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Rita Mordio ([personal profile] overlimit) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2012-05-30 06:35 pm

Day 64: Sun Room

This time, when Rita awakened, the drowsiness and disorientation cleared much faster than it had during the night. Being in a familiar room with traces of light helped with that. Instinctively, she tried to pull herself up, but the motion sent a piercing pain through her chest.

"Oh, Paige, let me help you!" a nurse cried from the doorway as she rushed to Rita's side. For once, Rita wasn't about to put up a fight, though she grumbled a bit as she was eased upright and to her feet. Her right arm was in a cast, which was kept immobilized in a sling. Wherever skin was visible, bruising could be found, and a particularly deep shade of blackish-blue could be seen peeking out from the edge of her shirt collar.

As they began to walk to the Sun Room, the nurse continued talking. "I hope you're not too disappointed at missing the field trip. But I have good news for you! The doctors say you'll be good as new in no time, so long as you take care and don't aggravate your injuries." The woman went on to list a number of activities the mage should avoid or ask for help with, as though Rita couldn't figure those things out for herself. Finally, they reached their destination and Rita was left in peace.

First things first: the bulletin. Since it was early in the day, there weren't many messages from patients yet. That was fine; it would mean her own message would be more visible. First, she needed to notify Taura of her situation, and then there were a few magic-related topics she wanted to inquire about...

Rita picked up a pen and a slip of paper, bent over one of the tables near the bulletin, and began to write... but the letters came out jerky and illegible.

"Dammit," she hissed, scrapping the paper and beginning again. Using only her non-dominant hand was more difficult than she imagined. This time, she wrote very slowly, taking care to write each stroke of each letter neatly. The result was still awkward-looking, but at least it was a readable start. She just needed to be patient... though that was a virtue Rita certainly lacked.

[Taura!]
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[personal profile] stop_the_rain 2012-05-30 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't the waking up in a bed he didn't fall asleep in, or even having no idea how much time had been lost to the darkness that brought him here that bothered him most. Those were normal, just the average tourist's way of getting around Silent Hill!

What bothered him was the nurse. He'd never liked nurses, at least conventional ones, and the smiling, vapid-eyed looking middle aged woman who prattled on to him about the 'fine Institute' he'd found himself in seemed to be every TV cliche that had ever grated on his nerves.

This was all pretty fucked up, he decided, as he was led out of the little room he'd woken up in twice now. New tactic? Or...or was this his life now? Was this what the town had given him, a prison of a different sort? They wouldn't even tell him why he was in there, just that it was 'for the best' and he was receiving 'the highest standard of care'.

Maybe he was just like Ricks and Slater now. This was his own little private patch of Silent Hill. Nina probably hadn't been real, either, just the perfect sort of illusion to show a chivalrous ex-con. Was anybody else here really real, or just window dressing?

Or maybe...maybe they were stuck, too. Like Cunningham and him. Ugh, this wasn't fair!

Frustrated and trying hard not to snap at every white-clad figure that passed by, Murphy decided to look to what was likely to give him the most information. A board covered with notes and papers. At least that was normal! He stood by the board, frowning at the handful of notes. Nothing that seemed at all helpful to him....

Were the movie titles on the Activities Notice some sort of puzzle clues?

[For Harvey]
dualistic: (the headline reads "the man hangs.")

[personal profile] dualistic 2012-05-30 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Harvey woke up suddenly, drawn from the abandoned town and its undead residents back into the warm bed that he had gotten overly used to over the weeks. The transition was more jarring than usual, if only because he'd moved such a far distance away from the institute. This just went to show that no matter how far they tried to run, there was really no way of escaping.

Still, with any luck he'd gotten himself some more ammunition, which was bound to come in handy at some point, even if it was only by way of shooting Landel and Aguilar both in the head. He didn't have the time right now to check if the rounds had safely made their way into his box, though, seeing how a nurse walked in a second later.

"Come along, Mr. Eckhart. You always choose to go to the Sun Room on Sundays, don't you?"

Harvey was shocked that she remembered. These nurses didn't really seem like real people a lot of the time, so the idea that they could retain that sort of information was unsettling in a strange way. Still, he only nodded, letting her lead him straight into the Sun Room, where he quickly noticed the pattering of rain overhead.

While he had no interest in offering any suggestions or voting on what movie they watched today, he did want to see what else was being posted on the bulletin board. He didn't hesitate to step up to it, pausing when he realized there was already someone in the way.

"You almost finished?" he asked, not putting much effort into sounding polite. At least he wasn't being outwardly hostile, which was really more than anyone could expect of him at this hour.
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[personal profile] stop_the_rain 2012-05-30 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Murphy looked away from the board when he was addressed, and shuffled out of the way with an inclination of his head. He doubted the movies meant anything - they weren't even the ones from the movie theater. He was just standing there taking up room at this point.

"Sorry," he mumbled, not used to this sort of environment. Unless he was at workshop, in the yard or in the caf, Murphy was used to being in his cell. This 'roam around normal rooms' kind of confinement was hard to acclimate himself to.

He rubbed the back of his neck and debated a moment before speaking up. Hell, it didn't hurt to ask questions.

"Uh...is this updated all day?"
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[personal profile] fourstonewalls 2012-05-31 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
The voice on the intercom sounded twice as loud as usual, and Lana resisted the urge to pull her pillow over her head. Besides, that would require moving, and she wasn't sure she wanted to. Everything ached, especially her legs. Running several miles while ill wasn't the kindest thing she'd ever done to her body, especially when she might well have been able to stay put. Zero and Leanne couldn't have, though, and it wasn't like the night had been completely unproductive.

Still, staying in bed didn't sound so bad, at least until Landel reached the end of his monologue. Medicine. Hah. Either it would be a trap, or it would lull them into a false sense of security, and even as muddied as her mind felt, she was determined not to fall prey to either. When the nurses bustled into the room, she stood up, nodded to them, and walked out into the hall without a word.

There was no hiding the rash on her hand and arm now, so she didn't bother trying to hide it, or the fact that she was walking more slowly than usual. Instead, she asked for -- and received -- a glass of water, and sat down on one of the couches, propping her feet up. Keeping her eyes open was a challenge, but one she managed handily. Just because she could no longer hide her illness didn't mean she couldn't hide the fact that it terrified her.

[Scar!]
Edited 2012-05-31 01:18 (UTC)
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[personal profile] ninelivesonce 2012-05-31 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Morning dawned, and Taura still felt like herself. At least as much as I ever could, here, she added. Not sick, not dead, and ravenous.

Except it wasn't breakfast yet. Her shoulders slumped, and she slowed to a stroll. She'd check the bulletin, first, and then maybe go up to the chapel. She wasn't religious, but it was kind of pretty, and -- wait!

Was that Rita? It was. It was one thing to hear about people coming back from the dead, and another to have Rita standing a few meters ahead of her, struggling with pen and paper, but breathing and alive and right there. Taura gulped air, and then continued her slow approach.

"Want a hand with that?"
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[personal profile] dualistic 2012-05-31 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
If things had gone his way, the stranger would have moved away and found someplace to sit and he would have been able to read the morning messages in peace. But things hadn't gone this way since he'd woken up in this place -- no, since before that -- so he wasn't overly shocked when the man asked a question instead.

Harvey's gaze had caught on a familiar name -- his roommate's -- and the message attached to it. Lunge was gone? That shouldn't have been a surprise seeing how the past few days the man had either kept to himself or slept through dinner, but it was still something of a shock. They had been roommates for longer than any of the other people he'd been forced to share a space with in this place.

Maybe the most frustrating part of that was that he would have to start all over again with someone else, but he could deal with that later. For now, this guy was asking him something.

"We're allowed to post things up all day, if that's what you mean," he said with a shrug. "It definitely gets the most activity first thing in the morning, but if you put something up you'll have to check back periodically for responses." It was a pain, but at least they had some way of interacting with each other that wasn't face-to-face. Seeing how he didn't have the most charming of appearances, what with half of his face being swathed in bandages, that sometimes worked in his favor.
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[personal profile] hairraising 2012-05-31 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Rapunzel entered the Sun Room with feet dragging faintly, familiar grey clothing sagging on her body. Last night hadn't been the worst night she'd had since getting here, but in a way, the fact that it wasn't the worst night ever was hard enough to think about. That said something about the kind of life she was getting used to here — the life that Eugene would have to get use to too.

I guess he might be better prepared for this sort of thing than I was when I got here, she thought, chewing her lip as she flashed back to him bashing in that giant bird's skull, covering himself in dark blood. Still...

Talking with Tsubaki after waking up had helped. The two of them had told each other about their nights, and hearing that Tsubaki hadn't been hurt had been a relief. She could only hope that no one else had been seriously hurt either. Though, with so many of those birds in the sky, it was hard to imagine they hadn't hurt anyone. She needed to check on both Eugene and Kratos tonight; they were going to need healing after the run-ins they'd had with those claws.

From the looks of the board, a specific person had been the cause of the crash the day before. Someone had even posted a detailed account of what had happened. Rapunzel ought to have been mad, maybe, but ultimately she couldn't be. Maybe she was just too worn out to get riled up about it, but she could also just see where the man was coming from. As someone with her (ahem) "unique perspective" on long-term confinement, she could relate. Oh how she could relate.

Eventually, Rapunzel found her way over to one of the couches. Hopefully Eugene would be in here soon enough, she thought as she sank into the cushions. She couldn't imagine he would go up to the chapel, unless he led a secret double life as a monk that she didn't know about. Flynn Rider: Thieving Priest. Sounds like the title of a book, she thought, cracking the first small smile of the day.

[Flynngene]
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[personal profile] thecamellia 2012-05-31 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Lokiiiii, come to me~]

The shadow cast by the night’s events had sat over her all throughout her morning routine, chilling her in unnamed places. But despite her distraction, there had been one thing she couldn’t forget: Rapunzel. Finding out that her roommate was okay had helped a little.

But only a little. There were still others out there, others she wasn’t so sure about. And there was still the Head Doctor’s “sickness” to contend with.

It was enough to make Tsubaki want to crawl under the covers and block the world out. Withdrawing just wasn’t an option, however, and Tsubaki willed herself to keep her composure on her way past the entry room, even if she spared it a long look. Done was done. She knew it, but it still hurt. Was Landel truly reaping all the souls of his victims, or was he just mutilating bodies for the sake of it? Either answer was horrible.

Given that the Institute was still feeling the aftershocks from last night, the first stop of the day, first and foremost, had to be the bulletin board. Tsubaki knew there were a few people who might be looking for her, and she was sure most people would be headed that way, so it seemed like a good place to linger in. Any news would be good news. The quiet defeats and disappearances were just as significant as the… as the public defeats.

Against her will, an image of the blood-splattered entryway rose in her mind, and she sighed to herself under her breath. But she didn’t let her dread show in her eyes. No. She couldn’t. Not now.

Not until everyone was free and they could go home.
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[personal profile] brokensmolder 2012-05-31 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
Eugene stared at the ceiling.

Just like yesterday morning, he found himself lying in bed with no knowledge of how he'd gotten there, but this time he didn't have (almost?) dying as an excuse. One minute they had been fleeing into the woods, away from the buses and the birds and the minor carnage they'd caused towards the relative safety of the trees; the next, he was 'safe' in the bed that he figured would be his until he broke out of here, his clothes changed and his leg bandaged. The same woman as yesterday came in chattering cheerfully as she went about checking that his bandages were secure, but all he could see was a face that was barely recognizable as a face horribly twisted into a death grin and a metal-taloned hand reaching towards him...

What had happened to the nurses on the bus?

Had they survived Kratos' glowing red fireball (and it was a mark of how bizarre/terrifying the last twenty-four hours had been that Eugene was completely comfortable with the whole glowing fireball thing) or whatever else the night had thrown at them? Were they here? Would he see them again, human as they had been, or was their nightmareish (actually, not "ish;" it was a nightmare) transformation permanent?

"You're looking a little pale there, Mr. Bartowski. Does your leg hurt?"

After that, Eugene at least made a token effort to keep up the facade that everything was hunky dory in Flynn's world. He was both sarcastic and charming, deftly flirting his way out of being stuck with a cane for the rest of the day. Sure, his limp was one for the record books, but he still had his vanity.

The cheerfully sunny woman led him into a cheerfully sunny room, and some of the dark clouds that had been hovering over Eugene vanished. Rapunzel was there, sitting on a couch and looking whole and well and safe. He flopped down beside her, drawing her close (just to make sure she wasn't hurt. Of course.).

"Some night."
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[personal profile] oneman_onekill 2012-05-31 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
As soon as he opened his eyes, Niikura's heart seized up in a panic. He all but flung himself out of bed, and it took the nurse at least ten minutes to calm him down enough to convince him that sprinting to Shiina's room was a bad idea.

"No, you don't understand, I have to make sure--!"

"Tsuneo, I'm sure Reiko is exactly where she is supposed to be. In fact, she might still be sleeping. You don't want to disturb her, do you?"

He wanted to shout her down, but reminded himself that doing so wouldn't gain anything, just sedation. He needed to be calm, at least outwardly. Niikura took a deep breath and willed himself to believe that Shiina was alright at least for the next five minutes. She's fine. She'll be a bit shaken, but nothing you can't handle. He was lying to himself, but right now, that was the only way to keep himself from putting a fist through whatever happened to be closest.

There was no Shiina in the Sun Room, and he nearly stormed out the instant he realized that, but patience...in the end, Niikura resorted to pacing anxiously around the room, eyeing the door every three seconds. If she didn't appear, he didn't care what happened to him. He was going to find her one way or another. She needed him. She wasn't supposed to be involved in anything, ever. She was supposed to be safe, spared from all the things that he would deal with for her.

...He needed her too. Even if she called him "Hazama" sometimes, he knew. Shiina was the only person capable of keeping him in check.

[NOT!GIRLFRIEND HELP]
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[personal profile] stop_the_rain 2012-05-31 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, right. Thanks. That's what I meant." Well, Murphy figured he'd already started asking this guy questions, why stop now? There wasn't anything wrong with finally getting some information the normal way. Clearing his throat, the ex-con angled his body a bit towards the other man, head dropping a little bit. The stance was just something he'd picked up in prison, assertive without being confrontational or challenging. He didn't even think about it, really, it had just become ingrained in him.

"Uh...is this in code?" he went on, because that made the most sense to him. He wasn't entirely sure what was actually happening to him anymore, but he figured he was pretty okay for the moment. This was the real world, or close enough for him, and so maybe he was in a loony bin....

But it wasn't the same on as last night. Or it was, but it was a different level of it. He could deal with the level filled with other crazies and neatly planned out activities.

"I mean, are people communicating in code? I'm sorry to just start bugging you like this, but...I'm just trying to figure out what's going on."
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[personal profile] envy_the_sinners 2012-05-31 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Another morning in this hell.

The intercom awoke Scar in something of a daze as he struggled to bring his eyes to focus on the ceiling. The constant touch of nausea still hadn't run its course, and his head still pounded a bit. The white cloth around his right hand indicated that he had been properly attended to some time in the night.(When, he had no idea) But it wasn't enough to cover the rash that was still spreading up his arm. Scar scowled, letting his head fall back onto the pillow.

He was exhausted and achy, but try as he might, his nurse insisted that he rouse himself. Apparently it was Sunday, so he was allowed to sit in the Sun Room. Brunch would be later, according to the overly cheerful orderly.

The disgruntled yet groggy Ishbalan shuffled into the Sun Room, which was thankfully still relatively empty. Then the nurse started blabbing about making friends again. Simply for the sake of keeping her quiet, Scar slumped into a chair next to a woman who, upon closer scrutiny, had a similar rash on her arm. It was good to know that, at least, he wasn't alone with this damn sickness.

That didn't mean that it didn't unnerve him, though.

Questions about this place still circled his head like vultures. Scar couldn't find a point in any of this. What had he found, the past three nights? What had he accomplished? Nothing but getting hurt. Perhaps this woman knew more about it all than he. After all, this was only his fourth time waking up here. (Was it really only four days? It felt like an eternity.)

"Do things like this happen often?" He indicated the rash on his hand, then turned his gaze to properly acknowledge the person lounging next to him.
dualistic: (case open case shut.)

[personal profile] dualistic 2012-05-31 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe it would have been better to just ignore the guy, since now he'd gotten dragged into a full-on conversation with someone who clearly didn't know the first thing about this place. It was cold, but Harvey generally didn't like talking to the newcomers. There wasn't any useful information he could get out of them, and they usually didn't have anything else to offer. He wasn't in the business of making friends, so he found most conversations where he was giving out all the information to be a waste of time.

He could have just walked off, but chances were that a nurse would notice -- and there was always that small chance that the stranger would want to repay him for his help at some point. It was an investment if nothing else.

"Some of it's in code," he said with a nod. "If we're too obvious with the stuff we talk about, it can run the risk of being taken down." It was hard to judge what the nurses would see as a violation and what they would leave alone, but it was usually better safe than sorry.

"How long ago did you get here?" Harvey asked. If he was going to be stuck playing tour guide, then he might as well get an idea of what he was working with.
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[personal profile] stop_the_rain 2012-05-31 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's...a pretty good question."

Murphy shook his head, wishing he had a better answer for the guy.

"Maybe last night. Maybe a couple of days ago. Guess it depends on if you mean 'here in this hospital' or 'here in hell'." Not that he wasn't absolutely sure they weren't the same thing, but he was starting to think so. Or maybe it really was all the same thing, and there were just different levels of it. Like the analogy he'd used for Nina the night before.

But either way, he refused to consider the idea that this was just a normal asylum and he'd gone crazy. He knew it was technically a possibility - he'd been questioning his sanity since the diner - but if that was the case, these were some hardcore, in depth delusions.

He'd never been that creative a guy.

"Uh, I'm Murphy by the way. Look, thanks for helping me out, I appreciate it."
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[personal profile] survives 2012-05-31 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
There was something entirely too disorientating about going from Doyleton to back in her bed at the Institute, as if the distance she'd covered the night before meant nothing, as if she'd never even left it. And wasn't that a tempting thought just then, staying in bed? It was almost as if she hadn't slept at all, with just how very tired she felt upon waking, her limbs feeling heavier than usual. Likely a result of racing to town while running from monsters, but it sure didn't make it any less annoying.

...Not to mention her arm. One look at it, at the way the rash on her hand had only spread during the night, (enough that she couldn't even begin to imagine how to hide it now) and the urge to crawl under the covers and hope it was all only a bad dream increased tenfold. There was something about this place doing this to her, something even worse than the monsters and nurses and even the townspeople. And she couldn't deny, at least not to herself, that the thought was absolutely terrifying.

But giving into that fear, that was exactly what Leanne couldn't do, exactly what she couldn't let herself do. Landel's voice on the intercom was enough of a reminder of that. He was behind all of this and, if she had to be stuck here, she'd be damned if she couldn't find some sort of way to strike back at him.

So she let herself be led by a nurse into the Sun Room, making her usual stop at the bulletin board... and quickly finding out just what had caused the commotion last night.

There were plenty of notes explaining the situation inside the crashed bus: one even giving the name of the person who'd caused it and another having a detailed recounting of it. Leanne couldn't quite help a scowl as she read, her arms crossed. Of all the stupid things... She couldn't blame the guy for trying. She wanted to get out too, after all. But his method? Stupid. Completely stupid. And thanks to him, they'd nearly gotten themselves killed by those birds.

Huffing out a breath, she leaned in closer to the board, all her earlier worries temporarily forgotten. What else had they written about last night...

[Achtung, baby!]
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[personal profile] dualistic 2012-06-01 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
It was good to see that this Murphy guy was willing to take a moment to stop with the questions and actually offer some thanks for the help. There were probably other people here who could give him more detailed information with less of an attitude, but Murphy had decided to talk to him specifically, so he was going to have to deal with Harvey's way of doing things. He didn't seem to mind much so far.

Since neither of them were paying much attention to the bulletin at this point, Harvey started to edge away from it in order to give other people the chance to get their time in.

"I'm Harvey," he said. "And it's fine. This isn't hell, but with some of the stuff we're put through it may as well be. What did you see while you were out last night?" If the guy had woken up in one of the rooms here then he'd probably missed a lot of the action, but Harvey was almost hoping he'd seen something. That would make it a lot easier to explain things, since he wouldn't have to be handling the man's skepticism at the same time.
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[personal profile] ninelivesonce 2012-06-01 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"All the time you want." It was a miracle, that's what it was, in a place that already specialized in them. Even if most of them were anti-miracles. All the wonder, twice the horror. Hopefully this one didn't come with that kind of price, though she thought perhaps she'd avoid saying voicing that concern out loud.

She found a set of chairs -- there were several nearby, but she thought this conversation would be better with a little privacy, and so she appropriated two over in a corner. "What...happened?"
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[personal profile] fourstonewalls 2012-06-01 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Sundays?" Lana raised her eyebrows. She knew exactly what he was asking, but it gave her a few moments to come up with an answer. It also gave her a chance to study the man beyond noting the rash on his hand. She'd seen him a few times, in the hallways; the scar across his forehead was rather memorable. All of the times had been recent, though, so he hadn't been here long -- this might be the first of Landel's games he'd run into.

"The rash itself is new, as is the accompanying threat. It fits the usual modus operandi." She'd never admit it to anyone, but sometimes she loved her job just because she was able to say modus operandi with a straight face. "Forcing us to turn on each other, bizarre aliments and afflictions, and vague premonitions show up about, mmm, biweekly. This one has taken an unusually long time to come to fruition."
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[personal profile] envy_the_sinners 2012-06-01 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
The Ishbalan nodded, turning to stare rather blankly at nothing in particular. He was having trouble focusing. He definitely needed sleep, even though it didn't feel like an option around here.

"You think these... vague threats are on any solid ground?" Or were they empty words designed to, as she had said, turn them against one another?

Scar sneered. Biweekly. It was even on a schedule. Perhaps she used the term loosely, but in his mind, games were games.

And this Landel man was just enjoying the show.
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[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-06-01 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Morning was about as pleasant as normal, which was to say highly annoying, but Loki was equal to the task of dealing with it. As expected, the room showed no signs of the hasty operation that had occurred there the night before, though Loki fancied he did catch a whiff of latex off his hands - possibly wishful thinking, though. He gathered up his normal supplies - notebook, pens - and greeted the nurse with perfectly mimicked cheer, asking to go to the Sun Room.

Loki knew he was supposed to speak with Tsubaki at some point in the day, and he was in a cheery enough mood to do so without driving himself completely mad. Still, he stopped short in the entrance of the Sun Room, catching site of Rita.

...well then. He might be playing a little revenge joke on someone.

However, she was already speaking with someone - that alone indicated she probably wasn't a hallucination, which was certainly a nice thing to know - so he didn't want to interrupt her.

And Tsubaki. Right.

Loki went over to the girl and sat next to her. She wasn't exactly looking her normal bright and cheery self. "Good morning," he said.
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[personal profile] stop_the_rain 2012-06-01 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Some of the first floor," Murphy admitted to Harvey. Then he shrugged and looked away for a minute. "Dead bodies. Monsters got them. That was the last thing we ran into before...you know. All of a sudden you're waking up somewhere else, not sure how it happened....does that happen to everybody here?"

Maybe it didn't. But he'd rather focus on that than bloody corpses. He'd been up close and personal with worse than what they'd seen in the Entry Room, but that didn't mean Murphy was a-okay with gruesome dead bodies.

But really he was just trying to figure out if he was in some other demented 'lesson', still stuck in Silent Hill because Anne couldn't let go of her demons, or if this was just one more stop on his road to freedom.

If there even was such a thing for him anymore. He scrubbed his hands over his face and sank down into a nearby chair, deciding that just sitting for a minute would be a really good idea.

"They replaced my journal and my flashlight and my radio, too," he went on, remembering how he had been a little confused they were all right there. But the journal was empty, and the radio just always seemed to buzz and fizz when he turned it on, regardless of what was around.
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[personal profile] hairraising 2012-06-01 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Rapunzel didn't take long to notice him coming her way. Even in the Institute's dehumanizing grey ensemble, his face stood out in the crowd. That faint smile still on her face, she welcomed him to sit by her side and she let him draw her close. Her head rested in the crook of his shoulder as she settled into his warmth. "Yeah... Yeah, you never really get used to it," she answered, voice barely above a sigh.

Her hand found its way to his, and she stroked his thumb idly for a while, background chatter from around the room the only sound between them. "You were on the bus that went down, right?" she asked after the moment had passed. "I heard it happened because someone got rowdy. Is that true?"
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[personal profile] dualistic 2012-06-01 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Dead bodies? So some poor saps had been mauled last night, from the sound of it. Murphy was talking about monsters like he was used to the idea. While that made things easier on him as someone dispensing information, he had to wonder what sort of background the guy had, if he was so quick to accept the idea of monsters when he hadn't even been here a full twenty-four hours.

Maybe it was better not to question it, seeing how it only worked in his favor at the moment. Regardless of what Murphy had been through before, the monsters here were definitely real.

"Yeah, it happens to everybody," he said, leaning himself against the wall close to where the other man was sitting. He crossed his arms over his chest and glanced across the room, not looking at anything in particular. "Eventually night ends and you'll wake up back in your room without warning, with everything you had with you back where you found it."

They didn't seem to confiscate much these days, either, so Harvey probably didn't have to worry about whether or not his ammo had made it back with him. Still, that was likely the first thing he was going to look for when he got back to his room later that day.

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