Night 47: M61-M70 Hallway

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HK grabbed his weapons and left as soon as the door unlocked, wrenching it open with an uncommonly forceful motion and storming out. He had to go find Lugnut. This much was clear. He had to make sure the big, third-class intellect didn't get himself shot or starve, because he was the only droid left. Even if it came down to a maker-damned tug-of-

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[mukuchi]

[Timewarping a bit to miss people coming to the room.]

The night started and Mori was out of his room as quickly as he could be. Something about the night always made him a bit sluggish. Maybe it was the smells in the air, the ones that always suddenly hit him like a wave - the smell of rot and decay, the smell of rust and mold. It was unpleasant and it always took him a few minutes to steel himself and pick out other smells from it all. He knew why the Club had given him the title of "Wild Type," and while he didn't always agree with it, he did on this point.

Opening the door, Mori tapped the closet rod on his shoulder and started for Mitsukuni's room. He was likely a few minutes late, but since he was on guard duty anyway, he supposed that wouldn't be too bad.

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M63

[notachick]

Once Guy left for the night, Okita dressed as he always did. With the room quiet and the air growing colder, he could feel the tightness in his chest return, forcing him to move a bit slower than normal, just to ensure that he didn't start coughing. Tonight would be a difficult one, if it was starting this early. He'd been doing fairly well during the day and was learning to suppress the urge during meal times when he was surrounded by people, but at night, when the air was chill and he had to run long distances to meet other people, he found it harder and harder to just clear his throat and move on

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[timedork]

After dinner, the Doctor wasted little time in changing back into his own clothes: suit first, then trainers, and finally his coat. He took to pacing his half of the room while he waited for the announcement that would come with the unlocking of the doors, checking all of his pockets as he did so.

When the intercom finally came on, the Doctor looked up at the speaker sharply. A radio broadcast? He glanced at the radio that was sitting on his desk, and after a moment's thought, grabbed it. He'd take it with him, to see if he could pick up anything, or else tamper with the electronics inside to pick up whatever there might be to pick up. He took his journal and a pen, too, putting them into one of his coat pockets-they might not have been able to hold as much as they usually could with the, but they were much better than nothing at all.

Torch in one hand and radio in the other, the Doctor set out of the room. He had to find Donna.

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[deadlyjuliet]

Once back to the room, Grell had all but collapsed into bed. He'd had a good day, certainly, but now he was exhausted and the meal held no real interest for him. Certainly he needed to eat and drink, but he also needed sleep and it seemed that he wasn't getting the rest necessary since arriving here. He slept of course, as they all did, but he never felt rested and every woman needed her beauty sleep to look her best, right? He certainly did. Thus, Grell spent the entire dinner shift and most of the night asleep for once, rejoicing in dreams where the world was a better place; where he was a god again and he wasn't a he.

But dreams could never last for long and eventually he became aware of someone talking - a woman's voice, shrouded in static. He opened his eyes sleepily, hand searching clumsily for his glasses on the dresser. He wanted to shut off that noise, but without his spectacles, he couldn't find the source. And by the time he did find them, the voice had stopped. Putting the glasses on, Grell noted that his