Night 58: West Wing, South Hall 2-B

[terriblehaiku]

[From here.]He brushed past people in the hallway and headed forward down the dark corridor. It was silent here, and dark, save for the light from his lantern. He picked up his pace, stalking down the hallway as quickly as he'd allow himself without breaking into an actual run

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[razing_phoenix]

[From here.]

Normally in this hallway Guy would have been trying to get the door to the experiment rooms open, but in this case that was the last thing on his mind. That wasn't going on tonight anyway if he remembered correctly, which meant that he didn't have to feel guilty about passing it by. No, patients were being brainwashed tonight, which was something he had to be aware of. If they got ambushed this close to the morgue

[full_score]

While it was a bummer that they hadn't brought anything in case they found Okita, Claude could understand why it was too impractical to return to the patient blocks. Time could act slippery at night, and there was no guarantee they'd make it there and back at all. They had no choice but to keep going.

As they passed by the experiment rooms, Claude did his best to keep his expression blank. For obvious reasons, the "sleep studies" were a touchy subject for him, and he hated the thought of their captors forcing others to endure the same torture. At least they were focused on "special counseling" tonight, although that was little consolation. Taking away someone's free will for the night was disgusting, and it didn't help that they had to be on guard for other patients because of that horrible procedure

[its_the_mileage]

[from here]

As he moved south toward the main hall, Indy passed a couple of other patients. He squared his shoulders (oww, he thought, bad move, Jones) and tried to look like a guy who was wearing a toga as a deliberate sartorial choice rather than a shroud.

[to here]

[for_a_song]

[From here.]

There was less activity down this way, and now that they were here, Gren paused, trying to decide where they needed to go. He'd never actually made it this far before, and when he'd been dragged off, he'd been unconscious, so he wasn't entirely sure he knew the way.

And, of course, he had no way of knowing if there was more than one place they took patients for their 'experiments.'

If they didn't find Byrne's friend here, they'd just have to keep looking elsewhere.

[corvus_veritas]

Byrne had seen a moment of anger sweep across Gren's face after the intercom had gone off, but he'd thought little of it other than that his companion hated this institute as much as any sane soul did. Paranoid thoughts of Badd aside, the General's plan to convince the other patients to rat out their own comrade (if that was indeed the case here) was sick. Unsurprising, but sick. Would anyone be up to betraying their own? Byrne hoped not. Gren probably felt the same way

[for_a_song]

"I think so," Gren replied, setting aside his own frustration for the moment to concentrate on the issue at hand. He could be angry later. It wasn't as if he'd be lacking in opportunity, he was sure. "I haven't ever made it this far before," he admitted after a pause. "Something always got in the way."

He wasn't sure if they were just having good luck tonight, or if it meant they were on the wrong track. He was going to hope for the latter. "I don't think I have anything that will help with that," he added. He assumed Byrne wanted to try picking the lock, but nothing in his small inventory seemed like it would do the trick. "I'm pretty sure I could smash it with this if I had do," he added, hefting the shovel a bit. It had worked before, but it would make a lot of noise in the process.

[corvus_veritas]

Well, damn. Byrne had gotten lucky when he'd come across a locked door before; his traveling companion at the time, Rei, had had a hair pin on hand for him to use. (Thinking of her brought his spirits down a little, as she was no longer in the Institute for whatever reason - hopefully not a bad one. Best not to think about it too much right now.) But Gren didn't have a tool for lock picking and neither did Byrne, leaving them with only one option to get inside now. A risky option, but better than no option

[full_score]

((From here.))

The hallway made a straight path, and it appeared Claude's father had no intention of stopping. Despite the figure in front of him, though, he only heard one pair of footsteps echoing around him. If he hadn't been so focused on catching whatever was ahead of him, that thought would have unnerved him. Yet no matter how far he ran, his dad remained out of reach.

Gritting his teeth, Claude pressed forward. While it was true his dad disappeared in this place long ago, he couldn't just let this go without a proper investigation!

((To here.))

[see_my_back]

[from here]

If the map she'd memorized was correct, they didn't have much further to go. She followed after Aidou, glancing down the long hallway as if it might have some of the answers she was looking for. She knew she was acting impulsively, emotionally, there were other responsibilities that she should be taking care of, things that affected the living, not those who'd already fallen.

But for the moment, at least, she could put those aside, even if guilt followed later. A teammate and valued friend came first, didn't they? She chewed her lip thoughtfully, not sure if she hoped the body would be there or if the staff would just tell her he'd gone home.

[blood_and_pocky]

Despite keeping a close account of what the others behind him were doing, once the intercom came on, the noble split his attention between it and them, perhaps the most interested in the announcement. But he, too, felt a flood of disgust. It wasn't just Aguilar's message that made his skin burn, but that voice. He had seen the face behind it, had had the man lord over the basement's death match like a king at a duel, but Aidou was still no closer to giving the man what he deserved