Day 65: Arts & Crafts Room (Fourth Shift)

[unpriest]

Seishin didn't have the opportunity to visit the arts and crafts room before, but handicraft wasn't something the former priest had ever been particularly skilled at. He would have been content with remaining in the library, but the nurse insisted that he'd pursue a more social activity than something so isolating as reading a book. Pushing one's own ideas of what was good for them onto others was not something limited to just Sotoba, he guessed, and in the end Seishin had little choice but to quietly follow along.

The room was still empty when Seishin entered, leaving him with little else to do but eying the materials with relative uncertainty.

[Dr. Facilier]

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[freewill]

Castiel couldn't be sure that he'd gotten through to Aigis in any clear way, but he wished the girl well, not interested in seeing what would happen to her if she didn't take some sort of action regarding her condition soon. There was only so much he could do at the moment, though, and he tried to ignore the fact that he would have been able to heal every last patient if he'd been at his full power.

The Arts and Crafts room was where the adults were being sent for the last portion of the day, and Castiel didn't resist being led there. He needed to speak with Kratos before night came, and the man was going to be forced into this room as well, eventually.

If he'd been feeling a little better, Castiel might have indulged his curiosity and at least looked over some of the crafting ingredients, but at the moment it was hard enough putting one foot in front of the other. On top of his stomach cramps, which had been persistent throughout the day, he seemed to be switching between feeling dizzy or shaking for no reason.

Sitting down was for the best for that reason. Laying down probably would have been better, but that chance wouldn't come until dinner. Of course, dinner was going to bring plenty of other things as well...

What if he changed as soon as night came? Then all of this effort would be for nothing. And would Kobayashi be able to handle something like that? The man had performed well enough when his friend had been injured, but Castiel didn't really know what his roommate was capable of. Also weighing on his mind was someone calling themselves Gabriel over the bulletin board, who had been able to write back to him in Enochian but behaved nothing like the brother he knew. Suffice to say, Castiel was lost in thought as he waited for Kratos to show himself.

[For Kratos and Loki.]

[dualistic]

While Harvey had managed to enjoy a quiet shift in the library and actually read something during it, that wasn't about to last. A nurse came up to him as the intercom sounded and told him that he would need to move to the Arts and Crafts room. The very idea of putting adults in a place like that still seemed pointless to him, but there wasn't much room to argue. He'd already spent most of the second shift in the Sun Room, so his nurse wasn't going to let him get away with that again.

He arrived to a fairly quiet room, but he knew it wasn't likely to stay that way. The patients who had made it here before him all looked like they were in their own little worlds, and it was hardly his place to bother them.

With no interest in glitter or cardboard paper or plastic scissors, Harvey bypassed all of that and took a seat at an empty table. He wasn't sure how Landel had confused a mental institute with a summer camp, but that was honestly pretty low on his list of questions.

[For Lana.]

[nobleman]

While the previous shift had been useful because they had been able to fill in Luke on what was going on, there hadn't much a much greater point to it than that. Guy still didn't know what their final goal was going to be with handling this illness, especially since Tear was nowhere to be found. Why was it that the one time they needed a healer desperately, no one seemed to be willing?

As Guy was shuffled back indoors from the courtyard and led toward Arts and Crafts, he tried to think of any other healers he'd spoken to during his time here, but nothing was coming to mind. Either he'd been bad about keeping up with contacts or healers really were that rare. Trying to find someone now who wasn't already tapped out was probably near to impossible.

With all that in mind, it was difficult not to start thinking about the worst case scenario, which was that Anise and Claude (and even people like Leanne) would start changing into monsters and he'd be powerless to stop it. Maybe the smartest thing would be to lock them up in a place where they wouldn't be able to hurt themselves or anyone else. That just seemed equal to giving up.

One more shift, and then dinner would come and they'd have to face the night, prepared or not. At this point Guy just needed to cross his fingers and hope that Anise and Claude would last through another night, so they would have more time to get this all sorted out.

He hadn't quite realized that he'd fallen into a pattern of just wandering the Arts and Crafts room aimlessly as he thought through everything.

[For Ilia.]

[seekingmystrength]

"I'm not making a damn thing, woman."

Whether the nurse heard him or not was left unknown to the ninja as the woman went off, likely to bother someone else with making something so he could "feel better". If eating and taking a shower hadn't helped, then there was no way in hell that dumping glitter on paper would be any different.

He stared across the table he'd been put at, eying some of the materials and wondering absently if he would have ever participated in something like this. If Fai had been put in the same room, the magician would have been making something by now, and it would have only gotten Kurogane angry. Kurogane hadn't seen the man at all though, not even in the showers. His absence could have meant a number of things, but he would start with the bulletin first. That usually worked.

[free]

[skeletonenigma]

"I see," was Skulduggery's uncertain response to his nurse when she talked about an Arts and Crafts room. "I'm really not that handy with a pair of scissors." At least not in the usual fashion, he almost added, but a comment like that in a mental institute probably wouldn't go over too well. His protests fell on deaf ears besides, and after a very wary trek through the Sun Room he'd been attacked in, Skulduggery found himself in a place where Arts and Crafts certainly lent itself as an appropriate name.

What, exactly, was he supposed to do here?

Still slightly unnerved with his interesting lunch experience, Skulduggery picked a chair at random and sat down. The memory of that bloody fingernail, still much too fresh in his mind, had violently renewed his hyper-awareness of his body. Suddenly the slippers were too soft, the clothes too constricting, the hair too close on top of his head. Skulduggery managed to solve the first problem by gently kicking the slippers off under the table, but there wasn't much else he could do.

Before arriving here, Skulduggery couldn't even remember the last time he'd sat still for longer than five minutes - outside of meditation, of course. Now, it seemed to be all he was allowed to do, and - even worse - all he did. Just sit here and stare at copious amounts of glitter.

[Gabe!]

[doctor_voodoo]

Having set his plans in motion and gotten himself a little "shinobi" as his new minion, Facilier was in a very good mood. He was also pleased by his success at convincing the nurse to let him borrow the potentially powerful book he discovered back in the library. So with the tome tucked away beneath his arm and a pompous grin on his face, Facilier allowed himself to be escorted to the Arts and Crafts room without a fuss. He had already been in this room before beneath the cover of night, but he didn't mind returning here. Besides, he had time to kill before the end of the day arrived, so he might as well sew up some gris-gris to "sell" to other patients while he waited.

Strolling over to the supply drawers, Facilier began plucking up various fabrics, strings and sewing needles until he spotted a familiar face nearby. Seishin was looking through the available materials as well, but with far less certainty and purpose as the Shadow Man.

"Good evening, Mr. Seishin!" Facilier stepped closer to his acquaintance and gave him a friendly nod of his head. "Having a bit of artist's block there?"