Nightshift 55: West Wing, North Hall 1-A

[mustbethesuit]

[From here.]Wow. Was he the first one out tonight? There was literally no one here

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[doneinthree]

[from here]Here was where he'd gathered Spock and McCoy last night. Both sides of the wide hallway stretched out before him into darkness, but Kirk could make out the backs of a few others advancing through, and the sound of footsteps of many more. He clicked his flashlight off, and idly swung his aluminium bat in a slow circle as he settled in to wait. He wasn't worried about getting attacked here - or at least, he wasn't worried about being surprised by one. It was early enough that traffic through these halls was steady, with enough weaving light beams providing illumination that Kirk could afford the comfort of making himself less of a target. His captain's shirt made him easy enough to find in the dark without him swinging around a flashlight too

[hes_deadjim]

[From here]McCoy could feel a throbbing somewhere over his left eye. The crackle of the intercom felt overly loud and he'd be damned if it had helped that headache along any. The thing had been brewing all day, starting a few shifts ago. He almost didn't even notice it at first. By the time dinner rolled around, it had certainly made itself known: not nearly as excruciating as a migraine but insistent and relentless, like a slow, increasing burn that was getting worse with each minute. The weird thing was where the pain was radiating from. It wasn't even in one spot, instead, it was at its most intense at five spots on his skull, and seemed to fan out from there

[doneinthree]

Kirk started out by not pacing, honest. He twirled his bat a few times, experimenting with the weight of it in his hand, and tapped its head against the tile floor at a steady beat, in a manner which did not at all suggest impatience or agitation or anxiety. He was calm. He was cool. He was definitely neither agitated nor impatient when it hit the minute mark and he started wondering if it was possible Bones had gotten ahead of him, and if so, it might be better to just head down to the main hallway, except once he started, he realized it would be better to check the doctor's room first to make sure there were no signs of a struggle, assuming he'd struggle. ZEX had gone along peacefully enough when they'd come for him, but that was because the both of them had known they were outmatched by the orderlies and a nurse armed with syringes. No doubt Bones would've calculated the same odds with the soldiers (since it would be soldiers now, right?) and done the same, all this being on a purely hypothetical level because it was not

[hes_deadjim]

McCoy looked at Jim blankly. "You were waiting for me?" Why? And why was Jim looking at him like he was supposed to know this. There was that uncomfortable sensation again, the one he'd felt earlier when he'd apparently lost time when he'd drifted off right in the middle of the briefing back at Doyleton. Right in front of Jim and Spock. Except this time he was sure he could remember the entire day.

Spock wasn't going to join them for once. When had this happened

[falseblack]

[From here.]

Here. The door to the patient block he sought for. Again, Nigredo ignored the patrons and aimed for the entrance, pushing open the door with little trouble. Within the link, the child remained voiceless. Better to keep himself alert than double over in a migraine.

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[scarletspeedstr]

[from here]

Finally, a place he could slow down. Which was really not, you know, something that Wally ever thought he'd actually be grateful for, but with how his stomach felt like it was on the verge of eating itself and anything else in the immediate area, he really didn't want to tempt fate.

"Looks like it'll be a side trip to the kitchen for me," he muttered to himself. "Better than trying something like helping someone and running out of energy or worse halfway through."

Fortunately it wouldn't be too much of a side trip from what he'd been really planning for the night, so that was okay. And if he was really lucky, maybe the rest of the trip to the kitchen would be uneventful as well.

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[razing_phoenix]

[From here.]

The hall wasn't too crowded, which was good for them -- once he figured out which way they were going, anyway. Guy turned toward Claude, tilting his head to the side sightly. "So we're meeting Anise in the same place that we did last night, right? Did you want to cut through the Recreational Field again?"

It wasn't the safest route, but they had also managed it without a problem yesterday. Guy was sure that Claude had decided on that spot because it put Anise in the least danger, and it made even more sense when the girl was likely traveling on her own.

He was willing to take the same route, though he waited for Claude's response, not wanting to push too hard on that choice when his friend wasn't in the best of moods. Still, focusing on the task at hand would hopefully take his mind off of it at the least.

[full_score]

As much as Mason's abduction weighed on him, Claude felt relieved that Guy was willing to press ahead. Now was the time to focus their efforts on things they could do, for everyone's sake. The question about where to go redirected his thoughts to tonight's mission, and Claude glanced over to the door that led outside.

"Well, cutting through would be faster," he said after a brief pause. "If we hug the wall and make it quick, we should be fine."

No need to keep Anise waiting longer than necessary, after all. With the way the military was running things now, Claude wasn't comfortable leaving anyone alone for any length of time. Last night was just proof that they had to be careful. The dull pain of his bandaged arm was reminder enough of that.

Since Guy hadn't objected to that course of action last night, and didn't seem opposed to doing it again, Claude gave a nod. "Come on, let's go."

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[scarefaux]

[From here.]Now that the Scarecrow had reached the hallway, he had a decision to make: head toward the Recreational Field, or try another way out? Nothing about the night's announcement had been reassuring: the initial silence, the mention that there would be more changes in the coming days, or the note that there would be casualties. He may not have been very bright, but the Scarecrow knew that didn't sound at all well