Night 56: F01-F10 Hallway

[ninelivesonce]

A night off. Odd concept, though Taura wasn't fool enough take the silence on the intercom as implying that Aguilar had bought into this plan. That second click hadn't escaped her attention -- recording? Throwing some plan into motion, just loudly enough to let them all wonder

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F8

[fangirlfatale]

Ahh, it felt good to get out of the second-hand junk they'd had her in earlier and into her actual clothes. The bandages on her thigh were a little more conspicuous under these pants, but you could count on Guybrush to be the king of Obliviousland, so Morgan wasn't too worried about awkward questions. The only problem was how far she'd actually be able to make it easily on foot--and even that wasn't much of a problem. If it meant making some decent progress, Morgan'd walk all the way to the coast.

All she needed were the folders and her sword. She grabbed them from the box, tucked the folders under her off-arm and eviscerated a few invisible bad guys, and set off to get the heck out of here.

[to here]

F9

[mugenreppa]

Wasn't there supposed to have been an announcement? An address? Huh. Must not have had anything important to say.

Anyway. First order of business was to get her clothes on, second order of business was dithering over whether or not to take the knife...again. She was beginning to think having it was a pretty useless endeavor-there was no place she could put it where it wouldn't jab someplace fleshy. The ring was a different matter; she slipped that on her finger just because she could.

The hard part was figuring where she wanted to go. She sat at her desk as she opened her journal to the map, mentally filling in the places where all she'd taken down were a bunch of lines. Looking at the map reminded her... How was Scarecrow doing? ...How was the Entry Room guy doing?

Re: F9

[madeinthehrl]

[ffff so sorry about the wait! work ate me. D:]It wasn't until the Doyleton visit every week that Soma was reminded of how much she needed Arts and Crafts to keep her busy, to keep her distracted during the night. The last few weeks had been all right--somehow, even fighting the undead in the middle of a town had been welcome compared to this sudden lack of assignments. Now, with few plans made and increasingly fewer friends here to make them with, she was beginning to wonder if perhaps they would have been better off stuck in Doyleton for the night

[mugenreppa]

[ o/ ]

"You too? I got it off some guy, but I don't know where he got it." Mele hadn't seen Yakitori since, either. Maybe he was trapped in this ring? ...Nah. Besides, it was broken, and Chise and Soma had them. If Yakushiji's life was tied to it, it meant he was working for the institute.

...On the other hand, he had seemed to know what the rings did, even though none of the people Mele had talked to hadn't. Not that Mele had talked to many people but that was beside the point.

"He used it, and we...went away somewhere." Where had she ended up again? Definitely not a hallway, even though Mele thought she could tell those apart by now. Someplace she'd been surprised to end up. -Ah. "The...cafeteria." Why the cafeteria? Mele had just thought Yakitori had been hungry at the time. Given the pink stuff they were now being fed, maybe there was some merit in the idea. Yakushiji's ring was broken, though. "How's your ring? Still whole?"

[madeinthehrl]

"I found it in my desk one morning--I think it was the morning after all the doors in the institute led to the wrong rooms. Portals, I think people were calling them. I know how they're supposed to work," she clarified, picking up her own. "You smash them, and then you're transported to wherever you were last night. At least, that's what I've read on the bulletin board."

And the key to resetting them was blood. She remembered that, too--like some sort of arcane ritual. It seemed like something Landel would do.

"The problem is, I haven't actually used mine since I got it. All the doors led somewhere different that night, so I don't know what room I was in last before night ended."

F1

[lookslikeher]

Well, there she was again. Elena sat on the edge of her bed (her new bed, third one now. What was that about?), trying to decide if she should stay inside and play it safe, or have a look around the grounds by herself. She knew it wasn't the best idea, had enough experience of this place to know first hand just how fast things could go from mildly quiet to completely screwed up, but, well. The headache forming in the back of her mind was a clear indication that if she didn't get out, she would probably be setting herself up for another night filled with riveting episodes of Memory Theatre, alone in her room, and that just wasn't appealing at all.

It was getting easier to deter the memory dumps, if she could distract herself with reality enough. Which seemed basic, like stopping herself from having a day-dream, but of course her... issue was much different.

She wouldn't go far, she decided right away. No staircases and no rooms with doors that could shut behind her - that way if she did find anything or anyone that could hurt her,

Re: F1

[see_my_back]

Sakura felt at least slightly productive after the day in Doyleton, though... when she hadn't been able to find anything she'd be able to sneak on the bus, even if she paid for it, she wound up getting some completely frivolous hair products at the salon just before they left. When she went to the box of her things, she was surprised to find that not only were her purchased shampoo and leave-in conditioner there, but there was also the shield and her old clothing from Konoha and- everything that had gone missing last night

[hairraising]

Rapunzel was honestly at a loss for what to do tonight. There hadn't been any way to get in contact with Sora or anyone else in Arts & Crafts all day, and Lenalee was already asleep by the time she had gotten back for dinner

[thestormishere]

The lack of promised address didn't pass Lightning by without notice, but while she also couldn't say it didn't bother her at all, there were many more important things on her mind at the moment. Whatever was going on in the heads of her adversaries, she didn't care-- or at least, didn't care about anything that didn't have to do with whatever they'd done to Hope.

While she'd told Snow she'd meet up with him after they'd each gotten a look around the town, that also seemed far less pressing to her at the moment when she didn't know where Hope was. She'd been counting on finding him again at the buses, but that obviously hadn't worked