Night 46: M81-90 Hallway

[vsyourface]

"Hzhwzut?!" Scott jerked awake, unconsciously kicking the blanket off his bed as the intercom crackled out and the door clicked open. He lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling with groggy, half-open eyes

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in M82

[donetakinorders]

Damn, when his roommate slept, the guy didn't fool around. He'd been passed out when Raph had arrived for dinner and been that way ever since, regardless of any attempts to wake him including Raphael getting bored and yelling in his ear to see if that worked. But that got nothing. Not even a roll-over-and-cover-head-with-pillow reaction. Either the guy was dead - unlikely 'cause he was breathing and all - or he was almost as good as blocking things out as Leonardo was when meditating.

Raph was tempted to stick around and try getting the guy up or at least seeing if there was anything wrong, but then he remembered his meeting. And the stupid mission they had (seriously, a library? Who did he look like; Donny?). Pinky'd never let him live it down if she beat him to the meeting point, so he'd better get his shell moving if he wanted to get there before her.

Sparing his roommate one final glance, he slipped out the door.

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M88

[heraldric]

Nightshift was upon them again, and with it came more alchemy work. It was tiring, but in the long run he'd be supplying fighters with weapons. Hopefully, this would put them closer to taking out Landel. One little step at a time.

He pulled out his pillowcase of metal. His supplies were steadily dwindling, so the next few people were going to have to start bringing metal of their own or else he'd run out. Having to turn someone away because he had nothing to craft their weapon from could get ugly, though he supposed he could always send them out to get some right then and there.

Once he was set up, he laid back down on his bed, relaxing and staring up at the ceiling. Every so often, his ears would twitch against the pillow.

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[lostonlifesroad]

Kakashi came up to the door of M88, letting out a small sigh once he'd arrived. Now, so long as night didn't come to a sudden end, he'd at least get the first task done. Knocking firmly on the door, the man called out a greeting to whoever was inside. About all he could guess was that the person was male, but nothing more, as he'd failed to give a description.

"Hello? It's Hatake Kakashi, and I think you're expecting me."

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[heraldric]

"Coming." The voice sounded a little familiar, but he'd run into so many people during his time in the Institute that it could be anyone he'd just happened to pass more than once. Leon sat up, scooting himself slowly to the edge of his bed before hopping to the floor and padding over to the door on bare feet. He could have just told them to come in, but he found it more polite to meet someone face to face first.

He was greeted with a familiar face, or hair - since he couldn't actually see most of the man's face, when the door was opened. Blinking, it took him a moment or two to place where he'd seen him. It was the man with the book from the other day. Strange how coincidences like that happened. "Come on in. I'm Leon. Did you get a chance to gather materials?"

The young mage backed away to allow the man room to enter.

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[lostonlifesroad]

Well that was a surprise. Kakashi wasn't one to jump to conclusions, but he really hadn't been expecting the all-too-eager boy from the other day to be the one answering the door, and with a strange set of ears at that. Not that he hadn't seen his share of talented kids or abnormal features. The greeting certainly left no room for doubt. Kakashi would just have to make sure not to let Leon know that he was carrying another erotic novel in his side pouch

[promisedawhale]

Brook just could not get over wonderful his day had been! First Zoro had come back the day before, even if he’d been acting strange the night before, and now Usopp was there once more! And there was the prospect of another meety as well! That would boost everyone’s spirits, surely!

Just the hope for one had Brook in an excellent mood once night finally fell. He even overlooked writing in his journal for it. Being in such a mood meant that he just had to get something done tonight. What, he wasn't sure, but he certainly had high hopes that something good would come of his being out this night. He headed off quickly, humming a happy tune as he entered the hallway.

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[chocomancer]

The Head Doctor never seemed to be in as much control as everyone said, and tonight just helped to reinforce that. All very mysterious, this business with whoever had allegedly come back from the dead... hopefully it would distract this crowd enough to let Wonka get his supplies together without bumping into trouble.

His supplies were already lined up - sack, component sweets, flashlight, notebook, and all - and he made no delay in beginning the night's trek once the doors unlocked. That is, no delay except a few minutes of fumbling about in the dark when he realized his flashlight was already sputtering out. On the bright side, though, better in the room than in some bizarre corner of the second floor.

Finally satisfied that the flashlight was good and strong again, Wonka leapt out the door, pillowcase of supplies in tow.

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M81

[colonel_badass]

Jade had waited some time for Dist's inevitable arrival - far longer than it usually took the God-General to show himself, in fact - and he was feeling somewhat disconcerted by the man's failure to appear. On one level, logic said that he and Dist had never actually agreed to meet up tonight, and that they rarely accomplished much when they did pair up in any case...but on the other hand, he and Dist never agreed to meet up; Dist simply came, unbidden, whenever opportunity allowed. For him not to come suggested that something was stopping him...and Jade didn't know his room number.

Could he have gone missing, or been taken for special counseling? Both possibilities were mentioned in the notes Edgeworth had given him. Special counseling didn't worry him much - Dist was too inept to do any real damage except to the unprepared, and he'd probably seek Jade out even when brainwashed and Jade was more than prepared to deal with him - but he didn't like the idea that the staff might have whisked him off somewhere, never to be seen again.

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M87

[shamusdoggydog]

Sam stood and surveyed his half of the room. "Now, if I were a flashlight, where would I be?" He kicked off his slippers and checked under the bed and in the wardrobe, but there was still nothing there. Nothing useful, anyway