damned_institute | Day 61: Recreation Field (Shift 2)

Loki wasn't entirely thrilled about returning to the recreation field, though he supposed it would be nicer during the day. And without the annoying presence of Riku. Some fresh air would likely do him good; that was what Sif and Thor had always claimed right before they dragged him out of the library.

He wasn't entirely certain if that was a pleasant thought or not. It was still far too mixed up and painful.

He was allowed to go back to his room and pull out every bit of warm clothing he had, bundling up as much as he could. As he followed the nurse out into the field, he also wondered if this meant he would miss out on the greenhouse, since he'd arranged to meet Soma after lunch. That had priority, of course, but he did find plants interesting. At least it was good to know there were activities they were forced to participate in during the day that weren't as horrifically painful as, say, what the music room would indicate.

Good to know that as prisons went, it wasn't all just torture, torture, torture. Some variation was good for the mind.

He wandered along the crunchy, dead grass, for now steering clear of the few other patients. The air felt much better during the day, smelled much better to him as well as he sniffed at it. even if it was cold enough to make his nose hurt. It reminded him uncomfortably of Jotunheim, and...

But at least here, there was sunlight. He wasn't trapped in that dark place as sometimes was in his nightmares.

Loki stopped about halfway down the field, tilting his head back to take in the thin sunlight, his eyes slipping shut.

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With breakfast refusing to settle in his stomach, Guybrush allowed his nurse to drag him to the recreational field, her insistence that fresh air was good for him far less annoying than the concerns grating his own mind. He had to admit she was right that the outdoors would take his mind off things- namely off anything that wasn't the painfully low temperature. He shook the moment he stepped out of the doors, regretting his stubborn decision to forgo his coat. At least he had burning fury somewhere in him to keep him warm.

Said fury didn't do as great a job as initially expected: two minutes after being hauled outside, he was back at the door asking to go in. With a stern look, his nurse dismissed him again, reminding him that he'd done nothing but pace all day in the Sun Room the day before, and that being cooped up inside wasn't doing him any good, as evidenced by his behavior. Never happy to receive the threat of, "You'd best do this or we'll have a chat with the doctors," Guybrush rolled his eyes, heading back toward the field. There were several other patients ambling around- the pirate himself ended up just a few feet behind a shock of walking red hair.

Guybrush spent his first minute walking staring quietly at the ground; it wasn't long before his eyes trailed upward to the figure in front of him, fixating themselves for a moment on that hair. Initially, the red had simply reminded him of Elaine; eventually, it crossed his mind that the women were supposed to be off elsewhere— the greenhouse, if the minimal amount of listening he'd done while his nurse was chattering away had any merit— and that this one was either lost or a man with extremely effeminate hair. And given some of the people Guybrush had met at Landel's already? He wasn't entirely ready to cross off the second option as a possibility just yet.

Kurama's mind was on other things as he walked -- what he'd learned, how that information figured into his plans, what his agenda would look like for the next few days, then the eventual goal he hoped to get to once he'd learned enough. 'Escape', that was. True, it didn't seem all that likely right now, since if someone had found a way out, there wouldn't be this many people here still.

Before he'd gone out to the recreational field, he'd stopped by the bulletin board and officially put up his notice to join the Arts & Crafts club, so there was that for tonight as well. It wasn't so much the fact that he would have an extra task to accomplish tonight as the fact that he would have access to whatever information was shared among the members of the Arts & Crafts club. Since he'd requested to work independently, he wouldn't be able to reap the benefits of getting into contact with a specific member tonight. But it couldn't be helped. It was imperative that he test out his own power limits tonight before he did anything else.

And that was the second thing. Power limits. His talk with Hakkai last night had brought up some possible issues. The Minus Wave from Hakkai's world, that drove youkai in his world insane. He'd said he felt the effects here, which meant that Kurama might also be affected.

Although he'd been focused on his internal thoughts, Kurama noticed the shed at the corner of the field again. He stopped, remembering that he'd meant to check it out the night before. The nurses hadn't said he couldn't look in here, right? He checked to make sure, just in case. He'd meant it when he had told '667' on the bulletin board that he wanted to keep a low profile, after all.

In the peripheral of his vision, Kurama noticed someone. Another person had been close behind him and he hadn't realized before. He was wearing the same gray uniform as Kurama was. So, another patient.

"Ah, hello," he greeted, since he'd already seen him. There wasn't any reason to be rude and who knew, he might get some answers out of this encounter.

Guybrush straightened instantly as he stopped a few feet away, trying not to look guilty as the stitches pulled painfully at his back from his quick change of posture. The voice wasn't much of a giveaway, though he was willing to assume this was a man standing before him, and that the nurses hadn't somehow missed a woman wandering around with them. After all, his managed to see him pocketing a fork from under the table in a crowded room while talking to three other people, while another knew he was merely thinking of borrowing some knitting needles from the antique store in town. His behavioral patterns and claims of kleptomania aside, he wasn't above claiming they were mind-readers.

"Hello," he greeted back, putting on a nervous smile as he avoided the awkward topic that had been crossing his mind. "I was just... admiring your hair. Yep."

It wasn't his most convincing argument, but at least it was partially true, which made it more true than most of the things he said by default.

To that, Kurama blinked. Admiring his hair? He hadn't expected to hear that here. It surprised a smile out of him.

"I see," he said, amused. "Is my hair that interesting?"

Back in his own world, his hair was certainly unusual, both in color and style. In fact, Kurama was surprised no one else had mentioned it to him yet. Maybe it was the fact that many people were from different worlds where it wasn't as strange.

"I'm Shuuichi," he said, introducing himself. The man seemed friendly enough. "Nice to meet you."

"Guybrush Threepwood," he returned, his smile more genuine. "Mighty Pirate."

The guy seemed friendly enough, at least. He decided to venture being a little more honest (a surprise, given his career), since most people he'd met probably wouldn't have taken such a strange excuse for such close following and intense staring so lightly. "As for your hair, I... mostly thought you might be in the wrong place for this shift."

The man's name sounded foreign; it was certainly a mouthful. Kurama was hesitant to try pronouncing it, lest he get it horribly wrong once he tried. The epithet that the man added at the end threw him off for a second.

"'Mighty Pirate?'" Kurama repeated, with a raise of a brow. The gesture wasn't meant to be mean, though. He was curious. "Is that a title? Occupation, perhaps?"

Kurama blinked at Guybrush's explanation. Thought he was in the wrong place? ... Oh. Right. ... How should he react to that? It prickled that he still got questions and comments about his gender, but at least Guybrush wasn't being snide about what seemed to be an honest reason. Besides, from the back, it probably was confusing.

He gave a sigh, but didn't otherwise show any offense at that. "Ah no, I'm male, despite my hair. But don't worry about it; I've gotten that before."

Deciding a change in subject was due, Kurama asked, "Are we allowed to check what's in this shed? I saw it last night and wasn't able to check its contents then."

Minor relief crossed Guybrush's face as they skirted the topics of his title (which he'd explained more times than he felt he had to for something so self-explanatory, anyway) and Shuuichi's hair (at least he wasn't the only one who'd thought he was a woman) in favor of something more expository.

"In the shed? You mean now?" Guybrush asked, raising an eyebrow. "I don't know, to tell you the truth. I'm not allowed within fifteen feet of anything that looks like it has the slimmest chance of being stolen. They apparently give every nurse a briefing on my rampant kleptomania upon arrival." He waved his hook in the air as he spoke, making light of what was probably the truth.

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