Night 46: M41-50 Hallway

[loyal_soldier]

[from here]

622 headed down to the last door in the cell block corridor, keeping alert for anything that might already have set itself up in the hall. There usually weren't any ambushes this early in the night, but better safe than dead.

He knocked on the door to M41, waiting slightly back from the door for the Commander to open it.

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[cmdr_exposition]

He didn't have to wait long; Hayes had made sure he was ready to go even before the announcement, and since then had simply waited and wondered what the voice's apparent distress might mean for them. When he heard the knock, he was off to the door like a shot.

"Ah, TK," he said, smiling as he moved past the sergeant into the hallway. "It'll be good to finally get on this."

[numberii]

((From here.))

And there they were! Xigbar found himself grinning as he moved down the hall, glad to see that he was the last of the three. It meant that they could get moving relatively quickly, all things considered. More to the point, it also meant that there was the distinct possibility that he'd get two guys impressed with what he brought to the party, and that was always better than one.

"There you are! Glad to see you're in one piece, Tee-Kay." As the Nobody advanced, he lowered the assault rifle, gesturing broadly with his flashlight towards the two men. "We good to go?"

[loyal_soldier]

"There, ah, will probably be someone--" There he was. Good. 622 pointed his glowrod towards Xigbar's voice, and tried not to stare like a slack-jawed idiot. When Xigbar had said 'gun', he hadn't expected it to be a proper gun.

The fact that he was shirtless and carrying a load of other weapons made it just that much harder for TK to keep from making himself look stupid.

[cmdr_exposition]

It was no less startling for Hayes, and while he didn't exactly gape he did have to take a second look to make sure he wasn't imagining things. If not for the familiar greeting and TK's apparent lack of alarm, he'd have worried that they were being attacked already.

"How in the world," he asked incredulously, "did you get that?" The Cruisers had been one thing, that was information and easily hidden, but where even clothing was replaced on entry-- even some bodies were replaced on entry-- this seemed a bit much.

M41

[hes_deadjim]

McCoy had gotten most of his personal logs finished when Mr. Hayes left.

He couldn't say much about the end result. He wasn't a writer by nature but even he could tell that they were getting more disjointed as they went on. The newer entries got noticeable shorter. Clipped in parts. Not exactly the best he'd ever written, and it wasn't going to be a candidate for exemplary record keeping, but he didn't have time to rewrite it. He was finding it hard to concentrate and it showed. It could be a number of things. Maybe it was because his mind drifted constantly back to the issue of medical supplies, Jim's appointment, Yeoman Clark's surgery that he'd left unfinished, his Enterprise and his captain. As far as he knew, he was alone out here. Even now he couldn't stop wondering where they were, even as he hastily finished the last line of the most recent log. What was going on back there? And how the devil was he supposed to get back? Somehow he got the feeling that asking nicely just wasn't going to do much good

Re: M41

[doneinthree]

[From here]

One of the men conversing in the hallway turned out to be Hayes from last night. Kirk considered throwing a greeting his way before the sight of the firearm exchanging hands drew him up short. By now, one would think that nothing would surprise him about their nonsensical prison. His mother had kept an antique shotgun back home, but he hadn't seen anything like that since the heaters in "A Piece Of The Action."

Kirk winced. Where the hell had that thought...? Actually, he decided he didn't care. There were more important things he had to worry about right now, like surviving his doctor's ungentle care, and when he got that done, the rest of the night.

Sparing only an awkward nod for three well-armed men as he passed, Kirk soon found himself standing outside M41. Finally. He rapped on the door with two knuckles, and called out: "Bones."

Re: M41

[hes_deadjim]

McCoy rose and opened the door. He couldn't say he wasn't startled by Jim's prompt appearance. He'd never seen his captain ever show up early for an appointment. On schedule yes, but early? Not that it was all just reluctance on Jim's part: things had a way of going straight to hell on this ship and if it wasn't one emergency, it was another.

"Take a seat, Jim," McCoy said. He gestured absently towards his half of the room. "Shirt off."

Even as he said that, he surveyed what he had available laid out on the desk. A notebook. A bunch of ink pens. The heavy flashlight. A ring for keys. A primitive radio. The doctor glowered down at them. He could just imagine Jim's, his captain's, reaction. ("I thought you'd always wanted to get down to basics, Bones. Well, there you have it!"). McCoy rolled his eyes. He picked up the notebook and flipped it open

Re: M41

[doneinthree]

Kirk sighed in the sort of theatrical manner that suggested he wasn't as put out as he wanted you to believe. Sometimes it won him sympathy points anyway. Well, never from Bones, but still. "You know, I usually require more sweet-talking than that," he teased, but nonetheless bumped his hip against the door to close it, hands going for the hem of his shirt

Outside M45

[kagurazuki]

[[from here]]

A few more people started to stir by the time she reached the room Toshiro had mentioned to her. She hoped it was the right one. She knocked a couple of times on the door, watching the halls nervously as she waited for someone to answer.

Re: Outside M45

[kagurazuki]

When no one replied, Kagura pushed the door open, only to find it empty. Strange. She left the pillowcase near the door though and closed it behind her. Toshiro probably had things to do, but hopefully he'd be able to get the supplies.

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Re: Outside M45

[itstaichoutoyou]

[from here]

As the night went on, more and more people were filling the halls. Hitsugaya kept himself wary of the strangers as he approached M45. When he got there, he noticed the bag and opened it up to find the medical supplies Kagura had promised. He'd have to thank her in the morning.

Moving onto his next objective, Hitsugaya took out a folded copy of his map and left it on the desk. Before he left, he wrote "for Setsuna" on the back of the folded copy.

Re: Outside M45

[itstaichoutoyou]

As Hitsugaya placed Kagura's medical supplies into his bag, he noticed something out of the ordinary

[bitpartgod]

Kibitoshin was feeling exceptionally well-prepared tonight. He had his maps in his pocket and his flashlight ready to go, with the batteries checked and everything. He'd even started his usually pep talk routine early: the don't be a coward!s followed by the you're a god, for goodness' sake!s and the okay, just look around for five minutess, anything to get him out the door. Yep. It was fair to say that, like it or not, he was ready to run tonight.

Trouble was, he didn't really have anywhere to run toSechs had offered him a place, but he hadn't wanted to hold him back, and he'd offered to heal a few people up, but he needed to get ready for that, and, well... now he was at a loss. He was all dressed up with nowhere to go, a rebel without a cause. Or something. But he couldn't back out now. If he caved and hid in his room again, what would he be proving? And after sleeping for all of last night... his conscience was just too loud to let him stay. Someone could be hurt out there, and if he were to leave them and find out in the morning

[bitpartgod]

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M47

[byname_bynature]

Artemis looked up as the intercom sounded, taking his usual notes. It wasn't a particularly enlightening message, but the Head Doctor did sound somewhat despairing over something. What, though?

He turned to Haku. "I was going to go assess Schuldig's condition tonight. Something happened as a result of the lightning and his telepathy has been affected somehow. It's only down the hall, if you wanted to rest..."

Perhaps Schuldig would want to express his thanks to Haku for saving his life, though Artemis wasn't going to hold his breath. If Schuldig was upset over his sudden disability, he wouldn't be in the mood to thank anybody for anything.

Re: M47

[faithful_frost]

Haku thought for a moment, then sighed and nodded. "Alright. If it's just down the hall..." He straightened up in bed and swung his legs over, not showing just how sore the muscles felt nor how the new stitches pulled at healing skin. How funny that he'd been so proud of his skin before and now it was scared and marked.

"I think I could do with a walk." He smiled at Artemis and stood, slipping his weapons into the hidden spots of his clothing and braid.

Re: M47

[byname_bynature]

Artemis rushed over to make sure Haku wasn't going to fall over or otherwise overexert himself. He was also worried that Haku hadn't quite understood what he'd meant, but then again 'just down the hall' also meant 'within walking distance for someone who is injured'.

"If you'd rather rest, I'll be right back, I promise," he said, watching helplessly as Haku started arming himself. "I don't want you to hurt yourself even further..."

Besides--he was only going a few rooms down the hall. What could possibly happen?

...alright, so he'd said that before and a lot had happened.

Re: M47

[faithful_frost]

Haku didn't care if it was on the other side of the institude. Artemis should know by now that Haku wasn't going to let him go wandering off on his own. Ever. Even if Haku were bleeding to death right now, he'd still go as far as possible to keep the other boy safe.

So, rather than re-state that he was going, he simpled smoothed a hand down his top and leveled a 'look' at Artemis.