NIGHTSHIFT 37: M41-50 HALLWAY

[scalyfishman]

A click and the dry crackle of static was all it took to get Depth Charge on his feet. I’m coming for you, X. Checking his equipment and maps one last time he switched the flashlight on and opened the door.

The hallway was darker than it had been when he last entered it, and Depth Charge found himself hovering uncertainly by the door until his

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From M43

[braidless]

The announcements were unusual, if only because it wasn't Martin Landel's voice delivering them. Still, that didn't make the woman's words any less disconcerting. But there wasn't much time to sit and dwell on those things -- they had more immediate matters to focus on. As soon as the door unlocked, Obi-Wan opened it, a knife in one hand, and his flashlight in the other.

He glanced towards Schuldig. "Is there anyone you need to find, or are we heading straight to the second floor?"

Re: From M43

[k4t4str0ph4l]

"I was going to meet my partner," Schuldig replied flatly. "He's over in the next hall, so we still can - and he's friends with Arty, too, so he'll want to help. Just as well; he's better in a fight than I am, and we're probably going to find one."

[To here.]

M45

[repelling]

As to what finally roused Uryuu from his unplanned and truly uncanny slumber, he could not have later said.

What he knew in this moment was only this moment, the suddenness of jerking upright, of clawing blindly at sheets and covers as if they were binding, of breathing in rapid staccato gasps, of his hands pushing at the cloth and simultaneously groping at his abdomen, fingertips scraping over the unfamiliar fabric of his shirt, attempting to soothe the internal wound that no longer existed.

His breathing continued in the dark. His eyes moved, unfocused, squinting, blind. They adjusted to the dark, but would need more than that to get by. Before he could think, he felt around him for his spectacles. Once in position, pushed along the bridge of his nose, Uryuu tried to set his mind against this.

Hueco Mundo? The Octava? Too much worked against it, how real the bed was, how nothing had after all bound him, the utterly different and absolutely weaker concentration of spirit particles, and the clothing in which he found himself. But

[repelling]

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[no_chan_allowed]

For a weird magic prison, Yahiko thought, this place really didn't seem so bad. They gave him good food, even if he had no idea what it was, and the people who led him around seemed nice enough. Still, Sanosuke wouldn't exaggerate unless it was about something really stupid, so when he left his room gripping the thing Kenshin called a flashlight, he listened carefully for anything that might sound like a monster.

[no_chan_allowed]

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M44

[full_score]

His dinner passed by quietly enough, though he hadn't really expected to hear that mysterious woman's voice over the intercom. Her words were strange, just like all the other riddles hiding in every shadow here. There wasn't much for him to do except stick with his plans for tonight.

Fortunately, it didn't take Claude long to get dressed in most of his Federation attire. After grabbing his flashlight and the bulging pillowcase of metal, he paused long enough to glance over the room to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. He knew Ashton's sword was still resting beneath his mattress, but whether his friend would finally come claim it tonight remained to be seen.

But he had places to go and people to meet for now. He would deal with whatever the morning brought to him when the time came. Sighing to himself, he pushed the door open and stepped out into the hallway.

((To here.))

[officer_leon]

Leon finished his dinner and stretched out on his bed. He laid there for quite a while, staring at the ceiling, focusing on his breathing.

Nothing.

He felt fine. No fever, not sick at all. It was like the virus was gone. He knew it wasn't, but... maybe it went dormant?

That meant that he had to search tonight, make the most of this time. Leon had no idea how often the virus reappeared, or how advanced it might be when it did so. A weapon would be good... maybe some other items to add to his collection of medicines, too. Leon quickly dressed, irrationally pleased about his new/old clothing. Even though he thought it was kind of mean to include an empty holster.

He collected his flashlight and trusty baseball bat, then flipped through his journal, trying to recall where things were. He knew he needed to get up to the second floor, if nothing else. And tonight was M-U again, so no patients in the halls to avoid. Just the normal monsters.

With something of a plan in mind, Leon headed out into the night.

[Jumping up to here]