Nightshift 45: M11-M20 Hallway

[destroyeroftime]

[from here]Oh, so this was the hall he needed to be in. At least, he was pretty sure it was the right place. If he remembered right, the man on the bulletin board talking about Search and Rescue, his name was Phillip Hunt. If there were only two people in a room, though, it shouldn't be too hard finding him

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Outside M14

[destroyeroftime]

It really hadn't been a long walk to get to this room, had it? Well, that was good. Allen knocked on the door and waited. It was really dark out here, and there were lots of people around...was that normal? What kinds of delusions were people having?

He hoped that kind of thing wasn't actually the norm. It would be hard to protect so many people at once! Even so, he'd do his best to help protect them. Even if it took awhile to get things straightened out so he could get home, he could always lend a hand. There was nothing wrong with that at all.

Re: Outside M14

[unmocked_lawr]

Javert had changed into his usual clothing and pulled out his saber and medical supplies when the doors unlocked. It sounded as if he'd need the latter a great deal more, particularly if the patients who had been turned this morning remained so tonight. Somewhere, Martin Landel was laughing.

It was only a short time after that that he heard a knock on the door, and he opened it promptly, pausing for a moment at the sight of the boy in front of him. He'd seen the young man before; he was sure of it. Where? Ah. The night of the first trip to Doyleton. They'd been trapped in the buses when night fell with no way out, and the boy--

His gaze flickered down to the boy's left arm for the briefest of moments before it rose again, centering as usual slightly above the boy's eyes. "You are the young man from the bulletin board?" The question was almost brusque, the words clipped and businesslike.

Re: Outside M14

[destroyeroftime]

Allen looked up at him and smiled a little. He noticed the way that the man's eyes went right to his arm. He had a desire to pull at the bandages again, but that would just draw more attention, and that wasn't something he needed right now.

Instead, he waved his other hand in greeting. "Yes. I'm Allen Walker. Um, your name was...Phillip Hunt, right? Or is that just what they call you instead of your real name?"

Re: Outside M14

[unmocked_lawr]

Javert nodded, extending a hand. "That's what they call me during the day. You, however, can call me Inspector Javert."

A pause as he sized Allen up before he fired a short volley of abrupt questions. "You said you were new here? When did you arrive? Has your roommate explained to you what goes on at night, or is he the unhelpful sort?"

It wasn't that he doubted the boy was telling the truth. There was precedence for the inexplicable disappearance and reappearance of the patients here, sans memories. It was merely that he remembered Allen's abilities from the last time he was here, and abilities like those would prove more than useful in an organization like Search and Rescue. If he could determine the young man's suitability for the group now, so much the better.

M11

[winged_moon]

Another night, and another melodramatic announcement over the intercom. Yue would have preferred to be spared Landel's posturing and gloating, but it was simple enough to ignore. After all, he had something to accomplish this evening, and hopefully it would prove to be worthwhile in the end. It had better be worth it, after all the work they'd put into it and the risks they'd taken...

No. It would be. Yue was certain of that, or so he told himself.

As he started to push to his feet, though, intending to retrieve the items they'd collected from their hiding place in the closet, the guardian abruptly froze in place. Something was...different. Wrong? No. Wait, not wrong but, somehow...right

Re: M11

[gentiana_clusii]

Andrew couldn't help but stare. Was he dreaming? Hallucinating? His roommate had just grown wings. Honest to God feathery, white, HUGE wings. Whatever was going on, it wasn't normal.

"...Yuki..." No. He knew that wasn't right, not right now. "...Yue?" Trite as it was, Andrew pinched himself, to make sure he wasn't just dreaming, even if he couldn't remember falling asleep. Even if he was still sitting at his desk.

What in God's name...

Re: M11

[winged_moon]

The wings shifted with a soft rustle of feathers, expanding to touch the walls and fold against Yue's back once more, as the guardian reassured himself of their presence. He breathed out a faint sigh, then turned slightly toward his rather shocked-looking roommate and quirked a brow in inquiry.

"Yes?" he replied calmly, as though none of this was at all out of the ordinary. It wasn't, for him. And he'd no interest in playing games; Andrew might have given in to the Institute's lies, but he saw no reason to indulge him as Yukito had. There was far too much to be done.

Re: M11

[gentiana_clusii]

"...you're an angel," Andrew said, dumbfounded. And slightly embarrassed, once he realized what he just said, but really that was the only way he could think about it. Aside from a really bad hallucination, and really...well, he hadn't had one of those recently.

His roommate had just grown fucking wings. Even for a nuthouse this was insane.

[oftemptation]

That had been...unsettling, to say the least. Once the lights were out, though, Endrance quickly figured out the mechanics of getting into what should be a physically impossible outfit, and let out a relieved sigh. That was so much better that it wasn't even funny. Even if the outfit was a little different than he'd thought it would actually feel, he felt like something was right that hadn't been.

Once he'd made the last adjustments, he took Haseo's sword and his own pipe from the closet, then headed out, but not without stopping for a moment. What had he been thinking a few minutes ago? That brainwashing had better not be catching...

[to here]

M19

[replicatedorder]

[continued from dinner]

That announcement killed the somewhat optimistic impatience that Luke had after Cloud managed to make him feel better about things. The guy in charge definitely had some kind of problem, and Luke was ready to show him a lesson. But given how long things took on their journey, he had a feeling that it was going to be a while before he really got things sorted out. It was just the first night, so he had to be patient enough.

After he had finished the tempura on his plate, he returned to his bed and sprawled out, flashlight lying against his stomach, and waited for the door to click open. A part of him wanted to stand near it, watching, waiting, even pacing, but he knew it would annoy him if someone else was doing that, so he tried to give an air of calm. Who knew what really lied out there? Depending on where he was at any given period of time, monsters always tended to look ... different. Some were scary, some were weak, and some, as Tear seemed to try to keep from pointing out, were rather cute

Re: M19

[notthistrain]

As he'd been told they would, the doors did indeed unlock after the evening announcements. Though the way the head doctor spoke, talking about sitting back, he couldn't help but be a little worried. What exactly did he have in store

Re: M19

[replicatedorder]

Luke had opened his mouth to reply to Cloud when the sensation came over him, making it so that he had to raise a hand to press it against his head. It'd been a while since he felt that, since he felt that flood of power flow into him so that he'd have the second order hyperresonance. It was a little frustrating to suddenly be feeling it, here, and he wondered, briefly, if it was Lorelei-but that seemed impossible. No, it was impossible.

After all, the voice was distinctly Asch's, which was impossible. Or had Asch somehow survived, too? Had something happened in those final moments to make that possible?

Asch? he returned, the confusion present in his thoughts. He looked up at Cloud and realized he didn't want to hold him back. Whatever this was, whoever it was, he needed Cloud to go help his friend. "It ... might be a good idea for you to go on without me," he forced out, his voice a bit strained. "Someone's contacting me." If it was him, he realized that would be a little hard to believe. "Uh ... I'll be okay," he added,

Re: Outside M20

[damned_monsters]

It was a quiet sound at first, easily lost in the shuffle of patients leaving their rooms for the night. But for one who would be alert and listening for such a thing, the soft sound of weeping would be clearly audible.

The sound was forlorn and despairing, that of a child utterly lost and now utterly bereft of all hope. It grew no louder, but once one began to pay heed the sound seemed to become more compelling, demanding the attention of the listener.

[tiassa]

Re: Outside M20

[notthistrain]

[from here]

It was surprising to see someone already waiting for him once he left the room. He'd expected to at least have to knock. Cloud blinked in surprise before smiling in greeting. "Hey, so it looks like we're neighbors. Kenshin, right?" It took all of two or three steps to get close enough to hold out a hand. "I'm Yuffie's friend, Cloud Strife."

He missed the sound at first, too busy with his introduction and the somewhat humorous situation, but he paused with his hand still extended. Were there children here as well? The blond turned his head, trying to catch a glimpse of where it might be coming from. There were two others down the hall, but it didn't sound like it originated from there.

"Did you hear that?"