Day 24: Intercom, Dinner

[damned-intercom.livejournal.com]

The intercom jingle rang out both inside and outside the institute on speakers loud enough to broadcast clearly across the recreational field.

"It's been a busy day, hasn't it? Well, fortunately for all of us, it's nearly over, and we can all look forward to some rejuvenating shut-eye--that is, after dinner, of course."

The Head Doctor chuckled.

"Supper for tonight is going to consist of individual servings of chicken pot pie, with mashed potatoes and peas as sides. You may ask your nurse about the usual selection of drinks, and... Oh! Some of you might find that you have some new guests in your rooms belonging to... Group 5, I believe...? Please see to it that our new patients spend their first night at Landel's Institute as peacefully as possible!"

He paused, then added:

"Oh, and Nurse Hondor? Could you please report to my office? Thank you."

The intercom clicked off.

[ OOC: Remember how dinner shift works--everyone posts to this post with individual threads for each room. New characters waking up during this shift will do so in their respective threads, though if your roommate's player is unable to play with you during your intro, feel free to work something out so that your roommate is taking a nap or something. XD; ]

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M66

[uncage.livejournal.com]

The last shift had been more than useful when it came to information gathering. At the very least, the genome could prepare himself for the role that was to come, for the plot that would be played on this rather peculiar stage.

Kuja allowed himself to be escorted back to his room. He eyed its other occupant with mild curiosity only to leave him be for now, the sorcerer decided to investigate the current room he was in. For all he knew, perhaps he could find something he could use for the coming night. To his disappointment, the only thing that could be used as a makeshift weapon would be the flashlight. A sigh as escaped his lips as he finally settled on his desk to eat his dinner.

He supposed it would be naive to think escaping the cage would be easy.

Re: M66

[wantsyourzex.livejournal.com]

It was difficult for ZEX to wake at first, and he found that opening his eyes didn't make the world seem any more in focus. All he could see at first were fuzzy shapes, and when they settled down, there was two of everything. Double vision...?

He raised a tentacle to check his eye, to see if maybe something had happened to it while he'd been sleeping and found that he didn't have a tentacle anymore, he had some kind of rigid, fleshy thing with a flat broad end with small structures at the end-

An arm- a hand- a human hand-

ZEX tried to speak and made a garbled sound through a mouth too close to his face, tried to sit up and investigate and instead fell out of his bed completely.

Where am I?! What's going on?!

M56

[0bnoxious.livejournal.com]

Even when leaving the field, Albel was still in an incredibly foul mood. He entered his room with a firm scowl on his face as he plopped down in his chair, not even paying attention if the roommate would be here or not. He somehow couldn't really care about the other maggot, anyway.

Thus, he ate his dinner in silence.

[burningdigisoul.livejournal.com]

Masaru was actually pretty glad to dragged away from the Courtyard. It was nice that everyone had been able to relax despite their circumstances, but the way he understood it, the sooner the night came, the sooner they could get serious. He was already fired up for the fight that was to come, so when that nurse came, he had one hell of a time restraining himself.

Masaru found it a little weird that they were eating in their rooms, but he wasn't about to complain. Food was food, and he'd always had one hell of an appetite. By the time he'd he'd grabbed his tray and laid out on the bed to inhale eat everything, he'd barely noticed the other occupant in the room.

"Yo," he greeted casually. "How long you been here for?" Though admittedly, Masaru was paying much more attention to his dinner.

M40

[jei.livejournal.com]

Farfarello staggered just a little as he made his way back to his room. The deliciously unfamiliar pain in his head was distracting, very distracting, and he kept having to remind himself to pay attention to things like walking, going in the right direction, and not bursting into hysterical laughter where the nurses could hear him.

When he entered the room, the smell of food brought him back to reality just a little. Chicken and potatoes, from the smell of things. Ah, home again home again; potatoes, potatoes, everywhere. ... He did like them, though. Damn Irish blood.

Settling down to eat, Farfarello tried to think how to prepare for nightfall. It was uncertain if Schuldig would be up and about by then, but Crawford would probably want to fulfill their 'obligations' to the prospective employer anyway, even without Schuldig. In any case, Farfarello wanted in on the promised violence.

The one down side of the fantastic agony in his head was that it made thinking and planning rather more difficult. Well. Eat first, think later. And didn't he have a roommate of some sort? There was someone asleep in the other bed, this morning. Probably. It was hard to remember, what with the rage and the sedation that followed his waking.

Re: M40

[intoindra.livejournal.com]

Roland hadn't known what to think of the sudden fits that had seemed to seize someone, and then there was screaming, and... Roland was getting really tired of all that screaming. One when he woke up, one when he was in the yard; he guessed that it came with the territory of an insane asylum, but still.

He didn't like screaming. He'd gotten more than enough of that as it was.

There was food. Pot pie, peas, and mashed potatoes. Food that did little to nothing for him. Still, he went through the motions of eating at least the pot pie. There was, at least, enough meat to slake some of the hunger he could feel building in the back of his mind. Or at least it felt like it could.

Meanwhile he glanced at his room mate as he sank down on his own bed, not saying anything for the moment. He'd certainly had a rough life, judging from all those scars, and he also seemed a bit... distracted. Hm. Perhaps just resting would be in his cards.

Shame that the fruit juice couldn't be something a little harder. That would have at least helped him sleep.

M34

[foxyroses.livejournal.com]

And, the day was over. Kurama released a heavy sigh as he was led back to his room. It could hardly be called a sigh of relief, his thoughts already racing ahead to dealing with Omi. Being locked in a room with each other didn't leave any chance of avoiding the other boy.

Fortunately, Kurama seemed to be the first to arrive at the room, since the Omi was nowhere to be found. Well, at least he wouldn't have to explain himself straight away.

Taking his tray, the redhead sat down at his desk, laying open his journal and scratching various thoughts into it as he absently picked at his food. Was he anxious? Possibly. Omi was the last person he needed to smooth things over with, and the one he wanted to be on good terms with the most.

Re: M34

[daddyslilkiller.livejournal.com]

Omi smiled politely at his nurse when she finally ushered him in. It had taken him a bit longer to make his way in from the far outside of the field than was probably strictly necessary, but he didn't really want to be here right now.

He took his tray over to his bed, not once looking at Kurama or saying anything. He settled with his back to the wall, comfortable but obviously defensible. If they could just eat dinner and then wait for nightfall in silence, he would be happy.

As soon as that door unlocked, he was so out of here.

F19

[she-bloomed.livejournal.com]

Sakura found that her room was empty when she returned from the previous shift. Still a little steamed about everything that had happened with Zabuza assuming she was Naruto's girlfriend, she took the flower that she was still holding onto from Gaara and slipped it into the pages of her journal, an otherwise empty book. It wasn't smart to record anything in a book that could be easily found at night. Maybe later it could be used in some elaborate escape scheme, but until she knew more, that wouldn't be the case.

Dinner didn't look too appetizing, but upon actually trying a bit of the 'pot pie', Sakura found that it didn't taste nearly as disgusting as it looked. It was certainly a different sort of flavor, but it wasn't what she imagined prison food would taste like by any stretch of the imagination. Seated cross-legged on her bed, the pink-haired kunoichi ate her dinner quietly, building up her strength for the shift to come.

Re: F19

[queenpeacecraft.livejournal.com]

Relena didn't get a chance to see how Usagi reacted to the colony descriptions before the loudspeaker interrupted their conversation. Shortly thereafter, a nurse gently, yet firmly, escorted the former queen back inside and to her room. This time, she tried to pay extra attention to the route in case she was rescued by Heero or the Preventers. Feeling useless was the worst thing in the world.

Once inside her room, she glanced over at the other bed. She was a bit suprised to see another girl already there with her dinner.

"Eat up, Anne!" the nurse chirped, leaving a glass of water on the desk near a second tray of food before leaving the two girls alone.

Relena tried not to sigh as she sat down at the desk to eat. "Hello." She gave a tentative smile to the other girl, hoping the other girl would be friendly at least.

M21

[itneverwas.livejournal.com]

After a rather interesting recreational shift with a certain replica, Xemnas allowed himself to be escorted back to his room. The Nobody didn't expect any roommate to show up now, however. For two nights in a row, he had spend the dinner shift by himself. He liked the little peace it provided, as it gave him some time to think.

Taking a seat at his desk, he instantly began on his meal while planning on his direction for the current night. As he munched on his food, he considered various possibilities where he could acquire something of use. As he mentally thought out the route he would take, he reached for his journal to look over the notes he had written thus far.

M8

[tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com]

Recluse waited impatiently for the nurse to leave. He wanted to start preparing for the night- but none of that could happen until his new roommate had been led in and the nurses left.

He ate slowly, watching the door. Finally, there was going to be something to look forward to during the nightshift- that idiot on the message board promised a fight. Recluse smiled, bordering on a snarl. Nothing that he had seen from the man so far had given him reason to think he would present too much of a challenge, but he was angry to the point where it hardly mattered who suggested a fight, he was ready to kill someone. Not cleanly, either. Stress from his (admittedly short) stay here hadn't been given chance to vent.

Killing someone slowly would make things better. Recluse watched the door, waiting for his roommate to arrive so he could begin preparation without disruption by the staff.

[heavensequal.livejournal.com]

F5

[ifandmaybe.livejournal.com]

Most of the day proved to be fairly uneventful, and Inara was almost thankful that the charade would soon come to an end as she was led back to her room. She and her roommate had not met up thus far, but she'd seen the other woman sleeping from time to time and was at least assured of her existence. The night was always busy, and she would hope to accomplish something this time.

For the time being, the Companion sat alone, taking dainty bites of the pot pie and side dishes. It was incredible how well the institute treated its patients during the day. Incredible and horrifying at the same time to know about its true colors.

M54

[rage8.livejournal.com]

Most of the day had been spent recuperating from the strain the previous night had had on Saïx's body. Not only was he restricted with a weak resistance to the beast, the recovery period seemed much longer and drawn out. As he sat down to eat, alone at the time he entered the room, the Luna Diviner found that he suffered only a slight twitch from time to time. His control was returning, though he was in a decidedly more foul mood then he was used to expressing. Habit of a body that still remembered what it was like to have a heart.

Mechanically, the Nobody ate the meal provided. If only for something to do until Night again came. Perhaps he would confine himself to the room for the evening, lest he jeopordize the Superior's chances of getting something done again.

Re: M54

[i-slay-giants.livejournal.com]

Jack wasn't in the mood to put with anyone else at the moment. His discovery in the sunroom had sent him a clear message- specifically, "no one knows who you are, so you can't count on your healing to save you". It wasn't as if he had possessed his powers long, but they had already saved his skin on several occasions, which had allowed the renegade Fable to be a bit more bold than his past would indicate. Now it appeared his choices were "run away like a little girl" or "die humiliatingly".

Speaking of little girls, Jack had no idea who this "Recluse" was. He toyed with the idea that maybe he was just another little girl or scrawny teen. Afterall, that was all Jack had seen here thus far. And he could handle either of those, right?

Arriving at back at his new room, Jack's face fell. A well built man with a quite prominent scar was already there, eating. Normally, Jack wouldn't have minded the company (at least, at this point of the evening), but this man's presence made something painfully obvious to him: there were plenty of experienced fighters and Jack couldn't rely on the foolish notion that his opponent would be smaller or weaker than he was. Jack groaned.

He should probably introduce himself anyhow, he decided as he sat down to eat, as his silence thus far (not to mention his behavior and swelling hand) was probably a bit awkward. Plus, he didn't need ANOTHER person rubbed the wrong way today. He had to live until his death-fight. "So," he finally ventured after a couple of bites, "Come here often?"

F7

[haiiro-no-chou.livejournal.com]

Rukia was only too glad to get away from Jack after the turn their conversation had taken at the end of the last shift. She arrived in her room to find it empty, and the nurse ushered her in with a tray of food. Rukia did her best to be polite, and the nurse bustled off with a cheerful, "Goodnight, then, Shiori. Enjoy your dinner!"

Sighing, Rukia rubbed her temples again and went to the bed to check for the metal bar. Thankfully, it was still under her mattress, so she sat down at her desk to eat. The "pot pie" actually smelled quite good, so Rukia started eating. In between bites she made some notes in her journal, wondering what was going to happen during the night...

[heartcrown.livejournal.com]

Kairi had said goodbye to Riku in a hurry, wanting to get back to her room as quickly as possible. Perhaps she was feeling uneasy, what with the fact that there were two Rikus wandering around.

Waving goodbye to her nurse once she was in the room, Kairi smiled happily when she saw Rukia sitting and eating whatever food she had gotten. "Hello, Rukia." It had been a while since she had actually spoken to her roommate, and this thought made her feel bad. They were roommates, after all. Shouldn't they get to know each other a little bit?

Taking a seat on her bed, the copper headed girl poked silently at her food. She still wasn't really that hungry, but ... eh.

M42

[norainu]

At least a few things had been accomplished today. Renji still needed to talk to Qui-Gon, but he definitely did not want to have that conversation in front of Captain Hitsugaya. Hopefully he'd be able to catch the man alone on the next day.

Renji wasn't certain how he felt about the whole pot pie thing, but considering his small and interrupted lunch, he was hungry enough to just wolf it all down and not pay much attention.

As he started eating, he pulled out his journal and started sketching out the second floor map that Namine had given him, from memory since he'd handed his copy over to Hitsugaya. It was best to do these things while they were still fresh in the mind. And it helped get them set in memory. He figured Hisoka would probably appreciate a copy as well.

Re: M42

[somber-secret.livejournal.com]

Hisoka wordlessly allowed himself to be escorted back to his room. His actions were still somewhat slow, but he was more awake than he had been in the last several hours and that was good enough for right now. The empath had bigger problems to worry about, like what was in the waistband of his pants and who he was going to have to kill.

That and his head was throbbing.

Stepping into his room, the nurse was quick to depart-- probably still pissed over being tackled, though Hisoka didn't see why considering she got to sedate him in the end. Bitch. Hisoka took a glance at his red-haired roommate, the guy seemed busy and the boy wasn't really in the mood for pleasantries. Maybe they'd be able to--

Shit.

Hisoka sighed and walked over to his dinner, eying it critically. He was supposed to introduce Tsuzuki to Renji... he had completely forgotten.

M59

[killing-suzie.livejournal.com]

Jack was still feeling rather bemused by his encounter with Rukia, if a little off balance because he'd been talking about the whole getting left behind thing. He was in a good enough mood, though, as he followed the nurse back to his room. This one was old and a bit fumpy, but he flirted with her anyway, even though she ignored him. It was the principle of the thing, after all.

He sat on his desk and started working on his pot pie, just relaxing before the night started. He'd be meeting up with Gin, so that was pretty much all the plan he needed for now.

M60

[hotlittledragon.livejournal.com]

The drugs were wearing off. Kurikara sat cross-legged on his bed, silently fuming when he could string that many coherent thoughts together. They hadn't given him a strong dosage but it had been enough to keep him pretty out of it for the better part of the 'shift' he'd missed.

Kijin was not strong enough to do any of this. He may have been very like the Golden Emperor but he did not have that kind of power. Kurikara would know. So...potatoes. He liked potatoes. But only when they...DAMNIT.

"SHUT UP YOU BASTARD I'M TRYING TO THINK!!" Kurikara threw a rather ineffective slipper at the speaker-box. Even the dessert was better than this.

He would have blown it to kingdom come but there was very little of his ki remaining. He leaned back against the wall, closed his eyes, and tried to focus on getting the drug out of his system. Even this small amount of ki should be enough to take out a few...nurse...nurse Sohryuu?...

Kurikara snorted. There was a mental image to remember.

Ah, what had he been thinking about? He shook his head. Meddlesome human children.

Re: M60

[tsunagari.livejournal.com]

Sai was not pleased with how the nurses had ushered him and Naruto back to their respective rooms. He needed to talk with the boy. He needed to know why he didn't remember him. This whole scenario was surreal, and he felt so lost in it all.

Entering his room, he found the other occupant now wide awake and unhappy. He had nearly forgotten there was another bed in all the excitement of the last shift. Making it just in time to see the thrown slipper, Sai blinked at the boy who had tossed it.

"Hello," he said, face blank.

M64

[arc-wrench.livejournal.com]

"Emphatic: No! I will not ingest any more of this dead meatbag than of the last one that was offered!" HK was not happy about the idea of dinner. But unfortunately for him, the female guard was not taking no for an answer. She stood and watched, arms folded until he finally stabbed his fork into the 'pie' and ferried the piece of foul-smelling stuff to his mouth. The unfamiliar feeling of organic matter in his tongue made him gag, but he forced the food down his throat. The (so incredibly sadistic) guard found this acceptable and left.

HK pushed the tray away from him and sat on the edge of his sleeping pallet. He just wanted to go home to his Master. Being a meatbag is so depressing!

Re: M64

[reanalyze.livejournal.com]

Few things in heaven or on earth shocked Citan Uzuki. Waking up in a strange place with no memory of how he got there was something that didn’t bother him too greatly. It wasn’t as though he wasn’t familiar with that sort of thing. Even the primitive surroundings weren’t too troubling - Lahan had hardly been a technological empire, after all. Nor did the presence of a strange man across the room and a uniformed woman chattering away and bringing trays of food was met with only a mild glance once Citan had pushed himself up in bed.

What did bother him was the immediate feeling that he’d been given a limiter. His Arcane seemed weaker, which wasn’t usual at all. That was enough to make him frown slightly. And when the uniformed woman - clearly either a nurse or a nun - mentioned a mental institution....

Certainly he had to have heard incorrectly. He was a doctor, a physician! Not to mention there were no mental facilities on the surface. Psychology wasn’t a science that had ever taken hold on the land. No, something was terribly wrong.

Immediately, he began mentally listing any enemies he had living. But there weren’t any that he ould call to mind. Solaris had fallen, Shevat was the home of his family, Aveh was his home, Nisan was certainly no foe....

There was the chance this was all some strange delusion. Certainly his mind had suffered enough trauma to cause a break, but then he would hardly be considering the possibility. And he wasn't a man prone to losing his mind due to stress, even the stress of battling Deus. No, he had clearly been taken to some facility. Why, and by who, remained unknown.

That in itself was more than enough to put Citan internally on edge. He could deal with anything as long as he knew *what* he was dealing with. To be thrust into the unknown was unsettling. Answers were of and immediate concern. Perhaps some investigation would reveal the answers.

Or at least a bit of information about the fellow he seemed to be lodging with at the moment!

"Good morning!" he said, rather cheerfully. It always did to be friendly - people spoke to a friendly face. It was time to revive simple Citan, pleasant country doctor and cheerful absent-minded inventor!

"Or good afternoon, I'd say, judging by the meal!"

M-36

[empty-death.livejournal.com]

Faust was in much better spirits after the last shift. There were hints of drugs in his future. He smiled at the nurse, who seemed relived that Faust wasn't going to attack him the way he'd attacked the other male nurse that morning.

He was left on his own, no roommate in sight, and he sat down to eat and work out a plan. Notebook beside him, he started to write.

Re: M-36

[clone-boy.livejournal.com]

Darman returned to his room slightly flushed - he'd gone through as much of his remembered exercise routine as much as possible - but in a better mood. And while he probably hadn't pushed himself as far as he could without the threat of death looming over his head in the form of Kaminoan supervisors or droids, he'd gotten more exercise than he had recently. He felt...accomplished.

And wide awake. There was no way he'd make the mistake of sleeping through the night shift a second time.

The clone was also starving; an accelerated metabolism combined with the exercise saw to it that he was hungrier than usual. Entering his cell, Darman's eyes flicked about, lighting first on Faust quietly eating, and no intruders. And his dinner, laid out on his desk. Nodding a crisp hello to his cell mate, Darman sat down and began to eat his meal, packing it away and trying to decide his course of action for the night.

M-61

[dot-dotdot.livejournal.com]

Link opened his eyes, half expecting to hear Navi shouting at him to get moving, that he had to rescue Zelda. He heard nothing. That was odd enough. Sitting up, Link realized his line of vision was off. He felt taller. Rubbing his closed eyes, Link attempted to focus on his hands... then screamed... then screamed again upon hearing his voice.

Big! His hands were... they were bigger than his hands! And his voice was deeper too! He quickly got out of his bed and stood up, falling right back into the bed in shock at his new height. Just what in the world was going on?

“Navi?” he asked quietly, looking around. There was no answer. He wondered if asking Saria might help, but was doubly shocked to discover he wasn’t even wearing his tunic anymore. He was wearing something completely different... he didn’t even know what the clothing he was wearing was called! He stood up again, walking with unsure steps about his room.

He assumed it was his room. He searched about, discovering various items and realizing that without a pouch, pocketing them would be useless. In the end, he realized the room was simply a room and nothing more. No secret switches. No items, other than writing materials and a diary, which he would write in if push came to shove; there was nothing of interest... other than the fact he’d never been in this room and had no idea why he was in it now... or how he’d become an adult.

He definitely wasn't in Hyrule anymore.

M-2

[dolphin-king.livejournal.com]

Iruka swam dizzily back into consciousness. So he hadn't been killed by those pills. Putting a hand to his face, he groaned. He felt like he'd actually died... and considering he knew what that felt like, he was rather impressed with Dr. Nii. A pill that simulated the feeling of death so well was a rather frightening concept... but if Iruka could get his hands on them, they would more than likely prove useful.

One thing was for certain. He wouldn't be accepting meds anytime soon.

F12

[hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com]

His warmth enveloped her, the familiar scent of him calmed her fears as she clung to the front of his captain's jacket. Everything was going to be alright now. He was alive. He was going to going to set things right. She had her captain back.

Something changed, though, and she didn't catch it. She had closed her eyes, reveling in the contact, the shear relief that he was alive, that she didn't even sense the drawing of his zanpakuto. Pain blossomed throughout her body as steel pierced flesh and his visage changed.

Aizen-sama... Why?

The pain dulled her senses and she felt pulled further away from him. He was her light, her drive, her fount of determination. Her world. She was his and he repaid her decades of service with...

“I've only ever had one vice captain.”

One vice captain? That couldn't be true. She was his and had always been. Who was he speaking to? What was going on? Why did he just...

The blood pooled around her body, soaking through the uniform she loved almost as much as she loved him. Her body felt cold, her eyes unable to focus, pain starting to numb.

Ne, Tobiume? Some thing's wrong. I think I... failed.


Momo blinked her eyes slowly open to find herself staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. She laid there a moment long up before her memories caught up with her. Ichimaru, the Chamber... Aizen-sama. She sat up quickly, hand clutching at the covers so tight her knuckles turned white. Breathing heavily, she looked around her room, wide-eyed, as she tried to figure out what was going on.

Alone as she was in her room, Momo released the sheets and flipped them off her body. Not even noticing the Western style room and clothing yet, Momo immediately slipped a hand up the front of her shirt, searching for the scar. There had to be a scar. When she breathed in, it was like she could still feel the cold uncaring steel of...

Shaking her head, finding nothing, Momo pulled the front of the shirt up to visually check that her sense of touch hadn't lied to her. No... no scar. How was that possible? Even if Captain Unohana herself had found her, there still would have been a scar. Right?

Ne, Tobiume? Do you know where we are?

No answer was forthcoming from her zanpakuto. Her eyes widened even more when she realized not only could she not hear her beloved soul cutter, but she couldn't sense it at all. In fact, her sense as a whole seemed much duller than she was used to. Was she...

Dead.

“I must be dead,” she said quietly to barren walls, tears welling up in her eyes, feeling lost without Tobiume's presence.

Momo got to her feet, noticing the Western style room for the first time, and walked around the room. She noted the evidence that someone else was supposed to be in this room with her and then tried the door. It was locked. So not only was she dead, but she her place in whatever afterlife shinigami were granted was locked.

She slid down to the floor, legs tucked beneath her, as she quietly cried. It served her right, not having freedom in this place she was at. She had failed. She should have known. She should have stopped it. She had let Aizen-sama...

No, that couldn't have been Aizen-sama. Aizen-sama was a kind man that cared for her. That... that.. creature couldn't have been Aizen-sama. He never would have... Ichimaru! It was his fault! He did something to Aizen-sama. Yes, yes, it was his fault. Aizen-sama would never have done such a thing.

...would he?

Momo's thoughts were a jumble as she tried to make sense of what had happened and why. And deep inside, she was feeling something she had never felt before – betrayal. Yet, the shinigami quickly went into denial and refused to acknowledge what she instinctively knew deep down buried beneath her adoration and worship of her captain.

Re: F12

[hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com]

It was then that the door to her room opened and in walked a woman wearing white carrying a tray. The door closed behind the woman and she set the tray with something that smelled like food on the desk. She focused her eyes on the shinigami.

“I've brought you dinner, Miss Walker. Something nice and hearty; it'll put some meat on you,” she said in an almost motherly voice.

Momo did not move, but looked up at the woman with a perplexed look on her face. Why was she being called 'Miss Walker'? Well, she needed to correct this woman. It would only be the right thing to do.

“I'm sorry,” Momo replied as she got to her feet, “but I am Hinamori Momo. I do not know who this Miss Walker you speak of is.” She walked over to the woman and looked at her somewhat aged face. “Where am I?”

The nurse gently ruffled Momo's hair and smiled at her. “You're at Landel's, Miss Walker,” the woman said completely ignoring what the shinigami had said regarding her name. “The ones that care about you brought you here to make you better. I'm sure you'll find this is a wonderful hospital and if you learn to not let your dreams mix with reality, Miss Walker, you will be out of here in a jiffy and back with those you love.”

“Dreams?” Momo was a little confused about these dreams the woman was talking about. The shinigami certainly knew the difference between dreams and reality. In dreams there were no hollows and she was always with Aizen-sama. And since there obviously weren't any hollows here (she was dead after all) and Aizen-sama was...

“Yes dreams,” the nurse repeated. “Don't worry. The doctors will help you learn to control them so they don't flood into your everyday life. Dreams should stay with your sleep.” She put a hand on Momo's shoulder and steered her to sit at the desk where the tray was. “And speaking of sleep, you've been asleep most of the day. I understand your heart condition makes you tire easily, but you should try not to sleep so much. There are many patients you can interact with here at Landel's and perhaps you'll make a friend or two.”

Heart condition? Momo blinked up at the nurse and then sighed. Maybe she was referring to the sword she'd recently had shoved through her chest. Or maybe that's just the term they used here for the deceased. It was all so confusing.

“Now, eat,” the nurse commanded. “You must be starving. We'll see you in the morning, dearie.” And with that the nurse left the room, closing the door behind her, the sound of the lock engaging as she left. Momo looked down at the tray and blinked again. They called that food? What was it? She had no intention of eating the weird looking... pastery, but her stomach decided at that moment to growl loudly at her. She picked up the plastic fork, titled her head a little, and stuck the utensil in the top of the pastery, looking to see what was inside it.

She had to be dead. No living person would eat this... meat pie... thing.

M12

[bond-off-lame.livejournal.com]

Given the fact that Axel had been in a somewhat inappropriate condition for the Recreational field, the nurse kindly let the redhead relax in his room.

Not that the redhead minded actually, it gave him time to figure out his plans for the upcoming night. He was relieved to have found that his wheelchair would remain in the room, so that guaranteed some kind of mobility until he recovered fully from his injuries. Already the ache in his chest had lessened, but any rigorous movement would most likely cause the pain to flare up again.

After having the time to think over his actions earlier that day, the redhead couldn't help but regret much of what he did. He'd seen that malicious glint in Larxene's eyes despite her playful nature. And now that two whores neophytes knew of what happened to him, Axel doubted it'd remain a secret from the rest of the members for long.

But there hadn't been a time where he wasn't able to pull himself out of a fix. It would all come together in due time, of course.

Axel grinned lazily up at the nurse who came in with his food, the woman setting the plate carefully in his lap before leaving him be. And so the redhead leaned back against his pillow, enjoying the potpie while keeping an eye at the door for his roommate.

Re: M12

[part1of3.livejournal.com]

After the events of the day, there was a big part of Ashton that just wanted to sit and cry. He'd been an utter spazz for most of it - River's comment at breakfast, then at lunch - he didn't want to think about that. It hurt. The two shifts in the great outdoors had been slightly therapeutic. He'd had a nice nap in the sunshine next to Dias, and that was quite nice. But all-in-all it had been an emotional day at best, and a destructive one at worst.

And now peas.

Ashton's face fell when he saw the dinner tray with its nutritious green passengers. "Darn it," he said wearily to them, then looked at his roommate, walking up and putting his hand on his shoulder - forgoing dinner for now. "Heeey. Feeling any better?"

M-15

[forgot-my-life.livejournal.com]

Takaya snarled and jerked his arm away from the nurse who was trying to lead him back to his room. "Don't fucking touch me," he hissed. The nurse sighed and stepped back. He stalked into the room, holding his hands out to feel his way along to the chair. The nurse tried to do the exact same thing now that she had at lunch, pointing out where his food was and Takaya all but growled.

With another long-suffering sigh, the woman left Takaya to his own devices.

Re: M-15

[youthfulrocklee.livejournal.com]

Lee ignored his nurse entirely, already knowing what the routine of dinner was. Takaya was obviously not doing well.

"Takaya-san," said Lee softly. "Do you need some assistance?" He waited for the other man to reply, not wishing to push the other to explain what had happened yesterday.

[the-hero-of-man.livejournal.com]

Protoman allowed himself to be led back to the room. He was hoping for a communal dinner so that he could approach Penelo, but he was never one to lose sight of what was because of what he wanted. This was the first time he'd been back to his room, and this gave him a chance to equip himself and study it.

He grabbed the notebook and a few pens to act as an external data source. He also pocketed the rubberband and key ring. A little extra rubber or metal would never hurt.

He sat down to eat as he examined his room. As he thought there was a second bed. He wasn't sure if that's what he remembered from this morning, and it was no small relief to see that his memory wasn't entirely unreliable.

[charredashes.livejournal.com]

Asch had no way of knowing what had happened or how long it had been since he had last been aware of his surroundings. But when light finally began filtering through the darkness again, it seemed too soon. First was the light, next were the faint sounds of somone moving about, and then the smell of food which only caused him to feel nauseous. It wasn't until he tried to move that the pain hit him.

He sucked in a sharp breath and clenched his teeth together before he managed to push himself into a sitting position. Even then, he had to wait a moment for his head to stop spinning before he was able to glance around the room. Neither the room nor its other occupant looked familiar to him, so it almost looked as though he had gotten himself captured.

But... that didn't make sense. The situation he had been in previously hadn't exactly been one that called for anyone to be captured. Rather, it was more of a... kill or be killed one.

On second thought... hadn't that been exactly what had happened? He was no stranger when it came to getting injured in battle. And that knowledge let him know exactly how severe his injuries had been. Besides, he hadn't just blacked out; he had done that enough in the past to know what that was like. No, what had happened was far too different.

So... if what he believed-- no, if what he knew happened really happened, why..?

Growling under his breath, Asch shook his head (though he regretted that action when it only made his nausea worse). He could figure all that out later on. For the moment, there were more important things to figure out. Where and what this place was, for starters.

M13

[gentiana-clusii.livejournal.com]

Ken had fallen asleep in a shabby hotel near New York City's J.F.K. airport, exhausted and thoroughly jetlagged. Nothing very exciting, but he supposed he shouldn't have expected to find Aya waiting for him, especially since the information he'd gotten from Omi--Mamoru--had indicated that Aya had already skipped town, and another ocean for that matter. Ken had given himself three days in America's largest city to look for signs of the swordsman, after which point he'd hop on another transcontinental flight to England.

At least, that had been the plan, aside from sleeping as long as possible. Ken intended to enjoy the lack of schedule--no morning shift at the Koneko, no strict prison schedule, but all good things had to come to an end. His green-blue eyes drifted open, and focused on the ceiling...which was a plain, sterile white and not the stained and cracked ceiling of the hotel room he'd fallen asleep in. The bed felt different. There was far more light--whether that was because of the flourescents or because the entire room was eyeblinding white was harder to judge. Ken was instantly fully awake, he rolled to the side where Aya's katana should be propped up against the bedside table (he'd stupidly left his own weapons near the door,) and his searching hand encountered nothing but air. As did the rest of him. Ken fell out of bed with an undignified yelp and tumbled to the hard tiled floor, tangled up in starched white sheets.

"Oh, Andrew! You need to be more careful! You could have cracked your head open," a female voice chastised, and someone bustled over to lift Ken up by the arm. He jerked away, arms raised, ready to fight, and...what the heck nurse.

"...where am I? A hospital?" A quick glance around half-refuted that hypothesis, there were no monitors or other hospital equipment, but medical hospitals weren't the only ones of the kind out there. A mental hospital? Ha, a little late there...

"You're in Landel's Institute, Andrew, don't you remember? Oh, you poor dear, you must have hit your head..." The nurse's saccharine sweet voice grated on Ken's nerves, he didn't like being patronized, and when she reached out to examine any injury to his head, real or imagined, he ducked away.

"I'm fine," Ken bit out. Andrew? That was a Western name, certainly not his. He didn't call her on it, though, just filed the information away for later. It wasn't the most pressing concern, at the moment.

"There's no need to get hostile, Andrew. I'm afraid you missed most of today's fun! You woke up just in time for some supper and to meet your roommate..." She bustled around, placing a covered tray on each desk while Ken stood there, struck speechless. A few moments were all it took to regain his senses and examine the room he was imprisoned in--two beds, one neatly made, one...well, to his credit, he had fallen out of it. His bag and Aya's katana were gone, but that was to be expected, frustrating as it was. "Now, you just wait here for your roommate to come back." She smiled, and for a split second Ken felt the vague urge to see how much she wanted to smile when she had a set of claws shoved in her gut before shaking it off. "Enjoy your dinner!" The nurse backed out with her cart, leaving Ken alone in the unfamilar room.

"Well, shit."

Re: M13

[screwthegods]

Ken didn't have to wait long before Homura came in, thankfully with a steadier step as the sedative at last began to fade from his system. He wasn't entirely surprised to see this new person in the room, with the additional patients that had been coming in during the day. Perhaps it was only luck that had allowed his privacy to last for as long as it had.

"Well, hello. I suppose this means you're my roommate. Are you one of the new ones here?" Homura asked actually, though the look of wonder on Ken's face was enough of an answer. He moved to his desk, curious to see just what a chicken pot pie was. They did serve such interesting food here, didn't they?

M22

[grosse-sklaven.livejournal.com]

Adelheid was in quite the mood when he walked into his own room. He'd almost forgotten what it was like, to be considered a monster at the start and to have the entire conversation characterized by that assumption. Integra had cast his previous relationships into a much sharper relief, and now?

Now he needed to be a man, as Rukia had insisted for him to be. That meant he needed to at least go through one night without snarking at Larsa. To say nothing of making up for the rapid, radical shifts the boy had been forced to sit through as the other patients had changed and worn on Adelheid.

And he'd have to interact with Edward without... bringing up that event. He could keep that to himself now, Adel was sure of it. It was all just a matter of being strong. If that happened, everything would be fine.

Adelheid stretched out on his bed and looked up at the ceiling. He was well-rested and healed, and once he got some food in him he'd have plenty of energy for his plans. Perhaps he'd have to consider taking breaks more often?

Re: M22

[entrust-to-few.livejournal.com]

Fortunately for the 'man', Larsa had been graced with the best day he ever had since he arrived here, and it showed very much so when his nurse escorted into his room. Of course, the 'best day' in this Institute was merely a shy reminder of better things outside these walls, but he knew not to take what he was given for granted.

The setting sun had caused small beads of sweat to form over his brow, the child idly wiping it with the back of his hand as he gave his roommate his usual smile before taking his seat on the bed.

"T'would appear that you’ve rested more than usual days, Adelheid." Larsa spoke up cheerfully, nodding to the nurse who came in to serve them their food.

F23

[personincharge.livejournal.com]

Therapy wasn't exactly what she figured therapy would be like, not even counting his attempts to push at her buttons. And while she hadn't talked to a wide variety of doctors when she was alive, most probably weren't at all like Nii.

She was ushered back into her room, ignoring her nurse as she explained the food, as if she was a child. Once the nurse left, which was thankfully soon, she leaped up to grab some pens, the radio, and even the journal. She doubted pens could hope to match a Patriot or a knife, but really, it wasn't like she had a choice.

Once she was finished, she gave a glance at her still sleeping roommate and began to eat Hell's serving of chicken pot pie, thinking that imitation or not, she still couldn't get over that.

Re: F23

[blazing-general.livejournal.com]

Signum's second awakening was if anything less pleasant than the first. Her mind was too well-trained for her to be surprised anew; there was only the sinking certainty that she was not awakening from a dream, but returning to a reality that should have been one.

She eyed the unfamiliar face of her roommate blankly and tried to care that she was meeting her. Something could still be done. Just because all this was impossible by the standards she had held only a few short hours ago did not mean it was without limit. Action could be taken. Allies... she'd said to make allies.

She forced herself to rise. She was a Knight, plain and simple; not just a holder of the title but the thing itself. It was her essence. Even taking her away from her master, even this this false death could not change that.

Her limbs were sluggish as she imitated her roommate, gathered the scraps the institute left to them and sat to eat her food, but at least she was moving.

M24

[royal-mechanic.livejournal.com]

Edgar sat down on his bed with a huge sigh. So. The infamous nightshift was inexorably approaching, and with it his chance to find out more about this institute. At least, so Edgar hoped. Of course, there was also the possibility it would only be his chance to get horribly maimed by monsters. Well, no use thinking about it; there was little he could do for now.

He began to work on the 'pot pie', which turned out to be more appetizing than he'd thought. He knew he'd better eat, as he needed the energy and he'd had very little at lunch. Still, he felt restless, and after a few minutes he set down his tray to look around.

He found a notebook, which could be useful, along with a roll of what turned out to be writing utensils. "Artificial quills, huh?" he mused under his breath. "Fascinating."

Beneath his pillow was a strange object that after a few tries he discovered to be a flashlight, though unlike any he'd ever seen. And then there was the most fascinating thing of all. The 'radio'. He fiddled with it a bit. He knew the theory behind electromagnetic waves and wireless transmissions of course, but back in his world, no one actually had the technology to put it into practice. Had Edgar had any tools right now, he'd be all over it.

[zerstorung.livejournal.com]