[Nightshift 35] Hall M41-M50

[qui_gonjinn]

Wishing Vlad good luck, Qui-Gon gathered his things. Wearing his old clothes wouldn't be much of an advantage, but it would be enough: his robes and his tunic were a great deal thicker and more resilient than the flimsy patient shirts, and with boots, he could keep his legs protected. Considering the state of his injured knee, he knew he wouldn't

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[prevails]

Planning things had never been Goku's strong suit, which showed today. Nothing'd gone the way he wanted to, especially the things involving Sanzo. What was he supposed to think about their not-really conversation earlier about Homura? He never ended up getting the answers he wanted and never resolved anything in his head

M44

[full_score]

Martin's Landel's messages grew tiresome, but there wasn't much Claude could do about it. The intercom mercilessly played everything he said to them, and even if he tried tuning him out, he ran the risk of missing something that was actually important. Still, it was the surefire way to know when the nightshift began, and the blond didn't waste any time in changing into his Federation-issue jacket, pants and shoes

M43

[braidless]

It didn't take Obi-Wan long to gather his materials. There was the blade they'd received from the mysterious "Mr. Radio," his maps, and his flashlight -- unlike some of the other patients in Landel's, he hadn't received any of his clothing or personal belongings. It didn't particularly bother him, however. Jedi had few personal possessions as it was, and were taught not to grow too attached to anything they happened to own.

There were things he'd like to have, of course -- his utility belt, or his lightsaber, just to name a couple. But those were long gone, likely locked away deep within the Institute, if they hadn't been disposed of altogether.

But now wasn't the time to speculate on those sorts of things. Qui-Gon had wanted to further investigate the basement, and it was Obi-Wan's responsibility to follow through on their agreement.

He slipped through the door and into the hallway.

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[braidless]

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M42

[showtime_matsu]

Matsuda was in a pretty pleasant mood by the time they got back to Landel's, even though it seemed like the day had gone by way too fast. And they had even had curry for dinner! It was kinda a quiet dinner, since he wasn't too sure he wanted to disturb Renji, but Matsuda could deal.

Then the intercom came back on right before the doors unlocked.

...The thing's message was kinda depressing, really. Of course the nurses were watching them in Doyleton, but to have the whole town being controlled by the Institute? He couldn't let that get him down, though. The doctor wouldn't have anything on both L and Light...Matsuda just needed to get them working together!

Well, looked like it was time to get going. Since he wasn't sedated this time, maybe it'd be easier to get through the hallways quickly. With a wave to Renji, Matsuda was out the door and down the hall, with his flashlight in hand.

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[stray_shinigami]

Renji finished his dinner in peace, and he didn't mind at all, since it was one he enjoyed for once. He idly wondered what was going on with his new roommate, but also had a difficult time caring overmuch, with Hisoka so recently killed.

Making a mental check list as he did so, he got dressed and armed himself, once more strapping the strange, useless sword onto his back. He thought that it wouldn't be all that difficult to find Lucivar, and he'd be able to tell where Ran was exactly if he spent half a moment trying to find her. They hadn't gotten a damn thing done the previous night; he intended to make up for that now.

He headed for the door, and down the hall.

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