Nightshift 50 - M1-M10 Hallway

[theroadsofar]

Like Dean was supposed to believe the whole beaming down crap was supposed to be all for their benefit. You wanted to help someone, you didn't kidnap them from their homes - or friggen time machines like the Doctor - and then offer them great food and a pat on the head like that made it a-okay.

Whatever it was, this wasn't from the goodness of the

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M01

[fuzzy_diablo]

Kurt lay under his sheets until the door closed and his roommate had gone. He was such a chicken.

He'd been considering eating when he'd heard footsteps in front of the door. It was too soon to have another roommate, Kurt didn't think he could handle the stress so soon after losing Terry. At least after he lost Kon, he had a few nights to himself to get used to the idea that someone else would be coming to replace him. He hadn't had that kind of time this time around. He'd darted under the covers and pretended to be asleep.

Now that he was alone, he was also blue and fuzzy again. Kurt sat in his bed, feeling the silence weigh on his shoulders.

"Terry wouldn't want me to stand Logan up because I was being all, sentimental," he said, just to fill the silence. Kurt slunk out of bed and looked through his (and Terry's former) drawers. Nothing in either of them. Which might mean that Peter had this ring-thing...

Shoulders hunched, Kurt dressed in his uniform, then wrapped a sheet around him. Without Terry or Peter to watch him, he needed to stay safe and hidden--or risk having the tar beaten out of him again.

He cracked open the door, looked both ways, and left.

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[boketa]

Despite Goku's usual exuberance with food, the young boy couldn't finish his dinner before the lights suddenly flickered out. The woozy stuff they poked him with wasn't making the situation any better. It probably would have helped if Goku had used his knife and fork, but that just wasn't his style. Hands and teeth were all one needed to tackle a steak and long mushy stick things. They weren't as good as the bloody slice of cow that hung half in his mouth and half on his plate.

"What the...?" The steak fell from his mouth as he spoke, slapping wetly on the plate below. He tried to move the plate onto his bed, but in the blackness, Goku missed and it clattered onto the floor with him yelping in response. "I was gonna finish that..." Ah, well. There had to be food somewhere else in this place. Of course! He could just go back to the... what did that witch call it? The bacteria.

With a surprising sense of purpose, Goku slipped off the bed, collapsed once more on the linoleum tile, and staggered to the door. The next step was finding the doorknob. "Where are you...?" It was all just smooth wall and more smooth wall. Reaching a little higher, his stubby little hand hit a metal hook thing and turned it. "Ha!" He was so proud of himself.

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