Night 57: Infirmary

[antiheroed]

[ from here]For as direct as they were being, Riku understood how much of this section of Landel's remained unexplored. They were so focused on acquiring the drug that it hadn't occurred to them to stop-or, if it had, it was a thought stopped by his frustration with his partner for the night. To think he pushed off some old man because he thought he

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[poorexample]

[From here.]

The room was large, though not to the extent of something like the cafeteria or the Sun Room. It held a decent number of beds, though all of them were empty at the moment. If anyone had been kept here, it seemed they had been moved elsewhere for the purposes of this exercise.

More than the beds or anything else that the room had to offer, however, Castiel homed in on the drugs that had been set out for them. Medicine was another thing he was unfamiliar with, having always been a being that could heal on his own. As for the other sort of drug, he'd imbibed alcohol, but that seemed far different from the other narcotics that certain weak-willed humans became dependent on.

Castiel couldn't determine if these drugs were meant to heal or if they were some sort of crutch, but either way it would earn him a prize and that was what he had to focus on. Still, he found himself eyeing the syringes and vials with uncertainty. Putting a foreign substance in his body was a concept that even an angel could identify as dangerous.

[mateswithnobody]

"I'm talking about traps, genius," Donna finally huffed as she settled a hand on her hip and pointed her index finger at him, "And since I'm tired of thinking about it, are you messing with me or what? No one I know is this literal, so you're A. Messing with me, or B. An Alien." Or C. All of the above, but she left that one out since she was pretty sure that someone this logical could not be human - thus making him alien

[poorexample]

Traps? Castiel considered that possibility, ignoring the fact that Donna was insulting him. He got that from the Winchesters often enough that he realized it wasn't meant with complete seriousness and could be dismissed. However, placing traps on the way to a place that the general wanted them to go made very little sense. This place and the way it was run was rarely logical, but Castiel still thought that was a stretch

[mateswithnobody]

"Neither" hadn't been an option that Donna had voiced, and because that was about as vague a response as she could have gotten with what she'd asked, it ended up voiding his earlier pass on weird comments. She really could not let that slide.

"All right, I'll add C. You're a fish." Though possible, she was not being serious on that one. "Or let's add a D. as well since you could always be a robot and/or cyborg, whichever one likes to at least look human."

As she'd ruled out 'all of the above' as an option for her small irritation, and was not going to allow 'neither' into the equation again, Donna could not help but find herself thinking a bit more on that accusations she was making. Just a little while ago, she would have thought anyone claiming to just be alien was mental. Now that something so far-fetched was possible... really, anything could be. "You're not really a robot though, are you? Cuz if you are, you'd best be able to shoot lasers out of your eyes or something else just as wizard

[zack_fair]

[From here.]

The room here was familiar in its own way. Shin-Ra HQ had an infirmary for injured soldiers and Zack had spent his fair share of time in there. Usually it wasn't for too long, seeing how Cure materia could handle just about any injury, but illness or poisoning could be trickier to magic away.

He got the feeling that the room would almost be pleasant to be in during the day. The pattern on the ceiling and the clean sheets seemed welcoming in their own weird way. Of course, that would have only been the case if this was a proper hospital. As it was, he knew that anyone who was brought here had to be going through something pretty terrible.

Either way, the drugs had been set up for them and as Zack approached, he saw that a few had already been taken. Where had everyone gone, then? It was an eerie thought, and yet there weren't exactly bodies littering the floor either. The stuff clearly wasn't fatal.

So what would it do, then?

"They're not even labeled," he said as he grabbed for one of the syringes. "Talk about

[loyalrose]

Rose followed him into the room, taking a moment to let her eyes scan the shadows, as if expecting this to be a trap. Which it certainly could be, considering the intercom had all but dared them to come here tonight. Still, for the moment the room seemed still and empty except for the two of them. After another moment of careful alertness, she moved up behind him and eyed the drugs laid out on display.

She gave a quiet sound or amusement as he picked one up. "That would be making things too easy. Nothing like surprise cocktails." She picked one up, holding her flashlight up to try and decipher anything about it, but she was hardly brushed up on modern pharmaceuticals. The syringes could be anything. And probably were.

She sighed, casting him a patient glance. "Well. What do you think? Worth the risk or just plain stupid?"

He was definitely human and probably more in danger than she was. Although considering this place was prepared to restrain vampires, maybe they had drugs prepared for them as well, as unlikely as that sounded.

[zack_fair]

The apprehension Zack felt was only normal. Even if he'd been put through serious experimentation before, it wasn't like he had enjoyed any of it. In fact, doing something like this to himself might just bring back unpleasant memories, the sort of thing he'd been able to lock away since it'd all been experienced through a haze in the first place

[loyalrose]

"How chivalrous of you," Rose gave a rueful laugh, glancing over at him curiously for a moment. She hesitated, debating over several options before giving a quiet sigh and shaking her head. "No, if either of us should take it, it should be me. It's less likely to affect me than it is you, for reasons I'd rather not get into at the moment."

She glanced at the syringe and winced, putting it back down on the table. "Although if it's alright with you, I'm going for one of the vials. At least it doesn't come with any tongue-in-cheek instructions like 'Drink me'."

She made a joke of it, keeping her tone light, despite the slight unease she felt. She could tell that he was feeling the same, although he was doing very well in hiding it. Perhaps they both really were crazy.

[unmocked_lawr]

[from here]

There was no doubt as to the purpose of the collection of vials and syringes that lay on top of the table just inside the door. Javert ignored for them for the time being, preferring to proceed deeper into the room and give the area a once-over with his flashlight before doing anything else.

If Threepwood was going to persist in his foolhardy quest to escape his pink gruel--and at the very least, it appeared the drugs weren't fatal--then he ought to make sure they weren't going to be attacked mid-swallow.

[sheepwood]

And Guybrush was indeed going to persist in his foolhardy quest, despite having had the foolhardiness pointed out to him only a short while ago. It wasn't the worst idea he'd come up with- in retrospect, his worst idea had probably been the entire search for Big Whoop, given how much time he'd wasted trying to find it and how poorly he treated Elaine, only to have himself trapped in the Carnival of the Damned. However, it was one where the chances were high it would end badly

[unmocked_lawr]

A quick search of the room revealed nothing about to jump out and murder them, which was reassuring. Less reassuring was the fact that Threepwood had already selected a vial in the time it had taken Javert to check underneath all the beds.

His lips pressed together in a thin line. "I suppose nothing will convince you not to drug yourself. I rather need at least one other member in Search and Rescue, and your imminent demise is probably going to complicate matters."

[sheepwood]

"'Probably'?" Guybrush repeated wryly, raising an eyebrow. "At least you've still got whats-his-name and whats-her-name from the other night, so you're not completely alone in your diligent trekking of the hallways. Besides, this isn't the first time I've drugged myself. I once spiked my own drink in order to sneak into the Goodsoup family crypt, since the only way to get in there was to... well, you know. Not only did I make a full recovery from my lapse of death, but my head felt great thanks to all that Head-B-Clear I ingested

[sixth_attack]

[From here.]As Sechs passed through the door, the question of whether this was the Infirmary or not was swiftly answered by the rows of beds lining the wall and the presence of other patients looking for the same thing he was after

[forgot_it_all]

Ritsuka stepped into the room after Sechs, tossing glances left and right at the other patients. There were people in here he recognized. The beds themselves were empty and it seemed like there wasn't much by way of medicine here except for what was on the table. It seemed everyone was here to take it, but Ritsuka still didn't understand why. Why would anyone want to...

If they're a cure...He gripped his flashlight a little tighter and followed in after his companion. Even with the risks, people would do anything for a cure. Ritsuka would do anything have his answers, after all. Whatever it took is what he'd told Soubi. He'd do whatever it took in order to find his answers as to who the Septimal Moons were and what they were after, why his brother had to die, and why his brother hadn't died but had been elsewhere this entire time. The things he'd learned had been painful, dangerous, and came with their own prices, but in the end, he was glad he had faced them. It was better to know and to be in pain than to continuously

[sixth_attack]

The telltale signs of the black inky tendrils were emerging from the shadows that framed Sechs' vision. Beneath the beds came fingers of black goop which slowly crawled over the tiled floor. The M-U's effects were invading the Replica's senses once again, and the cold in his back continued to spread into his shoulders. Wincing, Sechs forced his way to the crowded table, giving no regards to those who surrounded it. His focus had turned into a state of tunnel vision, desperately searching for an end to his torment.

Upon reaching the table, Sechs' frustration grew when he was met with an assortment of medications. Pills, vials of unknown liquids, and much to Sechs' chagrin, syringes.

Sechs glared at the small pile of drugs before him, which one was he supposed to take? He doubted pills would help with his condition, so his options shrunk down to the vials and needles. Maybe if he asked Ritsuka to inject a needle into his spine...

Now Sechs was visibly shaking. The very thought of having needles coming near to any part of his body

[forgot_it_all]

Squeezing past the others, Ritsuka followed Sechs until he got a closer look at the table. There were all manners of drugs here, none of them labeled and none of them likely very sterile after having sat out here for so long. Ritsuka's eyes slid over the capped vials, the pills in cups and finally came to rest upon the neatly arranged rows of syringes. It was like a morbid rainbow of potentially fatal substances that the patients were willingly downing one after another. There were no warnings about mixing drugs or even anything that cautioned against allergic reactions or side effects. People were simply

[osoreirimasu]

[from hereFalling through a doorway to get away from a bunch of bugs that weren't even chasing him had to be the most undignified entrance he'd ever had. It wasn't the worst to happen to him tonight, however, and after hopping on one foot, arms and one leg splayed out at weird angles to help him keep his balance, Japan finally righted himself. Giving the room a quick check to ensure no one saw anything, he tugged on his jacket, straightened his clothes and smoothed his hair back with an air of nonchalance. No one seemed to be looking at him and so he continued further into the room

[osoreirimasu]

"Nngh..." It tasted like the durian fruit smelled. Though called the king of fruits, Japan had no idea why anyone would want to eat it. His country used the smell of it as a punishment in humorous games against reaction-fueled comedians. It was quite effective, really. And now his mouth tasted foul. Making the slightest of displeased faces, Japan capped the vial and set it down. Whatever the drug was supposed to do, it had only served to turn his stomach and make him lose his appetite for trying any others. He couldn't feel his connection to his country returning as it had the night before either.

"Ha..." Unfortunate.

He supposed he should go back then. The longer he stayed here, the more likely it was that someone would see him. And he'd have to break their necks. How unfortunate. No, scratch that thought. That wasn't right. One more time