Day 69: Sun Room

[rebonding]

[From here]

Korra wandered into the Sun Room while rubbing her hair dry with a small towel. The shower had been nice, at least. She had wanted her nurse to take her outside, but apparently there would be none of that for the moment. The "adults" were out there. What were they doing that they couldn't let her go outside, too?? She wasn't used to this, being cooped up. It reminded her of her time in the sewers.

She flopped down onto one of the couches, keeping an eye out for someone to chat up. Sure, her social skills weren't exactly 'honed,' yet, but that didn't mean she didn't want to talk to people. There wasn't anything else to do here, anyway.

[Barnaby!]

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[ninelivesonce]

[from here]

The sun room was unusually quiet; during showers, it often filled up with people who preferred conversations only take place when all parties were clothed. Or who wanted to talk to members of a different sex.

Not for the first time, she wondered what the Institute would do if it grabbed someone who didn't fit either of the categories. Well. Without being an android or an alien so different that it wasn't relevant, that was. Change them, like the changes she had undergone? The ones that made her look human. It wasn't like that gave one any material advantage in fighting.

Where was everyone? There was barely anything on the board, too. Had there been more deaths? Her good mood was draining rapidly into worry, and, without quite realizing it, she'd started pacing back and forth near the bulletin.

[Rita]

[overlimit]

[from here]

Rita’s hair was still damp from the shower, and she walked with a limp, but she paid little attention to either of those things as she re-entered the Sun Room, looking around purposefully.

Taura had to be around somewhere. If anyone needed to know about what happened to Goku, it was her. And maybe she’d be able to shed some light on how and why it happened, too. Fortunately, it was easy enough to spot her pacing around by the bulletin. She looked almost nervous. Had something else gone wrong, or had she somehow been tipped off about the bad news Rita had for her?

Rita approached, stopping in front of the woman. “Hey, Taura. We need to talk,” she began, not about to waste any time. “It’s important.”

[ninelivesonce]

Rita was limping, and her expression was serious. More serious. Something bad had happened, and it was quite possibly Taura's fault; she'd been sitting on a damn cure for two nights, sound asleep. It wasn't under her control, she wanted to plead, but that didn't matter. It should have been under her control.

"Mmm. Let's...in here," she said, taking a few swift strides to one of the doors. No one was listening or playing in the music room, and one of the dubious privileges of having been to the arena was that they could speak privately.

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