Night 41: M71-M80 Hallway

[secret_orchard]

[M74]

When the lights went out, Armand already had some of what he needed to take laid out upon his desk. He dressed by feel in the darkness, and made certain to steal another pillowcase from the bed to fold into his pocket. He put his journal and pen in one pocket, gripped his sword in one hand and tried to carry the light and full pillowcase bag

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[tender_cruelty]

[From here]

It didn't take long to go the couple of hallways to Badou's room thankfully. The earlier they started, the earlier they'd be able to get things done after all. At least, that was the theory. He found Badou's room (or what he hoped was Badou's room) and knocked lightly at the door. "Badou? It's Allelujah."

[cigarettes_plz]

After a quick shower Badou had come back to his room to sleep through the last couple of shifts. He didn't get any sleeping done. He'd arranged his things for the night then flopped down on the bed, chewing on the end of an unlit cigarette. By the time Armand had come in for dinner he was doing an admirable job of faking sleep.

He'd tried to be out and about in the morning, and mostly he thought he'd done a good job of it but it would be a miracle if he managed to close his eyes again without dreaming, and this wasn't going to be the happy bunnies farting rainbows kinda dream. Good thing he didn't plan to do any sleeping tonight either. There was way too much of this sulky shit going on. What he needed was a good party tonight.

Once Armand was gone, he grabbed his flashlight and a pillow case - cigarettes, lighter, and pens were all in his pockets already - and started to light a cigarette. His meat shield special nightshift friend had arrived just in time. Badou opened the door, grinning. "What, no corsage?"

[tender_cruelty]

Well, at least it was the right room. He'd wondered for a moment. Allelujah smiled, managing to look only a little bit baffled as he wondered what a corsage was and why he'd be brining one on the night that they went and set fire to things. Some kind of firelighter perhaps. "No, but I did bring presents," he said, slipping into the room past Badou and laying out the acid flasks and the smoke bombs onto the desk. "I thought you might get some use out of them.

[cigarettes_plz]

"Presents? Is it cigarettes?" He hoped it was cigarettes. Allelujah was pretty much his best friend in the world when it came to enabling his bad habits. He was like Santa but with a fucked up backstory and weapons training.

He stopped beside Alle, unsure of what he was seeing for a moment, then he broke into an even wider grin that was mostly teeth. Weapons. "Aww Alle, you shouldn't have. It's just what I wanted." Then the expression vanished, and it was just Badou exhaling smoke and looking mildly pathetic. "I didn't get you anything. I can make you a paper star if you want."

M77

[meitantei]

They were going to use his room for the healing, huh?

Shinichi rubbed at his temple with his good hand. How were they going to do it, magic? He had to assume so, though his inner skeptic railed against the decision. Nothing here made sense, and the existence of magic--real magic, not complex illusions and slight of hand like one would expect from someone like Kaitou Kid--was just another implausibility in this whole highly improbable mess. Might as well accept it and move on. Otherwise he would be so bogged down with his doubts that he would fail to grasp the big picture and could miss vital details because of it.

The detective scooted himself far enough away from the desk that he could pull himself out of the wheelchair and hobble over to the bed. It was bad enough that the horrible chair was still in the room with him. He didn't want to have to meet this mystery healer and her friends while stuck in it.

Re: M77

[thatdamnedninja]

[From here]

Yuffie used the short walk to the fullest; experimenting with different ways of lugging around her shuriken, running through a few improvised dance routines, thinking up how she was going to go about this little magic show. She never strayed too far from Yukari, though. Because if she got too far, she wouldn't be able to see the girl's reaction to stuff like this..: "So, you n' Kaito past first base yet? What's he think of the skirt?"

It wasn't like she actually thought they were together, just like she didn't really think that Lulu and Suzie were -- but there was just too much potential! And in a place like Landel's, that counted for even more. Especially for pseudo-flighty ninja who wanted to keep themselves on the upbeat. Unfortunately, they'd already arrived at their destination. She knocked. "Room service!"

Re: M77

[remedying]

Yukari continued to watch Yuffie as she walked ahead of her, leading the way as she played around some with the shuriken. It was obvious something was a little off with the way she was handling it, plus her earlier action implied she wasn't used to it feeling so heavy, so Yukari became somewhat wary of it being swung around nearby. She anticipated Yuffie insisting otherwise if she commented on it, so instead of saying anything at all, Yukari only distanced herself just far enough where she felt comfortable about the space between them.

Perhaps a silly feeling, considering she was in a team comprised of a bunch of teenagers who wielded weapons of their own, although Yuffie had a very whimsical disposition and Yukari had no idea how she truly worked when in a position to use it. Maybe she had the completely wrong idea about this.

Until she found out either way, Yukari had no qualms about taking precautions.

She stopped a few steps behind once they reached their next destination, and Yukari felt something inside her twitch as the

Re: M77

[meitantei]

"C-come in!" Shinichi called, still not quite sure what to make of what was going to be happening tonight. It sounded like there were at least two girls outside the door, both of them around his age or younger. That was consistent with the tone of the notes he'd gotten on the Bulletin earlier, but writing could never be entirely trusted. The notes he got from one of history's greatest swordsmen, for example, were decidedly...feminine.

For the hundredth time today, and probably the millionth time since he'd woken up here, the detective wondered just what, exactly, he'd gotten himself into.

Re: M71 aka The Vortex of Despair

[emotionl4arobot]

Brainiac 5 frowned. Something in the way Peter agreed with him, how his face had changed before hand, bothered him. While he knew he was right, that Peter couldn't have done anything - after all, Clark had been unable to defend himself and he had had his powers and invulnerability - he'd expected more of an argument with the other boy.

However before he could try and say anything further, the intercom sounded its message through the familiar crackle of static and the doors unlocked with a faint click, signalling the beginning of another night. He watched as Peter slowly rose to his feet, uncertain if he should say anything or not and what, if anything, he could say that might help the situation. Then Peter spoke again and he gratefully turned his attention to other matters.

"You don't have to concern yourself with that, Peter. If Schuldig wants the item that badly, he's more than capable of coming for it himself. Otherwise he can wait until I'm able to deliver it."

[emotionl4arobot]

Brainiac 5 frowned and opened his mouth to argue back. Then he took in how haggard Peter looked and for once decided to let the matter rest. He supposed it might be better to know that Schuldig wouldn't have any reason to bother him in the future, beyond the apparent pleasure the telepath had gotten out of it. And it might help avoid problems with Artemis and Peter that would arise from a disagreement with Schuldig

M76

[sitard3d]

Luxord had said M53, right? Well, then, that was where Demyx was going. It couldn't be too far away, or hard to find, even alone, which gave him some confidence about going out alone for the first time. Grabbing his flashlight and saying goodbye to Soubi, he slipped out and headed down the hall, checking the door numbers as he went.

[To here.]

Re: M76

[sitard3d]

[Back from here.]

Demyx had opted to swing back by their room first; if Soubi was still there, he could hopefully catch him. If not, he could head for Ritsuka's room and hope he was there...

Instead of either, though, he just caught a glimpse of a figure he was pretty sure was Soubi vanishing as he headed out into the main halls, rather than heading for Ritsuka's room at all. Bemused, but not wanting to get left behind for the rest of the night, Demyx took off after him.

[To here.]

M76-M75

[beloved_less]

Having bid goodnight (and luck) to Demyx, Soubi headed next door to Kip's room. He'd stayed behind a little, hoping to miss that man and - quickly checking - he'd succeeded.

Ignoring the roommate and acting like he belonged, Soubi searched Kio's side of the room. He looked under the pillows, under the bed, in the drawers, around them, under them. Nothing. The closet then. He searched and found what he'd come for. His file. He flicked it open to check it. Definitely his, thought the pictures were missing. The newer pages detailed treatment and some distressed behaviour, after which they'd called his guardian. Hm.

Soubi snapped it shut and put it in his rucksack before pulling out the lollies he hadn't yet given Kio. He left them, most of them anyway, where the file had been.

And, with that, he set out.