Day 66: Breakfast

[nobleman]

What Guy had seen on that scan resulted in some mixed feelings. While he had expected to find something in Claude, seeing how he was sick, it hadn't been quite the same as what they'd seen when they had scanned that other ill patient two nights ago. What did that mean? It was possible that the shape of it just looked different because of where it was in Claude's stomach, but Guy couldn't help but feel that there was a deeper meaning to it.

Yet another thing that he didn't understand, then. With a sigh, he got himself up out of bed and went searching immediately for the single leaf that he'd taken from the X-ray room last night. It was stored carefully in his possessions box, which meant that he didn't have to worry too much about that.

While he wanted to quickly sketch the leaf's general shape to post on the bulletin, Guy wasn't given that chance, as his nurse showed up before he could even grab for his journal. He had to relent and let her lead him to the cafeteria for breakfast. While Guy considered stopping by the bulletin to leave a note, that could wait until after he ate. He suspected that Anise or Luke would try to find him as soon as possible to tell him about their findings, so leaving a note for them would be redundant.

He did need to ask about the clue from last night and see if anyone else had further insight on it, but that might be something Claude wanted to do, seeing how he had a better idea of who that baptist was and what it all might signify.

After collecting a small amount of food onto a plate, Guy took a seat near the cafeteria's entrance, keeping an eye out for any of his friends so he could flag them down as they walked in.

[For Anise and Claude.]

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[thisisyourgod]

Dammit, he wasn't any good at quick adaptation. ...Though he supposed it depended on what he was adapting to. He'd adapted to the medium fairly well, hadn't he? But this wasn't anything like that. At least there he'd had some hand in getting involved with the whole thing, as badly as that had gone. Here he hadn't even known what was going down until after it had happened. There was that whole unfair aspect again.

He grumbled something under his breath. Actually, it was just grumbling for the sake of grumbling and there were no real words involved for anyone trying to listen in. He wasn't coherent enough for that at the moment.

And he still couldn't get mad at this guy, which meant he only had himself to fall back on as a means of directing his anger. A better leader wouldn't have lost his entire group like this. But then, he hadn't really been the leader for a while now, had he? So how come they still felt like his responsibility.

"...Forget it. This isn't getting anywhere." He almost flopped forward with his face in his arms, but then he realized his plate was still sitting in front of him. He'd completely forgotten about that. For a moment or two, he actually considered eating what was on it, despite not knowing what most of it was. But then he shoved it to the side and performed the aforementioned action like e'd wanted to.

[freewill]

So much for gratitude. Not that Castiel could expect much, nor did he really want it, but most would have at least showed some appreciation for a person who could barely talk from the pain offering help despite that.

He grew quiet for a moment and wondered if he should just leave it at that. The way that stranger had put his head down indicated that he was done with the conversation, but Castiel decided that if he couldn't be much help himself, he could at least push the newcomer in the right direction.

"There's a bulletin board in the Sun Room. People place notes on it. If you need more information, I would suggest looking there." The boy would even be able to find more people who'd been displaced from their original forms there, if he so wished. It would be a start, if nothing else.

[thisisyourgod]

For Karkat, this was particularly polite. He wasn't a very apologetic person on the best of days, and the fact that he hadn't called Castiel a single name yet was testament to the fact that he felt bad for the guy's current condition. It was a shame that the rest of his actions didn't allow any of his concern to shine through.

The troll lifted his head enough that his eyes peeked over the edge of his arm. "Notes? Fine." He hadn't seen any husktops since he'd arrived, but maybe if he asked the nurse for one she wouldn't be as incredibly unhelpful as she'd been up to this point. They had to have them for proper communication here somewhere. Pencil and paper notes didn't even come to mind.

"Try not to fall down any stairs or anything for a while. You look like shit."