Night 54: Main Hallway, 1-Center

[brooklynisangry]

[From here]

Beelzemon stopped as he neared the doors to the Sun Room, a look about as close to thoughtful as he ever got crossing his face. The last time he'd seen all those soldier boys running around was in the cafeteria, but they probably weren't there now. There was always something in the Sun Room, but it probably wouldn't be something he'd

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[mateswithnobody]

[from here]

Since Donna already knew how to take one of the soldiers down if she met one, she needed to find a better way to take them down where it really hurt. Kicking groins only went so far. She'd need something bigger to take on an army, like a tank or something.

And that gave her an idea. These guys were military after all, chances were they had something worth jacking out in the parking lot. A tank would have been nice, but she'd have been happy with a radio that didn't spit clues and might have picked up a catchy tune or two. Besides that, the Doctor could probably do his spacey alien thing with some better tech and maybe make a TARDIS tracker or something useful. Either way, it was better than pharmacy raiding.

"Lets find us a tank, Donna!" she announced to herself as she turned to head for the front door. Maybe this time there wouldn't be her roommate there to block the way.

[brooklynisangry]

"Huh?" Hey, that sounded like someone with an awesome idea! Beelzemon turned, shining his flashlight in the direction of the voice. Some human he didn't know, but still!

"Hey! You goin' after th' soldiers?" He started towards the human, a big, sharp-toothed grin enthusiastically plastered across his face. "Ya got any objections ta a mon taggin' along?" Because damn did that sound awesome. A tank wasn't as good as a nice, fast bike, but still. It would be something with an engine, and man did he miss his Behemoth. Especially, you know, since he didn't have wings anymore.

[mateswithnobody]

Donna's stride and determination were suddenly broken by a bright torchlight striking into her. "Oy, watch where you're pointing that thing, pal!" she shouted on true Donna Noble reflex before hearing the words in what had to be an American accent. Hadn't heard anything that goofy since The Godfather.

Instead of commenting on how he spoke (she'd heard worse), she ended up interested in his words and grinned for having her brilliant idea recognized. "Best way to make a man cry is to take his ride, isn't it?" or to compare it with a Rocketship. Really, the Doctor did need an upgrade on that little blue box. She folded her arms and pointed towards the entryway doors. "Might not find an actual tank, but how much you wanna bet those military morons have something useful parked out front? Has to be better than raiding Landel's dirty laundry

[brooklynisangry]

"You bet. Or give 'em a nice whallop where it hurts!" He'd slowly become educated as to where those places where on humans. First-hand (or foot, really) experience was eye-wateringly painful.

"They're here, they're the bad guys, we make 'em regret it. Makes sense ta me." And if he could actually get somewhere closer to home along with Renamon, that would be a bonus. "Digimon. Digital Monster. Person-from-th'-Digital-World. All that stuff." Man, another one that hadn't heard of 'em. Probably, anyway. "'m Beelzemon. So, the party crashers 're out there?" he asked, pointing towards the front doors.

[Nope, since it would count as armor, and protective ability from oktoberfest outfits is a no-go. And it ain't a disaster, it's amazing! 8P]

[sheepwood]

[From here.]In a shocking twist of events, his legs went from aching to feeling as good as new in the short walk to the center of the main hall. The pain dulled, and was gone in only a few short steps. "Maybe all that running really is doing some good," he commented to the empty hall around him

[girlsandgadgets]

[From here.]

Edgar was surprised to see the number of patients dwindle so drastically as they reached the center of the main hallway, leaving the two of them completely alone. Perhaps he'd been wrong about patients wanting to face the threats presented by Aguilar's messenger, and they preferred to congregate and stay in the relative safety of the western part of the hall. No matter- maybe they'd be the first to wherever they were headed.

Speaking of their destination, it was time he asked. Questioning what Ryuuzaki gleaned from the announcements could wait for a bit. "Where are we going this fine evening?" Edgar asked, eyeing the Sun Room as they passed the doors. What was that odd feeling he'd gotten just now?

[quarter_english]

L also glanced at the doors to the Sun Room as he and Figaro passed them, trying to get a glimpse of what might be happening inside. He was relieved that they wouldn't have to pass through there tonight. Their progress might be small, so small that he would be hard-pressed to be satisfied with it under other circumstances, but he would still find it encouraging if they could achieve something without the hindrances that had dogged his heels all week. As such, his plans for the night were flexible without being ambitious.

"There are some storage rooms upstairs on the other side of the building. I'm not completely sure of their contents, but I thought we might find something useful there. The stairs are just to our right."

[To here.]

[doctor_voodoo]

[From here.]

A few more paces forward, and the rest of Carter's words were fully (but not willingly) registered in Facilier's head. Blinking in the darkness, Facilier halted on the spot, his face incredulous as he glanced at Carter.

"Now just wait a minute there, young man!" he exclaimed, "I can understand that people here would come from other places, but different times as well?" He gave a little chuckle, but his apprehension only seemed to hollow it out. Maybe he had picked the wrong person to tag along with...

"I would ask for more charming stories from y'all, but it looks like you just beat me to it!" he added, looking down at Carter with a small sneer that almost betrayed Facilier's annoyance, "There's no second World War going on! Heaven forbid it

[stlg13bomber]

"Well, no, not anymore," Carter hurried to say. "Of course not. By now it's been over for decades." And he'd heard nothing about a world war three...now that was a thought so horrific Carter's innocent little mind couldn't even hold it for more then a second

[doctor_voodoo]

"2008?!" Facilier stammered as his confident composure toppled over like a fragile tower of cards. "It's 1926! Not... Not that ridiculous number! Just how mad is this place?!"

This isn't anyone's world... That sentence distressed Facilier more than he could tolerate, twisting tight knots in his stomach and kicking his heartbeat out of rhythm. Facilier always had the upper hand in his world, with all his power, his artifacts and his connections to his otherworldly friends -- Until those so-called friends dropped him off here.A strident shout, followed by a sharp clanging of swords stole away with Facilier's attention. A flash of red briefly glowed from a central door up ahead, casting a scarlet shadow to briefly trail down the dark floor. Both witch doctor and Shadow stretched their necks out towards the source of the commotion. Wait a second... Wasn't that coming from the sun room

[stlg13bomber]

Carter peered nervously around the doctor's thin form, trying to get a good glimpse of what was going on. It wasn't a shadow, thank god, it was just normal people. Ish. Vaguely normal people jumping around with glowy swords. Normal got pretty relative around here.

"I think we can sneak past while they're fighting," he whispered insistently, leaning against the doorframe while Facilier tried to retreat. "We need to get through this room to the other side." Carter was pretty sure he'd seen at least one of those guys in the cafeteria. He'd heard about this, people getting brainwashed into fighting other prisoners. It had happened to Miss Aigis too and she hadn't meant to hurt anyone. Maybe they could just make a run for it.

...so if this was what was in location number one, the Sun Room, what was in all the other locations? More brainwashed patients with glowing swords and a bad temper? Carter really hoped not or Doctor Facilier would be pretty upset with him for leading them into another fight.

[ran_on_empty]

[From here]

Halfway there.

Or at least it was if he was going by distance. Difficulty was another issue altogether, though he'd rather not deal with the other possibilities if they could be avoided. As Sync left the busier portion of the hallway he allowed himself a moment to think, sorting through any options he could've given himself when crossing the Sun Room. Both times he'd had to go through there he'd encountered an opponent, though one had at least been calm enough to where he could just walk by without problems.

Of course, he'd be a fool to believe the same could happen each and every time. No, it was better to play it safe for now. If anything, there could've been soldiers dotting the area, waiting to attack if anyone else so much as breathed in there.

Approaching the double doors, the replica's pace slowed until he stopped a few yard or so away from the entrance. And it was there that he leaned in, listening in for anything that could've tipped him off of someone else's presence.

[Unknowingly for Erika.]

[damned_monsters]

It had been too long, since they had had something fresh. It brought them from the darker alcoves, tempted them close to the larger halls. The necrits chittered to each other, bobbing their heads in communication. These halls held risk, to be sure; held too many others, pain, light. A few of their fellows had fallen in this manner, but it was harder to allow careful behavior. They would only pick and choose, and take down what they were able.

There were two nearby, alone. One a large male and the other slender and smaller. This one, then. This one would feed them all nicely. The leader hissed to the others, and they chittered a chorus in reply, voices rising and falling in a mockery of laughter. As one, they started running towards the chosen prey, fanning out to surround him--the pack of four intent on bringing him down.

[creeping, brought to you by: Aison. for all your needs of delay.]

[witchdetective]

[ from here. oh hello, new friends! ;u; ]

A surprise was waiting for Erika when she made it to the center of the hallway; five, actually. One was Sync, looking like he was trying to enter the Sun Room. She remembered their conversation from last night, so it wasn't strange that he was hovering around the door. That's right, wasn't it a patient who usually guarded the Sun Room...?

She might have spent more time thinking about this if it wasn't for the fact that four (very ugly) creatures seemed to be surrounding him. Most people would have probably warned him, stepped forward to help, or something stupidly heroic like that. Erika, on the other hand, was more than happy to hang back in the shadows and watch him. Monsters... if Sync was allied with the Institute, it wouldn't make sense that they would send creatures after him. Still, Erika had no interest in putting herself in danger for someone who might be trustworthy

[ran_on_empty]

[Sorry. My week became really busy. 8( Also Aison, it's just going to be me and you for this thread since Erika's just going to be at the sidelines.]And it'd been just before the God-General decided to make his way inside that the chattering started