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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[promisedawhale]

He knew he was headed for Luffy's room, but without Archer there to direct him, Brook had to think for himself on just how he was supposed to get there again. There had been a few hallways to traverse, and he'd gone outside too - that was a way he knew well - so he didn't think very much when it came to heading for the outside shed. Once he got there, getting to Luffy's room wouldn't be too terribly hard, would it?

No, of course not! He had to keep his hopes up if he was to get anywhere! But that didn't mean he didn't begin humming a tune the moment he left the room. No matter how high one's spirits, this place was still scary!

[chocomancer]

Wonka looked up from his notes as the Head Doctor began his nightly address, curious as to what the man might say, but ended up listening only a few seconds before tuning him out again. It was just like all the others - the self-righteous tone of voice, the sentiments of the universe owing him something - that same power-drunk mess of complexes that Wonka had seen ten years ago, and had kept seeing ever since. He gave a sigh, and tried as hard as he could to imagine the Chocolate Room, to picture the colors of the foliage and the trickle of the river, to escape having to listen to another spoiled adult take out his anger on others.

Thankfully, Landel finished his rant in what might have been record time; it was only a few moments more before the static drowned out his voice and the doors unlocked. Free of the man's monologuing, Wonka leapt to his feet, grabbed his notebook and flashlight, and followed Brook out the door and down the hallway, towards (he hoped) more pleasant and rewarding things in the outside darkness.

[chocomancer]

[to here]

[alwayscomesback]

[gone here]

[From M84, after Bats has left]

[ol_canucklehead]

Logan awoke to find himself hanging half-out of his bed. Before he could get his bearings, his initial surprise caused him to lose his balance and fall, painfully, onto the floor. Cursing, he slowly rose to his knees, one hand instinctively massaging the bandages around his midriff. Dammit, he cursed again. Another day los'. Why does this keep happenin'?!? If he had but one solid theory to work on, such as keeping the more 'violent' patients subdued for parts of the day, he might feel less confused about it. But as far as he could tell, the occurence was completely random, and affected a wide variety of patients

[rectifies]

By the time Ken Amada awoke, the room was dark, noise practically nonexistent. He felt groggy, his head wavering between hazy and outright disoriented. As the boy slowly rose out of bed and began the motions of getting prepared, the realization finally dawned.

Ken had fallen asleep.

The fact came with relief. He could not remember the last time he had successfully rested in this place; even a second's worth meant he was feeling better. About what, he couldn't be certain, but the child figured any improvement was better than none.

Now, however, was not the time to dwell on that, not with work still awaiting completion. He quickly pulled on the gray overcoat, a task he carried out halfway down the hallway. A pillowcase hung awkwardly out of a coat pocket while the boy's flashlight and spear juggled between his two hands. It was a wonder how he managed without dropping anything.

[To here.]

[enigmaticmedium]

No orders from clubs and no plans for the evening. No Lord Hellmaster to take orders from, either; he was certain of it now, after yet another night of patiently waiting. Beyond certain, but it really was best to be absolutely sure in a case like this

[enigmaticmedium]

[to here]

M81

[bored_todeath]

Ryuk looked at his radio when it sounded. He'd already tried changing the station, but it didn't work, so he decided he'd probably leave it here.

Looking to his roommate, he smiled. "Hey. What are you doing now? Let's do something."

[metamollusk]

"Doing? Me?" Fwiffo asked with a small start. "Well, nothing really..."

Which was true, from a rather literal standpoint. He was only sitting on his bed, back against the wall, staring at Ryuk like the death god was going to eat him at any moment.

First a horrid cannibal, now a death god...Somebody around here must really hate him.

[bored_todeath]

Ryuk nodded and looked around. "I've already gone through the room," he said. And he meant the whole room, privacy be damned. "Nothing here. Let's go, Fwiffo. We should go upstairs." He sure as hell wasn't going alone. He needed a meat shield like last night. Although Mikami had been too slow.

Ryuk stood and walked to the door, turning back and waiting for his roommate.

[metamollusk]

"What, go?" Fwiffo stared at the death god in complete consternation, frozen in place on the bed. "But, but I..."

But he was supposed to be meeting with the Captain...!