Day 25: Sun Room (Fourth Shift)

[whiteychan.livejournal.com]

The concept of gardening in the greenhouse was not one that Hitsugaya was particularly fond of. It was likely exceptionally warm inside, whereas the young captain had a preference for cold climates. He also needed to make himself available for anyone who happened to want to speak with him. The sun room overall seemed the best choice.

As a warm and cheerful nurse led him into the sunroom, he glanced around. At the moment he was the first one there, which was good, as it meant he could keep an eye out for one of the many individuals who had expressed curiosity about the 'arts and crafts' division. It also meant he could watch out for Omi or this Hellsing woman. He excused himself from the nurse and proceeded to a seat that gave him a good view of the entrance. If not for the fact that he was being held here against his will, he might have felt happy. Real rice. He hadn't had time to eat as much as he had hoped, what with his meeting with Mustang, but he still ate a lot more than he'd had the opportunity previously. Even Momo seemed to be acting more like normal.

As unpleasant as the day had begun, it was turning out to be a good day.

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[prisonerofdeath.livejournal.com]

Having seen the notice on the bulletin board Fox went to the sunroom instead of heading out to deal with the plants. Gardening had never seemed particularly interesting, and he would much rather stay inside than do that in a crowded, hot, greenhouse.

Thankfully, one of the men he needed to meet had already arrived, as he made his way over he couldn't help but feel Renji's description had been very accurate. He did look like a kid.

"Captain Hitsugaya?"

[whiteychan.livejournal.com]

Hitsugaya stood and looked up at the tall man who approached him, then bowed slightly. He didn't recognize the man from the descriptions, but a great many individuals who had wished to speak with him did not give clear details of what they looked like. "That is correct," he answered. "10th Captain Hitsugaya Toshiro of the Gotei 13, and now captain of the arts and crafts division at landel's institute." He couldn't get past how silly the last element sounded, but it was an unfortunate necessity if they wanted to keep things private.

He waited politely for the other man to introduce himself.

[rope-victim.livejournal.com]

The change of shift meant that she could politely escape Chase's company, and Miku made her way back to the Sun Room, after a short change to have her arm freshly bandaged. Now it ached more than ever.

The ache was quickly forgotten as she walked into the Sun Room and spotted Fox and another boy with white hair. Almost peevishly, pressure built in the back of her head, a red light of 'RUN AWAY, STUPID!' Miku covered her wounded arm and walked (a little too quickly) to a couch near them and tucked away in a corner, where she laid down and draped her good arm over the edge, palm up and fingers curled in.

She might not be able to rest, but she could seem like it.

[entrust-to-few.livejournal.com]

The conversation he shared with Gabranth proved to be quite... 'interesting' to say the least, and Larsa only found himself utterly confused by the time he was ushered out of the Cafeteria. Yet instead of leading him to the Greenhouse, the nurse kindly escorted him to the Sun Room, as digging with one arm and holding an ice pack with the other wasn't what she quite had in mind.

Larsa bid his nurse farewell before taking a general sweep across the room for anyone familiar. It was no surprise that he'd catch sight of two redheads talking enthusiastically with one another near the bulletin board, and smiled when he found it to be his two good friends. T'would appear rude if he stepped in now, so continued his search for another familiar should.

It wasn't long before he spotted someone else curled up in the corner and made a beeline towards her direction, stopping when he reached Miku and gave a curt bow.

"Good Evening," Larsa smiled, shifting the ice pack on his eye as he straightened himself. "Would it be a bother if I joined you?"

[radiant-howl.livejournal.com]

Plants... Luke was never really good at gardening. He remembered ripping through Pere's gardens when he was younger - the old man never said anything, only smiled and replanted them. Luke didn't feel bad back then; he certainly did now. Needless to say, Luke didn't feel like trying to plant anything.

Besides, he had to go and find Asch to ask him about the Gels. No point in trying to find ingredients if he didn't even know what they were, right? But it seemed that he left a little too early; the Sun Room looked empty so far, save for a few people. And no Asch.

Or anyone else he knew, for that matter. Luke sat down on a nearby couch, watching the door in case anyone he knew came by...

... Except it was boring just waiting around. He was getting restless and it was only a minute since he got there! With nothing else to do, Luke went over to the bulletin board, looking over the messages in case someone posted something useful.

[heartcrown.livejournal.com]

Lunch had been amusing, to say the least. Having met Demyx as well as seeing Axel at lunch had been fun and all, but oh, also tiring! It was like she had forgotten what it was like to have fun. Now that she thought about it, it did seem like a while since she was able to just relax and laugh.

Strolling into the sunroom now, Kairi bid farewell to her nurse once again and looked around. The room looked seemingly empty, much to her surprise ... no Sora or Riku anywhere. Of course, she was much more worried about the latter person ... she liked her privacy, thank you very much!

Looking towards the bulletin board, she wondered if anything interesting had been posted during lunch. Moving towards the wall, she looked up to the red haired boy who was also checking out what was written, and she looked up to him with a happy smile. "Hello."

At least she hadn't forgotten how to be friendly.

[lost-metal.livejournal.com]

Ed did not have particularly green fingers. Even he would admit that (which was often quite a feat). He knew a lot of their uses and their properties, sensei had insisted on it, but growing them was not particularly his thing. If Russell or Fletcher were here though, he was sure they'd have been in the greenhouse like a shot.

Instead he wandered into the Sun Room after he left Tamaki, thinking about maybe having a nap, or finding Hughes or Mustang. He'd put a notice up on the bulletin, but it seemed kind of risky. He flopped down on one of the couches, kicking off his slippers and leaning back against the arm.

[clockworkblond.livejournal.com]

It took Alfons quite a bit longer to limp to the Sun Room. Even though his lunch with Maes had heartened the boy a great deal, that didn't mean that his body was healing any faster than normal. The wounds from those claws and teeth still ached a great deal, and that combined with his newly-harmed lungs made him feel even slower than usual.

Therefore, Ed was already settled in Alfons's designated couch by the time the German returned... and despite this, Alfons only smiled, a faint blush appearing on his fair cheeks. Ed had sacked out so many times in Munich, and yet this time he was doing it with his metal foot clear for anyone to look at. Vintage Edward, that.

The words died in Alfons's throat, and all he could manage was a quiet and somewhat embarrassed, "Er..."

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

Kenshin had no idea what a "green house" was. Was it a house painted green? And why would they send people out there? The idea thoroughly confused him.

Because of this, rather than let his curiosity get the better of him, the rurouni opted to spend another shift in the glass-ceilinged (and aptly named) "Sun Room." It was warm there, and the overstuffed couches were pleasant enough. Good enough for another nap, at least. If there were going to be running around all night tonight like they had yesterday, he was going to need to save his strength.

[grosse-sklaven.livejournal.com]

Lunch had passed entirely uneventfully for Adelheid Bernstein, and for that he was tremendously grateful. He needed to sit down and rest for a second, collect his thoughts and somehow piece things together. And prepare himself for the ordeal of alchemy ahead, too.

But for now, he had to talk with someone who had raised an interesting point earlier. Kenshin, the wandering man-slayer... he'd turned his back on that life and requested a weapon that couldn't cut. Adelheid was still planning on making it, naturally, but that had raised an interesting question or three. And who knew? Maybe, if there was hope for Kenshin, there was hope for Adelheid. Hope was something that was desperately needed, after all.

That was why the boy had strolled up to Kenshin rather quietly, waiting for a moment before speaking up. "Pardon me, Mr. Himura," he politely began, "but can I speak with you for a moment?"

[burningdigisoul.livejournal.com]

After that conversation, Masaru wasn't in much of a mood to be doing much of anything, let alone gardening. After some complaining to the nurse, he was lead to the Sun Room, which sounded a hell of a lot better. He did see Luke and that girl he'd met earlier, but for now, he'd rather have some time to himself.

He sprawled himself out on a conveniently unoccupied couch and turned his gaze to the windows. In the back of his mind, he had to admit, this was pretty relaxing, even if he'd rather be outside and without any other people around.

"Honestly... what the hell is that guy thinking?" Masaru muttered to himself.

[angels-inflight.livejournal.com]

Naminé remembered the last time she had gone out into the recreation field; she met a nice boy, Rock Lee... and Larxene. Needless to say, she wasn't too keen on going back. She was actually feeling tired; it was time for her to rest in the Sun Room.

The room had a few patients, but not a lot, and none too loud. Naminé scanned the room quickly just to see if anyone she knew was there. There was Kairi, but she was speaking to a red haired boy. So rest it was.

Her favorite couch, however, had someone else already there. Another redhaired boy, though his hair was darker. He also seemed rather upset, though maybe he was just resting as well.

Naminé sat down next to him, but she really couldn't help but feel that there was something wrong with this boy. Had someone upset him? Maybe he was new. She felt compelled to try and help out. At least asking him if he was alright wouldn't hurt... she hoped.

"Are you alright?" She softly asked the boy. "I'm sorry, you just seem upset... I was wondering if there was anything I could do to help."

[seizethesun.livejournal.com]

She'd been among the first few patients to enter the Cafeteria, but the mere sight of Farfarello soon changed that; the plan to barricade herself behind a pile of food was thwarted, the assassin having arrived earlier. Turning on her heel and crashing into her nurse, Fuu (subsequent to a hasty apology) hurriedly blurted out some random excuse about a stomach ache and needing to lie down. She didn't offer the nurse much of a chance to check temperature et cetera as she practically bolted to F6.

Whatever. It wasn't like she was that hungry, anyway...

Admittedly, scampering around alike to a scared mouse was starting to get old. Like the nurses'd let him tear her to pieces, as he'd affirmed. That freak. She'd show him...

Out of foolish defiance, she sulkily chose a seat in the Sun Room. Maybe Ashton would be there... though she could always leave him a note on the board about her anxieties.

[rubbermancan.livejournal.com]

Today was a great day! There was nothing like meeting an old friend and having a game of soccer to top it off. All Luffy needed now was a nice nap!

Still, Luffy could be a creature of habit when it came to his nap spots, and he couldn't help but notice some girl sitting in the place he normally slept. The pirate approached her from behind (though he wasn't terribly sneaky to begin with), and he braced his hands on the back of the seat. Standing on his tip-toes, he curved his back over and stretched his rubbery neck just enough to where he could peer at the girl from upside down, his wide-eyed gaze staring into her eyes.

"Hi there!" he chirped cheerfully, and he gave an unnaturally wide smile.

[thehellismycar.livejournal.com]

The conversation at lunch had, to some extent, worn him down. Either because of the topic, or it prevented him from consuming necessary nutrients. Thank God for the Sun Room alternative – he didn't fancy the idea of scraping up plants, especially in that heat a Greenhouse usually synchronised with flora growth. He put forth demands to his nurse about wanting a friggin' shower, but she seemed to believe the schedule was tight and wouldn't allow it.

So, no holds barred, he went and spilled the leftover contents of his tray (which was essentially a whole lunch's worth) over his uniform, sprinkling some rice on his hair for effect. The employee suspected this was premeditated, even at a distance (made fairly obvious by the mocking grin on his face as he exclaimed "oops!"), and steered him begrudgingly to the shower room for a ten-second wash.

Pleased by his exploit of the day, the hunter now appeared to be in a brighter mood. His damp hair was in a disheveled state, as though a towel had more or less attacked it. Dean cast a glance about the room (still hadn't found the woman with dark hair...) and occupied a seat. He was sort of planning to nap this shift away. Wait and see in case a familiar face arrived.

[1imited-edition.livejournal.com]

Reinforce had intended to head for the recreation field, but a certain bobbing pink ponytail had made her think twice about it. She put Signum on edge so much it seemed wiser not to follow, and she knew her former knight probably needed the chance to exert herself more than Reinforce did.

So instead she'd headed to the Sun Room, pleased enough to catch up with or meet fellow prisoners and keep an eye out for opportunities to be productive. One had quickly presented itself in the form of Dean, alone and looking slightly moist for some reason.

Ah, with this one things were a little more complicated than she was used to. A good thing in the sense that was she was 'used to' was mostly killing people, of course, but that wasn't the end of it. He seemed to have some issue with nonhumans... so she'd be best served by learning what exactly it was.

And... perhaps an apology was in order for her deception on the board. It had been fun, but omission was a kind of dishonesty.

[forgot-my-life.livejournal.com]

Again with the Sun Room. Takaya growled ineffectually at the nurse that led him into the room and sat him down. They seemed to be getting used to his behavior, but weren't really doing anything about it. Maybe they thought that if they didn't react to his cursing and aggressiveness, it would go away.

He wasn't a fucking child. So, when she asked him if he was comfortable, Takaya grinned up at her voice and told her that she could fuck off and die. There was a moment of silence and then he heard her leave.

Good. He crossed his arms and sulked. Not that he wanted to go out and play in the fucking dirt or anything... but a chance to do something other than sit around all day might have been welcome.

[youthfulrocklee.livejournal.com]

The truth of the matter was that Lee wanted to go work in the gardens. He loved the idea of doing something with his hands that had nothing to do with bandaging his injured friends or trying to defend himself.

However, Lee knew that it was probably not a good idea to do too much this day considering that his wounds were aching a bit. Tonight, he would need as much strength as possible.

So he made his way to the Sun Room instead, accompanying Relena. Apparently she was not too keen on the idea of playing outside. Pity he could not have been out longer to train...

Lee sighed as he sat down, feeling the skin stretch. Despite the pain, he felt invigorated. It did not matter that he felt almost as if he was at sea without a lifejacket; he would face anything!

[queenpeacecraft.livejournal.com]

"You didn't have to escort me, Lee," Relena offered. As grateful as she was, she also felt a bit guity and selfish for making him come along. Sure, she wanted a friendly face to stick with, but Lee was also very kind. He reminded her of Quatre.

Settling into the couch beside Lee, she tried to remain calm. The revelations from her therapy session still bothered her, but as long as she remembered that the staff were trying to impose their reality on her, she would be fine. She would make sure of it.

Relena looked over at her companion. "If you don't mind my asking, what was your home like?" Perhaps focusing on the good things in their life would help both of them feel better about being in this...place.

[fuyunohanabi.livejournal.com]

It was a rather subdued Rangiku who entered the Sun Room after lunch. Gin had given her a lot to think about with his explanation, after all and she still wasn't entirely sure what to think. Complete hypnosis. It had kept Aizen's treachery entirely hidden from even the most powerful shinigami for so long, was it really such a stretch to believe that it could be used to force someone to serve him? And the worst was, she didn't think it would even change anything if the others knew.

She forced a smile as she walked past Hitsugaya, waving at him and then going to sprawl on one of the couches. She'd talk to him when he was finished, tell him what they'd found last night.

[whiteychan.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/143962.html?thread=9732186#t9732186)]

It was entirely unsurprising that Matsumoto was sprawled in the position she was in. He half expected her to be asleep. It seemed like his Vice Captain spent more time dozing than awake at times. Still, it was good to see her. He had been so busy interacting with others that he had very little opportunity to talk to any of the other shinigami, Rangiku the least.

"Matsumoto," he said as he quietly approached. His expression was stern, as usual. "I'm ready for your report."

He remained standing for the moment, waiting for her response.

[reunion.livejournal.com]

Ahh, the Sun Room. It was arguably Kadaj's favorite place at Landel's to spend his time at, and since the other option at this time was to root around in the dirt and spend time around a bunch of flowers, he naturally decided to pay this room another visit instead.

He was immediately pleased to see that the more annoying people at the institute were absent when he arrived (excluding Tamaki, of course), and after silently congratulating himself on his decision to come here, he found a place to sit and relax as he waited for time to pass. Not exactly the most exciting way to spend his afternoon, but the day so far had been so uneventful that he didn't expect anything else to happen until night had fallen. He'd need to visit this room again once that had happened, and although he had a few reservations about fighting River again after what had happened last time, it was still something he was looking forward to. Nothing to do now but wait.

[deathinvitation.livejournal.com]

Kadaj shouldn't have been thankful so quickly. There was a thing called Murphy's Law that was currently cackling with laughter at the remnant.

Although the ringing of bootheels was absent (and oh how Sephiroth missed his boots with these slipper things) Sephiroth drew up alongside the remnant. He didn't say anything at first, merely studied Kadaj with a thoughtful air. Whatever was on his mind manifested on his face only in a slight narrowing of his catlike eyes as he stood there.

When he finally did speak, there was only a tone of mild curiosity to his voice than anything. Chances were that he had completely missed the whole thing with the bulletin board.

"Hello Kadaj."

[norainu]

Renji was a late arrival; he came in leaning heavily against an orderly, which was no surprise, since he looked like hell. Pale, both of his eyes still bloody, and with a small amount of dried blood still crusted on his nose and lips. The orderly helped him lay down on a couch; he seemed perfectly content to lay on his back with his eyes closed.

[rope-victim.livejournal.com]

[[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/143962.html?thread=9747290#t9747290)]]

Miku found her way to Renji's couch quite easily, the ghost stories still fresh in her mind. Abarai-san scared her, but... with him so pale and helpless she still concerned herself. Doing her darndest not to disturb him, she knelt next to the red-haired man on the floor by the couch.

"Abarai-san... what happened to you...?" His spiritual sense was weak, but she easily attributed it to her abilities beginning to fade for the night.

[madvampireking.livejournal.com]

Alucard was starting to get a little annoyed at how the nurses seemed to come in, and shuffle them off to new locations everytime he wanted to just sit down and talk. Again, he refused being brought to the greenhouse, and opted returning to the sun room.

Already in a lazy mood to begin with, he picked a nice corner, and with his unnaturally lanky frame sprawled across the floor, he tried to take a nap.

[0bnoxious.livejournal.com]

Albel didn't look forward to such a stupid, trivial and especially boring activity such as gardening. Thankfully, the Sun Room was another option. Even though the latter wasn't a source of excitement either, at least the Elicoorian didn't have to dig into the dirt with his bare hand.

Plus, those stupid plants would end up in pieces anyway, mainly because of a certain captain's impatience.

It was pretty late when he entered the lounge. He plopped down on a random chair, waiting for this stupid shift to be over.

[somber-secret.livejournal.com]

Once again, Hisoka found himself in the Sun Room. As extremely dull this room was and regardless of his mood, there was no way in hell he was going to go play in the dirt provided to them. So rather than be the good little patient and follow his nurse like a lamb to the slaughter, Hisoka managed to convince his nurse to take him to the Sun Room instead.

The boy scowled as he seated himself against a wall, unwilling to seat himself on an otherwise occupied couch, and without any further ado, closed his eyes with a small sigh. Perhaps he could get a bit of rest now before nightshift arrived.

[sasuke-of-sound.livejournal.com]

Sasuke had decided to grab seconds at the last minute, winding up among the last to make it out of the cafeteria in the end. He needed the energy after dealing with his team, he figured, and his nurse looked delighted to see him eating.

She was less delighted when he decided to go to the Sun Room apparently on the basis of the fact that she had suggested the Greenhouse ("You should spend more time with other boys your age, Sean!").

A glance around revealed several people of interest, but no one free. Alucard was there, but Sasuke wanted to have more solidity behind any proposal put to that particular vampire, mostly because it would be easier to bypass Aidou's inevitable bitching. And right now, with only a nascent network, he didn't have that.

It looked like a quiet shift, then. Finding a relatively empty spot, Sasuke started to move through kata, choosing his more unobtrusive and subtle movements.

[rope-victim.livejournal.com]

[[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/143962.html?thread=9793114#t9793114)]]

Miku nodded and walked from Byakko to the bulletin board. Funny... this note here... it didn't look right. The writing was definitely Abarai-san's, but it was all skewed.

The photographer finished her note (http://community.livejournal.com/damned_bulletin/68982.html) and then sidled over to check out Renji's. Reaching up to smooth the paper, it happened.

There were images, god awful, sickening images, and Miku stared at the light haired doctor in the black and white memory. He stared, cruelly, coldly, back at her, and looked down at his victim.

Renji.

The acts he performed sickened her, and Renji -- Renji tried to fight back.

Gods, make me a stone.

As quickly as the memory began, it ended, sucking from Miku all her color, leaving her white as one of the stiff, starched sheets on the beds in the patients' rooms.

Miku's voice was hardly audible, mouth working overtime, but repeating one word over and over.

"Help, help, help, help, help, help, help..."

And then, like all good overloaded mediums, darkness came, and Miku crumpled.

[catsandsaucers.livejournal.com]

[From same place as Miku]

Byakko had taken a moment to stretch and preen his hair while Miku went to post on the bulletin. He just happened to glance over for a second and saw the colour drain from her face, the girl's eyes widening in what looked like shock.

Within a second he was on his feet, dashing over to her side. He wasn't quite fast enough to stop her from collapsing, but managed to catch her shoulders and stop her head connecting with the floor. He knelt down, cradling her head in his lap while he looked around frantically for someone to help. He wasn't even sure if he could trust the nurses not to make things worse.

He stroked Miku's hair gently, checking her pulse and feeling her clammy forehead. Not good. What had happened? She'd just been looking at the bulletin!

He closed his eyes, reaching out and calling the wind to himself. It took more effort than it should have, but eventually he managed to create a small cool breeze to himself, letting it brush over Miku's face.

[truthisntsimple.livejournal.com]

Severus found himself unceremoniously brought to the sun room, despite his protests. He couldn't believe he had actually requested pain relief formula for his migraine. Admitting, even by inference, that he was vulnerable. Curse Merlin and all the four Founders for his own idiocy.

And that bloody nurse was still staring at him, waiting for him to take the pills in the little paper cup. Oh hell.

For the first time since he had arrived he was ready to admit temporary defeat. Not to mention the room was starting to get fuzzy around the edges due to pain. He was probably dehydrated, he mused to himself as the pills began to take hold. And malnourished, which was not anything new. And stressed...

He was asleep in the corner before the nurse had even left the room.