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Anise Tatlin ([personal profile] gald_digger) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2011-08-16 01:37 am

Day 58: Cafeteria

Anise woke up feeling lucky to be alive. She still felt a bit waterlogged, even though her skin, hair, and clothes were completely dry. During last night's adventures, she'd swallowed a lot of water, and it still felt heavy and disgusting in her stomach. Her arms and legs were tired from treading water. Lying still in her bed, she still kind of felt like she was floating and bobbing in the water.

But she was alive.

Knowing how close she came to death last night, and remembering the lengths her friends had gone to in order to save her, there was no way Anise could let a little discomfort get her down. She had to be at her best today so she wouldn't seem ungrateful to Guy and Claude. On that note, she had to remember to thank them properly, now that she was better able to express herself.

While getting ready, Anise was surprised to actually run into Claude that morning. He came to her room asking for the notebook he stored there (or maybe it was an excuse to see her cute face again), so Anise happily located it and handed it over. She was pretty tired, but the big smile she gave him was genuine. Who wouldn't be happy to see her savior so soon after a dramatic rescue?

After he left, Anise finished re-tying her pigtails into a low position so the military beret would fit on her head, and then she was ready! Even though her stomach wasn't feeling that great, she figured sitting down to a decent meal would help normalize it. And luckily for her, she was among the few who had the privilege of eating such a meal. Anise filled a plate with french toast topped with syrup and fruit, accompanied by small portions of each of the available side dishes.

It looked like she was early, which meant there weren't a lot of people around. That was okay, though. Anise could get a good head start on her meal before any company came around. She sat down at a table by herself and started on her sausage first.

[for Tolten!]

[identity profile] brb-burgers.livejournal.com 2011-09-18 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Three strikes means you're out." a thumb jerk gesture followed and he leaned forward on his elbows. "Part of the rules of the game. I'd show you some time if you're ever interested." Remembering the game prompted him to grin, something familiar and his own. "But basically you've got three chance to hit the ball-- if you strike out three times your team takes a hit. Once you have three outs your team is sent to the field instead of batting. Basically you're either trying to stop the other team from scoring or trying to score in turns. It really is much easier to show than explain." Did they have a baseball group here? If so, he was going to join up.

Might also be handy to know where all the bats were kept. Just in case he needed to brain something.

"...So three strikes... I'm out. It's just a saying, but since I keep striking out, my chances for becoming more than just some annoying guy you tolerated at breakfast steadily declines." best to be direct about it at least. "But better to make an impression than none at all, right?"