Nightshift 45: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[tyki_pon]

[From here]Tyki headed through the double doors into the next hallway, still not seeing anything or anyone around this place. The area was still as empty and boring as ever. He'd almost wish for the head doctor to switch around the lay-out of the place a bit, if only it weren't for the fact that figuring out what was where would be a real pain.

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[usoppsenchou]

[from here]

Usopp had almost jumped when he heard a loud noise in the halls behind him, but it had just been a patient meeting another after he glanced over. That didn't stop him from hurrying out into the larger hall, the one he recognized as the way to and from the Sun Room. But that direction didn't have any hallways he remembered looking like the rooms' main hall. So... it was still possible they were down, and in some other direction. A map would have been helpful now.

Up seemed the most likely just because there seemed to be another, similar hall there and he hadn't seen any others yet. But it did break the numbering system Usopp thought he'd had worked out. If he was wrong, at least all he had to do is double back. And he hadn't seen anything horrible that wanted to eat him yet, that was a plus too. Tightening the coat around himself, decision made, he headed up to check the next hallway.

Was it colder at night, or was that just an illusion because of the darkness? And where were all the nurses, anyway?

[usoppsenchou]

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[sewenteen_sir]

[ From here.]

Chekov turned the corner and situated himself in front of the door. When Commander Spock opened the door, theoretically Chekov would be standing there at attention. After his slip-up (otherwise known as using the F-word around Spock: feelings), he wanted to appear to be in 'top form' as Spock had instructed.

Even if Captain Kirk would return to his normal self--he hoped. The idea of proceeding with the mission of escape as Commander Spock's First Officer was one Chekov didn't want to consider. Even if Chekov had no idea what to do about Captain Kirk, no doubt his Vulcan Commander would know. Chekov could plot a course to anywhere, but when it came to people's brains he was like a new cadet in the engine room.

[dual_worlds]

((From here.))As soon as he stepped into the next hallway, Spock was greeted with the sight of Chekov standing straight and alert. It was good that he had apparently made it without any trouble, though the Vulcan hadn't anticipated on him running into any obstacles. After all, he'd made the same journey himself the other night with no problems. Of course, it was also true that the institute was notorious for throwing unexpected hurdles in one's way, in which case Spock had trusted Chekov to know how to steer himself out of danger

[sewenteen_sir]

"No, sir," Chekov said, pausing briefly to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Commander Spock seemed to be wearing his Starfleet uniform. Where he'd gotten it, Chekov had no idea--nor did the Commander seem to be in the mood to explain where it had come from.

The mission should be first and foremost anyway. It didn't matter what Commander Spock was wearing or what Chekov was wearing: the mission at hand was the most important thing. Especially if it included the rescuing of a Starfleet Captain from the confines of his own mind. Especially if it meant keeping the chain-of-command where it was, and not declaring the Captain unfit for duty due to temporary and possibly permanent insanity.

Chekov drew his map out of his pocket, lit his flashlight and studied it for a moment. M66, M66... He pointed his flashlight down one end of the hallway, then the other, then turned to his right.

"This way, Commander," he said.

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[full_score]

((From here.))

As Claude made his way down the hall, he noticed there were already a few patients roaming about. No doubt they had their own places to be, and their own comrades to meet. He remembered all of the times he'd passed through this hallway with Dias and Guy, and his heart ached to know that he'd never get a chance to walk with either of them again. Not for the first time, Claude thought of Anise, and how difficult it had to be for her to lose one of her few Auldrantian friends.

Thinking of her made him remind himself that he didn't want to keep her waiting. They'd agreed to stick together, and so Claude was confident they could get through this as long as they were around to help each other.

His flashlight beam illuminated the hallway up ahead. Thankfully, the coast was clear of monsters, but Claude knew he couldn't push his luck. He hurried on.

((To here.))

[swornandbroken]

[from here]

Mello pushed the door open, and checked their progress against his mental map of the place. He hoped to hell he wouldn't need such a thing after tonight. He was aiming for the outdoors, and jerked his chin in the direction of the north hallway before looking back at Emmett in silent question. His night vision wasn't what it had been before the explosion, and it would be a relief to get out of the building.

[wantsyourzex]

[from here]

Okay, another hallway down. No problems. Max hadn't run into anything dangerous or scary, aside from his constant hallucinations (phrasing it like that made it sound really bad, come to think of it) and he seemed to be doing okay. Pretty impressive considering he hadn't ventured out by himself without getting hurt in some way for a while! He'd have to tell Dex about this when he had the chance.

His efforts to calm his nerves were mostly fruitless. He still felt nervous and afraid and lost, and all too eager for someone to latch on to and follow like a lost puppy. Max kept going.

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