Night 25: Intercom, Early Night

[damned_intercom]

With a crackle, the intercom came back on, and with a boom, the Head Doctor began to laugh into the microphone, his mouth so close that his breath rasped out of the speakers. Finally, he spoke, with one word that seemed to mean more than he let on

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M11

[hewhoprotects]

Ichigo flinched backwards just as fast as he could to avoid the blow from Ulquiorra only to ram his legs into the bed behind him and fall backwards on it. Shocked, he sat up immediately and looked around the small room for the 4th Espada but he was no where to be found. In fact, there was no one in the room but him. It looked like it was made for two, and the room was quite plain, but it was nothing like the rooms of Las Noches. No never ending white walls, no enormous spiritual pressures weighing him down

Re: M11

[hewhoprotects]

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[full_score]

Claude C. Kenni was faintly aware of an intercom playing somewhere in the back of his mind as he turned over in his sheets and pulled a pillow over his head. It wasn't a sound he was unfamiliar with; after all, the Calnus had its own PA system that had run through most of the ship, calling out for soldiers to man their stations during the most inconvenient times.

But Expel doesn't have anything like that! he realized with a sudden jolt, and he quickly sat up in bed, half-expecting some sort of emergency to be waiting for him. But all that greeted him was a dimly-lit room, a couple of beds, and--

Where was he?

The last thing he remembered was going to sleep in a small inn, which wasn't here. Granted, Claude wasn't a stranger to waking up in strange places, but this had to take the cake for being the most bizarre occurrence. After all, it wasn't like he'd been inspecting any strange, alien-made devices recently. And it was pretty sure Expel hadn't collided with anything while he'd been sleeping

M66

[vessavana]

A dream.

A nightmare?

It was one of Zoisite's piano performances. Chopin Etude Opus 10, Number 3, he called it...a quieter tune than normal...more somber than usual

F25!

[lady_general]

Celes woke up with quite possibly the world's worst headache. Damn that Setzer! He'd feel the business end of her blade as--

--The blonde general looked around, surprised. Where was she? Her clothing had been switched to some sort of cheap, peasant's clothing. Scratch that, peasants wore better clothing. What was this fabric? This face? It looked like one of the ridiculous scribbles that Kefka would occasionally put on his order notes.

Thrice-cursed Clown.

A cursory examination of her room revealed a... kind of Figaro torch, some sort of writing utensils (what Celes wouldn't give for a good fountain pen) bound in a band, a blank book. A weird item with dials and knobs, she brought with her once it began spewing voices.

A sword singing? The ex-general sighed and left her room. Someone was going to give her answers, right now.

M83

[unityscientist]

Zakharov regained consciousness to the sound of fading static. He wasn't in the agony he had steeled himself for when he had been captured. In fact, he was...not comfortable, exactly, but the yielding (bedlike?) surface under him was at least an attempt, save for the thinly-cushioned hard lump under his head