Night 55, Main Hallway 2-West

[swornandbroken]

[from here]No one else was up here yet, at least not in sight. The hall off to his left still seemed almost to pulse with the unnatural quiet, as if it were a dark blot on Mello's mental map of the place. He didn't so much as swing the flashlight beam towards it; he turned quickly away, heading for the closet where he'd got his pipe. It seemed so

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[bodhiandspirit]

Rita followed Morgan upstairs, more out of convenience than for any other reason. She still wasn't sure what he had in mind for the night, and she intended to find out before deciding whether she wanted to stick with him or split.

"Really. I got my things back at dinner, all packed up inside a box. Same with my roommate." It seemed odd that Morgan hadn't. The military seemed extremely organized, so it was unlikely that they simply missed him by mistake. "Maybe you pissed them off somehow," she suggested, recalling the punishments she saw Woody and several other patients undergo earlier that day.

The important thing for Rita to figure out now was whether or not sticking with Morgan was going to yield any benefit for her. "What do you plan to do now?" she asked, giving the hallway a once-over with her flashlight as she followed.

[swornandbroken]

"Supply run," Mello said. "That closet with the useful chemicals." He wasn't in the habit of explaining himself even that far, but it couldn't hurt to signal to her that he had a plan

[unmocked_lawr]

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The hall was totally empty, though he supposed that was only to be expected. The second floor didn't hold much for the patients who had been here for any length of time; not when the forest and the ruined town beyond these walls sat waiting to be explored. Only the occasional supply run would necessitate coming up here now.

Javert gestured with his flashlight at the nearest hallway, which branched off into the darkness. "That's the one we want. The second door on the left is breakable."

[sheepwood]

"That hallway, second door on the left," Guybrush repeated, glancing down the main corridor. Was that yelling and screaming he heard? Or maybe it was just one of those. He listened again, but heard nothing- maybe the screaming had been in his head, his mind telling him what a tremendously stupid idea it was to go trekking upstairs when he could barely walk without feeling his bones rattling in his chest.

Either way, Guybrush followed Javert across the stretch into the next hallway, hoping the inspector wouldn't get the urge to search for and rescue people the main hall instead of wherever they were headed.

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[yin_yang_fox]

[from here]

She stepped out from the stairwell, and moved to the left, crouching down to press a palm against her leg. The bleeding was steady but didn't spurt out as it would if something major had been torn. Just flesh and muscle hopefully. She moved to tear a bottom piece of her shirt off, wrapping it around the wounded area. As she worked, she answered. "Of the amount of time known about in this place, Landel has only been seen a few times."

She tied the cloth tightly. "And I have only seen him yesterday, when he was fired from his position from the military. Of the newest power, Aguilar, I haven't seen yet. Nor the man Marc, from the radio, or his predecessor, Doyle." And that should cover the people that resided. The woman Jill and the nurse Lydia, the same if they were or not, Renamon doubted any had ever seen.

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[fangirlfatale]

"So does no one know where his lair is, or is it just so heavily guarded no one's made it inside yet?" Yet was the operative word there; if anyone knew where that mercenary-napping madman was holed up, Morgan would find a way in. Preferably the way that gave her sword (what should she call this sword, anyway? Not the Blade of Dragotta--more like a knock-off, even if it was a good one. She had to think about that) the best workout.

Maybe not right away, though. Her leg was definitely still leaking blood. Morgan clenched her jaw and ignored it.

She'd never heard of Marc or Doyle, or even bothered to turn the radio on. A few people carried them around, but to Morgan anything that wasn't directly work-related was just dead weight, and that thing looked like it would break in half the first time you tried to introduce it to someone's skull. "Is that radio actually useful?" she asked.

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[yin_yang_fox]

Renamon glanced over to her. "If anyone does, they're not sharing. If he is anywhere, it's either in the locked area on this floor or the third floor." She paused, remembering the map of the roof. "The second is more suspicious. It was confirmed there is a third floor, but there seems no accessible way to get to it after from outside. And even then, it was proven impossible." A sharp fall, the girl had said--concentrated monsters if that wasn't a concern. It was definitely the most suspicious.

As for the radio.... "At times," she gave with effort. "Most of it is just talk, some worse than what Landel had gave us. More mysteries, no answers. However, there are riddles sometimes. And you can gain items, weapons. It's useful in that matter." The knuckle resting on her hand attested to that. Renamon glanced the hall. Two choices from here, more if her companion had a preference. "Were you interested in anything in particular here? I can lead you if I know where it is."

Re: I know. =/

[fangirlfatale]

"Really?" Morgan asked curiously. A third floor it was impossible to get to from outside? Okay, that was kind of weird. And intriguing. There had to be a way up. It would be tempting just to try to cut through the ceiling and hoist herself up, but Guybrush would probably want to do it some convoluted, time-consuming way involving swiping other people's belongings at random--and talking. Whatever worked, she guessed

[autophoenix]

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Immediately, she couldn't help but worry about the hallway to her left. The hallucinations, the living nightmare … she tensed up just glancing down that way. Not having Pete around this time was making it a little harder to deal with. She pushed down the last part of her that was still distracted with worrying about if Peter was feeling better and walked across the hall, up into the hallway that was directly above the one that led to the male patient blocks.

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[autophoenix]

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That was more than enough reason for her to bail on the kitchen as a whole. She pulled her flashlight back out, clicking it on and moving to shut the fridge door on her way out. With any luck, it'd be like she was never there. Except for, of course, the broken lock. She headed straight back out onto the patio and down the hallway she'd come through.

Back out in the main hall, she shuddered, still feeling both disgusted with the fact that there'd been rats crawling around and annoyed with herself for being that freaked out by it when she'd come across way worse in her lifetime. She looked around, thoughtful, and hung a left towards where the sun room would be if she were on the first floor.

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[predictator]

[From here]

"Sorry, but I'm not meeting anyone," Izaya answered, shining the beam of his flashlight left, then right. He turned his head towards Alfred and smiled; the young man had more to offer than he probably realized, but the idea that he could later offer more wasn't something Izaya would refute. "As I said, my business is information. Tonight I was simply hoping to acquire more."

Making a decision, Izaya started walking again, heading to the right. For the moment, he still had more questions he could ask of Alfred. "So have you done much flying abroad, or has your career been mostly domestic flights?"

[brb_burgers]

"International, I'm all over the place," which definitely had double meaning but he wasn't going to laugh at his own jokes-- not for that. Following someone else really wasn't his style-- physically or conversationally so he really needed to shift the conversation away from himself. If Izaya wasn't willing to elaborate about himself then there was definitely the next most logical thing to chatter on about

[predictator]

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