Day 66: Greenhouse

[impudentsongbird]

Gabriel, no matter how hypocritical or snide Landel's well-wishes might have been under the veneer of niceness, had actually in fact had a rather nice morning. He'd managed to help Skulduggery eat something and checked in with Castiel. His brother's illness was, to all appearances, gone. Although the surgery itself wasn't going to be easy to recover from, at least that was an injury Castiel has chosen and wouldn't turn him into a monster.

So the Archangel was humming absently as he was led outside, smiling and, for the moment, more convinced than ever that he was where his Master intended him to be. Rachel had made it known she didn't think it would be a good idea for him to hover, so after making sure Castiel would be okay Gabriel had asked to go to the greenhouse this lunch-time, thinking of Lee and still with the idea of possibly making smoothies. Rachel had thrown up her hands and shaken her head when he toed off his shoes at the doorway, but she got her own back once they reached the greenhouse and Gabriel surveyed the stony path ruefully.

"Now maybe this will teach you to keep them on," she said, shaking a finger, taking the slippers and crouching to slide them onto his feet as if he was a child. "It's for your own good, you know. You'll injure your feet if you go around like that all the time."

"I'm sorry," Gabe said with a smile, not as repentant as he probably should have been and using the mischief to hide the ache in his chest. This woman was, at best, brainwashed and cursed to turn into a monster at night. He almost hoped she was complicit; the alternative was nearly too much to bear.

Still, as awful as the thought was, he set it aside as best as he could to avoid ruining his thus-far nice day. While Rachel watched from one of the tables, Gabe wandered through the greenhouse, eating his beef sandwich from the hand while enjoying the company of the plants and keeping an eye out for any fruit-trees.

[for Rock Lee!]

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[nobleman]

Now that it had been confirmed that Landel wasn't just bluffing about this illness (not that Guy had ever considered that a theory with much weight to it; he'd taken the threat seriously from the beginning), Guy felt even more urgent about taking care of Claude and Anise's sickness. He was torn between telling them about Edgar's experience and keeping it to himself. He didn't want to scare them, but he also wanted to emphasize just how little time they might have. Then again, didn't they both already know that?

When Landel listed the different places they could go for their free lunch shift, Guy immediately homed in on the courtyard. Those leaves that he and Claude had found last night -- was it possible there was more of them in there? The greenhouse certainly had a large variety of plants to choose from.

Guy didn't remember the specific shape or details of the leaf that well, but he figured he could take a look around and see if something jogged his memory. Which was how he ended up wandering through the different aisles of the greenhouse with his sack lunch in hand, studying each plant with a surprising amount of patience.

One good thing that had come out of the day was that he'd gotten into contact with a few healers. But Guy didn't want to rely on just that. If there was anything else he could find to help his friends, then he would keep looking until he did. It was frustrating since he had no idea if he was even on the right track, but he had to start somewhere.

[For Lloyd.]

[envy_the_sinners]

For once, Scar was willing to listen to his nurse and make his way out into the greenhouse. He was in desperate need of a change of atmosphere. It had not been since the trip into town that the Ishbalan had left the wretched main building. Perhaps the greenhouse's air was far from fresh, but the heavy humidity was somehow more enjoyable than the frustratingly sterile interior of the Institute.

Scar settled onto a bench somewhat stiffly, still favoring his lingering injuries. They were healing, though, at a nearly alarming rate. He wasn't going to complain about that detail.

He leaned back, thoughts beginning to circle now that he was alone once again. What Scar really needed was something engaging to think on to distract himself from this foolishness. But there was very little that ever managed to keep Scar's attention for long, anyway.

[Murph!]

[awokentospring]

At last, he was allowed outside! Oh, the springtime of his youth was in full bloom, no doubt about it! Even with his right arm in a sling, Lee felt he could take the world on such a bright, brilliantly sunny day! His first thought was to enter the courtyard and take in the delicious fresh air, but the sight of the greenhouse distracted him. He did have a few things he needed to pick up for his doctor friend, and then there was still the possibility of smoothies in the future.

After checking around the courtyard to be sure he wasn't completely missing someone important (like Sasuke), he headed on into the glass building with his lunch in hand. The atmosphere was somewhat steamy, but considering the chill in the air outside it was definitely necessary. Lee smiled as he fell into pace behind another wandering patient, carefully scoping out the plantlife as he dug into his sandwich. The was only one other couple in the place, and they seemed already to be engaged in conversation. Lee hoped this stranger wouldn't mind a little talk themself.

"Good afternoon, sir!" Lee stepped up his pace, coming up next to the wander young man. "I do hope today has been treating you well, despite the circumstances!" And last, but not least, Lee offered him a huge grin. It was all part and parcel of being Rock Lee.

[unpriest]

The nurse was rather insisted on keeping Seishin out of the library today, thinking he should be socializing instead of 'keeping his nose in books all the time'. As much as the comment disgruntled him, the former priest had no choice but to resign and he passively followed the nurse into the green house.

Like his previous visit, he began to wander idly through the green house. He had never been good at growing things -- the only things they had cultivated in Sotoba were the fir trees used in items of Death, and their priest had no business attending to something like that -- so he was probably better off not touching anything.

[Flora~]