Night 44: M101 - M110 Hallway

[longlivetehking]

So they were going to monitor the bulletin, hmm? He supposed that would at least put a stop to some of the...nonsense some individuals liked using it for, but that would also mean the nurses would most likely not approve of the potential useful information normally written upon it either. Either way, it was not too surprising.

What was surprising

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[gundamned]

The announcement from the Head Doctor mostly went over Setsuna's head; at this point he was filled with enough rage to simply find the source of distortion and eliminate it. The monsters, the dying within the institution-including the commanding officer of his roommate, and now information control... Those in control of Landel's Institution were distortions that needed to be eradicated.

That was what was on Setsuna's mind as he walked along the hallway that evening. He will destroy this twisted institution. He will not give up until he did.

But first, he needed weapons.

Determined, and with a firm resolve, he quickly moved towards the main block hallway.

[gundamned]

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M109

[foolishmessiah]

Minato decided against a nap after dinner, spending the time before night announcements at his desk. Extra batteries, extra pens, a notebook. The extra key on his key ring apparently locked his desk drawer, so he slipped the ring into his pocket before inspecting his clothes. His shoes were still damp from the night before, so he put his boots on. At least the boots were actually waterproof

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[runner_up_robot]

The conversation died down as they finished their meals and Minato got ready to leave. That was perfectly fine by Forte, even though he didn't... actually have anything to do.

Finally, the intercom came on, signaling the start of the night. He'd managed not to fall unconcious, at least. He took note of Minato's improvised weapon, and waited for Raine to come.

Re: M109

[foolishmessiah]

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[idontregret]

Just as it had the night before, the door unlocked right after the announcements. Heat had already ditched the shirt and wrapped his hands again, and he spared his roommate only a nod before grabbing up his flashlight (and radio this time, after the day's earlier conversations) and heading out. He had a vague idea of where Roland wanted him to be, as he'd seen at least one stairwell in that hall the night before. It shouldn't be any problem. He at least knew his directions.

If the others didn't all show up this time, he was going to start getting worried. Or pissed off. Most likely the latter.

[to here]

M108

[sewenteen_sir]

Setsuna left rather suddenly and without much ado, probably to go locate I.R.I.S. and dispose of it. But if Setsuna already had someone who was proficient with computer systems, then it was a task left in good hands.

Chekov probably would've been able to do it, but with the Captain not answering his messages and... Commander Spock gone, he was grounded for the time being. Was the crew of the Enterprise falling apart in the face of adversity? Surely Commander Spock hadn't intended that, but it seemed to be happening nonetheless. The Captain and Commander must have been better friends than Chekov had imagined, if this was affecting the Captain so negatively

[doneinthree]

[From here.]

Kirk slowed as he turned the corner into the appropriate hallway. Except for the sound of his own quickened breathing, it was silent here as well. Had he taken too long? Kirk angled his flashlight to illuminate the numbers on the doors he passed, noticing that not all of them stood ajar. If even the slightest shred of luck had followed him into this reality, then...

M106... M107... M108. He listened for a second at the closed door, a knot of dread forming in the pit of stomach, then decided that if the worst possible scenario had come to pass, he'd rather find about it now so he could get to figuring out what to do about it faster.

Kirk rapped the door decisively, three times. "Chekov? If you're there, answer me."

[sewenteen_sir]

The Russian-born ensign looked up, started out of his thoughts by the knock. But thank goodness, that was the Captain's voice! He wasn't about to be eaten by something--he hoped.

"Keptain!" Chekov exclaimed, rushing over to the door eagerly and opening it wide. "I apologize, Keptain. I thought it best to leave ze door closed in case some sort of creature came down ze hallway. I am well, zough." He looked warily at Captain Kirk, as though trying to detect something in Kirk's face that suggested he'd heard from Spock. Chekov had read that some people had come back to life at the end of the night, but he didn't know if the Commander and the Captain had managed to see one another that day.

"What is ze mission tonight, Keptain?" Chekov asked tentatively, his expression indicating that he wasn't expecting much at the moment.

[doneinthree]

"I don't know," Kirk answered without thinking, stepping past Chekov into the room. His eyes raked over the ensign, trying to assess his claim of being "well"... then wandered back to the still wide open door. "Oops." Right. Twenty-first century maybe-Earth with twenty-first century doors. Kirk reached over to close it, stealing a quick glance down both ends of the hall before he did. Still empty. Had he just been fast, or

outside/inside M105

[tsunagari]

[from here]There were two other men in the hall, but it felt empty otherwise. Aside from their voices, the hallway was also quite silent. The ninja stepped quickly toward the correct door, stopped, and knocked. "Excuse me, Jun-san? My name is Sai. I'm a teammate of Sakura's