Nightshift 45: Recreational Field

[doneinthree]

[From here]The air outside tasted so good that Bill didn't even bother to worry about how improbably realistic it was that he could be hallucinating fresh air too. He supposed if his genius IQ had to be good for something, it was for conjuring overly complex delusions. How else would he have come up with that whole bit about old future Spock

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[quarter_english]

[From here.]

The cool air hit Daniel as he pushed through the door that led to the field. His Institute-provided coat was warm enough, but he still felt underdressed; he wasn't a man who had ever been very tolerant of physical discomfort. He knew that the longer he was engaged in this wild goose chase, the more he would want a hat, scarf, and gloves, to protect his extremities from the chill. A hood would have been acceptable, but the sweatshirt didn't have one.

It was brighter out here, so he turned off his torch and slipped it into the pocket of his coat. We've made it outside, he thought, with some disappointment. Where are the nurses? They should have seen us; there are enough people wandering the halls to alert them.

-- Maybe there are too many for them to stop easily, but why didn't they even try to make some kind of announcement suggesting that we go back to our rooms? It's peculiar... they seem to be entirely absent. He made up his mind to bring it up with his nurse in the morning

[herr_inspektor]

Personal issues were to be expected from Laurier- he had, after all, been admitted to a mental institute for some reason, even if it was all a gross sham- but Lunge made note of it anyway with a single twitch of his hand. It was a subject that could be chased when they were out of the Institute grounds, working through less difficult obstacles.

Then again, 'difficult' was entirely subjective. The chill of the night caught against Lunge's skin, sharpening his senses and mind to the finest of points. Primed. He became distinctly aware of their surroundings as they passed, from the grass underfoot to the voices of those already in the field. The greatest threat, he decided, comes from the shadows nearer the walls and from the roof building behind us. I will have to be the eyes for the both of us- Laurier's greatest fear (and 'fear' I use loosely) is that a nurse will find him. Mine is rather more... valid.He had already decided how they were to tackle the wall. "The wall isn't a problem," he said as they approached, glancing back to

[gavemyword]

[from here]

He wandered out into open air and had to blink to adjust his eyes to the soft, evening light. It wasn't much better than the darkness inside, but it had a more natural quality that Jean appreciated. Even as a child, he would always stray into the back garden to practice. Kuina would sometimes follow after him and they'd argue over dinner or his schoolwork or something equally useless. She'd always beat him silly when they fought.

Jean caught himself before he thought too deeply about anything else. He went and sat down under a large tree, thinking that if any staff came to look for him they may as well find him peacefully enjoying nature.

He'd somehow managed to miss the people off fighting a freakish man monster and a dog but... that was just his imagination. Just a bunch of people going a little crazy. If they got too violent, he could always just climb the tree and wait it out.

[promisedawhale]

[from here]

The night air felt wonderful against his skin - a far better feeling than against bones! - and Brook paused in his humming and strolling to take in a deep breath. Things just got so stuffy in the building that it never hurt to take a moment to enjoy some simpler things like fresh air.

Unless there were wild beasts going after patients on the field.

Brook's breath caught and he moved, nearly fell back into the wall of the building. "Ah-h..." he stammered a little, and started sliding carefully along the wall, "I'll just... be heading on then," he said, nodding that it was best to not draw attention to himself. He used to have been made of bones after all, so a scary dog would probably love to have a go at him. If he could just make it to the wall...

[gavemyword]

[I'm really, really, really sorry I've been failing you these past few shifts D:]

A tall figure cast a very distinct shadow over the grass Jean was resting on. He looked up in time to see the man's face and he recognized it almost instantly; it was pretty hard to forget a face like that. Jean wracked his brain trying to remember Brook's real name, hesitating to call out whatever name he'd known from his delusions and knowing it was too familiar to lead down the healing path he needed to travel.

But... just because he needed to do it didn't necessarily mean that he wanted to.

"Uh. Brook! Hey!" Jean yelled, waving his arms to draw attention. It might've been difficult to spot him from under the shadows of the tree had Jean not been calling out so loudly.

[promisedawhale]

Sudden noises when not expected were not the best way to get Brook's attention, even if to simply call his name in greeting.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" Brook shrieked, arms flying into the air, and he managed somehow to fall backwards half into the wall and half-away from the source of the sound. His head took a good whack in the process, halting the shriek but not the subsequent flailing he attempted to get away from a potential monster. "D-d-d-d-don't eat me!! I'm just skin and bones!" he stammered, not even capable of making a joke from the fact that he'd, at one time, been just bones. Eventually though, he took enough time through the flailing to realize that hey! He knew the person he'd thought was going to eat him. "Z-zoro-san?"

Oh was that ever a relief!

[dual_worlds]

((From here.))Spock could see his breath in front of him as he stepped out into the cold air. It was uncomfortable, particularly for one possessing a Vulcan's physiology, but at least his uniform had long sleeves. At any rate, he didn't allow such matters to distract him as he quickly scanned the area. There didn't appear to be any "zombies" roaming the field, but that was the only ideal condition he could see. A couple of patients had apparently encountered some of the institute's beasts. While Spock privately acknowledged the conflict, his gaze was drawn toward a man who had just been knocked onto ground by another creature

[sewenteen_sir]

Chekov had a few seconds to figure out what was happening. First, he saw someone running away from--what in Siberia was that?

He'd never seen anything like it. And from the way it moved and what he saw of it, he would have been willing to wager that he'd never see anything like it again. Snake-like body, wings, and what looked to be metal talons shredding something the person had thrown at it. Commander Spock's flashlight revealed it to be Captain Kirk.

Looking immediately for orders, Chekov received them from Commander Spock before he could even ask. While he didn't like the odds Commander Spock may or may not have with the talon-snake-being, he wasn't in a position to argue. Unless the doctor and the unknown prisoner had combat experience, Commander Spock was their best bet.

"Aye, sir!" Chekov replied on the tail of Commander Spock's order. He took a moment to ready himself, and he sped off into the darkness towards the crawling shadow that was (supposedly) Captain Kirk.

[ To here!]

[hes_deadjim]

Admitting to anyone out loud that he did consider the cold-blooded Vulcan a close friend wasn't something he was willing to do any time soon, much less to himself in his own delirium. Call it being obstinate, but there were some things better left unsaid. He was going to stick by it. He was also not going to wonder why his mind was bringing it up.

"More like fellow crew," McCoy settled on the more neutral option. It felt weird talking to figments his brain was conjuring up, as if they were actually right there. It was remarkably real. This whole thing was damned detailed, and he was even thinking up the cold air on his forearms. Remarkable

[cmdr_exposition]

Hayes had seen some very strange-looking aliens before. The unpleasantly lumpy Umgah had taken the prize up till now, but this patchwork thing had just stolen it away. And, somehow, he couldn't picture it sharing a joke and a nothing-personal with its prey.

He wanted to help. He also wanted to protest being ordered around by a stranger without even being addressed save through McCoy, but that could wait until after the current crisis was over. Obviously, the one who seemed to be in charge at least thought he had the situation under control.

Most of all, though, he wanted to be able to stop staring at that sky. If it had been terrifying to see it red and pulsing, it somehow managed to be even more terrifying now when it was just as it should be. If I were going to imagine anything, it would be that--

--no. Stop. That was a completely useless line of conjecture, and if this was happening he really needed not to be useless. He tightened his grip convulsively on his own light, and tried to swallow his frustration.

[mukuchi]

[from here]Mori stepped out into the field and froze - the smell of fear and blood and a scent Mori had never smelled before. Tonight there was no robot car, but there was something else. And that something else was made of flesh and blood, but wasn't from their world, or any world that Mori had ever heard of. Reaching up, he took hold of Mitsukuni's right leg, making sure to secure him to his shoulders and motioned to the fight across the field. They were both relatively unarmed (not that it had stopped Mori before when he ran into the path of the shuriken) and Leon was waiting for them, but it was obvious people were in trouble. They seemed to be handling it fair enough, but

[mukuchi]

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[no_barbarian]

[from here]

Ah. He'd forgotten that this door led outside. He shivered a little in the breeze.

"You know, I think it's brighter out here than it is inside."

So sorry! Never realized you had replied to your post

[runner_up_robot]

Frank followed Todd, heading back and eventually outside. After looking around and only seeing a couple other patients talking, he headed down the wall on the right. It was a bit chilly outside, and he was hoping to get back into the building in another door, and continue exploring where it was a bit warmer.

"I... sorta work. I guess I'm in school mostly." He wasn't sure how Todd would react to the fact that he'd sold drugs, and he'd almost said 'I'm in a gang' but that wasn't even really true anymore.

And, incidentally, his look was a quick one as there was no blue centaur fighting those patients, because that would be stupid and crazy and ridiculous and he refused to look back in that direction while he hobbled quickly to the next door.

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