Nightshift 52: M61-M70 Hallway

[thatdamnedninja]

[from here]She remembered the last time she'd been down this way. With Yukari in tow, she'd headed over to Mori's room to exchange a closet rod for her shuriken. Okita'd popped out of his own room-man, she hadn't expected that

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[razing_phoenix]

While Guy had gotten to at least see his roommate during dinner, which was enough of a relief on its own, they hadn't talked much. Okita had seemed engrossed in his workings for the club that he was apparently taking over, at least temporarily, and so Guy had kept to his dinner, enjoying the fish and the rest of it as best he could. He'd made sure to thank his roommate a few times over for getting him a sword, but in the end the time seemed to pass too quickly, and before he knew it Landel was on the intercom again, taunting them as usual

M66

[doneinthree]

Spock's room was on the way to the designated meeting place. In and out. It would take ten minutes, tops, but Kirk was well-acquainted with how "ten minutes tops" suddenly turned into what felt like an hour by the time he got to where he needed to be. And this was even on nights where Landel didn't start off the whole thing with a single ominous comment. Several ominous comments, sure, but the most recent intercom announcement was unusually restrained for their head jailer, and that was the most troubling aspect of all.

Uhura could handle herself. And if Kirk really wanted to look out for her, then he wouldn't waste another second dawdling in his room. He grabbed his radio, clicked his flashlight on, and got moving.

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M63

[notachick]

The dinner had gone by too fast. He'd had so much to work out and so much to do that by the time he'd finished and had enough attention to devote to his roommate, the intercom had gone off and cut their evening short. It was times like these that Okita regretted the most. Guy had seemed particularly quiet and troubled when Okita had returned to the room and he'd meant to ask after him, but now his roommate had gone and there was little chance of talking again until the next night

Re: M63

[thatdamnedninja]

This guy was such a trap.

Almost always smiling and polite, 'til he stabs you in the face. Or, hell. Always smiling and polite even while he stabs you in the face? Yuffie wasn't too sure; it wasn't like she'd gotten a real close look the last time she'd seen him fight, thanks to Sagara.

"Sure," she said, anyway. If Okita wanted to go all Captain Psychopants on her, he could do it any time this nightshift-and Yuffie was plenty confident in her ability to kick his ass right back. But, if they were gonna be working together… Gotta start trust somewhere, right? She could be alert without being paranoid.

She followed him into the small room, noting idly that it was otherwise unoccupied. Whoever it was had moved out fast. "I brought the notes. You can keep all the written ones, if you want, but there's a couple of sketches, too-I'll need those back." A lightning quick gesture of her spare hand produced her research, apparently out of nowhere. She thumbed the pages quickly to count them, before holding them out.

Re: M63

[notachick]

Yuffie followed him in and Okita set his sword on the bed. They had a few moments and he needed to ask Yuffie for a favor - perhaps one she would not go along with. For now, however, it was important to see the fruits of her research, the reason she had come all this way to him in the first place

Re: M63

[thatdamnedninja]

Nice to know that at least somebody didn't disapprove of Yuffie's way of writing reports. She could remember Lelouch's eyebrow quirking disdainfully, and even Reeve had been known to sigh into his coffee. Seriously, why not brighten things up a little? Most of the news was seriously depressing, anyway; treating it with the respect and the attention it deserved shouldn't automatically make a few doodles and a bit of glitter a bad thing

M62

[perfectrecord]

Just wait for what I have in store for you.

As von Karma donned his court finery and started gathering the items he would need for tonight's mission, he mused to himself over what Landel could possibly mean by such a pathetic-sounding threat over the intercom. The Head Lunatic had already put his prisoners through various optical illusions, decayed corpses, torture sessions, malfunctioning public address systems... what would be next, an invasion of "yoofohs" led by an alien creature named "Gourdy?" Hah! If anyone belonged in this hellhole, it was that ill-mannered witness who believed in such nonsense.

But for now, he had more important matters to attend to than distant memories of cases long closed. Having completed his preparations, von Karma clicked on his flashlight -- the spare one resting at the bottom of his pocket just in case he needed it, as he did last night -- and headed out into the hallway.

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From M68

[timedork]

The Doctor almost didn't want to leave Buzz alone... But if he was going to check out the chapel (and its statue) tonight, he didn't want to put his new roommate in danger if the angel really was there. No, it was best that he went alone, at least for now. There was no mention of the 'sleep studies' on the intercom, either, so that was something positive. Maybe tonight wouldn't turn out as badly as last night had, no matter how ominous Landel's words had been.

He had changed quickly into his own clothes just before the doors had unlocked, ducking into the wardrobe to do so, and then bid farewell to Buzz, heading into the hallway with flashlight in hand. It had been a long time since he'd last been in the chapel-and it had been day then-but he remembered the way.

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