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Night 48: F21-F30 Hallway

Mar 22, 2010 22:32

When the intercom finished another deliberately vague note, Lana was already standing at her door, flashlight in hand and scalpel securely in her coat pocket. She'd neglected to find out exactly how the doors worked at night, but the general idea was clear. Some time soon, they would open, and she had to be ready the moment they did ( Read more... )

ema skye, battler, lana skye, nunnally, alkaid, agatha

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scientist_skye March 24 2010, 03:06:37 UTC

Agatha had already left the room; the two girls had agreed to split up for the night, which essentially amounted to Agatha going off to find tools while Ema stayed put. Still, curiosity got the better of her after awhile, and Ema peeked out into the hallway to see what was going on. She wouldn't wander too far, since Agatha and Lana both made it clear that she shouldn't, but she could at least investigate a little... right?

However, Lana was standing outside her doorway. That was both unexpected and threw a wrench into the whole plan. "Oh, hi Lana."

fourstonewalls March 24 2010, 03:31:01 UTC

Ema's roommate had ducked past Lana, but it was several more minutes -- a surprisingly long time, given Ema's curiosity -- before Ema's head poked through the doorway. Perhaps she had listened, if not to Lana, then to someone else's warnings.

Or...how badly had she been hurt, last night? Not physically, but mentally? A draft of cold air seemed to slither into her lungs, coiling in her chest. She had to swallow before she could speak. Ema had been dawdling, again. That was all. And now that she'd finished, Lana could send them both on their separate ways. Ema, to bed, and Lana to resume her investigation, such as it was.

"I believe we discussed this already. Do I need to repeat myself?" Lana looked at Ema, then past the door and back into the room, in a gesture the near-darkness couldn't obscure.

scientist_skye March 24 2010, 05:24:55 UTC

Ema followed her sister's gaze into her own room. The implication of the gesture was crystal-clear: go to bed before something happens to you. After the previous night, going to bed and staying there was a tempting idea. However, there were things she wanted to know, and she wouldn't get a chance to go looking for answers with the nurses breathing down her neck during the day. For starters, where did Mr. Edgeworth go? What did the doctor mean, "CM-US trials and Special Counseling"? What about this Jill person--was she the radio person from last night? These questions needed answers, and the only way Ema knew how to get answers was to investigate. Scientifically, of course ( ... )

fourstonewalls March 25 2010, 03:10:23 UTC

"Far enough," Lana snapped, but it was pro forma. Not really worth the try, and she broke eye contact, averting her eyes from any answering eyerolls, incipient temper tantrums, or hurt looks. Though there hadn't been quite the usual force behind Ema's whine in the first place.

Ah. It hadn't been a lack of curiosity that had slowed Ema down. It had been fear. Because asking her to wait in the dark for you worked so well last time, Lana.

Ema's argument had been a series of wild stabs in the dark alright, we're stopping this metaphor right here, but Ema had hit a nerve with the very first one. It was one thing if Ema stormed back into the room and stayed put; it was altogether another to abandon her.

Standing in the hallway and comparing notes had never looked so attractive.

"Did someone mention our things being on the premises?" That hadn't come up in any of Lana's conversations. Perhaps because picking up an out-of-state prosecutor's badge and a second flashlight weren't at the top of her to-do list. She wasn't ( ... )

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Inside F26 goldenroulette March 30 2010, 00:24:27 UTC

[ooc: after Lana's gone.]

Something is wrong with our game.

The words had echoed in Beatrice's head since that afternoon. She had all but fallen asleep immediately that night, her thoughts too focused on what might be happening back on the gameboard to do anything but. By the time she awakened, her roommate was long since gone, and night had fallen.

She sat up slowly, trying to gather her thoughts. The culprits were obvious, at least to her own mind. Who else could tamper with it? Certainly not another outsider. It had to be those two.

...but...that other message, the one requesting her time. Who was the person behind it? She couldn't say, and that bothered her more than she would let on.

At this point, all she could do was wait.

dreadofthegrave April 1 2010, 05:03:52 UTC

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There it was, the room he'd been looking for. It was true that Beatrice was expecting him, it felt a little weird to just enter a woman's room without permission, so he found himself lightly knocking on the door before opening it. Just because they were opponents didn't mean that he didn't know the appropriate time to be a gentleman.

"Beato...?" He opened the door slowly, poking his head in a little before entering.

goldenroulette April 1 2010, 05:18:00 UTC

She didn't turn just yet, instead nodding with her back turned. "Battler? Come in, come in." Once he'd done that, she turned, nodding once and then taking a seat on the bed. The witch gestured to the nearby chair, and was about to say something, when the intercom crackled to life.

Beatrice cocked her head to the side, listening, and then laughed at the end, her usual loud cackle. "Interesting...so the lady on the radio and the man on the intercom are linked. Opposing sides, or a strategy to make us think they're on opposing sides?"

She paused for a moment. "I think that's a secondary question, regardless...you wanted to talk with me about the board?"

dreadofthegrave April 6 2010, 06:09:50 UTC

Battler pulled out a chair from one of the desks, placing it in front of the bed opposite Beatrice and lowering himself into it unceremoniously. He crossed his legs, putting both hands behind his head, leaning back slightly as he listened to the intercom ( ... )

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witchdetective March 31 2010, 05:14:15 UTC

The night's announcement piqued Erika's interest, as she hastily scribbled the words down. These nightly announcements on the intercom (and the radio, as she realized that she had foolishly overlooked the radio; how could she have made such a mistake?!) surely had clues to solving this strange game, so Erika wasn't going to leave such matters up to chance. Once she managed to scribble down a transcript, she packed up her notebook, pens, and radio in a pillowcase and made her way outside without a word to her roommate. For a moment, Erika paused and wondered if she should seal the door once more; however, the seal disappeared last night, before she could recover it. More active methods to monitor the rooms had to be taken.

So Erika camped outside of her room, sitting right in front of the door and laying out her notebook. The beginnings of a timeline were scratched onto the pages, Erika's newest project. She had been placed in this story in media res once again, but without the knowledge that she needed. It was no trouble; all she had ( ... )

witchdetective March 31 2010, 05:19:43 UTC

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f25. constellates April 1 2010, 19:32:39 UTC

Alkaid packed her things - the star charts she'd made outside (which were safe in her neat little notebook) her pillowcase, a cracked bat, a few pens and, of course, her general can-do attitude. She was ready to kick tonight's ass, however she could ( ... )