Nightshift 42: F31-40 Hallway

[constellates]

[currently in F??, as her room is unassigned currently. Assuming it's in the F31-40 hallway for believability's sake.]

Ow.Alkaid shifted restlessly in a cold bed: a bed that she still did not recognize as her own. Even after three days. Tch, not like she spent any time in that bed anyway. Three whole days here and all the former Demon Palace

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[F??]

[euphemise]

Footsteps echoed outside the door to Euphemia li Britannia's room, and the princess stirred in her sleep. The echoing steps grew louder and louder still, and as they passed, she slowly opened her eyes. The room was completely unfamiliar to her, and she blinked, trying to make sense of the surroundings.

Where am I?She slowly sat up, trying to remember where she had been. It had been...that morning. That morning which meant so much to her, the morning a dream would come to fruition. All that work, all of those arrangements...those weren't anything when compared to the happiness everyone would feel. Euphemia didn't care about the throne, about the right of succession - none of that mattered in the end. What would...what did...was that everyone was happy

F?

[number1smiley]

The thing about death, generally the end result of a hybrid's career in the Organization, is that the moment before it occurs, the one about to die knows it. Teresa had known she was about to die when she'd lost both her hands. She knew then that she was about to lose her head, that her death was the result of her own actions. She knew at that moment, she would be leaving Clare behind, unable to train the girl properly, unable to see her grow. And then Priscila's claymore had taken her head.

Losing one's head was certainly a unique experience. So few knew that for a few seconds, after having been decapitated, there was still consciousness. During those few seconds, the average person, especially a human, would think some kind of amazing revelation occurred, as if the decapitated finally understood the meaning of the universe or why they had existed at all.

The sad thing was, the truth was far from that. The only thought that went through a decapitated's mind during that moment was, 'Oh shit, I've lost my head. Damn.' Or

[F??]

[reallyshortfuse]

What the hell?!

Shiba Kuukaku blinked in confusion as she stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

She last remembered scolding her brother after one of his 'trainings' before getting back inside to get herself some sake. So why had she suddenly awakened on a thin mattress in a room that was...obviously not part of her damned house? Hell, this didn't even come close to her tastes. The room was sparse and only reminded her of some infirmary. Only she couldn't remember getting hurt. And she wasn't stupid enough to drink so much sake that she couldn't remember what the hell had happened to her some night previous.

So what the hell was up with this bullshit?

"Hey!" she called out, voice sounding demanding and not all that pleased. "Someone tell me what the hell's goin' on here!"

A second passed. And another. Silence. Either someone did a damn good job of ignoring her, or there was no one around. But she wanted answers, and she wanted them now. If no one was going to show up and tell her

Re: [F??]

[reallyshortfuse]

Kuukaku peeked into the hallway, but there was no one around. No guards or some other similiar dumbass, nothing. She stepped outside and opened the next door she could find, revealing exactly the same room she had just left. None of the beds had anybody sleeping in them, so she obviously couldn't kick someone out of bed and demand some answers. Maybe they were up and about like her, which meant wasting time here wasn't going to get her anywhere.

Not bothering to check the other rooms, she headed down the hallway.

[To here]