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Night 52: F21-F30 Hallway

Oct 12, 2010 22:07

[from here]

Lana marched up to the door to F28, raised a hand to knock, and stopped, her knuckles bare inches from connecting. Tonight would reveal what she'd thrown away a promising career, the career she'd always dreamed of, to hide. Never mind that she appeared to have it all -- she knew, and Gant knew, and before the night was over, Ema ( Read more... )

maya, leela, amaterasu, stefan, guybrush, elena gilbert, agatha, ema skye, lana skye, erika, uhura

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F28 scientist_skye October 13 2010, 09:37:07 UTC

Ema nursed the end of her tea while she waited for Lana, sitting on her bed with her journal and flashlight next to her. The radio remained on her desk untouched. Tonight was not about investigating the institute or trying to follow vague clues that were rarely helpful. It was about finally learning the truth about Lana's trial and, by extension, about what happened two years prior ( ... )

fourstonewalls October 14 2010, 03:24:30 UTC

Lana squeezed Ema's hand back. Ema hadn't had as much practice covering her emotions, but for once she seemed to be doing a good job of it. Something twisted in Lana's gut at her own cool summation, but it was accurate. Ema's composure had taken up the slack in Lana's own; if this kept up, Ema was going to end up running the investigation. Though from the sound it, that's exactly what she had done. She'd just roped Mia's protegé into fronting for her.

Ema did her the kindness of asking an easy question. "One of the visitor rooms." Though, come to think of it -- Ema had been spared that particular experience. "They're not far."

"Are you sure you have everything you need?" Are you sure you want to do this? She didn't insult Ema by asking the second question out loud; she knew the answer to that one. The first question, well, she wouldn't put it past Ema to have skipped a step due to nerves, misplaced enthusiasm, or sheer force of personality.

scientist_skye October 14 2010, 03:59:34 UTC

The firmness with which Ema continued to hold her sister's hand betrayed the fact that, despite all outward appearances, Ema wasn't feeling very in-control of her emotional state at all. Part of her wanted nothing more than to run back into her room, close the door, cover herself with her blankets, and pretend that nothing was wrong. The only thing that prevented her from doing so was the knowledge that such behavior was not only childish but completely unhelpful; she was better than that. She had promised herself two years ago that she would be better than that next time ( ... )

fourstonewalls October 14 2010, 23:05:44 UTC

Lead...not show. That one word was enough to tell Lana that Ema wasn't just unnerved by the dark. Agatha's idea of a headlamp sounded even more critical -- Lana couldn't be there to guide her every night, even though she wanted to. Last night, for example.

"Good," she murmured, even if it was a lie. Ema deserved the encouragement. The list of gear was unremarkable (though all of it apt) save for the reason Ema had said more than a flat yes. Facts and figures, neatly aligned and recited, a litany of unshakable truths were a formidable defense. One she'd never wanted to see reflected in her sister's eyes, but she couldn't argue against it. Ema needed those defenses here, especially tonight.

She squeezed Ema's hand again and started moving back towards the main halls.

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F23 witchdetective October 14 2010, 00:23:58 UTC

Had she not obtained something very valuable earlier, Erika would have been extremely disappointed that her roommate had left and was replaced with some other girl. She had wanted to eventually corner Nunnally and question her about these "sleep studies" that she was taken in for, but now it was unnecessary. After all, Xemnas had provided her with all the information she needed: the place where said sleep studies took place. It was the only spot on his map that had been left blank, and so it was with hers ( ... )

F23 windsome October 14 2010, 04:20:51 UTC

This was nuts. Everything and everyone were completely nuts-- and maybe it was appropriate given where they were, but why did she have to be here? How was she here at all? Yukari still wasn't buying any explanation given to her, despite actually being here somehow. God, she didn't need any of this, especially when life was finally going into a much normal direction ( ... )

windsome October 15 2010, 06:44:37 UTC

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windstwilight October 15 2010, 03:42:41 UTC

The day had slid past in a blur. Senna could remember little past seeing Soma at breakfast and that locked in her mind. Every aspect, detail--she remembered it in ways she normally didn't. And something in her couldn't accept the meaning. The way everything had been brought to the surface so unnaturally. She hated this place. Hated it and how it ruined everything entirely. She had been willing to stay. She had wanted to stay. And in that resolution it had took so much from so many.

And what, then, would she do about it? What could she do? Senna slid her uniform on, grabbed her flashlight and sword, and headed out. She would be fucking useful at least. That's what.

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F26 shorttank October 15 2010, 18:25:25 UTC

Leela was intensely curious about the man coming to meet up with her. She and Elaine had gotten along very well, but their conversation had never really turned to their lives back home. She hadn't even known Elaine had a boyfriend! Or... whatever someone to whom you were a plunderbunny counted as. Leela had never talked about Fry, either, but his status was much iffier. And so was he. If he were here, and Leela went missing, he'd probably look for five minutes before being distracted by something shiny.

She finished her dinner, including the ice cream, which turned out to be quite yummy, and set about preparing for an adventure, putting the heavy boots on. She hoped it would be the kind of adventure that would involve using them on someone's face.

sheepwood October 16 2010, 04:27:47 UTC

[Running in from here.]

Guybrush paused once he reached the door, taking a deep breath in and out. "No reason to worry yet," he told himself. "Why worry? Elaine is fine. 100%, totally fine. Probably not in a worse situation than having been pulled through time and space to some spooky institution after being turned into gold." At least she'd have an easier time forgiving him for the cursed engagement ring if they managed to escape and get her back to her own time. No wait- when, not if.

He sighed, realizing that standing at the door talking to himself wasn't making things any better. "All right, here goes."

Guybrush rapped on the door with his hook. "Hello? Elaine's roommate? Anyone home?"

shorttank October 16 2010, 22:12:21 UTC

Leela hurried to the door and opened it, blinking at the hook when she noticed it in the gleam of her flashlight off the metal. Wow, he was certainly tall. "Captain Turanga Leela," she said, offering her hand. "You can call me Leela." She wasn't sure why she gave her title, except that she had with Elaine, and it had seemed to help get them off on the right foot.

"Are you from olden times, too? That is, the same time as Elaine, not as me. I'm from a lot later. A lot." She'd gotten less worried about telling people exactly how much of a lot, but it still seemed only fair to prepare them for the shock.

sheepwood October 17 2010, 10:23:04 UTC

"Nice to meet you, Leela," Guybrush said, his eyes trailing to her very purple hair before taking the offered hand. "I'm Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate™. And captain. And also from Elaine's time, sort of." The seven-year stretch between them wasn't too long, right? At least they were from relatively the same time period. As for Leela, he was impressed- lady captains were an unusual sight, but given that she was from a lot later, it was possible they weren't so uncommon down the line ( ... )

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