Day 60: Arts and Crafts (Third Shift)

[lighthearted]

Sora wasn't quite sure what to make of his talk with Doctor Facilier. The man hadn't revealed much about himself even as he'd asked all those questions, so it was hard to form an opinion. Sora could only hope that he had proved himself to be more than just a kid over the course of their conversation, though if not, then that was the doctor's loss, right? Sora figured that he was a pretty good resource in this place after having been stuck here for so long.

As for the note that he'd put up for the club, it had gotten a lot of responses already, which he was glad about. It meant that his friends were all safe and sound, and more than that, they wanted to keep working with him. He'd even gotten a few new people to sign up, counting Renji and the other person who had apparently been recruited by Soma. So while they had missed an important opening last night, Sora wasn't going to let that get him down.

Oddly enough, there was a slight change for today, which was that they weren't going to be eating lunch in the cafeteria. Sora stared down at the bagged lunch that was put into his hands. They were usually only given something like this when they went out to Doyleton, but...

If it meant that they would get to go somewhere else for the shift, then Sora wasn't about to complain. The problem was that he'd already been to these rooms so many times that nothing really struck him as exciting. They'd gone to the Game Room just yesterday, though, so in the end he picked out Arts and Crafts.

Figuring that he should get his meal out of the way first, Sora took a seat at a table and started to dig through his lunch. "Hey, grilled cheese!" Nothing to complain about there. Sora unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite. It felt weird to be eating in here, but he wasn't going to let that stop him.

[For Woody.]

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[complicatedliar]

For the sake of curiosity, Loki had decided to explore the arts and crafts room. It was everything he had expected to be, which was to say a sad waste. Safety scissors and non-toxic paste and wax sticks with which to color. Still, it was best to fully catalog what resources might be around. Yes, for the life of him he couldn't figure out a useful purpose for dried macaroni and glitter shaped like stars, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be able to in the future. Things occurred to him at the oddest moments.

After thoroughly poking through the various drawers and cabinets to make a mental inventory, Loki acquired a dry-erase board and a few markers, then took it to a table so he could try to organize his thoughts as he ate lunch.

So perhaps the contents of the room weren't a complete waste. He found he did like the dry erase board, quite a bit. He nibbled on his chicken sandwich and sketched out his thoughts. He wrote in a combination of old runes and arcane symbols that he used for his personal writings, which he had little concern anyone would be able to read.

[Tsubaki]

[age-of-kings.livejournal.com]

Part of Tolten wanted, upon hearing he had a choice, to hole himself up in the music room. But he was still a bit wary of the strange instruments. And anyway, it would be a noisy room. The young king needed to think and he needed to think diligently.

He had gathered what information on last night's horrors that seemed to be had. And so now what? He couldn't not venture outside. And he wasn't about to spend his nights running for his life. Not when he knew damn well he had another option, that didn't involve running or smashing his pipe into some death bird's diseased maw.

But it wasn't really all that simple. And he didn't even have someone here he could speak to for advice! Certainly there were fine young men he counted as his friends, but this? This was...highly personal. And regarding a subject of some confusion and distress, at least to him. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with him. Other than a sheltered life and a lack of anything even remotely resembling romantic interaction with another person. If he were brutally honest with himself, the closest he had ever come to intimacy was staring sideways out of his eyes at Her Majesty's...displays.

At least he knew he hadn't disinterest in the whole business.

"This is my luck," he muttered to himself as his nurse left him in the Arts and Crafts room. He gathered up a goodly amount of his usual supplies of glitter, colored plates, paper and glue and set down with them once more. The young king muttered and mumbled under his breath as he tried to gather his thoughts.

'Terribly sorry I still can't get you a knife even though I promised' is a horrible note to have to write someone...

[For Mikado!]

[pullstrung.livejournal.com]

As much as he couldn't help but worry over how Jesse would adjust to this horrifying place, the nurses hadn't given Woody much of a chance to stick by him. Still, Woody had tried to use the opportunity to search for Buzz -- any sign of him at all, even -- but he'd come up empty-handed. He could understand losing track of each other after Woody blacked out for so many days (yet another thing he didn't like to think about, actually), but this was starting to worry him. Buzz's roommate had said he was still around, but then why hadn't they seen each other since then?

By the time third shift rolled around, his nurse decided to intervene again. "Oh come on, Mr. Wheeler," she gently urged as she grabbed his arm. "Let's go find you someone to talk to."

As they approached the Arts and Crafts room, Woody tried to worm his way out of her grasp. "Listen, I get what you're trying to do, really, but I--" A familiar head of hair caught his attention, though, and Woody recognized him as that kid he'd talked to before. Sora, right? With how crazy life here had gotten over the past week or so, seeing the boy alive and well was a relief.

"--I found someone, actually," he suddenly assured the nurse as he delicately pried his arm from her fingers, "so I'm fine."

The nurse's expression turned skeptical, but she didn't try to argue. Instead, she pressed his sack lunch into his hands. "All right, but make sure to eat this, okay? I don't like how you just picked at your tray during breakfast."

It was weird, having this strange woman mother over him, of all people, but Woody managed to wave her off. With that done, he approached the empty seat by Sora.

"Hey, uh--" Leaning one hand against the back of the vacant chair, he struggled with what to say for a moment. "Haven't talked to you in awhile. It's good to see you're all right, though." At least, he looked all right, and he was eating. That was always a good sign.

[full-score.livejournal.com]

Free time? Not that Claude was going to complain, but it seemed odd to have the schedule change like that the day after Martin Landel supposedly came back. Granted, he wasn't going to complain, exactly, though he couldn't help but wonder about the reasons.

At any rate, after selecting a chicken sandwich and asking to go to the Arts and Crafts room for the time being, Claude found himself in a decent enough mood. His irritation over their shortened time in the caverns had ebbed, and now he was mostly trying to find a familiar face to chat with. He'd caught sight of Anise and Guy during breakfast, which meant the two of them were at least all right.

Although, now that he thought about it, Claude was a bit anxious to find his mother. Knowing how formidable she could be in battle, he didn't doubt that she was all right. But some of the things Guy had told her during yesterday's conversation still concerned him.

With that in mind, he paused near the door and glanced around the room in search for her. If Claude didn't find her soon, he'd likely ask if he could drift from area to area until he did.

[For Ilia!]

[gald_digger]

Anise left the Sun Room with a heavy feeling in her stomach. The thought of Ilia going through what she and her friends did in the Coliseum... It was almost too much to bear. Despite the growing anxiety in her mind, however, the day had to go on.

When handed a lunch bag and told to do whatever she liked, Anise decided to go for the Arts and Crafts Room. Maybe doing something fun would help her calm down. It wasn't until she sat down at a table and looked over to the shelves of supplies that she realized she wasn't in any mental shape to be doing anything fun or creative at the moment.

She spotted Claude standing around in the room, but she didn't move to approach him. Honestly, she didn't know what she wanted to do with herself just then. Maybe eating lunch would be a good start. The girl emptied the contents of her bag in front of her, and started with her chicken sandwich. As she ate, she occasionally glanced around the room with a small frown. She was vaguely hoping that she might be struck with inspiration - for a way to pass the time, or for a way to deal with the problem she was facing... but nothing came to her.

[for Badd!]

[savagestray.livejournal.com]

Heine wasn't entirely sure how he'd gotten to the little round table full of crayons and brightly colored paper. He remembered getting body-slammed by about three of the large nurse-things, but that's where things started to get fuzzy. He was sure he'd been pissed off about something. But what it was or why, he couldn't quite connect.

As he reached for the lunch they'd given him- wow he was really fuckin' hungry- he noticed for the first time the brace around his wrist and hand. The hell was that doing there? For a few minutes he stared at the thing in silent annoyed disbelief. He didn't get hurt. He didn't need bandages. But the thing was on him. And it kind of did hurt when he tried to move his hand.

Thinking was a pain in the ass, he decided, managing to grip the juice box anyway and get the straw in his mouth after two failed attempts. This was not right. Juice boxes should not be this difficult. He set the thing down, only spilling a few drops, and proceeded to stare it down, growling out a mean string of curses as he glared pointedly at the happy apple on the box's cardboard exterior.

"..think-yer-a-tough-little-shit-doncha-stupid-fuckin-apple-bitch-your-mo-"

[Badou and Allelujah!]