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Night 45: M61-M70 Hallway

Nov 21, 2009 15:03

"Commentary: The comms meatbag shut up quickly tonight! What a relief," HK said, standing up and grabbing his weapons. Scalpels were hidden up his sleeves, and his axe and his shiny new knife were taken in each hand. "Suggestion: If you are leaving the room tonight, it would be best if you come with me. I have infrared capabilities and therefore do ( Read more... )

grell, kirk, ratchet, junpei, zex, okita, homura, lockdown, tyki, spock, nathan petrelli, hk-47

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inside M62 war_wounds November 21 2009, 21:59:10 UTC

Ratchet jumped at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. It seemed to be coming from a box high up on the wall--no doubt a sort of human comm device. Why didn't the silly little things just implant comm units in their heads? They always had to take the long way around. Still, the simple fact that the device was there was testament to the sophistication of the virus. Ratchet had to hand it to Soundwave. For his age and for how relatively primitive his composition was, he was an incredible programmer. Too bad the kid was crazier than a glitchmouse during a solar flare ( ... )

Re: inside M62 war_wounds November 22 2009, 21:56:49 UTC

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ruthless_hunter November 21 2009, 22:01:55 UTC

What the? Did the doors just click unlocked? How'd that happen? And why didn't he feel tired?

He thought about just staying in here all night, but then he thought that maybe he could find some answers if he went out. Like how he'd gotten here, or maybe even how to escape. It was worth a shot, and Lance was a risk-taker sometimes.

"Yeah, alright, sure," Lance replied. He took the axe from under his bed and stood beside HK. "Alright, let's do this."

arc_wrench November 23 2009, 01:43:40 UTC

"Command: Follow me, then." HK started off into the darkness, quite comfortable in the apparent dark. "Statement: We will be meeting the female assassin at a predetermined RV point, or I might lose some of my favorite organs through offensive utilization of a dining utensil tomorrow."

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tyki_pon November 21 2009, 22:14:53 UTC

The night had fallen and his Noah had come out, which meant it was about time to go outside. To where? Tyki didn't have any plans, but he couldn't really care as long as the night was going to be interesting. And the surprise was at least half of the entertainment, he guessed.

It might not have been the best idea to go out, considering his wounds were still far from healed, but twiddling thumbs was only so interesting. He had done plenty of that after finishing dinner. How much had he and that SubZero guy actually talked, anyway? Once? Twice? Whatever. Either way, it meant he was going to get his ass over to somewhere decidedly more interesting, wherever that may be.

It only took a short while for Tyki to retrieve the items he had wanted to take along for tonight. After once again pushing his hair out of his face and tying it together with a rubber band, he slipped out into what would be the first of a long string of hallways.

tyki_pon November 21 2009, 22:23:45 UTC

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Outside M66 doneinthree November 22 2009, 02:57:29 UTC

He remembered being here before. Standing in a narrow hallway, listening to doors open and people moving, himself dressed in a heavy coat dug out of his closet, with a flashlight in his hand. If he closed his eyes, he could almost pin down the thread of it in his memory, slippery and vague. Some part of him had been here before, if only in his dreams.

"I'm hallucinating," Bill said, and heard his words echo faintly in the darkness. Patients walked past him, barely paying him any heed, and he could almost imagine that he wasn't really here at all.

He waited a second longer - for what, he wasn't certain. Maybe to hear the intercom announce that there had been a glitch with the security system, maybe to wake up, maybe to walk back into his room and forget about this... but somehow, he knew none of those things were going to happen. More worryingly, he knew some part of him didn't want them to.

What the hell, thought Bill. People did always say he was his own worst enemy.

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Re: Outside M66 wantsyourzex November 22 2009, 09:01:06 UTC

The doors opened again.

Something far away made a sound that could have been a laugh.

Max stared at the door in confusion, as if by staring at it intently enough he could force things to be sane again, but it remained open. Max drew into himself, not sure of what to do, and before he could ask Bill what he intended to do... he was gone.

Now what? He could just stay here and hide in his room... his room was supposed to be safe, right? Wait, what did he need to be safe from anyway? There weren't any monsters or anything out there, he wasn't crazy anymore. There weren't any ghosts to fight or anything like that. There was nothing dangerous out there. It was... odd that the door had opened, but that didn't mean the rest of his delusions were true. That'd be ridiculous ( ... )

M63 notachick November 22 2009, 09:25:26 UTC

Despite dinner being the one he usually looked forward to every week - food that was familiar and supposedly comforting - Okita hadn't been able to eat any of it. He'd certainly tried, but in the end, he'd left almost all of it untouched and had just gone to bed. But even then, he hadn't been able to sleep. He kept hoping that the door would open and Guy would come in and that the news of his death would only have been a lie. In the end, Okita had sat in his bed, leaned up against the wall, wondering what he could do for Guy's friends to help them through this time ( ... )

Re: M63 screwthegods November 24 2009, 06:35:51 UTC

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Okita's room was only a short distance from his own, and even injured, Homura traveled there in decent time. The door was closed when he arrived, so Homura paused for a moment. He knew that Okita had a new student coming by that night, and it was possible that the training had already begun. Yet when he heard nothing, Homura hoped it meant that he and Okita might have some time to speak privately before the puppy arrived.

"Okita?" Homura knocked on the door, then moved his hand to the knob. If it were any other person, he would have entered then, but something gave Homura pause this time. Although the reason was as simple as knowing Okita's preference, it still struck Homura as odd in it's own way. He smiled faintly to himself, but released the handle, content to wait until Okita allowed him in.

Re: M63 notachick November 24 2009, 08:19:09 UTC

He'd managed to get through most of his meal and some of the rice before his appetite gave up entirely. It was strange. Ever since entering the Shieikan, Okita had always taken meals with someone else. Save for very rare occasions, he'd also had at least one other person, if not a whole room of other people to share a meal with. In Kyoto, it had been the same thing. The men all ate together with the captains. It served to bolster familiarity in the ranks and also helped chase away the loneliness or the apprehension about upcoming battles or patrols. And ever since coming here, Guy had been at the other desk. There wasn't even a meal laid out for him tonight and the emptiness on the other side of the room made the space seem that much bigger ( ... )

Re: M63 screwthegods November 24 2009, 08:30:22 UTC

That was interesting. As eager as this student had seemed on the bulletin, something important must have come up for him to delay his arrival. Regardless, Homura was thankful for it, and he made sure to close the door behind him when he entered the room. It would give them some warning when the boy did get there, at least ( ... )

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