Night 53: M61-M70 Hallway

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Well! For once Landel said something worth listening to: revealing a potential weakness for exploitation! Now! What to do with it. What should he do to completely ruin Landel's bright and shiny plans for a wonderful day, toppling them like a small meatbag kicking over a carefully-constructed sand structure, making sure to get the constituent

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M63

[razing_phoenix]

Dinner had gone on as expected, with the two of them exchanging the usual pleasantries while not really delving into any deeper subjects. Guy realized that he might just have to accept that that was how things would remain between himself and Okita, at least for the moment. Tonight he hadn't really been in the mood to get into a more intense conversation, though, since he was admittedly nervous about what was to come

Re: M63

[full_score]

((From here.))

Once his unsteady light brushed against M63, Claude finally slowed his pace. As he approached the door, he realized he was more winded than he was used to, not to mention a little light-headed. Considering everything that had been going on the past several days, though, that wasn't too hard to believe. But it wasn't serious, which meant he'd feel better once he had a chance to settle down for a few minutes.

To be honest, he wasn't sure what to expect from tonight. That thought didn't help with the small, patch of anxiety in the pit of his stomach, but standing around outside wasn't going to do him any good, either.

Tucking his flashlight underneath his arm, Claude gave Guy's door a swift knock. "It's me."

Re: M63

[razing_phoenix]

As it turned out, Guy had been left to wait for far longer than he'd really expected. It was hard to know if that was just him being impatient, causing it to feel like things were taking longer than they really were. At the same time, though, he knew how close Claude's room was. There was no reason for it to take longer than a couple of minutes for his friend to show up

Re: M63

[full_score]

He hadn't expected Guy to get up out of his seat and let him inside, but Claude supposed that was just the gentleman in him. Stepping through the doorway, he let out a small breath. "They took Mason upstairs during dinner," he quietly responded, not looking the other man in the eye as he spoke. "I had to deliver a message to his friend and make sure someone would be there for him

From M68

[timedork]

Despite the reminder of it earlier that day, the Doctor had forgotten that his tie was missing until he fished his suit out of the wardrobe to change clothes. That being the case, however, he would have to do without it... He left on the T-shirt of the patient uniform, buttoning his shirt up over it until the top buttons. Next came the trousers and jacket; he almost chose to leave his coat tonight, but quickly decided the additional pockets (and their contents, future or otherwise) were too useful to be caught without.

He gave the room one last glance as he pulled the coat into place, just to make sure he didn't forget anything he might need. After a second of thought he reached for the radio on the desk and jammed it into one pocket, then took his flashlight and swept out the room, bound for Dean's.

[Skipping to here]

M62

[ninelivesonce]

[from here]

And who, for that matter, was this Eagle? Aside from, if memory served, an Earth bird. Landel might have mentioned it if it wasn't important, but he wouldn't have without intending to bring it up later. He enjoyed teasing them, that had been obvious from early on.

The door to M62 was closed. Taura rapped a quick one-two-three on it, and then called out. "Ms. von Karma?" She cleared her throat. "Mister von Karma?" The painted metal refused to answer. The handle was unlocked, though, and she let herself in. The room inside was much darker; with the door closed, it was almost pitch black. She flicked on the flashlight, and started a careful sweep. Within moments she'd identified the correct half of the room, and she carefully removed everything that wasn't standard issue and set it on the bed in neat rows. Orderly. At least if he came wandering back in and saw her plundering his possessions, she was doing it in a logical fashion. When she picked up a bundle of clothing from the drawer, however, something

M66

[doneinthree]

It was in his closet when he went to grab his coat.

Normally, Kirk could get himself equipped and out the door within the first minute after the intercom announcement. Tonight, however, that minute was spent staring at the new clothes hanging in his closet, the only items not rendered in dull shades of grey. Even in the dark, there was no confusing that deep gold for Landel's greys - nor even could he confuse the black of the long-sleeved undershirt and pants, and the shining boots neatly arranged on the floor underneath.

He knew what they were. He'd been wearing the tee, pants and boots the last moment he remembered before appearing here, except now everything was improbably pressed and spotless, as if issued fresh from the supply depot. (Somehow, he doubted even the best of 23rd century dry-cleaning technology would've saved the clothes he'd been wearing during the Narada incident.) But that gold shirt, with the three stripes glinting on the cuffs - Kirk hadn't seen that particular item on anyone else except Pike. And yet. Even

[thecamellia]

[from here]After knocking three times at the door of M61 and waiting for someone to answer her, Tsubaki finally opened the door