Night 41: M81-M90 Hallway

[toxicspiderman]

S.T. woke in a rush from a dream involving playing referee to a wrestling match involving two topless girls and a leviathan-sized octopus waiting for a rematch with the Nautilus or the world's largest deep-fryer and dish of butter sauce. His fingers were in his mouth and he was trying to whistle, when the intercom took over the job

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The day turned out fairly bleak in terms of progression, given all three conversations with his senpai. If the trend continued, Ken would likely face a rocky night as well. At least there was the offhand chance there wouldn't be time to think about the current issues; the two seniors sounded like they had a full night planned. There was also getting a few miscellaneous tasks squared away.

Such as paying Alita. Ken had dropped the ball somewhere between his last kitchen raid and current dilemma, and therefore, he was feeling rather relieved he still had a night left for the rest. There wasn't much left, actually: just another container, a funnel, and a masher. If he stayed on task tomorrow night, he would have everything for the princess/bounty hunter.

He carefully stowed his current payment into his pillow case and lugged the bulk carefully out the door. Thankfully, Alita's room wasn't that far off.

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[promisedawhale]

Dinner had been lovely, and Brook was still sporting flecks of the delicious salmon on his face as he headed out into the hallway. He didn't really have any sort of plans for the night, not that he ever did really, but did have a bit of a mind to go exploring more than he usually managed. The nights were just more productive if one did something instead of simple sitting cooped up in a room.

Wondering alone unnerved him still, even after all the time he had spent in this place, so as usual he ended up humming to comfort himself. If he continued on his path without company for too long though, he was sure to begin singing out some words as well.

[promisedawhale]

[Brook skips here]

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[for_marian]

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Leon had every intention of telling his new roommate to go jump off a pier, but then nightfall hit and Landel put on his usual intercom show. Sighing, Leon tucked in the last end of the leather wrappings he'd put on his sword hilt and then grabbed his makeshift swordbelt, slinging it and the sword around his hips. "You're welcome to try killing me, unarmed as you are, but frankly I don't have time for you. So develop some manners or I'm walking out of here and leaving you to figure things out on your own."

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[knived_grin]

"...oh?"

Belphegor stood suddenly, tilting his head in an exaggerated confusion. It wasn't quite that he was clueless or naive- curious, more like, and a little excited at the new prospect of danger and even the faintest chance of being hurt. Of course, without his knives, there wasn't much he could do to defend himself, but at the same time, the thrill of being out there where he had the chance to really look around was so much more alluring than remaining here in this boring room with his boring roommate. "Nah, killing you would be a bother. I'll just go with~"

Bright smiles all around. Of course, the easiest way to get to know this place with the least amount of real danger would be to accompany someone armed. That way, not only could Belphegor use him as a distraction to leave in a time of crisis, but Leon also seemed to know his way around, at least a little. This could prove to be advantageous.

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[for_marian]

Leon shot a vicious glare at his roomie, but of course there was really not much he could do to stop the madman from following him around. Great. Saddled with two unarmed idiots tonight. Maybe they'd kill each other.

... Damn it, no. Rutee would have his head if Stahn got killed. And, well, Leon didn't actually want him to die. He didn't particularly wish death on his annoying roommate, either--he just wished that the guy would go be alive and safe somewhere else. "... Don't get in my way."

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[knived_grin]

Belphegor nodded, the glare seeming to go right over his head. He continued to smile- almost creepy, by now- and shoved his hands in his pockets with a dull shrug. "I wouldn't dream of it. Where are we going?" Of course, knowing just what they were doing would probably be a little useful- Leon looked like a man on a mission, and Belphegor couldn't help but he a little curious... of course, only because he was starting to get bored, anyway.

[reanalyze]

Citan wasted little time in slipping out the door when it unlocked. He had nothing on him but his flashlight and a few scraps of paper tucked into his clothing.

He supposed he looked at tonight as a test, to see if this little scheme would work. And from the point of view of a good person, it was quite a clever and helpful idea. Citan could easily admit that, and understand why Armand would want to organize the whole affair. But it wasn't getting them any closer to getting out or...any other goals Citan may or may not have had in mind.

Well, there would be time to steer for that later. For now, he had a 'duty' to do and it was best to get to it.

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[timeleaper]

Daniel seemed to be asleep with no sign of waking. That was something of a concern, Ronixis had to admit, especially after talking to other people about the disappearances. He hoped that he wouldn't be getting a new roommate anytime soon, although he wouldn't wish this place on anyone. No-one deserved to be sent here. In any case, he couldn't afford to spend another night asleep, so he finished off his meal and headed to the door. He didn't have any kind of weapon, which would be helpful, although he doubted that they had bows just lying around. The same went for guns. But a knife perhaps, even if it wasn't anything close to his specialty. And he could always use Heraldry.

He closed the door carefully behind himself and then headed off down the corridor.

[timeleaper]

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