witchoftruth: (what are you doing)
Erika Furudo ([personal profile] witchoftruth) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2012-01-23 11:40 am

Day 61: Sun Room (third shift)

The moment dear Landel-san announced that it was time for lunch, Erika wasted no time and headed straight for the Sun Room's bulletin board to check if there was any response to her message left for her dear friend. Predictably, there was nothing for her on the board, and the detective scowled as she realized she might have to write him off as a loss. She had lost a good number of potential allies in this place, but losing this one was a bit of a blow, if only because he had useful things on him. On the other hand, if he was gone, and that ring was still here...

Perhaps it was not a great loss, then. Still, Erika was mildly annoyed as she wandered away from the board and back towards a nearby couch. She was spending a lot of time in the Sun Room lately, which seemed to be a bit of a waste as she could have spent in going around the Institute. On the other hand, she had a sandwich here that was waiting to be consumed and after spending a week with little access to "real food", Erika was more then happy to enjoy her time spent eating.

Still, at some point she was going to have to manage her time a little more effectively. There was no reason why she couldn't multitask, so Erika kept her gaze on the door of the Sun Room so she could watch people filter in on their way to other rooms. She wouldn't get everyone, no, but perhaps she would find someone useful that she could bother for the rest of the shift. A familiar face, or maybe someone new. She'd decide on that eventually.

[ hau Seishin ready for round 2. /killed ]
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[personal profile] fourstonewalls 2012-01-24 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Lana had wandered into the library, but after a few moments she wandered back out with a book in her hand to the Sun Room. She'd tucked it down under her arm, by her hip, as she'd passed Harvey -- he didn't need to know she'd bypassed a raft of classics, including Doyle's oeuvre, for a little thriller whose grip on the legal process might be charitably called naive.

Then again, the truth wouldn't make for much of a story, after all. It mattered to the people caught up in it, but from the outside it was a boring, often sordid, mess. There had been a few exceptions; Hollywood was too nearby for there not to be, but once the luster faded from a star, even a three-day trial was beyond most people's attention span.

There were plenty of armchairs, and Lana claimed one, along with an end-table, and spread her lunch out on the latter while parking herself more neatly in the former.

[free!]
Edited 2012-01-24 04:55 (UTC)