Nightshift 43: Main Hallway 2-Center

[constellates]

[from here]

As they approached the top of the stairs, Alkaid took the natural exit, and turned to face the right. She'd already sorta been down what was there in the left corridor, but she wasn't sure where to go from here.

"...Hey, Badou? Speaking of sane... don't pay any attention to me if I talk about items and item screens and equipment. It'

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[emotionl4arobot]

[from here, bending time a bit to arrive towards the end of the night for Peter]He'd lost sight of Clark. Brainiac 5 gritted his teeth, cursing his injured foot, shoulder, back and side that were now all throbbing painfully and forcing him to move at what felt like a crawl. He wasn't sure how Clark could be here, despite him having seen him die, but if there was a chance, just a minuscule one, that he could somehow make amends for what had happened

[toxicspiderman]

[from here, also timed to the end of night]One astronaut-like jog later (hey, an inflated elastomer sheet at an upstate New York country fair was almost remote enough from civilization and good taste to qualify, as was this place), and S.T. needed a breather. Shit, maybe there had been something wrong with the beer. His intestines were taking lessons in lanyard making and the world was a little shaky. Not in the nice beer buzz way, or even the more explosions the better, the hell with collateral damage. Mutually assured destruction had never looked so sexy

[toxicspiderman]

[this thread is running in parallel to this]

"Haven't you heard of multitasking? Come on, throw me a line here!" Not the most original taunt, but it beat the usual level of comic discourse. Besides, it'd be cool. He punctuated the taunt with another few slams on the bars, trying to make the pipe the obvious target rather than his own hands.

Though now it looked like whoever the other kid was was trying disarmament talks, rather than shoot-first-questions-later diplomacy. This seemed even less likely to work than SALT II, but it might reduce the groveling on the board come morning, and the associated guilt-trips.

[toxicspiderman]

[simulcast with this and the two posts following it]

And then the kid did some Jedi mind trick and sent Spiderman flying. And smoking. Only you can prevent forest fires. And/or lung cancer. Don't inhale, kid, the volatiles from that suit smell like a toxic lawsuit waiting to happen

[rubbermancan]

((From here.))

Luffy was pretty sure he'd been up the stairs before. That had felt like ages ago, though, so it was pretty fuzzy in his mind. If he'd made it up here that time he'd hung out with Brock, he must not have gotten very far. Come to think of it, it'd been a long time since he'd seen Brock around, period. Had he gotten himself lost or something? Maybe he'd ask someone once he got the chance.

In the meantime, he glanced back at Kaworu, looking more curious than anything now. "So what kind of place do you come from?" he asked. "Do they not have pirates there or something?"

[moral_liberty]

"There are pirates," Kaworu responded thoughtfully. "There has been an increase in piracy due to economic and political distress across the globe. Pirates will target transports, including both civilian and cargo vessels. They seize the contents, often killing the crew and passengers, or holding them ransom, if convenient." He recalled the articles he had read, though they had held little interest when competing for Kaworu's time with music, or a psychology textbook. No one had particularly minded, though he wished now that he knew more about pirates outside of works of fiction