Nightshift 34: M81-M90 Hallway

[a_spider_can]

The moment the doors unlocked, Peter was rushing out of his, suited up and flashlight in hand. He knew that it would do no good to panic, but he couldn't help it. The longer he had been forced to wait in that room on his own, the more he had thought about what they might be doing to Logan.

He needed to get the word out to someone, and Statesman

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M87

[faceyourdoom]

Bah. To think he'd be stuck stranded with such a useless human in this room. It was times like this Zim realized the whole idea of enslaving mankind was just completely ridiculous. They were just so stupid and so completely useless, they weren't good enough to be slaves. Things like this were only good when destroyed.

The Announcer came on, saying something about taking four chosen humans for a counsel. What that meant exactly, Zim couldn't be sure. Wasn't a counsel a meeting of some kind? Who were these people deemed so important they were allowed some kind of private meeting? What could they possibly be meeting about?!

...Of course! That was it! It was the conspirators again! They hid themselves among the humans here, and then they reported what information they had gathered during the day to their superior! But that would mean they would report Zim's presence here as the boy with the odd inhuman scent. They would become suspicious and try to confront him! No! He needed to escape before they found him and he could be captured

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[faceyourdoom]

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[adevilmaycry]

Dante looked around with increased agitation. His roommate was already gone. He had no idea what to do so he grabbed his flashlight, pulled on the grey pants, a coat (but no shirt) and then went for the door. He checked the flashlight. It worked. He grabbed a pen and tore a piece of paper out of his book, stuffing it in his pocket. That would come in handy later, in case he needed to remember anything.

Dante looked at his bandaged hand yet again. It was really bothering him. He had never ached in his life. Instant healing made you get a distaste for real pain. So he grabbed his bedsheet, ripped it in half and wrapped the fabric around his fist and arm. If he needed to break any windows or skulls, padding was obviously necessary. Slam. That door was open and he was into the hallway. He needed directions.

He needed information. And pizza. And maybe something strong. Vodka would suffice.

[lustful_thing]

( From here)

Clawed metal knuckles fitted snugly on her right hand, flashlight held in the other, Lust found that she had perhaps been too optimistic about her options in the men's wing. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised - her own dallying was only to blame.

Still, she at least was hauling herself out of bed and making something of an effort.

At least the hallways weren't completely empty. Her violet gaze fell on a lone man, and no companions in sight. There was something vaguely familiar about him, but at this point she had that sense about nearly everyone she saw. Moving closer, she gave him a quick once over. He looked athletic, prepared, capable. Perhaps she'd lucked out after all....

[adevilmaycry]

A sinister aura blanketed by extreme agitation; that was Dante.

He looked around, realizing that despite his natural ability to see in dark places, he was still going to need the flashlight when the pale glimmer of his lamp disappeared. He clicked on the flashlight. Nothing-- wait. A flutter of grey. His body tensed. Another patient, maybe...

Flash, the light was on her. Well. Her body at first. And from what the clothes gave away, a nice one at that. Then upwards and he saw a pair of sly, curious lips.

"Now here's a sight." he said.

"I've been here a day, and girls are already sneaking into the boy's cabins just to see me." He grinned. "Sorry to say my bed is on its side, or I'd invite you in." Dante wasn't... shameless but he could only assume the woman had seen him-- people weren't actually wandering around this place at night, were they? Maybe the rules were for daytime only. He walked over to her. Slowly. "A succubus, perhaps? I've heard some pretty scary stories about the things going bump in the night..."

[lustful_thing]

Lust chuckled. Well, well, well, this seemed promising. And this one had a touch more class than Mr. John, it seemed.

"A succubus? You flatter me." Lust smiled, cocking one shoulder in a half shrug. She'd been accused of being that very thing before, on more than one occasion. She considered it a compliment.

He must be one of the new ones, if this was his first night. She enjoyed the fresh ones - so eager and enthusiastic, unbroken by the institute's crushing oppression.

"There are some very scary things out and about when night falls," she agreed. "But I'm not one of them. I'm simply another prisoner, out looking for a bit of company for the night shift."

M90

[gorram_doc]

Simon thought he'd had strange days in the past. That time when they went to the town where Jayne was a hero- that was an odd day, one to make him question his own sanity but this - oh, this day just didn't seem to end. Nothing made sense, from the fact that he was what seemed to be a mental hospital to the strange announcements that came from someone who was the 'Head Doctor'. Being a doctor himself, Simon noticed many inconsistencies between the level of care he was being subjected to and what was the standard procedure on the Core planets. It was enough to make him nervous and anxious

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[gorram_doc]

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M82

[enigmaticmedium]

[from here]

Another empty hallway, and an empty room to return to. Perfect. Although it had been very convenient for carrying, the femur pressed against Xelloss's own leg was becoming rather uncomfortable. He withdrew it, and carefully tucked it away in his closet alongside his shovel.

Now, nothing to do but rest and wait for the next day. The return trip had been so exciting last time, he was very hopeful for something else along the same lines, and a good seat.