Night 47: Stairwell by Waiting Room/Lobby 1
[from here]Raphael continued on his way as silently as possible, though it was more out of habit than any real desire to avoid detection. Despite the few people in the main hallway, the stairwell itself was silent and empty; anyone who'd been here had likely already left, if he wasn't the first person to come this way at all. He took the stairs two
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Utena's instincts took her toward the stairs. Whether Himemiya had gotten ahead of her or she had been taken by the staff, she was most likely going to be up on the second floor. The experimental labs she knew of were all supposed to be somewhere up there, right? That's what she remembered from the maps she had copied into her journal. She would check the hallway upstairs first in places Himemiya was likely to want to meet her, and then if that proved fruitless, she would do her best to find her way into those labs. "Please, please be all right," she said to herself as she raced up the stairs. This felt like the night of Himemiya's kidnapping at Ohtori all over again.
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"So far, so good." Quiet. It had stayed that way the last time S.T. had made this trek, but he wasn't counting on Carter to know that was statistically unlikely.
"Tonight is brainwashing. They turn patients into kamikaze weapons trained on the rest of us. The Sun Room and some of the big rooms can get ugly. Including the hall at the top of the stairs, so when we get there, we cross quickly."
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"Right," he said, putting on his determinedface. "Just so long as none of them look like Richter, I can handle it." Secretly, of course, he was excited for it. Now he'd get some real action, man to brainwashed man of the future.
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...And Carter was looking for the limbs, wasn't he. "I didn't mean I have them now, Carter," he replied, managing to quite handily hide his irritation, "They were somehow removed in their entirety before I woke up here." And there was the real worry that they might never be returned to him, even if he left. There were always the various options of simulation, psionically-generated illusion, or body transfer that made it entirely possible that he might still have them in some sense, but it was just one of the many currently abstract problems to worry about.
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Blood. Like walking into one of those little ethnic butchers where meat still looked like dead animals rather than aseptic-packed protein slabs. It was surprising anyone bothered going vegetarian; Big Macs were half TVP anyway, and no-one noticed.
His flashlight turned up only a shower of flashlight pieces glittering like highway confetti, and two young women taking stock. If this were anywhere else, S.T. might play Good Samaritan. Especially if he had the van and its cellular telephone.
"All clear. Hall to the left, not the one straight across. Go." He pulled the door open; he'd take tail-end Charlie. Make sure Carter didn't go sight-seeing.
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Abe kept Scarecrow close to him as they climbed the stairs. By reflex his fingers spread across the air while his free hand held the flashlight, despite his powers being thoroughly useless here. "Keep a watch behind you," he cautioned. "I've only seen a few of the creatures here."
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The doorway opened to reveal stairs, a sight that made Erika grin once again.
"Good!" She approved, musing on the possibilities of what was on the second floor. Mapping out the first floor was probably the thing she should have done, but Erika had the feeling that she would be seeing more of the first floor as the days passed. The second floor seemed like it would be restricted to the patients during the day. If only her companion wasn't another "new arrival" like she was. She would have to question people tomorrow about the nature of these activities they did and how much of the Institute they saw during the day.
Speaking of her companion... Erika looked behind her once, just to see if the man actually followed her or not. It wouldn't hinder her too much if he didn't, or help her if he did. The role of the Holmes was merely a literary tool and not so much as an actual assistant to the detective.
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So Xemnas chose to take the invitation and followed the girl towards the door, which revealed a staircase leading to what could only be a second floor.
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There were, unfortunately, two other pairs of patients sharing the stairwell with them. Harvey narrowed his eyes at the others, almost as if he wanted to urge them to move faster by sheer force of will. It didn't exactly work, though.
"Did you hear anything as you were waking up tonight?" he directed over his shoulder, though Harvey didn't actually bother to look behind him at the trailing prosecutor. He needed to keep looking forward, both to make sure he didn't lose his footing and also to keep an eye out for any possible monsters overhead.
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"No. Should I have? One of these 'announcements'?" There had been a radio on the desk; it had been her second go-to point for information had the door not opened.
Should she have brought it? Well, what was done was done.
"Perhaps..." yes, "you should begin at the beginning, Mr. Dent. Where are we, what is known about the man who brought us here, and why are several grown men hesitant to leave the stairwell?" The last of whom was better than that detective that was always following Edgeworth about at blocking space.
She brushed past the first group, then the second with murmurs of Excuse me and a squared set to her shoulders that dared anyone to disagree.
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