Night 47: M41-M50 Hallway

[hes_deadjim]

McCoy listened to that crackling intercom with some concern. A "Mr. Radio?", "P.A.I.L.?" Coupled along with the smugness and that cackling, he had to say it sounded like this head Doctor had gone off the deep end himself long ago. Somehow it made sense. Only a mad man could conjure up all this

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[scalyfishman]

The sound of the intercom jerked Depth Charge out of conversation and into top gear straight away, with only a muttered, ‘sorry, gotta run’ before he was up and digging out his supplies: crowbar, scalpels, flashlight. Check, check, check. He’d need them, after all. Tonight he got to test his mettle- even if he’d rather have tested his metal than the flimsy thing humans called a body- and make what he hoped would be a solid attempt at escape. Or retribution. He didn’t particularly care either way.

Anyway, it was an opportunity that was too good to miss, and he couldn’t be late. Hime had sounded pretty definite about not waiting for stragglers, and he wasn’t about to hold anyone up. That woman. He still wasn’t entirely sure if he trusted her- Pit, he wasn’t sure if she was worth trusting- but up against his better judgment was a much, much greater force. His will to do.

Depth Charge was gone without so much as a second thought on the matter.

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M42

[scarefaux]

Wishing his roommate well, the Scarecrow decided he'd have some of that dinner after all, and made for the desk. The usual sounds of the evening- people moving up and down the hallways, flashlights clicking on to fight away the darkness- were muffled behind the closed door. They trailed away as the patients moved on, leaving the strawman alone.

After a few awkward bites (this meal wasn't easy to cut into neat pieces), he found himself not terrifically hungry- maybe it was the oddly stifling silence, or maybe the multitude of worrying thoughts that had plagued him throughout the day. A part of him knew Depth Charge and his own first instincts were right- he really ought not wander around with his brain in this condition, sort of half-working and complaining an awful lot. It kept him from putting a lot of thought into his actions- nothing good could surely come from being rash in this place. The last thing he needed was the Mangled Witch or any other something to strike at him from the dark. He didn't need his brain and his body

[herr_inspektor]

Well, well, well. The message L had left had certainly been more subtle than the rest of those on the board- like comparing an international spy with a clumsy, two-bit private eye: West Wing, North hall one-A. Even if he needn’t have bothered, Lunge could at least appreciate the spectacle

[screwthegods]

As always, the nighttime announcement served as a call to action, particularly on this evening. Homura's eagerness to travel below would have been motivation enough, but what Hanatarou confirmed for him on the bulletin had made the demi-god's heart race. If that substance truly was the same as what Homura had injected into himself, then his group had stumbled upon an answer many had been seeking. That made the secrecy of their access to the upstairs room all the more important to keep, and that alone served as a benefit to Adelheid's disappearance. He'd had the only key not held by one of the History Club to that room, leaving Homura with no control over who found it

[screwthegods]

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[justawaketylor]

That had been a serious change in tone.

He'd been warned about this, not to mention the barely-disguised posts on the bulletin board, but that didn't really prepare him for the falling of night. Voices going creepy, and kind of manic. Even the doors had an ominous clicking noise in the dark.

If this place really wasn't filled with awful things, it at least had to be haunted, Tylor thought. It was really suited to being haunted. For the first time since he'd arrived in the morning, he missed his crew in a less general and more immediate sense. But even if there was no one he could hide behind, at least there was a bed he could plausibly hide in.

Tylor had been investigating that option when he found the flashlight, turning it on and off a few times just to be sure. Whoever was doing all of this, he wanted people to go out. Which might have been a great reason to stay in, except that also might just encourage Dr. Evilguy to find a way to force people out. There had to be a reason everyone seemed to be so fixated on going out

[tyki_pon]

Why the hell they had decided to move his ass to another room, Tyki had no idea. But whatever the reason, at least his smokes and knifes were pretty much in the same place where he had left them...technically. That certainly made him raise an eyebrow; shouldn't some nurses find it weird that one of their patients had stuff like that lying around? Well, he wasn't going to complain. At least it saved him the trouble of finding his things all over again.

Or mostly, at least, because the numbers of cigarettes he still had were declining rapidly and he began to realize he really needed to look for another package soon. If only Cheating Boy hadn't disappeared...

Ah well, no sense in worrying about that now. Night had arrived now, hadn't it? He had been lazying around the past 24 hours (which was much, even for him), so he guessed he should be off to find some entertainment. And smokes. Maybe both.

[tyki_pon]

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