Night 57: M1-10 Hallway

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When the familiar crackle came on from overhead, Claire had paused, then continued about his business, sorting through the few possessions he had in his box and setting them into seemingly random positions on his desk, looking as listlessly bored as he'd been just prior to the announcement. But he was quiet, quite aware of what this Aguilar man was

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M1

[boketa]

Now that he had a goal for the night, it was a lot easier to be spurned into action. The familiar click of a magical lock sliding out of place was heard acutely with his supernatural senses and it meant good times were go! Bouncing off his bed with a laugh, the monkey boy pulled his pants off and ran to his wardrobe where he had found looser fabric the previous night. The back of the pair of selected pajama bottoms were ripped to make room for his wriggling tail that returned at night

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While Sora would have preferred to spend his dinner talking with a friend, Neku hadn't been all that up to it. He wasn't going to take it personally, but he did hope that the other boy was feeling all right and that he wasn't secretly holding anything against him. Sora could understand someone getting upset when he sent them into danger, but Neku had never given off that impression, so

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The day felt like it'd passed by in a haze. While he remembered a few parts of it and plenty of the pink slop he'd been eating, he couldn't help feeling a little groggy. No offense to Sora, but when dinner finally rolled around, he couldn't stomach any more of the stuff and well... he'd never been great at conversation. With any luck, his roommate wouldn't hold it against him.

The announcement sounded and Neku pulled on his phones, having already thrown his beret across the room in distaste, and gathered his pins and flashlight before heading to the door.

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M8

[kings_thief]

Locke had been keeping his nose out of things over the last twenty-four hours. After having gotten lost wandering around the halls the first night, he'd quickly come to realize things were different then he'd expected them to be, wrong, even. Monsters were nothing new to him, but, he still wouldn't have expected them in a hospital, even a hospital as obviously messed up as this one.

This discovery had been enough to make him cautious the next day, watching what everyone else did and observing the guards and how things were run. All it had really done for him was show him things were just as wrong during the day as they were at night, just, in a different way.

As for tonight, he still didn't know where exactly he was going, but, for now, he was going to do his best to find something new; even if that meant he got himself lost again. Only thing to do was to make his way out of this hallway and up to the main one.

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[girlsandgadgets]

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Once in the corridor, Edgar turned, waiting for Locke to show him which room was his. "Convenient that you're only a hallway away. Not that I'll ever complain about that. I'm in M16, should you need to come looking for me."

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Locke lead the way to the room he shared with Miles, gesturing to it as they approached. "I'm here, M8. Just a sec."

Locke went in, not bothering to close the door behind him as he went to fish out the flashlight from under his pillow. "Still a stupid place to put this."

As he rejoined Edgar in the hall, he shot the other man a concerned look. "All right, where to?"

[girlsandgadgets]

"F14," Edgar answered, taking note of Locke's room. At least he knew where to start looking, should the treasure hunter go missing again.

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M10

[dork_at_duty]

So tonight, Meekins was going to get to go on a mission and help someone! Someone named Neku, who was going to lead the mission for the both of them. Meekins didn't know who this Neku was, but he vowed to do whatever he could to help him as best he could, no matter what they ended up doing. ...And he would also have to remember not to call him "Sir

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Leaving M1

[theroadsofar]

Didn't they all feel lucky they were so looked out for?

Jesus Christ. Dean had to wonder if anyone bought that song and dance. Somewhere out there had to. He figured a normal civilian here would probably be crapping their pants, especially if this was their first night in this joint. On one hand, he'd rather have it straight up, but on the other, he didn't feel he should be grateful just 'cause someone was telling him how it was gonna be in this joint. As if changed the fact they were all still prisoners here.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Dean threw on his jacket and shouldered his duffel before stepping out into the hall. Claire was probably out there waiting for him and while he was all for candy -- sucks she hadn't meant it that way -- he was also tossing around the idea of checking the Medwing. The fact of the matter was Sam and him needed supplies, bad, despite whatever was going on in the air between them these days. Dean was used to living out of his car or his duffel bag but this? This was trying to do more with a lot less than

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