Night 46: M21-30 Hallway

[sdatislife]

Shinji hesitated at the threshold and after a moment of horrific indecision and fear he forced himself to take the step out of his room and into dim and darkened hallway. It was all strange again. The people, the appearance of this hallway - so much for hoping that last night might have been a fluke. With a start, he realized he still didn't know

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[quarter_english]

As the static on the intercom faded, L paused, frowning.

Landel was surprised about something, and it sounded like it had to do with Doyle's purported appearance a few nights earlier. L's hunch went in that direction, but without evidence, and without knowing more about Landel himself, he wasn't confident in the permanent exclusion of other options; he didn't feel that his factual basis was strong enough to ensure an accurate interpretation.

What is it that he can't accept... and why is he so angry? His plans, his expectations... a loss of control... what is it? Something to think about, but he had an appointment to keep

M26

[sword_of_shinra]

Sephiroth wasn't sure quite what to make of his roommate yet; there was something about the smaller man that reminded him a bit of himself at Shinra's social functions - he seemed to be watching and gauging the words and actions closely, striking a wary balance between observing the things others gave away while being careful to give nothing away himself. Guarded, to say the least. What the man had to guard against, Sephiroth as of yet had no idea...though it likely had nothing to do with him

M27

[dual_worlds]

The head doctor's message of the evening was strange, and was certainly worth more investigation. At the moment, however, Spock had other issues to attend to, namely following the orders he'd received for tonight

M27

[7_to_midnight]

For once, Sylar was in a hurry to leave his room, but then again, for once, he had a clear destination in mind. Although Grell's riddle responses had been annoying, Sylar was pretty sure he'd made sense of them: the meeting was supposed to take place in the Sun Room. Why Grell would want to shake hands in such a large area with a reputation for housing baddies Sylar didn't know, but that was just one item on his laundry list of reservations against teaming up with this guy, and he wasn't about to give away where his own room was.

Then again, neither was Grell. The guy was clever - you'd have to be clever to fool Sylar at his own game - and although he'd initiated this whole team idea, he obviously wasn't much for the whole idea of "team playing" himself. For all Sylar knew, Grell was ready to ambush Sylar the second he stepped into the room, and, with his sore-ass, beat-up arm and lack of true power, Sylar wasn't sure how well he could put up a fight

[7_to_midnight]

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[opposingheaven]

[From here]

There was no sign of either of his companions when Kenren arrived in the next hallway over and that brought a slight frown to his face. He hadn't thought that he'd dawdled for quite so long, but perhaps it had been longer than he'd expected. Or perhaps Homura and Okita were off conspiring somewhere, or doing other things. The thought made the frown melt off his face, replaced with a grin. The two of them kind of suited each other in a way. As long as they didn't turn their combined evil against him, he didn't really care.

He moved to lean back against the wall next to Adel's room, waiting for the two of them to arrive. Or not arrive as the case might be if there was philandering going on.

[notachick]

[from here]

Okita had always thought it fortunate that every hall here was like the others. The layout was surprisingly simple compared to navigating the winding streets of Kyoto, which made it easy to know exactly where he needed to go at any given time. The number of outs were significantly reduced should a person need a back door to escape, but he supposed people here tended to fight more than flee.

As he approached Adel's room, Okita let his guard relax and began snacking on the chocolate cake Ayumu had brought for him. The desserts here always appealed to him more than the dinners, so having two of them in one night was a real treat. Especially something made of chocolate, which was reserved specifically for the aristocracy even in Okita's time. With the pillowcase of weapons slung over his back, Okita drew closer to the room and to the lone person waiting outside of it. Not the right height or stance for Homura, so...

"Good evening, Kenren-san. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

[opposingheaven]

He narrowed his eyes when he saw someone approaching him, but it mellowed into an easy smile when he recognised Okita's slim form, raising a hand in greeting. "Hey Okita. And no, I only got here a couple of minutes ago myself. Good to see you." And hopefully they'd be getting something done tonight, hanging around doing nothing didn't sit well with him and last night had left him restless for an outing.

His smile widened when he saw the remains of the chocolate cake on Okita's fingers. "Having fun with that?" he asked with a soft laugh. At least someone was enjoying something good.

[notachick]

"Good to see you, too," Okita replied cheerfully, setting the pillowcase down by his feet as he bowed to the God-General. The metal weapons inside clinked against each other and the floor, but it didn't make enough noise for Okita to worry about. Monsters and the like rarely attacked near the rooms, especially this close to one. It was one of the strange things about the Institute, how a monster could attack further down the hall, but very seldom came up this close to where humans slept. Perhaps there was no sport in hunting people so close to their abodes. "I'm glad I didn't keep you waiting long. I had to meet with someone before I headed up this way."

Someone who was likely off and running already. Okita wondered just where Ayumu would go tonight, and what she would find.

Turning his thoughts away from his friend, Okita's smile widened at Kenren's joking comment. "Of course. Chocolate is an amazing thing, isn't it? Did they have it where you are from?"

[toobothersome]

Shikamaru had been asleep for a long time. A damn long time, if his cold dinner was any indication, and he couldn't remember anything about the last few shifts, nor how he'd gotten to his room. This type of deep sleep would have been either pleasant or only mildly unsettling under normal circumstances, but now he had trouble trusting his mind, and it was hard to separate his natural laziness from what could be unnatural unconsciousness