Day 62: Sun Room (Second Shift)

[complicatedliar]

The line of questioning that Rita had begun at breakfast still plagued Loki, as did his own uncomfortable feelings about the entire concept of people being transformed into monsters. It wasn't a useful line of thought, and he needed a better direction to consider.

Hopefully, conversation with Soma would provide that. While she seemed quite stern at times, Loki found her presence oddly relaxing.

Though he had to wonder if perhaps he wouldn't end up seeing her this shift after all, since she might be included in the group that was being herded to the showers. (As much as the statement also was one he greeted with relief, since he was wondering when he'd get an opportunity to bathe. The thought of being trapped in a building with a great many mortals and no bathing facilities had been too horrifying to contemplate.) He'd always been a bit bad at guessing the ages of mortals, mostly because they were so ridiculously short-lived.

Having already established a neurotic fear of the cold with his nurse, there was no difficulty convincing her that he'd be much better off in the Sun Room. Loki settled into his habitual seat, taking a moment to coax one of the cats into his lap. All settled in, he propped his notebook on the arm of the chair and went back to writing.

[Soma?]

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[notachick]

Okita would have protested the 'good for conversation' approach, but he had a feeling Brook was the sort of person to see good in anyone. He was a cheerful sort of fellow and arguing with him over whether the nurses were actually good for meaningful conversation beyond "wake up," "take your medicine," or "stop falling down the stairs" wasn't the sort of discussion Okita felt inclined to have. It was simply interesting to see that some would be in defense of those who became monsters and tried to kill them at night.

"A pirate...?" he asked, confused enough by the question that he had to stop and think for a moment. For his part, he had been here long enough to know most of those who had come and gone from the halls, but he hadn't personally had any dealings with anyone who had called themselves a pirate. A space and time traveler, yes. Demi-gods? Yes. Detectives, most certainly. But pirates....?

"Ah." His mind ran back to the early days when a certain teenager, bright like the sun used to run about with his crew. Okita didn't remember them much, but he did recall them being in the Insitute. "Yes, I believe I've heard of someone like that, but it was back when I first arrived." And a few times after that, scattered here and there. "Were they friends of yours?"