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redcladidealist ([personal profile] redcladidealist) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2013-02-25 07:31 am

Day 69: Sun Room (3rd Shift)

Tomatoes in both choices. Lloyd's face fell the moment he heard the announcement, and with a groan he let his forehead thunk against the table in the Sun Room. He couldn't even ask if he could have a sandwich made without tomatoes in it. The lunches were already made, his nurse holding one of each in her hands. Unhappily, he accepted the one that had meat. Maybe something could be salvaged from it.

Ignoring his nurse's cheerful parting words to enjoy his meal, the teen waited until she'd stepped away before he took his lunch out of the bag and started picking it apart - only to freeze, heart pounding unevenly. A deep, rattling breath had just- Lloyd didn't even finish the thought. Something was here! He whipped around, not even sure how he was going to defend himself. The only thing he had was one of those plastic spoon-forks, and if he was up against that same thing they'd run from last night-

There was nothing. Nothing but nurses and patients passing by. Not even any cats. No one else looked like they'd even heard anything. Lloyd's eyes darted around, but still nothing showed up.

Come on, I know I heard it...

[For Ed and Al!]
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[personal profile] overlimit 2013-02-26 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Great. So both Rita and Taura were in some part responsible for Goku’s death. During the years she lived in solitude, Rita had convinced herself that every friendship inevitably ended in some kind of betrayal. She just never thought she’d be on the ‘betrayer’ side of that arrangement.

Rita knew it wasn’t her fault for not recognizing the kid. But after all that time Landel spent trying to goad the patients into killing one another, she couldn’t help but mentally kick herself for having done just what the bastard wanted.

Regardless, there wasn’t much Rita could do at this point, but she was going to do what little she could. Now that she’d worked out how last night’s events came to be, it was up to her to inform the other patients, in case that kid had any other friends worrying about him. She jotted down a brief note for the bulletin, then picked a chair at random and seated herself in it. Retrieving a sandwich from her lunch bag, she started eating.

[Yuri!]
Edited 2013-02-26 00:08 (UTC)
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[personal profile] fullmetalheart 2013-02-26 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Ed slept through the announcement of the change of shifts and had to be shaken awake by a nurse.

"Wha?" he said groggily as he opened his eyes.

"Time for lunch, David," she said as she gave him a bag. "There's two choices, but since you slept through the announcement, I picked for you."

Ed took the bag he was given with a sleepy grumble and sat up carefully, aware of his brother on the floor.
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[personal profile] dividedby 2013-02-26 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Although his nurse had made a huge deal about stretching his muscles to a healthy extent, Zero had spent most of the day so far sitting. Sitting on his bed, sitting in the cafeteria, sitting on a couch here in the Sun Room...it made him feel unhappily lazy, but sitting was admittedly more preferable than moving about when his major injury was so hypersensitive to pressure. (Unfortunately, sitting also meant the nurse had an excuse to keep him company when he was otherwise alone...but obviously he was trying to get around that whenever possible.)

Lunchtime gave him yet another excuse to sit around, though at least this time the excuse was understandable. Once again, he let the nurse choose his lunch since he had no idea what either of his options were; she came back with the 'grilled mushroom something sandwich'. Fair enough.

Quietly, he started on his sandwich as the nurse, who was still standing nearby, decided to do something quite shocking. "I need to check on something with the other nurses," she suddenly said, "so stay here and be good, okay? I'll check on you after lunch." And then just like that, she walked off. She...walked off? She wasn't going to bother him at all this shift? Really?

... Zero's mood had just jumped from 'vaguely annoyed' to 'nicely calm'.

And yet he still continued to sit and eat quietly, despite his new-found 'freedom'. (What? It wasn't like he could do much else...)

[Aigis!]
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[personal profile] gald_digger 2013-02-27 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
So far, this day was turning out pretty good, all things considered. Anise was feeling healthy and energetic again, she'd had a chance to catch up with Ilia, she even heard from Barnaby after fearing the worst for him, and most recently... the packed lunches had undergone a serious upgrade. Both of the choices sounded delicious, but in the end, she went with the BLT. She wasn't even sure what that stood for, but it smelled amazing.

The only thing this day still needed was for Anise to hear from Luke and Claude. She tried not to worry too much, but each time she stopped to read the bulletin, she made sure to check Guy's note for replies. There weren't any so far, though.

Well, she was going to have to put that worry aside for now. Maybe she'd go looking for them next shift. For now, she had a promise to keep! Anise hadn't forgotten how she agreed to share her maps with Daken yesterday. She made sure to grab her notebook, the maps tucked safely inside, and brought them with her to the Sun Room. She sat down in a space with a few chairs surrounding a coffee table. That would give them space for eating and for copying information.

Now she just had to wait, and hope that the new guy hadn't gotten himself killed already. In any case, it wouldn't hurt to start eating without him. Setting the notebook and lunch bag on the table, Anise took out the sandwich and decided to get a head start on lunch.

[Daken!]
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[personal profile] idolism 2013-02-28 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe it was a good thing that Aidou had slept late that morning; he had gotten to skip the whole affair of eating breakfast in the cafeteria, and he'd missed seeing the specimen of poor hygiene sharing his cell. Some things were better missed.

Nonetheless, the day still felt long. Aidou retreated to the Sun Room to set up his usual watch over the bulletin board, lunch in tow. Try as he might, he was unable to suppress a yawn. Was this what repeated failures did to a person? Sapped their energy? Made them complacent?

Life had been far happier when he'd been ignorant of such frustrations.