Nightshift 43: M81-90 Hallway

[rectifies]

The day had been relatively quiet for Ken, for which the boy felt a deep-seated gratitude. Things had been less than savory the last few days; a little time for himself was a refreshing element. He only needed to return the bat to Phoenix, pick up his spear from Ururu, and finish gathering the last of the items for

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Outside M82

[piggy_king]

[from here.]

Finally After all that walking, he was finally to the appointed meeting place. Porky sure hoped that whoever it was who wanted this junk was happy, because Porky was thoroughly winded from all the work he had done this early in the night.

While he waited for the brat to come out and meet him, Porky leaned against the wall next to the door and panted.

Outside M82

[piggy_king]

Ah, he was finally here! Good riddance. It would have been horrible if he had already left or decided not to go out tonight.

"Oh, don't worry about me..." Porky panted, "I'm just a little old and a little...stout...walking tires me out...well, here are your tools..."

Porky leaned over slowly and pulled the screwdriver and the pliers out of the bucket and held them out for Tim. All this work for just giving someone something? What the hell was wrong with Porky?! ...Well, as long as he seemed more useful than Lelouch.

"And don't worry about paying me back or something," Porky said with a smile, "I'll be fine."

INSIDE M90 (PARTY)

[toxicspiderman]

Time to get the party started. S.T. opened his closet. All was still in order, with one addition; a pair of jeans hung alongside the sweatpants, all traces of zombie innards having been removed by whatever unaccountably efficient laundry service this hellhole had engaged. Perhaps someone had found a way to dry-clean using the blood of illegal immigrants directly, rather than saturating them in tetrachloroethylene until leukemia did the job for them. Though nothing smelled of perc -- in fact, none of the clothes smelled of anything other than cotton and the pervasive scent of fermenting bread. Whatever. He stripped out of his sweats and into the pants that had pockets. One of them held a handful of long strike-on-box matches. These were substantially less useful without the box, but went back into the closet

Re: INSIDE M90 (PARTY)

[toxicspiderman]

Preparations were almost complete. One more sheet of paper and strip of duct tape were sacrificed, and he stepped out into the hallway to hang the sign. It read, in full: No Nuclear Weapons Allowed." The wall flickered as he slammed the tape onto it with the heel of his hand. He repeated the action, sans signage, and it did not repeat. He glanced down at the beer in his hand. Naah. Whatever it was, it went in the ledger on the side marked "sci-fi double-feature", not the one marked "drug-induced hallucination and/or flashbacks". What was this, TRON? Okay, he didn't really want to think too hard about the ramifications of that, especially the part where rewriting code was way easier than genetic manipulation, no matter what hackers liked to tell you.

Task accomplished, he left the door open and sat down in his desk chair. He tipped it back on two legs, and rested his feet on the desk. The gaming system rebooted itself with a cheerful ding more reminiscent of a cash register than a high-performance computing system, which

Re: INSIDE M90 (PARTY)

[pleading_ngri]

[from here]

The piece of paper on the outside of the room earned a quick glance, and Phoenix snorted under his breath, a bit of the edge coming off of the anxiety that had quickened his steps the few yards to the door. He rapped his knuckles against the frame as he walked in, though more as an announcement of his arrival than a sign that he'd wait for an acknowledgment.

"If the computer's trying to provide some music for your party, it's doing an awful job," he observed by way of greeting, dry but still audibly tense, setting down his makeshift shoulder bag one-handed and crouching to rummage for the cup he'd taken off his dinner tray. Remembering that he hadn't come alone, he glanced back at the man who'd followed him in, not much more than a backward flit of his eyes. "Manny, this is S.T. S.T., this is my last roommate. He's been in the infirmary for awhile," he introduced, finally producing the cup and standing.

Re: INSIDE M90 (PARTY)

[yourtravelagent]

Manny was still on edge, but the new surroundings were a good distraction. He hadn't been to a party since the opening night for the club; shore leave didn't count. Staying for a drink was hardly appropriate right now, but the fact he had been elected Wright's temporary tour guide meant he couldn't just leave. Besides, it looked like their host might have intel... or was looking for some.

"Hi," he greeted pleasantly. S.T.? He didn't ask.

M88

[heraldric]

Leon took his time getting things in order. He had nowhere to rush out to, and no one could appear at his room instantaneously. (At least not with their abilities dampened.)

The bag of metal was once again dragged out of his closet. Haseo would need to make use of it. His notebook was easily flipped open to the proper pages, as it was already worn to favor them. After that, he sat down at his desk and waited patiently for the knock. Hopefully it would come as planned, and he wouldn't have to go out searching for his new friends or end up wasting a night. Having things go right would be a nice change of pace.

Re: M88

[oftemptation]

[from here]

Endrance dropped back once they were in the new hallway, letting Haseo take the lead. "What room did you say it was?", he asked, in a quiet voice.

Re: M88

[feartehreaper]

It wasn't just what sounded suspiciously like a battle going on outside the Institute that had Haseo on edge. At first he had thought it was his imagination, but as he and the others approached their destination, he became increasingly aware of a hum permeating the building: like an engine in the distance, though as he finally began to pay attention, it became obvious that it was...

Actually, he didn't really want to think about it. Once more he reminded himself to keep his eyes peeled and mostly downward for the sight of zombified limbs forcing their way out of the hospital floor.

"M88," he answered quietly, "It should be right here." The bobbing light from the flashlights illuminated the inscription on the door, but for a moment the Adept Rogue just stood there blankly. "I guess we should knock...."

Re: M88

[cannotlogout]

Tsukasa had expected him to knock and was a little taken aback when Haseo just stood there staring at the door. It was the right door; he could see the number on it and Leon would be waiting for them so why was he just standing there? Especially when they could be in the room instead of out in the corridor when there might be the living dead breaking in at any moment. He thought it was a justifiable fear after last night.

Finally he moved around Haseo and knocked lightly at the door.

M82

[donetakinorders]

[timeskipped to have him leave before Porky arrived]

Raphael didn't waste any time; as soon as the doors were unlocked, he'd grunted something that might have been a 'later' to Alvin and ducked out into the darkened hallway. The drugs they'd shot him up with were still fuzzing his thoughts more than he liked, but Raph wasn't about to let that stop him from kicking the hell out of something tonight. He'd prefer it to be whoever it was who was running the place now, but a monster would work just as well.

Or failing that, Pinky from earlier. See how a rematch went when she didn't have the nurses to help her.

[to here]

M87

[shamusdoggydog]

Sam put down his dinner and grabbed the doorknob as soon as he heard he heard the intercom come on, but to his disappointment, the door was locked. "Hmm... maybe I better search the room for clues before I head out there

Re: M87

[shamusdoggydog]

[to here]