Night 56: Main Hallway, 1-Center

[age_of_kings]

[ from here]Tolten tried to seem confident as he took the lead, proceeding further into the dark corridors. There had been nothing overtly threatening so far, but his heart was racing in his chest even so. He couldn't shake a sense of lurking danger, of shadowing hidden fear. He tried to tell himself he was being foolish, but experience told him

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[selfnighted]

[from here]

Through this hallway, then the next, then the stairs, if she recalled correctly. Having a guide and not feeling quite that strongly about possessing a makeshift weapon had mitigated somewhat the event of marking her location; however Maya was pretty certain of the way to her destination.

If not, she could go exploring. Nothing lost in the endeavor, except perhaps the pride of completing her self-assigned task. There was something to be said about self-assigned tasks, however, was there not? There were no consequences for others if she failed. The important thing, truly, was not to lose her luck charm.

Though... She supposed guarding her own life might be important, too. Quite a feat for the stories of monsters about. Conundrum.

[England!]

[selfnighted]

In there? In the Sun Room? That made her more curious, unfortunately, but she supposed she must abide by the conclusion she'd come to a moment before: to guard her life as best she could. Not a hard task. She wasn't suicidal by any means. Besides, there was nothing worth dying for here.

"Thank you kindly for the warning," she responded. "I'm Maya. May I ask where you're headed?"

Surely not to the Sun Room, from the sound of it. If there was a location Maya had not seen, she'd rather like to go there, perhaps. Might be fun. In a very, very relative sort of fashion. But that depended on the location.

[anemptydecapo]

[From here]

He shouldn't have been considering what he was about to do. The Sun Room proved again and again to be dangerous when night fell. His goal had only been to repay that woman for his mistake and check on his Master's well-being, not endanger Sora or himself. This was an idiotic idea. This was an idea that would go nowhere and would ultimately be a waste of everyone's time. He should have turned to the doors Sora had suggested earlier instead of turning to the doors across from them. He should not be doing what he was going to do.

Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to care about what he should or shouldn't do. He knew where Landel was. Even if he couldn't kill him, even if he needed to stay his hand for the benefit of that bastard's knowledge, Venom was going to hurt him. In the very least, he wouldn't need his vocal cords to live, and Venom had no issues arranging that procedure. God knew everyone in the institute would agree with that

[scintillatingly]

For the first time this night, Venom had decided to take the lead. Even though the man said that they had a change of plans, they were still going the same direction, except that now Sora had to struggle to keep up. Clearly hearing Landel on the radio had given Venom an idea, but Sora didn't know what it could be and he doubted that it was a good idea

[anemptydecapo]

Sora didn't understand the implications of that message, did he...? "We-- I'm going into the forest," Venom answered simply, his back having turned again to the boy. He hadn't run off yet, however, instead opting to peer cautiously through the opened doors ahead of them, fingers curling tightly against the door frame

[scintillatingly]

The forest? Sora still wasn't completely following, and he tried to study the other man's face for some sort of explanation, but once again that proved impossible. Either way, it definitely seemed like they would be going to the Sun Room to get to the forest, but Sora was still trying to grasp whyLuckily, Venom went on to clarify not too long after that, and Sora put a hand to his chin as he thought it through. So Landel and Marc were in the forest? That sort of made sense, since the forest was where Hanatarou had originally found Marc, but how would they have been making radio broadcasts from there? It would have required having some sort of weird technology, which Sora realized was completely possible in this place

[fourstonewalls]

[from here]

"Before Jill, there was a man named Jack, who was killed. Possibly by Landel; the timeline I have has some rather glaring omissions. I'm fairly certain that's the man whose possessions they were squabbling over."

She juggled things around, tucking the candlestick back under her elbow again and extracting her notebook. "I'm not sure if the light is good enough to read, but I've got a synopsis." The timeline was sparse, but von Karma had fit together the pieces of what had likely been a lively conversation into something resembling order. His usual precision, but even that couldn't disguise how much they didn't know.

[scientist_skye]

Ema followed the group around the corner, sticking close to Lana and even reaching out to hold onto her shirt. Their new companion--Morgan--seemed to be wary of pretty much everything. Honestly, Ema couldn't really blame him; the people on the radios weren't always helpful and Dr. Landel was Dr. Landel. She couldn't imagine anyone here who trusted the man, even with recent changes to the regime and the scene he made during his ousting.

They were all headed upstairs, however, so there was no reason to turn Morgan away. Lana fielded his questions and announced their intentions, offering him something that she was unable to identify in the poor light. There was really nothing for her to add to the conversation, so she kept her focus on listening for anything unusual or unwanted. Brainwashed patients or monsters could strike from anywhere and it was better to be ready. Ema only wished her nighttime eyesight was good enough to match her hearing.

[swornandbroken]

Mello nodded. If he'd been alone, he would've taken these stairs, not just because they were the first he came to, but because it couldn't hurt to take a look at that hallway on a night when, if the pattern continued to hold, nothing was happening in it. A night when they didn't expect patients to come wandering that way. He'd already proved he could go back there; that wasn't any part of the reason at all.

He took the notebook from Lana and quickly skimmed the page, holding it and the flashlight close to his face as he continued along the hall. The timeline covered late enough that it almost overlapped with his own mental list of events--he knew his own arrival had been three days after the zombies in Doyleton--and it reached far back enough that he'd had only a vague idea, until now, of what had happened then. "Useful," he said, and there was a thanks in his tone, if she decided she wanted to hear it.

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[mateswithnobody]

[from here]

"So I'm going to take it you're pretty new here," she wondered aloud as they reached the middle hall, "That or no one's been nice enough to give you the grand tour. Either way, it's pretty simple: during the day you're treated like you're crazy, and at night, things go all Night of the Living Dead and such. The ones in charge taunt you on the intercom," she turned the torch light up and waved it at the ceiling, "And most things you come across will be trying to either eat you, or make you go back to your room. I've been here for a few weeks, and the whole lot of us are still working on a way to get the hell out of here."

She paused them once they were to the center of the hallway with the entrance way to the right and the Sun Room at their left. She put the light on the Sun Room doors and gave a nod, "Oh, and I'm told not to go on there at night. Since I haven't tried it, I'm going to say that's good advice."

[taggingwomprats]

"Right..." Luke replied, giving the Sun Room doors a wide berth as he followed his new companion down the hall. It sounded crazy. Really crazy. Who would kidnap people just to tell them they were crazy? And why? These people weren't Imperials - more and more he was convinced of that. If they were, Darth Vader would probably be breathing down his neck already. Probably literally.

"How many people are they holding here? And why haven't you been able to escape if they give you the run of the facility every night?"

[mateswithnobody]

[gone here]

[mirthfulness]

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The troll walked along with a bit of a sway, as if following a melody only he could hear. He wasn't all that focused on anything aside from getting to their next destination, and if Ritsuka was worried that the topic of conversation might have bothered him, then he might be surprised to learn that Gamzee had all but forgotten about it already.

He was still keeping a eye out for his friends occasionally, but walking about the halls at night probably wasn't the best place to find them. Even he was coming to realize that. They'd get where they needed to go tonight, maybe he could find some face paint, and then he'd continue to look out for them tomorrow. If Tavros and one of the humans was here, then there was no reason the others shouldn't show up eventually.

Asking for confirmation about which direction to go in instead of just heading in that direction might have been a better idea, but he didn't even think about it.

[forgot_it_all]

This wasn't a way Ritsuka was used to going. It would eventually lead to the same place though, and so he followed now that Gamzee decided to take the lead. Now that he was lagging a step or two behind, he had the opportunity to really look at his roommate. The guy was walking without a flashlight and moving around without much difficult, and yet he said he was new. There were so many things that just didn't add up with him. The horn, the clown worship, the weird fashion, the fact that he called himself a troll? Ritsuka had met some weird people, but this took the cake.

To make it better? He was apparently forgetful. Wonderful. He had to appreciate the irony of their situation; being roommates. A boy who wanted nothing more than to remember and one who didn't care about forgetting paired up in the same room. Someone up top was laughing at him and Ritsuka could only shake his head at the thought. There was no helping what was already set and so he'd have to make the best of it.

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