Night 43: F1-10 Hall

[number1smiley]

Breaking down the bed frame after she'd eaten some of her meal had given Teresa something to do while she waited for the night time phenomena to arrive. Having not been conscious when it occurred the previous night, she was curious. She was not disappointed. The overhead words were certainly something different

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F2

[mizuhomaiden]

Buried in her blankets, Sheena vaguely heard the intercoms go off. She ignored them, pulling the covers even tighter around her. She didn't care. She wasn't going to go anywhere. To hell with any plans she might have had, which she didn't remember anyways. She just couldn't make herself move.

Shifting a little, the bell jingled and the ninja pulled the covers up over her head leaving only the tail of her hair visible. Her pillow was soaked from her tears, but for now, she'd cried herself out.

Re: F2

[per_ardua]

[[From here.]]

Raine wondered at finding the door closed, but considering how fast she'd moved maybe Sheena was still getting dressed; so, to be polite, she knocked. "It's me," she called.

Silence. That was odd... "Sheena?" Still no response. Worried, Raine waited for a few heartbeats (...which wasn't saying much) and called, "I'm coming in." When there was no answer even to that, she opened the door.

She didn't see anyone at first; heart pounding, she reminded herself that Sheena's room could have been moved without any warning. It certainly wasn't unusual. And it was possible she was hiding in the closet to change, and thus hadn't heard anything...

Then her eyes landed on the bed, and the huddled body under the covers. And the tuft of hair sticking out. Was she asleep? "Sheena..." Raine came forward and touched her shoulder, gently enough to hopefully not startle her but not so light as to go unnoticed. "Are you awake?"

Re: F2

[mizuhomaiden]

Sheena had vaguely heard the knock on the door and ignored it. She ignored the words from the other side of the door as well. She still didn't say anything when Raine came in, hoping her silence and lack of movement would convince the half-elf to just leave.

Nope. Not going to happen.

Sheena twitched when Raine touched her shoulder, that being the bitten shoulder, but didn't move. "Go away," she replied, her voice muffled by the covers over her head.

Re: F2

[per_ardua]

Raine moved her hand up to touch Sheena's head, trailing her fingers lightly over her hair. "What happened?" She'd heard the tears in Sheena's voice, muffled though it was, and whatever was upsetting the ninja this much, she wanted to know.

Oh, no... did she finally get hurt like she expected to? Just because she'd expected it didn't mean it hurt any less, in the end--especially in a first relationship. Depending on what had happened, Raine might end up going off to hurt someone herself.

Outside F4

[superdynamic]

[from here]

F4 was indeed down the last hall. Suzaku stopped outside the door, hesitating a second before knocking. It was a little weird to talk to someone so much over the bulletin, but never to their face. Yet Suzaku had the feeling Yuffie wasn't the kind of person who'd have a very different personality depending on the medium. She seemed pretty straightforward, just like Suzaku himself, which was probably why he liked her.

Inside F4 :V

[thatdamnedninja]

Pile of scrap metal pipes on the floor? Check.

Pile of thoroughly destroyed dresser drawer, also on the floor? Check.

Incriminating evidence, torn out of her journal and stuffed into the depths of her hip-pack? Check. And then check again for good measure, since it really wouldn't do for Sen to get her hands on thatYuffie nodded to herself, standing back with her hands planted firmly, casually on her hips. The knives were all in place, stowed carefully to be as inconspicuous as possible. The shuriken was now leaning precariously against the desk. On top of the desk sat her journal-slash-notebook, smug and open for all the world to read if only they knew Wutaian; her growing collection of origami (plus the get well card from 'Maddie'); the note from Mr. Faker, her flashlight, her jacket, and her ribbon

[superdynamic]

Typical answer for her. Suzaku opened the door and stepped in, glancing around. "Hey," he said, looking more at all the stuff on the floor than her. Were they really going to carry all that between the two of them? And as for how quickly it could all be turned into a weapon -- well, he'd seen stranger things. "Wow, what a mess."

And just like that, they hadn't even started talking and he already felt comfortable around her. It was strange how that worked sometimes. He looked up at her then, noticing a) that she was way too short to be older than him, and b) she was not wearing a stupid smiley face. "Where'd you get the clothes?" he asked, lowering his voice once he spotted her roommate still sleeping in the other bed. Though he found it hard to believe she could stay asleep with Yuffie moving all these pipes around.

[thatdamnedninja]

Spinning around on the ball of her foot, Yuffie flashed a grin. "A mess? No way. This is progress!" Haphazard, in bits, all over the place - okay, maybe it was a bit of a mess, but it wasn't like it'd be there for very long. She eyed Suzaku speculatively through the darkness, sizing him up in a flash, and was almost immediately waltzing over to grab her shuriken. Something about him… for some reason, she could've sworn

F4 (after the others left)

[tostepforward]

The odd coincidences were piling atop each other one by one, with Suzaku of all people dropping by her room, and Yuffie giving him a note for Lelouch. Ayumu's assignments and enemies were all converging, with Lelouch and his allies and Yuffie and hers --

Which reminded her of just who one of Yuffie's particular friends was.

Himura Kenshin.

The text of the page Susu--Makoto had showed her flashed through Ayumu's memory, the words "Battle of Toba-Fushimi" all but outlined in white light. The hitokiri had to have been there, in whatever capacity; it was another reason to want to see the man dead, albeit one above and beyond the mere call of duty

[tostepforward]

[to here]

F8

[ninelivesonce]

After Captain Thorne had left, Taura had asked to return to her room; there was nothing she could do on crutches and under close supervision to aid her escape except to sleep, and sleep she had. She was naturally a light sleeper; under normal circumstances any one of a number of things should have woken her up -- the dinner intercom, the arrival of a second person in the room, even the faint click as the doors unlocked. Instead, she came to tangled in the sheets in an empty room. Two trays on two tables were the only addition to the room, but they told her enough.

How much have I missed? What wasn't she seeing. She couldn't blame it on the painkillers; her request for nothing stronger than a mild analgesic had been the exception that proved the rule -- faithfully honored.

She could only hope she hadn't slept through the healer's arrival as well; she hadn't slept through a successful treatment, as leaning over to snag her dinner sent muscles twanging like overstretched shock cords. All she could do was wait. And eat, which

F8

[mitase]

[from here]

By the time Hanatarou arrived at the correct door (the note had said F8, right?) he was more than a little bit out of breath, but at least he'd managed to keep from getting eaten by a monster. Or, by some miracle, tripping and impaling himself on his own sword.

He paused a moment there, nervously brushing off his uniform before lifting a hand to give a hesitant rap against the door. He didn't even know who this person was that he was supposed to be helping - hopefully they weren't scary or anything.

[ninelivesonce]

"Door's unlocked, come on in," Taura called, loud enough to be heard through the door. She didn't get up, but she did move the now-empty tray off her lap and back onto the desk.

[mitase]

All right, so she was expecting someone, so hopefully it was the right place. Hanatarou cautiously opened the door and pushed it open, hovering uncertainly in the doorway as he peeked into the room. "Ah, are you...Taura-san?" he asked, ready to back out with an apology quickly if she wasn't. "I'm Yamada Hanatarou, the healer...?"

F1

[rope_victim]

Miku had dressed in her normal clothing, and the landel's uniform was in a neat pile on her desk. It had felt... comforting, in a way, to be dressed like she would've been at home. The skirt was feeling a little looser, but it wasn't something that Miku would be unable to fix once she found a little sewing kit. She smoothed out the skirt, fixed her stockings and did up her hair in the big, heavy bun that nearly tipped her head back if she thought about it.

She laid on her bed and waited for Ritsuka, her flashlight off. If she pretended she wasn't waiting for anyone at all, maybe it would make them come sooner.

Re: F1

[see_my_back]

Sakura didn't mind giving her roommate some time to herself. She busied herself with some preparation for the evening, set aside the scalpel for the person on the bulletin, packed the weapons she'd managed to come by over the last few days, and made a note for Sai. If he did come by, he ought to see it and just so there was no confusion, she'd written his name on it in simple script. It read, "Wasn't sure if you were coming by. Leave the sample in the drawer and I'll analyze it as soon as possible. -Sakura."

For the other, she set the scalpel where she'd said she would and glanced over at Miku before getting up and going to the door.

"A couple of people might stop by to pick things up. They shouldn't bother you though," she assured, hoping it was the truth. "Take care."

[[to here]]

Re: F1

[rope_victim]

"Yes, you too, Haruno-san. See you in the morning." Miku watched Sakura leave and nodded briefly. She wasn't really all that concerned about people coming in. Perhaps she should have been, how many times had Sousuke warned her to be careful? A lot. Too many, maybe.

She turned on her side and sighed deeply. Her eyelids drifted closed, and she was amazed she could manage to be tired at all. Crying was very, very tiring, apparently.

Re: F1

[forgot_it_all]

[from here]

This hall seemed safe from whatever explosion that had been and Ritsuka felt a sense of relief wash over him. Now the only problem was whether or not Miku had waited for him. He hoped she had... He really hoped she had. Reaching the door, he pressed his ear to it for a moment and listened - but didn't hear anything. Not from inside at least.

The voice was following him - whatever it was. Or whoever. He could swear he knew it, but it was still so quiet. It was louder than before, but the most he heard were snatches of phrases. Whatever it was, he would pay attention to it later. Raising a hand, he pushed back from the door and knocked twice. "Miku? Miku, are you in there?"