Night 46: M51-M60 Hallway

[numberii]

Heh, tonight was promising to be kind of interesting. First time in awhile, it seemed like, for which Xigbar was far too happy to give things a shot. That in mind, he stripped off that aggravating gray shirt and started grabbing his weapons, making sure that they were all okay. Three knives lashed to his ankles, three arrows tied around his waist,

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M59

[sixtyeighth]

Right after "lights out," after the nurses locked the doors for the night - or at least for about twenty minutes - Giovanni got up from his bed, stowed away the notebook and hastily changed into his nighttime attire, his suit and tie and sunglasses. After the radio's announcements, which he listened to with mild interest, he slid the knife he had acquired the previous night under his belt. All of the necessary items - suit, glasses, weapon, flashlight - were with him, and right on time, the doors unlocked and the night began.

That night, he wanted to find something. It's funny, isn't it, how his goal had shifted from 'someone' to 'something.' Now that Haine had agreed, however tentatively, to his proposition of a ceasefire, Giovanni could let himself focus on bigger targets - namely, the head of the institute. He wasn't exactly sure that the history club would bring him the answers he needed, but networking and finding allies was an important step - and besides, he needed weapons other than this knife.

[skipping a few hallways to

M60

[host_club_honey]

Honey was careful to savor the piece of cake at the end of his meal. Cake was so hard to come by lately that just gulping it down wasn't quite as satisfying. But he was long finished by the time night rolled around. He picked up his new toys that Leon had made for him, leaving half of the kunai in his drawer. The bunny handle had turned out really cute too thanks to Takashi's drawing skills. It was sure to come in handy if anything came their way too. He tucked them away and grabbed his broomstick after securing Usa-chan and his flashlight and he was ready to go. He left the door open a crack, waiting for Takashi to show up.

Re: M60

[mukuchi]

[from here]

And as usual, Mori rounded the corner of the hall and made the short trip to pick up his cousin. His mind was still heavy with the worries he had from earlier, but he tried to push them away as he approached Mitsukuni's door. They were close enough that Mitsukuni could be affected by Mori's moods and the last thing Mori wanted to do was upset him right now.

Moving up to the door, he knocked lightly on it and then pushed it open. Mitsukuni was waiting for him as he expected and the taller boy smiled. First order of business was the cake in his hands and Mori moved forward, holding the plate out to his cousin.

[host_club_honey]

Honey stepped out into the hall to greet his cousin, smiling brightly when he saw the extra piece of cake. He tried clumsily to take it, though his hands were full of other things, so it took a bit of jostling to free a hand enough to grab it. Chocolate cake was definitely among his favorites, ranking almost as high as strawberry cake

[mukuchi]

Mitsukuni came out to greet him and Mori took a step back to better allow him space. He seemed to be carrying a lot of things and as his cousin shifted things around to get to his dessert, Mori held his hands out in case he wanted to deposit anything there.

As his cousin ate, Mori pondered what he said, giving him a thumbs up to indicate that he was back to his usual healthy self. The Cake Club again was missing members, the spices were no longer an issue, and helping people was a possibility. But helping people might mean going toward Tamaki and then Mitsukuni would realize that their friend was gone. There had to be something else they could do, somewhere else to go that wouldn't reveal Tamaki's disappearance.

They still needed to repay Leon for his services, right? The catboy alchemist with ears that were actually real had given them his own metal to make the shuriken, and Mori felt a debt of gratitude to him. Maybe if they made something for him to eat to help him regain his strength after his sessions and brought him

M54

[otnemememento]

As the intercom clicked off, Leonard looked at the journal on his desk and the photograph in his hand. Joshua. His next direction came from the scrap of paper under his thumb. MEET JOSHUA IN M94 TONIGHT WHEN THE DOORS OPEN. Hm. He rose from the desk, shoving the loose papers into the journal before tucking it in his pocket.

The doors clicked open, signaling Leonard to leave. He opened the door, taking a surveying look into the hallway- Guess the lights went out. He backed into the room, thinking he'd wait until the power returned. He caught sight of the bed, where a grilling tool and a flashlight sat, waiting for him. Nice to be prepared.

Armed with light and a weapon, he departed.

[otnemememento]

[To here.]

M54 (later)

[ham_fisted]

...

He couldn't believe it.

Of all the ways that meeting could have ended... He didn't think he'd be dragged back to the infirmary. He remembered a cup of water tipping over. His frown deepened. It didn't matter that it'd been an accident. He knew he was gonna get it. But maybe he already did, he thought in bemusement, running a hand through his hair and finding a lump. Two lumps, in fact.

He fumbled under the pillow for his flashlight and got out of bed. Noting that he was alone, he sighed and skulked over to his desk to sit again.

Of course, he couldn't remember why they took him away. He scowled silently at the plate of cold food in front of him, pushing it around with his fork. Back in LA, he would've given anything for a meal like this. He took a bite and chewed slowly. Hey, not bad. However, he

Re: M54 (later)

[ham_fisted]

[to here]

[zack_fair]

What felt like long after Zack had finished his journal entry, the intercom finally came on. The man speaking on it was still keeping up his cheery attitude (and his comments about the food just made Zack more suspicious of the cold dinner that was sitting on his desk), but once he stopped talking, that was when the lights went off

M59, later on

[high_prosecutor]

...sleeping through the afternoon again? That wasn't like him, not at all. Miles stirred before he got up and dressed, cursing himself for having missed a meeting he'd set up. That definitely wasn't right, and he was wondering if he actually was getting sick. That would be his accursed luck, wouldn't it?

He waited a few minutes before leaving, though, going over his notes and the like. There wasn't a whole lot to go over, but better to be safe than sorry.

[ham_fisted]

[from here]

"Mr. Edgeworth!"

Detective Gumshoe slammed the door open and charged in without knocking. Getting there quick had paid off, but finding the prosecutor inside wasn't exactly a load off his mind. "Sir! A-are you alright!? I heard you got attacked!" He stopped right in front of him, pointing the flashlight at him as an afterthought, but not before silently taking a deep breath. He was about to see Mr. Edgeworth at his worst. He had to be strong...

... Huh!?

He looked fine! What's going on here? "... Is that true?" he asked, almost sounding suspicious as he gave him another cursory glance; the detective was so used to seeing the younger man's clothes that he didn't give them a second thought. Ms. von Karma wouldn't lie about stuff like that. Maybe it hadn't been an 'attack', per se.

...

Gumshoe slouched a little. Why was he always the odd man out?

[high_prosecutor]

"Detective." Edgeworth stood at his full height, nodding once in recognition. "Yes. Prosecutor von Karma - the elder - attacked me several nights ago, intending to kill me. He likely would have succeeded had Wright not come across me in time." He frowned, recalling the incident in full detail. That had truly been a frightening night, but he would put on his best brave face for now

[ham_fisted]

"Whaaaat!?" Gumshoe clenched his fists at his sides. It hit him hard. Not only was he absent at the time of the attack, he had been aware of Mr. von Karma's intent! It was his duty as a police officer to stop him from acting on it. He had let Mr. Edgeworth down. Now the prosecutor had to live with the fear that someday, his attacker would strike again... But he wouldn't let that happen!

"No!" Gumshoe barked, looking pained. "How could this...!" Mr. Edgeworth seemed perfectly composed, but he knew the man still felt the pain. He must have been a mess after it happened.

"They, uh, split us up before she could," he replied quickly, looking to the side. The detective was starting to think about the implication of Ms. von Karma as the head prosecutor in this case, but then he received even more bad news. "'Sleep studies'...?" he said with a deep frown, kind of afraid to ask. Mr. Edgeworth's explanation was making him nervous. 'Got him'? 'I didn't get there in time'? 'Left at the scene'? No, he couldn't mean...