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damned_institute2012-03-11 04:43 pm
dividedby) wrote in damned_institute2012-03-11 04:43 pm
Day 62: Sun Room (4th Shift)
What an unproductive day this was so far. Doing nothing but sitting on a couch, watching the bulletin board and thinking too much about things...if only his injuries weren't keeping him from getting some decent exercise. (If only he hadn't let himself get injured, period, but...)
This shift, Zero was left with nothing to do but sit around, without the promise of a useful conversation like last shift with Nigredo. It wasn't like his other option was any better, though. Showers, already being a waste of time as they were, just sounded very uncomfortable, if not impossible, to do while wearing a sling and a cast. So when his chatty nurse came up to him at shift change and tried to get him to follow her to the showers, the once-Reploid refused to budge. She seemed surprised at his refusal, tossed a few 'why not's and 'we can do this and this to protect your bandages so they won't get wet's at him, but he stubbornly shook his head at everything she said. There was no way he was going in there in this condition. Too much effort for no gain. Why did getting clean matter so much, anyway? It had only been a few days since the last time he'd bathed. It didn't matter.
Thankfully, the nurse took pity on him (only because of his injuries, he was guessing) and gave up trying to persuade him to move. She left him alone with his thoughts, and the once-Reploid carefully reclined on the couch and lay his uninjured arm across his stomach, staring up at the ceiling.
... He supposed some quiet time to think wasn't all bad. He was feeling much better emotionally than he was this morning, mainly because he'd had time to let recent events sink in. Zex and Ema's fates had hurt at first, but by now he'd managed to channel most of that hurt into more resolve to fight. His conversation with Nigredo had helped keep his mind off of things and was enough to leave him wondering for awhile, even though figuring out what to do about Landel was more important than that right now. And, he had a new self-assigned mission for tomorrow via the bulletin board - to assist Ema's sister Lana in any way he could. Not to mention he'd learned about the existence of a town outside of this place....
...Alright. On second thought, the day was not as unproductive as he'd been thinking it was. Didn't mean Zero wanted to spend the rest of this shift just lying here, but at least he could say the times he was doing so earlier in the day weren't a total waste.
[free!]
This shift, Zero was left with nothing to do but sit around, without the promise of a useful conversation like last shift with Nigredo. It wasn't like his other option was any better, though. Showers, already being a waste of time as they were, just sounded very uncomfortable, if not impossible, to do while wearing a sling and a cast. So when his chatty nurse came up to him at shift change and tried to get him to follow her to the showers, the once-Reploid refused to budge. She seemed surprised at his refusal, tossed a few 'why not's and 'we can do this and this to protect your bandages so they won't get wet's at him, but he stubbornly shook his head at everything she said. There was no way he was going in there in this condition. Too much effort for no gain. Why did getting clean matter so much, anyway? It had only been a few days since the last time he'd bathed. It didn't matter.
Thankfully, the nurse took pity on him (only because of his injuries, he was guessing) and gave up trying to persuade him to move. She left him alone with his thoughts, and the once-Reploid carefully reclined on the couch and lay his uninjured arm across his stomach, staring up at the ceiling.
... He supposed some quiet time to think wasn't all bad. He was feeling much better emotionally than he was this morning, mainly because he'd had time to let recent events sink in. Zex and Ema's fates had hurt at first, but by now he'd managed to channel most of that hurt into more resolve to fight. His conversation with Nigredo had helped keep his mind off of things and was enough to leave him wondering for awhile, even though figuring out what to do about Landel was more important than that right now. And, he had a new self-assigned mission for tomorrow via the bulletin board - to assist Ema's sister Lana in any way he could. Not to mention he'd learned about the existence of a town outside of this place....
...Alright. On second thought, the day was not as unproductive as he'd been thinking it was. Didn't mean Zero wanted to spend the rest of this shift just lying here, but at least he could say the times he was doing so earlier in the day weren't a total waste.
[free!]
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Donna had a renewed fondness for the showers as well as an equally renewed loathing for the staff there. Really, was it too much to ask to be able to shave her legs without having to get help?! As much as the idea of cutting oneself with the tiny blades would help someone "escape" this place, Donna still found the amount of staff caution utterly ridiculous!
Someone who wanted to kill themselves wouldn't want to shave her legs in the first place, idiots!
Leveling out somewhere in the middle of refreshed and angry, Donna made it into the Sun Room and found a couch to sit back and relax on. Regardless of how much of an invasion of privacy they were, Donna couldn't help but enjoy herself after a nice shower in this place. It was one of the few niceties she still had. At the very least she wasn't being only sponged down and shooed off when it came to cleaning here. That really would have been a prison.
[BIG HERO TYPE HERE! I.e. Snow]
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Despite all the toweling, his hair was still damp and scraggly from the shower. This was never really an issue back home since it was usually so warm, everything dried quick. Plus he at least had his bandana to keep it out of his face. With both gone, he couldn't help but find it a little distracting and kept running his fingers through it with annoyance. It kept sticking to his face. ...Anyway.
Like that wasn't annoying enough, the nurse-guard-escort-woman whatever started admonishing him like a scolding teacher would a child for having spent all day inside. And told him that there "wouldn't be any excuses tomorrow." She called it getting fresh air. He called it being shoved out into the freaking cold. And who was she to go berating him like that?
...And she was still going. Oh man, why? Why is this lady so annoying? And why is she on his back like this today? And he had just finished thinking this was better than the soldiers. Give him a damn break, lady, huh?
He tried ignoring her, but she kept going on. Finally, he just wordlessly walked away, feeling a little guilty about it when she started calling "Mr. Davidson!" after him. She seemed like she was going to follow after him, but when he got close to a couch where this other lady was sitting, she seemed to huff and back off. Apparently, enforcing patient interactions was more important than nagging.
Thankfully, Snow managed to put two and two together and realized the nurse would leave him alone if he was talking to someone. Which worked plenty for him. So he went and plopped himself down on the couch next to the woman, scratching the back of his head and looking somewhere between annoyed and sheepish.
"Heh. Ever get the feeling they think they're our moms?" He says this like he and the woman had been talking for the last five minutes already. It carries that sense of familiarity. He just turns and grins at her with a sort of implied shrug.
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As the comment had been the first thing to come to mind, Donna had spoken it without really talking in who had joined her. She hadn't minded it since the nurses were always making them "socialize", but really, she should be paying more attention. Glancing over and up quite a bit, she found the man to be fairly gruff. Not like he was unkempt, but more rugged, and his smile wasn't half bad.
"Sorry, I don't think we've met," she said suddenly, straightening a bit now that she found her company wasn't that bad looking, "I'm Donna. Donna Noble."
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He'd never dealt with a scary mom before. If they were anything like scary sisters-in-law though, he kind of had to sympathize with the nurses a little.
"Snow Villiers. Good meetin' you, Donna. ...So now that we're friends, you gotta promise to give me a heads up if you ever see your mom headin' my way in a bad mood, alright? Monsters are one thing. Moms are another."
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"You won't need a heads up," she told him with a wave of her hand, chuckling a bit, "If she's in a bad mood you'll know it well before she enters the room probably, and half the Institute with you."
For all her talk, she really did miss her mother, nagging included.