Night 53: West Wing, North Hall 2-B

[hes_deadjim]

[from here]McCoy rubbed at his shoulder. He was going to have bruises on top of bruises if they kept things up. The doctor suppressed a grimace. Secretly he was hoping they could finish their investigation of the area soon, mostly because he was getting tired of knocking down doors nights in a row. He doubted it, nothing was ever easy, particularly

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[you_miss_it]

[From here.]

John stepped around the remains of the door. At least it appeared to have been broken down by perfectly ordinary human means: he knew well enough what it looked like when you took a shoulder to a locked door.

"Kidnappings, monsters, cryptic messages, broken-down doors…" He shook his head; the situation he found himself in was completely baffling. "I keep waiting for something about this place to make sense."

He traced out the shape of the hallway with his flashlight: two doors to the left which provided little enough clue to what might be on the other side, two patients further down the corridor. Finally, something about this place that did make sense: their presence provided a perfectly reasonable explanation for the broken-down door.

[neuepolitik]

"Yes, it is," Ludwig simply answered. While the statements had been of little help, it was good to know that the man on the radio was planning on finding out the answers to the question that Ludwig had asked himself- who was 'Eagle' and what was in store for them? Sadly, he doubted they'd learn the information until it was too late. That was how life seemed to work in this place

[dual_worlds]

Almost as soon as they had stepped into the next hallway, Spock's radio turned on and began broadcasting a message. Signaling for McCoy to stop for a moment, Spock slowed and listened to the transmission. Although it was interesting to note that a member of the resistance group was going to venture out on his own, perhaps in an attempt to make contact with other patients, ultimately he did not provide them with much information. In that vein, it was likely best to focus on their own investigations, as they could at least rely on themselves to obtain potentially valuable clues during the nights

[gargantuanlaugh]

[from here]

Sweeping his flashlight along the walls, Gant found there were only two doors leading out of this hallway. One was right next to the entrance they had just walked through and the other was at the far side of the hallway. The furthest door looked like it had been broken down and forced inward. No telling it that was another patient's doing, or if some creature had done it. Most likely the former but Gant knew better than to assume anything in this place. As tempted as Gant was to move down that way to have a peek to see, he thought it might be best to defer to Xemnas' lead for now.

"Want to give this one a shot?" Gant tapped his candlestick against the still-closed nearby door. It clinked dully against the smooth surface, breaking the unforgiving silence of the hallway. Then he swept his arm forward, towards the back of the hallway. "Or would you rather press on thatta way?"

[itneverwas]

It would seem those that had preceded them had chosen the door further up ahead, but it was of little concern. Would the time they had been given allow it, Xemnas' goal was to investigate the whole area, so they may as well take the route that was the nearest, that would hopefully have the least amount of delays.

"If they information I have been given is correct, one door would eventually lead to the other," he spoke as he offered the lock upon the nearest door a brief investigation. A fragile lock that would fail in its purpose, that would break under a certain amount of pressure and allow them entrance.

[itneverwas]

[To here]

[scientist_skye]

[from here]This part of the institute was officially foreign to Ema; the furthest she had ever wandered back just past the stairwell, two hallways ago. It was possible that the room she had been in during her M-U was somewhere nearby, but Ema had no real way of knowing that nor did she have any reason to even count it in her considerations. That night had been beyond her own agency and she hadn't really left the room where the experimentation took place, instead curling up into a ball in tears after it was all over. Quite frankly, if she never saw that room again it would still be too soon

[yin_yang_fox]

Only a few steps in the hall, and it became obvious that someone had again done them the favor of opening the door for them. Renamon wasn't disagreeable to this. If they could continue to move around this freely, it was possible they could make a few stops. Half of the Digimon hoped to encounter something new, or learn a new piece of information, but the other half was well-aware how the three weeks she had resided here had gone. There remained the resolution to succeed, but very little hope. She didn't think about it.

She hesitated at the doorway, glancing in first for any movement. "Through here," she replied. "It's the next room."

[to here]

[hat_einen_vogel]

[From here]

There was a door to the left almost as soon as Prussia had turned into the hall, but if he remembered correctly from looking over Minako's map, the "staff-only" areas didn't start until further down. The area off to the left had been marked as "sleep studies" or something.

Deciding to ignore that door and the one immediately after it for the time being, he continued down the hall, swinging the hand that held the sword idly as he went. He glanced over at Minako. "So how long have you been here, anyway?" he asked, trying to fill the air instead of keeping quiet. Maybe if he was lucky, he could even find out something useful; at the very least, he could confirm his guess that she was one of Japan's. "And you came here from Japan, right? Your name sounds like it."

[ai_no_minako]

The prickly feeling of potential danger faded a bit as they made their way into the next hall, though in the creepy darkness that lingered in the hallways at night here Minako never felt completely safe. She did relax enough to push her coiled chain back onto her shoulder again, though, and flipped her hair back with a nonchalant gesture. It would've been a lot more reassuring if she'd been able to actually transform, but... if she could, she wouldn't still be here. But thinking about her blocked powers was enough to upset her more than a little, so she tried not to

[hat_einen_vogel]

Her fifth day? He was quiet for a moment, mentally counting back the days. If she'd gotten here five days ago, that meant she'd gotten there a day or two after Prussia had (so she was a little less experienced when it came to the hospital), but it also meant...

"Five days ago was the day we were taken to that creepy town, wasn't it? You must've gotten here around the same time that West did; he said he got here that night," Prussia commented, changing the side of the hall the torch was pointing towards every so often. He hadn't seen another door since those first two, but he definitely remembered seen some rooms on Minako's map... Maybe they just had to go further first.

He decided to stay focused on looking out for any doors, and didn't look at Minako when he answered her question, "Yeah, I'm pretty familiar. It's been a while since I've set foot on that land myself, but I've worked with Japan." There was the briefest pause before he amended, "-ese people."