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Anise Tatlin ([personal profile] gald_digger) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2013-04-10 04:53 pm
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Day 70: Bus 2

As usual, night had ended too damn early. Anise really wanted to see what was at the end of that tunnel! But on the bright side, it sounded like she and her friends could get back there easily.

Actually, maybe it was a good thing that they got interrupted when they did. Today was a field trip day; it'd give them a chance to stock up on any tools or supplies they might need for their venture into the unknown. Anise just hoped the Head Doctor wasn't going to interfere with them going back, now that they were so close...

The outfit selected for Anise that day was a little colorless for her tastes, but the style was cute enough to satisfy her. There was a long, striped sweater with a hood. Two long flaps dangled down from the hood, resembling the floppy ears of a rappig. She fidgeted with them as she was led aboard one of the buses. It looked like she was the first on this bus, so she went ahead and sat down in a window seat.

With little else to do at the moment, she took the blueberry muffin from her paper bag and started breaking off tiny bits with her fingers to eat.

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[personal profile] nobleman 2013-04-10 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Waking up this time around was a matter of mixed feelings. On the one hand, Guy really would have preferred to not get cut off when they'd finally been getting somewhere down in the caverns. Not that that tunnel would have necessarily held anything good for them, but the curiosity was almost too much. On the other hand, though, when he woke up he had his sense of touch back. He could feel the mattress under him, the sheets rubbing against his skin, his eyelids fluttering open and closed.

That wasn't a sense he would necessarily give up again so easily. If they even had to bother with a toll again, and it didn't seem like it based on what that skeleton had said, then he was probably going to give up his voice. It might be a pain to write everything down, but at least he would have been able to feel his own feet.

Guy had almost forgotten that today was the Doyleton trip. Honestly, part of him just wanted to get through the day as quickly as possible so that night could come around again and they could make some real progress. Not that the town didn't have things of interest in it, and Guy was particularly curious about the mention of a new store. Either way, he was quick to change into the clothes that a nurse brought him: a loose, striped shirt and some blue jeans. It wasn't really his style, but there was no point in complaining.

Sack lunch in hand, Guy headed outside and boarded one of the buses, and he immediately spotted Anise. They'd only just seen each other, but there was nothing wrong with checking in before the trip started, right? Guy moved over to her with a smile, taking the seat behind her so that they could talk easily without there being any mishaps.

Though that did remind him of how he'd been able to make contact with Anise last night without any ill effects. That had probably been the only good thing about losing his sense of touch, though in the end that didn't make it worth it. Guy looked Anise over and smiled slightly. "I don't really like when things end like that, but we can at least try again tonight." Overall, it was just good to see Anise eating and looking healthy. The relief from his friends being cured hadn't quite worn off yet.
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[personal profile] armoredsoul 2013-04-10 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Al woke up feeling much more accomplished than he had the previous two nights. Even if Scar had been injured, they'd gotten a good amount of supplies to better arm themselves in the future.

Especially poor Scar. Those scalpels weren't going to do much of anything against things like those bird-chimera!

He was surprised to find out everyone was being taken to the town--was there a chance of escape? But even so, Al had no idea where they were, or if it was even possible to get back to Amestris on their own. He supposed he could ask one of the others on the bus ride.

He chose his clothes from the options fairly quickly--jeans, a long sleeved shirt, and a hooded jacket in case it got too cold out. The coupons and card were a bit of a surprise (how was money supposed to be stored on a tiny card like this?) but a welcome one. They might be able to get more supplies from the shops--or if he felt like being a little selfish, a book for during the day.

Alphonse followed his nurse out to the bus and climbed in. The seats at least looked more comfortable than a lot of the trains he and Edward had ridden in the past, and Al slipped into one of the many empty seats by a window to see what his breakfast was for today.

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[personal profile] seekingmystrength 2013-04-12 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
With the week coming around again, Kurogane had no intention of enjoying the trip to town any more than he had the previous week. He might have tried to say that he was still ill to avoid the hassle that was sure to be another unexpected trip, however he couldn't have pulled that off by this point. The only traces remaining of the illness were what red patches had given some color to the scar on his shoulder. Besides that, he felt fine. Annoyed as hell, but fine.

He pulled at the old clothes given to him, confused for once by what he'd been given. The items fit well enough, but the nurse had usually gotten him dark clothes. The yellow tee, however faded, was bright enough to remind him of the smiley face he'd had to wear for so long.

Keeping a stronger glare than even his average, he got onto the bus he was taken to and got as far away from the nurses as he was able. He slumped into a back seat and looked out a window to the other buses, remembering something. It'll be his first time to the town...

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[personal profile] envy_the_sinners 2013-04-13 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Scar awoke to the sensation of stitches and bandages pulling at the gash down his arm. It was Saturday, which meant that they would be dragged into the town again. He was in those uncomfortable pants and shirt again and being herded onto the bus with the rest of them.

At least he had picked the bus with Alphonse on it. He wanted to keep an eye on the others after the fiasco last week.

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