Night 46: Sun Room

[arc_wrench]

[from here]

And now it was time for the traditional cautious entry into the Sun Room, the old classic of carefully scanning the area for the enemy that will surprise you anyway, and then the venerable tradition of running in an attempt to not become very lumpy wallpaper.

HK had done this so many times by now, it at least felt like it deserved

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[quickdrawbkiddo]

If HK-47 was so enthused with taking point, perhaps the Bride would enthuse him further by taking point, herself, once they got to the weaponry test. Regardless, it was his own fault for revealing to SubZero that he had thermal vision. It was tempting to get Lugnut to be a literal meat shield, but she didn't care to make use of him for anything other than opening doors.

Once inside the room, Beatrix moved silently, her own eyes casting about for enemies. Including up.

[hailmegatron]

Lugnut followed with equal caution, then asked HK-47 in a voice that could almost be called hushed, "Where are we going?"

[arc_wrench]

"Answer: That way." HK pointed towards the doors to the refueling area, still carefully scanning the surroundings. Just like the female, he remembered to look up this time. Too many meatbags in this room seemed to love making physics cry.

[no_ones_son]

The three who had entered the room had good reason to be wary, though it looked like they were expecting Batman himself to come swooping down at them from the ceiling. Jason was just going to have try real hard to make sure he left a good impression on them. Even if he had to play by the same stupid rules he'd gotten free of years ago, he could still have some fun with them.

When the group had reached the middle of the room he decided to make his presence known. Footsteps thudding dully over the rug, Red Hood casually strolled forward. He stayed back in the shadows for now, so that unless these three had nightvision goggles or something he'd be little more than a shape in the darkness.

Apart from the light gleaming off the pistol he cradled carelessly in one hand. That should be pretty damn easy to see.

Tsking in mock disapproval he shook his head at them, voice muffled by the helmet he wore as he said, "And what are you three doing out and about? It's after dark, all good little crazies should be in bed."

[ruthless_hunter]

[from here]

Once inside, Lockdown gripped Prowl and lifted him off his shoulder, setting him on the ground. He then turned the ninja to face the action, "See?"

It wasn't quite what he expected, though. There was some goon in a costume, obviously the SC patient. He had a gun and some impressive acrobatic skills, but nothing else. So far no signs of powers.

Then Lockdown noticed who the opponents were. It was HK, the female assassin, and a very large man Lockdown didn't recognize. Allspark, a simple exploration mission might turn into a rescue attempt if this meatbag prooved to be too much for his roommate.

[stillandstrike]

"I wish I could ask the same for you," he muttered.

Prowl stood and looked round at the fight. It was difficult to honestly judge the good and the bad. One wasn't wearing the grey uniform but seemed harmless beside that. And the nature of HK 'goodness' was still dubious. This was a fight, nothing new to Prowl. And they all looked human. It was different when it was a Decepticon stomping on Humans....

Prowl folded his arms and looked to Lockdown, eyebrow raised.

"Is he responsible for the costume? That monster."

[ruthless_hunter]

Lockdown looked down at Prowl, "Okay, so this isn't that outrageous. Look, Landel reprogrammed that meatbag into guarding this room. That's a patient."

He continued watching the fight, silently rooting for HK's side. With luck, they could avoid having to get involved and make the situation complicated. He also wondered just who that big guy they had with them was. Probably just some thug they got ahold of.

Lockdown also started making plans to visit the rec field. There were sure to be monsters there to convince Prowl.

[stillandstrike]

"I wouldn't know, I pay little mind to fashion trends." He continued to watch and shrugged. "It doesn't look so bad to me. Are the patients supposed to be on a completely united front or is it each man for himself?"

Prowl's eyes moved to Lockdown and ha smirked. "Not going to help your boyfriend?"

[vsyourface]

[From here]

Scott had never been through the Sun Room at night. He had missed the warnings on the bulletin board about it. He hadn't noticed Remy's growing apprehension as they approached it. And he was still feeling complacent after seeing nothing in the halls. What did all this mean?

Scott kept talking. At normal volume. Did not even think to stop and check around for enemies as he started correcting Remy. "No, not 'bomb bob-omb.' Bob-omb. Sex Bob-omb. And we're the bomb. But not a bomb. That would be bad. The bomb. Sex Bob-omb is the bomb. Get it?"

Good job, Scott.

[tiny_chef]

Remy was not exactly sure why Scott had hit his fist, but since the gesture appeared to be friendly rather than threatening, and the hit itself was gentle, more like a tap, his weak, faintly bewildered smile didn't fade.

So a bomb is bad, but the bomb is good? People didn't talk that way in France, as far as Remy could tell. On top of that, he hadn't heard any names like Scott Pilgrim in Paris, so the chances were that this guy was from far away, like Rika.

They had passed through the Sun Room doors, and as Remy looked around, his train of thought ground to a screeching halt, and his smile vanished. He reached out and tugged at Scott's shirt, with wide eyes, then pointed to the guy in the weird clothes who was already in the room.

[no_ones_son]

Jason had been growing steadily more frustrated as the time ticked past. He'd gotten sloppy and had let three armed lunatics get past him. The big one wasn't going to be feeling too happy with a gunshot wound in his shoulder and the gash on his leg but there other two were just fine and there was nothing to stop them breaking out and going on a killing spree. He'd screwed up. Again. The fact that the voice pointing that out sounded exactly like Bruce just made things worse

[vsyourface]

"Huh? What is it?" Scott squinted ahead in the dark, training his flashlight beam ahead. "GAH!" He jumped suddenly when the beam crossed the hooded man in the leather. The guy looked like a superhero (or villain), but not one that he could immediately place. That in and of itself was almost as surprising as the man's sudden appearance.

He raised an eyebrow as the guy made some cocky talk. Had he heard about something like this before? Something about brainwashing? Scott scratched his head as the guy went on about kids or something, trying to remember. What he wouldn't give for an in-game journal right about now. And not the crappy paper one in his drawer, either. Something that lit up in front of his face on command, none of this carrying it under his arm crap.

The light from his flashlight glinted off the metal of the superguy's gun. Oh boy. There was definitely going to be a fight, then, if they wanted to get past. Scott had some weapon-like implements on him, but Remy didn't look like he had anything aside from his now-trembling

[scintillatingly]

[From here.]

The room was quieter than he would have expected, and Sora had to squint his eyes as he directed his flashlight straight ahead. He saw first a group of two that was ahead of them (other people to race against, maybe?), but then realized that one was familiar. He seemed to be running into a lot of people he'd met before tonight! So, what was Scott Pilgrim after, he wondered.

Not that he could dwell on that for too long, since as he looked past them, he realized that there was another patient, on his own and wearing an outfit that wasn't anything like the uniform here. Sora realized that he was also wearing his clothes from home, but the fact that this guy was by himself seemed to suggest that he was the brainwashed patient for tonight.

Besides, it looked like he might be holding a thing or two in his hands...

So, did they stay and fight or try to get by? Though in the end, Sora realized that it depended on who the man decided to go after: them or the pair in front of them.

[sheisthecause]

Meche didn't see anyone at first. Right up ahead of them, Remy from earlier in the day was passing through the room with another young man, but the way the two of them were talking together told her they weren't brainwashed, at least not in the way Special Counseling patients were. There wasn't a fight going on at the moment, either. It was so quiet that she'd almost managed to convince herself that there was no one dangerous in here after all when she finally noticed the man in the strange clothes

[madeinthehrl]

The fact that so many patients here had received their own clothes with no apparent brainwashing involved was more than a little disconcerting. Soma wasn't sure why so many of them persisted in wearing those clothes; it didn't seem as if most of their outfits aided them at night in any way, and it only served to make it more difficult to tell when someone was truly brainwashed.

But it helped that she had come into the Sun Room expecting a fight; that made singling out the potential candidate easier. Soma tightened her grip on the spear, glancing at Sora and Meche. She wasn't sure what abilities Sora had, and Meche was still learning to use a spear.

"A distraction will most likely be necessary, regardless of whom that man attacks," she said quietly. "I'm getting used to the limitations Landel has placed on my reflexes. I can draw his attention away from the rest of you."

[scintillatingly]

Any thought of just trying to get past the Special Counseling patient was thrown out of Sora's mind when Mercedes told him that the pair in front of them might be in trouble. That seemed even more certain when the brainwashed guy walked up to them -- and now Sora could definitely tell that he was holding a gun. It reminded him of his fight with Xigbar a few nights ago. While the Nobody had only had a bow and arrow as a substitute, that had been bad enough. That gun could probably do a lot more damage than that

[itstaichoutoyou]

[from here]

With his flashlight off, Hitsugaya kept his body close to the wall as he crossed the room, carefully weaving his body between the sofas and tables, keeping a steady pace. There was more than enough room for his body to fit between the furniture, but with the tension from the fight, it felt like the space had narrowed, that if he merely brushed up against something he might reveal their position to the enemy.

When he reached the middle of the Sun Room, he raised a closed fist, signaling his teammates to stop. It was too risky to talk when they were so close to the action. As he hid behind a sofa, Hitsugaya peeked out over the armrest to check on the fight. So far they hadn't been noticed by the enemy who was still wrapped up in a fight, but they still had half of the room left to cover. With a motion from his hand, he signaled his team to resume their trek.

[spandexorgtfo]

Unlike Hitsugaya, Kratos had neither the (lack of) height nor the experience for dealing with stealth situations. Thankfully, though, he was in the rear, allowing him to maneuver slowly through the assorted furniture in the room without fear that he was holding someone up.

The brief break that they took in the middle of the room gave Kratos time to momentarily observe the SC patient that they were trying to make their way around. It was a man in some form of armor, holding...what was it he was holding? It was certainly a weapon, but not one that he could immediately identify. Perhaps the fault of the lighting?

Noticing that Hitsugaya was continuing forward, he likewise resumed his tense crawl through the room.

[akarusa]

For her part, Hokuto did a very unhappy double-take; was that a gun? Oh, man, like SC patients weren't bad enough without those. She had some hope that if the guy in question was used to using guns, he didn't have magic to boot... but that wasn't very reassuring.

It was really hard to keep her shovel from bumping into anything, or avoid tripping over it; if she gave away their position now she was going to be beyond ashamed. She had enough natural grace and practiced skill so it wasn't inevitable, but if she didn't stay on guard it could happen far too easily.

[itstaichoutoyou]

After he reached the door, Hitsugaya slowly eased it open. His turquoise eyes darted back and forth between the crack in the door and the fight. So far his team hadn't been noticed, but that could change in a heartbeat, especially if the enemy just looked over his shoulder and saw them. Sweat trickled down the side of his face as he tried to remain quiet. The door's hinges seemed well oiled; they didn't make a sound. As the crack in the door widened, Hitsugaya held his breath, and when the gap in the door was finally large enough for him to fit through, he slipped into the cafeteria.

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