed up for the Cake Club. Upstairs for batteries and metal for Mitsukuni's shuriken. Nodding to himself, Mori came up on the door and tapped his staff against the frame before holding out the brownie.

Re: M60

[host_club_honey]

Honey looked up happily when he saw his best friend's face. Of course, there was the brownie too, which he took after shifting his things to one arm. With how little sweets they were given here, it was like slowly starving to death! Dessert with dinner just wasn't enough.

He ate quickly though, letting the sweet, chocolaty taste remain. At least he didn't have to brush his teeth right away.

"Ready?" he asked, not sure if he could say that he was himself. "I think it's just the two of us tonight, so we can go at our own pace."

Re: M60

[mukuchi]

He seemed happy. Seemed being the operative word. He wasn't showing that he was upset, but Mori couldn't be so sure. Mitsukuni could be deceptively strong sometimes, especially when he really just wanted to cry and be a child again. Moving into the room, he sat down on his roommate's bed, waiting for his cousin to finish his dessert.

Mitsukuni ate quickly, but even after he finished, Mori didn't move to stand. His cousin needed a little more time, even if he didn't realize it himself. They'd lost friends today and he'd been in a fight at lunch. Even if talking to Sen had probably helped him some, he wasn't at his best yet and until he was, Mori wouldn't move. He nodded though, when Mitsukuni asked if he was ready, remaining on the bed. "Don't push yourself," he said after a brief pause, setting his staff down for the moment.

Outside M55

[no_ones_son]

[from here]

Kicking the door shut behind him, Jason hurried along the hall, ignoring the other inmates around him. The last announcement as the doors opened had been a little worrying. 'Take their training to the next level' the fucker had said. He really didn't like the sound of that. It did match the theory that they were here as part of some program to make soldiers or something like that but it meant that things were probably going to get more dangerous from here on. He'd have to stay on guard tonight, no matter what shit Landel spouted about protecting them. But whatever happened, it wouldn't interfere with his plans for tonight. He wouldn't allow that.

M55

[sixth_attack]

Sechs was glad to see that his roommate wasn't going to pursue him for more information about his visitor. They may have a truce now but that didn't mean they had to start being nice and open with one another. Hell no

[bitpartgod]

[Skipping from here]

Thank goodness for small miracles! By some beautiful, beautiful stroke of luck, Sechs’ room lay a scant one corridor away from his own, meaning that trekking through the darkness wasn’t going to be on the agenda for now. Not that he was afraid, of course. Brave warriors/ healers/ guardians weren’t afraid of the dark.

M53, M54… M55! There! Kibitoshin stopped neatly in front of the door, hands on his hips and flashlight beam pointed at his feet… and realised he had no idea what he was supposed to do next. After all, he had The Roommate to consider. From what Sechs had said, he’d sounded like a real tiger. What if just by knocking he threw the man into a wild rage of some sort?

There was nothing for it. He swallowed (h-his throat was dry, it certainly wasn’t a gulp), reached out, tapped gingerly on the door with his knuckles and waited to be maim- ah, greeted. Nicely. By Sechs. Not the tiger.

Oh, goodness…

[sixth_attack]

Sechs was finishing up a drawing of Dr. Landel getting his intestines blown out through his spine by an armor-piercing cannon when he just barely heard a quiet, timid tapping against the door. Ah, that outta be Kibitoshin now! Leaving his unfinished drawing and pen on the desk, Sechs heaved himself off his chair and limped to the door.

With an abrupt turn of the knob, Sechs opened the door wide to find the white-haired patient fearfully quivering on the spot as though awaiting something horrible to jump out and eat him. Oh for crying out loud... For a second Sechs felt the urge to give Kibitoshin heck for being such a wimp, just like how he'd snap at Elf and Zwölf for their cowardice. But what kept Sechs' tiny amount of patience secure was the fact that Kibitoshin didn't run away the night before (the twins would have scattered as soon as the mirror creature emerged) and he was actually a lot more useful than those dumb bunny girls. Sechs shoved down his annoyance with a heavy sigh and moved to let Kibitoshin in

[bitpartgod]

It looked as though he was having a lucky night, though, because the door opened and standing in front of him was Sechs. Sechs, who actually seemed happy to see him! Before Kibitoshin could return the smile, however, Sechs was already hustling him into the room with one hand on his shoulders as forcefully as ever. By this point it was something he'd learned to accept; Sechs was a little rough around the edges, and that was that. Still, maybe he was too rough, if not with him then with himself- it was difficult to miss that kind of limp. Frankly, he couldn't believe he'd missed it at lunch.

A fleeting look of concern crossed the Kaioshin's face before he sternly reminded himself that it didn't matter anymore, because he was here. All he had to do was work out how much energy it would take to fix him up and it would be okay. Now. How deeply had the glass penetra- ah, maybe he didn't need to think about that. The limp. All he needed to do was look at the limp for a diagnosis. Only, now Sechs was sitting do and he couldn't really tell.