Night 58: F11-20 Hallway

[gald_digger]

It was nighttime, but Anise still hadn't made any plans. She didn't want to let the night go to waste, and she didn't want to try anything too dangerous, either... Maybe she could just go find some useful supplies to collect, so they'd be there when she or her friends needed them! That seemed like a pretty good idea. If things got dangerous, she

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F16 → F11

[avengingfists]

Ilia did feel better about talking about the mission again. Lana may or may not fully agree with Ilia's choices in the matter, but she didn't feel like she was being judged which was the most she could hope for. But soon night came, and the thoughts of last night's mission were replaced with plans for tonight. She had some new information that she had gleaned from Claude and Guy. Tonight would be the night for possibly putting a new foot forward. Hopefully she and Rose would soon be on the way to finding out something truly worthwhile about this place

F11 ==> Hallway

[lovecrafty]

Rose had still been assembling her arsenal when the door had opened to admit a small squad of phony psychologists. It wasn't her company they wanted, and agreement didn't seem to be necessary. "It'll be okay," she mouthed to Lily, but she wasn't sure any of the message got through.

There was a moment of quiet, and then the lights flickered out. Rose turned on her flashlight and started loading her sylladex carefully. It was faster to do the math first than to just shove everything in there and let her unidirectionally-named fetch modus sort it out, as she actually understood the arcane mathematics mere mortals called a tree structure. But it was kind of pretty to watch. And made it more like magic. At the end, she had exactly what she could have calculated:

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[avengingfists]

Ilia didn't need to wait long until the door was thrown open in a very forceful manner. Moving to stand at attention, Ilia took in Rose's rushed words and nodded in affirmation. "Then let's go."

Without much ado, she moved with Rose further down the hall. There wasn't any time to waste.

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F19

[requitedfate]

Shiina fidgeted and waited on her bed for Shou to arrive. Niikura. Shou. It was hard to wrap her mind around the thought of interacting with someone that had the same face, voice, memories, and goals as her maybe/maybe-not boyfriend and still think of them as a different person. She didn't know what the night shift really entailed, but she would likely know soon enough

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[oneman_onekill]

[running in kind of from here]

He'd taken what he'd thought to be the right hall, and it looked like he'd picked the right one: right off the bat, almost as soon as he'd turned down the hall, he'd made out the number on the door: F19.

Hah. He'd made it. Niikura took a second to compose himself and make it look like he hadn't just sprinted through a few hallway before knocking on the door.

"Nagasawa? It's me." A second later, he added lamely, "Niikura." Run hand through hair, straighten tie, relax. This wasn't--oh man, he sounded like he was on a date right now. That was so the wrong mindset. Niikura shook his head angrily for a second as he waited for Shiina to get the door. Not a date. Not a date. He was just...picking her up...and then escorting her over to his--argh, that wasn't helping either.

[requitedfate]

The knock on the door got her back on her feet. The sound of his voice drew her quickly to the door. Opening it, she looked out tentatively at first. It was still much too hard to believe. And yet...

Seeing his face, even if he didn't look too happy to see her, it nearly put her in tears again. But instead of crying, she pulled the door open and threw her arms around the boy in front of her. "Shou-kun." She just wanted to stay that way for a while, but she knew it would probably be awkward for him. She was just... so happy.

She took a deep breath, then pulled back. Glad she didn't have to wear that godawful hat now that the soldiers were gone, she pulled her long hair over her shoulder and chuckled in relief. "I'm so glad you're really here." She smiled weakly. "I thought I might have imagined it before."

[oneman_onekill]

God, could the seconds drag on any longer? It was killing him, standing around here. Niikura shifted from one foot to another, hands shoved into his pockets as he waited.

And then the door opened. "Hey--" Whatever was going to come next got completely forgotten as he was treated to a totally unexpected hug. "--uh..." His hands were trapped in his pockets. This wasn't awkward at all. Geez, how many times has this happened now? Friends-yet-not-friends expressing their relief, him standing around waiting to drop the bomb that he wasn't really the guy they were looking for...except she already knew. Still just as strange and queasy-feeling, though.

Niikura smiled back crookedly as she retreated. "Well, 'm glad I didn't disappoint or anything." Oh man, and now for the worst part. "You, ah...ya mind if we head back to my room?" He jabbed a thumb behind him. "Friend of mine's supposed to meet me there, if everything goes to plan. We can chat on the way back and stuff."

[yin_yang_fox]

If nothing else, the day gave some hope for the remains of Renamon's self. Moving to act as productive, even with no visible results, were movement, and in that line, some kind of hope. She had given information and shared what was known, and attempted to learn a little in the process. It was not enough, by any standards, but it was enough to continue moving forward.

So it was enough to continue.

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[hairraising]

Rapunzel hadn't been sure what to do with the dagger after getting changed for the night. She knew she would have her hands full with her hair, the frying pan, and her flashlight, and she didn't have a sheath for the dagger. Not exactly the safest thing to be carrying without protection. Still, she also knew that the more protection she had on hand, the better, especially since she didn't know what Dr. Facilier had on hand to defend himself.

Ultimately, she had taken her pillowcase and wrapped it around the blade as a makeshift sheath, and nestled it into the pile of hair in her arms once it had grown out for the night. This served the dual purpose of keeping the blade from slicing her hair, and keeping her from looking at the way-too-familiar weapon. It wasn't the most efficient, non-awkward way to carry the thing around, but hey, it worked for now, she figured.

As ready as she felt she could be, Rapunzel bid Tsubaki a safe night and made her way out to the rendezvous point.

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[roseoverture]

The meeting with Berg hadn't left Utena with a huge desire to gorge herself, to say the least, and so she hadn't eaten much more of Anise's leftovers than she had felt was necessary. Besides, she'd thought, there were a few people she had to see this nightshift, and she didn't want to keep either waiting if she could help it. By the time the lights went off and the doors unlocked, Utena was changed, had her box of medical supplies in hand, and had her sword and flashlight settled in the box, ready for use.

The flashlight facing forward on top of the box's contents, Utena accepted Anise's good luck tidings, and set out into the hall not far behind her.

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