Nightshift 38: M81-90 Hallway

[toxicspiderman]

Well-behaved. Fuck that noise. An image sprung briefly to mind -- Tess, wandering around in the old kitchen, pre-morning caffeine, in flannel pants and a T-shirt reading "Well-behaved women seldom make history" in letters that were slowly peeling off. He'd offered her coffee and she'd about taken his head off. Some sort of detox crap about

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[mayomanoflove]

The silence was excruciating: painful and long. A full minute had already passed by since either of them had spoken, the immensity of what they were about to face between then...the deepness of the wound and its implications splitting them apart as a wide divide.

Finally, he spoke.

"You...you aren't really..."

Kondo nodded, sighing heavily and expression solemn. "Yes...I'm afraid the rumors were true, Toshi."

Hijikata could only stare, aghast, uncomprehending not because he couldn't but because he didn't want to. Didn't want to believe that...!

"Then...you really are..."

Kondo nodded again. "Engaged, Toshi. To the Prince Barabarabossu from the Planet of Apenuts. Not only have I fully accepted my destiny as a proper gorilla, Toshi--I have become gay."

"But, Kondo-san...you're the only undeniably straight man in the series. You may be a gorilla, but you are also our Commander! We've prom--You can't j--"

"--there comes a time in every ma--no, gorilla's life when he must decide between doing the right thing and the

[mayomanoflove]

He got back up again what felt like hours later, unable to catch a single wink. There was something wrong with the bed. Hijikata's eyes practically creaked open, but as they adjusted to the dark, he began to notice that either a) the alcohol'd affected his depth perception, or that b) this futon was a lot higher off the ground than he was used to. Growling to himself as he kicked off the covers, Hijikata swung a leg over the side of the bed, confirming his suspicion when it hit cold, slippery ground.

This wasn't his room. Okay. Fine. Stranger things had happened before, and while Hijikata didn't wake up in weird beds often, it did happen. The question now was where he was--a question that'd probably be a lot easier to answer if he wasn't battling against the harsh pounding in his skull. He didn't want to turn on the lights, so he relied instead on touch to tell him where he was. Here the foot of the bed, here a chair and--ow! there something like a table

[mayomanoflove]

That was strange. For a second he almost thought the door'd hit something.

Hijikata scowled into the light, sheer stubbornness keeping him from closing his eyes again. When his eyes adjusted, he found himself in a somewhat drab and monochromatic hallway. Turning to the left, he say gray and blackness: the right, the same. Finally, he refocused his vision on what was directly in front of him, finding...more nothing.

Great. Not only had Hijikata blown his cash on this dump of a love hotel, but the love hotel had some kind of (hospital? corporate?) institutional theme. Really, what in hell was wrong with those "new wave" designers? Whatever happened to the beach themes, or the underwater castles, or the high-in-the-sky heaven designs with the busty angel girls in skimpy gowns and wing

M84, then out.

[gothamnight]

In the end, Bruce hadn't been able to rest much before the nightshift began; in a way, he'd never expected to get any. Being able to fall asleep was a talent as worthy as any other of extensive study, but it was never a skill Bruce truly mastered. What he could be doing with those lost hours haunted him, and here at Landel's, where Bruce could never be sure how long he had left until the next item on the Doctor's schedule

[gothamnight]

[to here.]

[From M86]

[son_ofkrypton]

This was his last set of batteries. Clark frowned down at the flashlight. It might be good for a few more days but after that, he was on his own.

Clark pushed open the door, looking left and right. So far, he could hear the sounds of some people further down the hall. Deciding it was safe to travel, Clark set off. He didn't know how things would turn out with Brainy, but he did know he would get answers.

[also from M86]

[for_marian]

Getting all the metal to room M6 with his injuries was going to be quite the challenge, but Leon had absolutely no desire to reveal just how badly hurt he was by asking Clark to help. He'd just have to drag the stuff using his good arm, and try not to re-open the wounds on his back.

Once Clark left the room, Leon stripped the sheet off of his roomie's bed--it wasn't likely Clark would be back to use it tonight, and Leon might well be back to use his bed--and set it on the floor. He piled all the metal he'd collected onto the middle of the sheet, then tore some strips from one edge to use to tie the "bag" closed at the top.

Now for the difficult part.

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[for_marian]

[skipping two halls to here]

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[for_marian]

[aaaand back from here]

It seemed that Leon's wound hadn't gotten any worse on the trip back, which was some small relief. Hopefully it would be nearly healed by tomorrow, since he'd done relatively little new damage tonight.

Leon tucked his sword into the closet, hiding it more carefully than he'd hidden anything else he'd scavenged in his nights here. This was precious, and worth every bit of caution Leon could manage.

That done, Leon went to his bed and lay down, more tired than he liked to admit. Sleep would do him good.

[heraldric]

Leon poked a head out of his room to see if the hallway was safe before proceeding. He had his labcoat on, notebook and flashlight in the pockets, and a pillowcase tucked under one arm for whenever he located some metal. Now all he had to do was find some in a relatively close location. He wanted to avoid heading in the direction of the kitchen if at all possible.

Where did others get their metal from? He had nothing to free the pipes in the bathroom now that he was minus a tool kit. Nothing in the front rooms would likely be of use, and he'd rather not go outside.

The greenhouse, perhaps? That might be a start. If it looked too dangerous he could always clear out. The walls were glass, after all.

[heraldric]

[to here]

M88

[heraldric]

[back from here]Once he reached his room again, the pillowcase full of supplies was dumped unceremoniously onto the floor. Leon fell onto the bed in a flop, burying his face in his pillow. He lay there for a while, catching his breath and letting some of the soreness ease out of his arms

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[heraldric]

The released energy was brighter than expected, and Leon had to squint as he struggled to remain focused. He couldn't see the item forming, but he had to shove such worries to the back of his mind or they'd interfere with the task at hand. Adjustments would be made as needed.

When he pulled back, panting and exhausted, a small throwing dagger sat in the middle of the design. At least... it looked like a small throwing dagger. Something felt off about it, however, and the boy leaned forward to touch it with a shaking hand. As his finger came in contact with it, the object crumbled into a pile of dust.

Well, he should have expected as much.

He laid back against the side of the bed, panting, too utterly drained to even attempt getting to his feet so he could rest on top of it. His roommate would be nice enough not to mess with the rest of his supplies, right? They'd likely be moved in the morning...

Too tired to worry, the boy passed out where he sat.