NIGHT 54: M11-M20 Hallway

[deathandgin]

To the individuals who participated in this morning's insubordination: know that you're in part responsible for what happens tonight.

"I wasn't even here then," Alaric sighed under his breath, feeling under his pillow for the flashlight he'd found during dinner. He was starting to catch on to the game, if that's all this really was - this kind of

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M14

[unmocked_lawr]

He had been here for a while. He was sure of it. That was not the problem.

Nor was the problem where here even was, although that too was unknown. His surroundings offered no clue to his whereabouts; the walls were blank and the furniture was simple, and the closet contained only racks of unfamiliar clothing hanging next to a small stack of his own, neatly pressed and folded

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Re: M14

[tasteoftruth]

Badd was out the door the moment the intercom shut off. He'd only been here for two nights but he could already tell the situation had worsened direly even by the standards of Landel's Institute. Kay was leaving tonight if he had to throw her over that wall himself. His thick fingers clenched the flashlight as he strode down the hallway, caring nothing for stealth or any attention the other prisoners might have paid him.

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[tasteoftruth]

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[affictitious]

After Captain Coma came Chuckles. This was just the beginning of what Gabriel imagined would be a long, long line of assholes with nicknames that started with a c. Landel had to have some sort of sick sense of humor - him and whatever demon was possessing him. Getting him stuck with the kinds of guys he'd be ripping down? Well, if he was part of that drum circle: karma was a bitch, after all. And she always got her way.

He wasn't to face-stabbing levels yet, but with a guy who didn't suffer people like them easily? It was only a matter of time.

Gabriel was quick to leave before that happened. Admittedly, he did feel a little better after having eaten a whole meal instead of just the final - albeit best - course, so he wasn't feeling too terribly bad about going out into the complete darkness of an asylum waiting to kill him alone. He sure as hell wasn't going with Chuckles, and if the guy happened to get roasted during the night... no skin off his nose. Gabriel had considered trying to practice (practice, he couldn't believe he'd

M20

[spandexorgtfo]

Kratos was beginning to weary of how often his mind was turning to memories of those times long ago, the ones filled with countless inspections and reports and the constant need to filter out screams and...just thinking about Kvar and Rodyle and their little "projects" was enough to put him off the rest of his dinner. They were both dead now - one by his hand - but he could not erase the idea that one of them could be seated next to Aguilar and this new voice, smiling gleefully down at him.

...he really had no time for this. Pushing his mostly-full plate to the side, Kratos turned to the task of preparing for the night. He changed into his uniform (still cloak-less: Ishida had not responded to his note, and he doubted the boy would show up unannounced) and retrieved his sword and flashlight from the closet before sitting back down in his chair, eyes locked on the ground. Hopefully, Soma would arrive promptly; Kratos did not want a repeat of last night's exercise in futility.

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[madeinthehrl]

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And here she was. Soma tried to ignore the sounds of battle echoing from the outside hallway; Morgan, she reminded herself firmly, was being helped. Straightening, she knocked firmly and waited for a response.

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[spandexorgtfo]

At Soma's knock, Kratos quickly got to his feet and went to answer the door, eager to waste as little time as possible on formalities.

"Good evening--" He frowned lightly as the faint sounds of a skirmish reached his ears: usually, no fighting occurred so near to the rooms. This could prove unfortunate. "--well, it seems we should move with particular haste tonight," Kratos commented, mostly to himself.

He stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind him before looking at Soma. "I suppose we will head in the same direction as last night, barring any unfortunate hostile encounters along the way." That seemed to be the way most of his Arts and Crafs missions went.

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[madeinthehrl]

It sounded as if Kratos had the same idea Soma had. If they were fast on their feet tonight, they might actually discover something useful before morning.

"Good evening," she said promptly, turning slightly to face the hallway. "Recreational field again, then? Let's go."

M16

[girlsandgadgets]

Gren's words were proven true almost immediately as the intercom came to life, an unknown voice taking over in Landel's absence. There was no pretense this time around, no skirting the issue that they were ultimately playings at the mercy of a madman: the speaker announced a project- Project 2911- and that changes were not only occurring during the following days, but during that night as well

[girlsandgadgets]

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[for_a_song]

"Sure thing." He was more than happy to leave that particular topic of conversation for later so he had time to work out just how much information he wanted to tell Edgar. He trusted his roommate, but complete honesty wasn't necessarily the best policy in all cases. Well, that wasn't something to worry about now.

He walked over to the closet while Edgar packed up, and nodded as the other left the room. "Take care of yourself out there."

He pulled the shovel out of the closet, then went back to his desk to retrieve the flashlight. It was a considerably lighter load than he'd taken on previous night, but he didn't want to be weighed down. He took one last moment to steel his resolve--he wasn't going to run from this--and stepped out into the hall to see what the night would bring.

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[for_a_song]

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