Night 59: Disciplinary Therapy Corridor

[bitpartgod]

[from here]

Instantaneous by name, instantaneous by nature. The floor seemed not to give way under his feet so much as vanish entirely- a pretty strange illusion, given that they were the ones who'd vanished- but the move was so quick that Kibitoshin didn't even see their surroundings blur before they were planted back on the ground again. The

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[meanandgreen]

[From here]

But inside, it was quiet. Dark, save for the same migraine-pink glow casting weird shadows everywhere. Who the shell ran this place, anyway? Princess Peach? Whoever it was, they were off their freakin' nut.

Otherwise, the place seemed empty. No tortured screams, no buzz of bone saws, not even close to what Raph was expecting. "It's clear," he growled, swinging the door open further. What little hope he still had for finding his brothers tonight was quickly dying. Maybe that Sangamon guy was right. Maybe he was alone after all.

No, he reminded himself. Stop thinkin' like that. Not like they haven't been through this before. They always found each other one way or another

[toxicspiderman]

S.T. wasn't as fast as Raph -- by the time he'd caught up, the guy was an aneurysm waiting to happen.

"So that little red alert gig wasn't just for kicks."  He couldn't keep Rapahel waiting, not unless he wanted a black eye, so he explained.  "Every night there's a broadcast.  Pointless scavenger hunts, vague threats, creepy bullshit.  About one in three nights the place goes haywire.  Different every time, but the freak sow up here goes on.  Hell, last time they forgot was the zombie invasion."  Raphael had heard of ninjas -- zombies didn't seem too weird to spring on him.  "Which means tonight isn't just the usual radio drama anarchofascist romantic comedy."  Patrick Swayze as Landel.   Now there was a scary thought.

"We're off the hook."  The  rescue missions had been half to help and half to fell like they were doing something.  "You got any bright ideas?" he said, turning to Zex?  Raph just wanted to beat the shit out of something, which wasn't us usually hard to find, but maybe they could direct that energy.

[wantsyourzex]

The hallway gave him a distinctly uneasy feeling. Vague memories of being dragged down here, of waking up in one of these rooms, of

[meanandgreen]

Raph listened to S.T.'s spiel with as much attention as he could muster. Kind of hard when it felt like his blood was boiling under his skin. Anger was a familiar thing, almost comforting in a time like this, but feeling the fire roiling in his gut was something new. Warm-blooded. He felt like he was gonna puke.

We're off the hook, he said. Yeah, right. If only it was that easy. He had no clue where to look next, but maybe these guys did. Making plans was never his thing. Much as he fought with Leo in the past, that was one of the reasons he was glad he wasn't leader. Most of the time, he was happy with people just telling him what to hit

[allroadslead]

When the floor popped back under his feet, Sam couldn't help spinning around, trying to gather his bearings. And also to make sure they, you know. Were in the right place, though the fact that he had room to move was a good sign.

The fact that Kibitoshin apparently hadn't expected them to make it through in one piece was, uh. Less good. Though Sam couldn't say he blamed him.

He glanced behind him to make sure Peter was still there, then squinted at the hallway. The whole institute looked like a badly retro-fied strip club with the pink glow.

"This is it, yeah."

Huh. It was pretty quiet, right? That was weird. There was always a mass of people up here. People and plenty of supernatural creatures crawling out of the woodwork. Especially if anyone had been taken tonight...Okay, so they took them at dinner. The institute hadn't lost control until after. Which meant anyone they took should've had their powers back.

Which meant there should be people trying to get out, people trying to get in, and a hell of a lot of exploded scientists

[human_sponge]

The way that they moved with Kibitoshin was much quicker and less jarring than how it had worked when he and Sam had gone through those doors that one night. It was still a little disorienting -- moving from one place to a completely different one in the space of a second was bound to be -- but Peter was pretty pleased with the result in the end

[bitpartgod]

Both of them answered more or less normally, so at least he hadn't managed to traumatise them somehow. Hadn't happened yet, but you could never tell! Kibitoshin was just about ready to let a feeling of satisfaction creep in like someone turning up to a party they weren't entirely sure they'd been invited to join- and then Sam suddenly put some of the uneasiness he'd been feeling about this place into words and he froze, blinking.

He was right. There had been all sorts of people around here when they'd made their first crusade up here, either outside the hallway or already waiting for the doors to click open so that they could rescue their friends themselves. So where were they now? There was a chance that they'd been early, but if everyone had their powers back the advantage of being able to teleport up didn't really count for much

[allroadslead]

-Holy crap, okay. Sam's eyebrows went up.

Seriously, Christ, what else could Peter do? His roommate had basically spelled it out for him once, but watching it in action was another thing altogether. He was like a mishmash of all of Yellow Eyes's special kids thrown together in a blender. But without the, uh, homicidal bits

[scientist_skye]

[from here, timeskipping everybody]

The corridor seemed like any other hallway in the Institute, except smaller and lined with doors on either side. From here, Ema was lost; she never left her room when her own experiment happened, opting to instead wait for a rescue that never arrived because of some experiment Dr. Landel was running. Just the memory of it made her shudder a bit.

At least there seemed to be less carnage in here. Ema dropped her arm and allowed herself to breathe a bit more easily. "Mr. Javert? Mr. Threepwood? What can you see?" There was no need to announce her inability to see much detail in the poor light, although her question did so implicitly. Mr. Javert already knew and would tell Mr. Threepwood if he deemed it important enough.

[damned_monsters]

So many came and went. So many only trounced around, opened doors, looked for people who would not be found, and then disappeared back into the ether. The creature didn't care about them, however. They were swarmed already by the lesser abominations of this prison and it didn't want to waste its time squabbling for the meager pickings that were coming through. Besides, this creature was smart, it knew how to wait, how to bide its time - and it knew the smell of death better than anything else here

[sheepwood]

Guybrush stepped into the corridor after Ema, scanning the area nonchalantly with his flashlight. It looked about the same as the last time he was there patrolling the hallway with Javert. "Nothing out of the ordinary, except for the stuff we've already seen that's out of the ordinary," Guybrush answered, slowly working his light around the hall. "Doors, more doors-"

A drip came from the ceiling. Rather than head for the source, he spotlighted the pool the drip created. "Um, what looks like a puddle of slime on the floor..."

He trailed off as he was sure he'd seen something move in the darkness, but when he turned his light toward it, it was no longer there. "Shadows that apparently move-"

His light caught it again, landing on what looked liked a barbed tentacle. Fear began to leak into his voice. "Something that says this is a bad idea, and..."

The abomination was finally illuminated, if only for a second. Panic filled the Mighty Pirate™'s veins. "Holy mother of Bobbin Threadbare, what is that!?His question was met with

[unmocked_lawr]

Javert let Guybrush do the talking, preferring to scan the hallway himself. The faint pink glow emanating from the walls provided some illumination, but not nearly enough; he found himself squinting to make out anything in the darkness