Nightshift 50 - M1-M10 Hallway

[theroadsofar]

Like Dean was supposed to believe the whole beaming down crap was supposed to be all for their benefit. You wanted to help someone, you didn't kidnap them from their homes - or friggen time machines like the Doctor - and then offer them great food and a pat on the head like that made it a-okay.

Whatever it was, this wasn't from the goodness of the

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M7

[mitase]

The intercom announcement had been unusual and puzzling enough to distract Hanatarou in the process of getting ready for the evening, but even though he rummaged quite thoroughly through his desk drawers he found no sign of anything out of the ordinary. Nothing that had a "jewel" on it, that was for certain. Maybe one of the others in his group had it, then? He'd have to ask Senna or Tsukasa the next time he saw them, though he was pretty sure none of them would want to return to the last place they'd been the night before

Re: M7

[mitase]

"Right. Um. Okay." After a brief, uncertain pause Hanatarou gave a small smile and turned to retrieve the pillowcase off his bed as well, folding it neatly without thinking and tucking it into the waistband of his pants. Hopefully what they did find was worth it, though really, any supplies could be potentially useful here. You never knew what someone might want to trade.

At the question he started to nod, then gave a nervous laugh and shook his head. "Er, one thing." He quickly turned and moved to the closet, pulling out his sword from the back corner. It likely wouldn't be all that useful to him even if they did get into a fight, but he didn't feel right going out without it. "Ah, ready," he said, sliding the fake Hisagomaru into place at his waist before heading to the door. It looked like Peter was waiting for him to go first, so he might as well.

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