Day 26: Cafeteria, Lunch

[right-handed.livejournal.com]

Scar felt cold and sick, though more the latter than the former. As he rose from his bed, he didn't quite know which way was up, and the artificial light coming from overhead seemed as hot and as blinding as the Ishbal sun.

His head hurt, but that was nothing new. After all, the last thing he remembered from the night before was fighting a homunculus off of Lust and then having a conversation about events best left forgotten. The man hadn't been his brother. He just hadn't. And if what Lust had said they'd done to her was true...

Scar stood with shakiness that he wanted to attribute more to a bizarrely weakened physical state than a mental one. Had he been knocked out by some kind of lurking monster before the morning had come? He felt as if he had been out for days, being a veteran of such circumstances, though as he took the practiced role of being an obedient follower behind the nurse and orderlies that came for him, it didn't seem as if much had changed.

This place was probably just playing tricks on him again, and he was tired of being the man left out of the loop. He grabbed some food he didn't really care for and sat down, not seeing anyone he knew already seated. On one hand, he wished he had someone to talk to, and on the other, it scared him that he was no longer used to being alone.

He dug his fork into his food and tried to block out any related thought.

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[mylackofeffort.livejournal.com]

[thread meant for Duo]

Quatre entered the cafeteria with a small frown of worry on his lips. He sat close to the door, without even thinking about food. He wasn't in the mood for food. The smell of it kind of made him feel sick.

He watched the door and because of this didn't notice Relena. If he had it would have given him a heart attack to see her there. She was needed for the world to thrive and it didn't do for her to be in a place like this.

He needed to think of a plan. He had no idea where he was or what they wanted from him. So far it had seemed like a perfectly normal hospital, but when he prodded his nurse about it he had been told it was a mental hospital. The war had been hard on him, as it had for most people, but lately he had been in completely awareness of his surroundings. There was no need for him to be in such a hospital and there was no way that Rasid would have allowed him to be in such a place without some sort of explanation.

It had to be a trick. A cover up for a prison. Meant to confuse him. Still... it was a possibility that the nurses didn't realize what was going on and he didn't want to hurt innocent women and men.

He needed someone to discuss this with. Someone he could trust.

[deathneverlies.livejournal.com]

When lunchtime rolled around, Duo passively allowed the nurse to lead him into the cafeteria. Normally, he'd make a pass at her in an attempt to gain her favor, but his head was still spinning from the things Relena had told him. He felt numb and out-of-place, like he was in some kind of dream. Maybe he was still dreaming... But if he was, this dream was too long and too damn weird, and he wanted to wake up. Now.

The pilot hovered by the door, scanning the room while the nurse went to get him a tray. She seemed to sense that he wasn't feeling well, and had given him instructions to just find a place where he'd like to sit. Too bad that he couldn't even concentrate on the people he was looking at. There were too many things he should have asked Relena... About the war, how long it took, what happened to the other pilots... She would know if they were ok, right? If they survived? Maybe he should go ask...

His thoughts drifted back to his departure from Earth, Quatre's sacrifice to give them time to escape to outer space. Damn it, he hated not knowing what happened back there, if he was still alive or not. It bugged him that he never got a chance to pay Quatre back for his hospitality...

It didn't take long for Duo's mind to filter through this train of thought. Just long enough for his gaze to land and lock onto a familiar looking blond, sitting near the door. He looked older, yes, like Relena, and the weird outfits were deceiving to the eyes... But there was no mistaking him this time. Duo hurried over, trying to shake off that sudden, horrible feeling of hope mixed with doubt and fear.

"Quatre?" Had to make sure, even as his mind returned with a 'yes, you idiot, you don't need to ask, it's as clear as day'. His hopes were up, and damn it, he didn't want to be wrong.

[godhood.livejournal.com]

[Waiting for Arty and being stalked by L]

By the time lunch had rolled around, Light was ready to take back everything positive he'd ever said or thought about L. It was bad enough that the detective had been keeping an uncomfortably close eye on him while they were in the showers, but after what he'd been asked to post on the bulletin board...

Damn him! I knew he was going to latch on to the "fictional character" idea. If I'd just been a little bit faster-- Light mentally shook his head and ended that thought before he could become anymore incensed than he already was. He'd initially thought he'd be able to preempt L's efforts to confirm the idea by posting something to bulletin that both made it clear who he was and that he'd kill whoever opened their mouth (while still conveying the right amount of innocent curiosity over the matter, of course), but he hadn't made it in time.

As if reading his mind, L had told him to draw as accurately as he could the letter the detective was known for and post it for people, just to see what their reactions were. If they knew what it was, he and Light would be able to discern as much from what they wrote in reply. L would also be observing everything he wrote back to them, which meant (even if it hadn't been said) that Light couldn't slip in any messages for them to shut the hell up because he was Kira and would kill them if they let anything slip.

He missed his Death Note. Even if their deaths would put even more suspicion onto him, he was sure he'd be able to solve this if he could just get rid of them all somehow. Now he was trapped and he couldn't see any way out.

He was viciously pleased to find, however, that the lunch menu was entirely bereft of the sugary foods that L survived on, and after he'd gotten some of the spaghetti for himself and given his "friend" a sympathetic look, he went to go and find a seat. Maybe if he sat somewhere prominent enough, anyone who knew him as fictional would see him and know not to do anything? That just might work, especially since he could easily write it off as needing to be able to catch Artemis's attention when he walked in.

Decision made, he placed himself in an empty near the door and coolly surveyed the other patients, ostensibly looking for the "black hair and mismatched eyes" that identified his contact. That was what he'd tell L anyway, but really he was hoping to give out a silent warning. He might not have his Note, but he was still willing to eliminate those who opposed him in whatever way possible.

[byname-bynature.livejournal.com]

(Stomping in from here! (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/174104.html?thread=11477528#t11771160))

Damn the woman!

Artemis was all but gnashing his teeth as his bewildered nurse escorted him into the cafeteria. How could he, he, Artemis Fowl the Second lose at chess to someone who, until forty-five minutes ago, had never heard of the game?! It was preposterous. Unheard of.

"Thank you," He snapped at Nurse Hedgerow, taking his tray full of spaghetti, meatballs, and salad from her--a bit too roughly for her taste. She scowled at the boy and chastised him. Not that Artemis cared.

Standing at the front of the cafeteria, he scanned the tables, locking eyes with everyone he could. Surely this mysterious person would be looking for his strange eyes. He just needed some sort of recognition in the poster's face... then he'd know.

[bored-narrator.livejournal.com]

As Kyon entered the cafeteria for the second time that day, he couldn't shake off the feeling he'd felt all day of being trapped in some B horror movie. It might have either been the stark white of everything he saw from the walls and floors to most of the furnature in the place or it could have possibly the constant mention of monsters throughout the last night.

He barely registered getting his tray. He glanced and saw some kind of pasta that he didn't remember eating very often. After that he eyes the room. Hm. Haruhi didn't seem to be in here. Oh well, she was probably causing trouble or something, not his problem.

He settled for a table off to himself, maybe he could sit and think for a minute. He hadn't really been allowed that much since he'd gotten there.

The post he put up hadn't warrented any reply, so it would appear that him and Haruhi were the only ones that were here from their world. He wasn't exactly how to feel about that. He wanted to be terrified, but he knew that that wouldn't do anything to help. He needed to get into contact with Nagato. If anyone could help, it would have been her.

Not focusing on his food, a good bit of his pasta was starting to gather on the table in front of his tray.

[repolarization.livejournal.com]

Ginji's nurse wheeled him into the room. She settled his wheelchair close to where Kyon was 'eating'. She gave him his lunch and, after he thanked her, left.

Ginji noticed the mess that his table mate was making and leaned forward a little. "You know, food always tastes better if you don't feed it to the table," he said with a smile, trying to be helpful.

[be-my-tool.livejournal.com]

Zabuza walked into the room and looked around. He saw some people that he was meaning to talk to, though they seemed preoccupied and he wasn't sure he wanted to speak to more than one person at once. He also made sure that Haku was eating. Finally he grabbed some basic rations for himself and settled in the corner to eat.

He watched the rest of the room with a scowl.

[icy-demise.livejournal.com]

SubZero was still irritable from his shower, but the cold water still in his hair was somewhat nice. He did not like hot temperatures most of the time, and it was good to be pleasantly cool. He was dressed and dry aside from the water in his hair, and it wasn't turning into ice.

He sat down next to someone who looked like they probably didn't want to talk and ate his food quietly.

[uruz-vii.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/174104.html?thread=11473944#t11473944).]

The drugs had fully worn off now, and Sousuke was back to his usual, alert self.

...which meant that he had to do a bomb check under each of the tables in the cafeteria. He insisted that it was necessary, but his nurse--figuring that sedating him again was just a bit overboard--dragged him out from under the table by his ear.

She was also quite content to let Sousuke sit by himself, instead of helping him find a friend to sit with. He didn't mind. He was used to taking meals by himself. No problem.

Without another thought, Sousuke began eating his spaghetti and olive oil slowly. He couldn't see the point of poisoning it, but one never knew, really. At least he wasn't in any danger of choking--it would be hard to put foreign objects in spaghetti.

No problem at all.

[forgot-my-life.livejournal.com]

Takaya was in a bad mood and thought he had expressed this in a clear way to the woman dragging him down the hallway, but somehow, lines got crossed and the word 'bitch' was uttered and now the sullen teenager was being forcibly seated across from another sullen looking teenager with a plate of food before him.

He glared at it as if it had personally done him some wrong.

[geneticdrift.livejournal.com]

Though Mewtwo had managed to stay in his room for the better part of the morning, the human nurse persisted in knocking on his door, insisting that he needed to eat and it would be better for him to mingle with the other patients.

Patients? Other Pokémon that the humans had modified, perhaps? Either way, Mewtwo had no desire to meet them, as he never fit in as a true Pokémon. He wasn't a true person, either. It was pointless for him to 'mingle' with him.

The grumblings from his newly acquired human stomach eventually convinced him that he needed to eat. An organic body still needed nourishment, after all. The nurse refused to let him eat in the privacy of his own room through, and eventually Mewtwo found himself sitting at an empty table, with a tray of food before him.

The Pokémon took a glance around the cafeteria, but he couldn't recognize anyone in the crowd as being a former Pokémon, nor did he expect any of them to recognize him. How had he exactly gotten caught in this place? Mewtwo frowned as he mulled this over, chewing on something he just swiped from the tray.

[vaporism.livejournal.com]

Alright. Food in hand, Demyx looked around the room for a quiet spot. He was still trying to avoid the other organization members for the moment, so when he saw a relatively empty table he gladly made his way over to it.

Hopefully lunch would be as uneventful as breakfast had been. After being nearly killed (or at least nearly being horribly maimed) by some crazy woman the night before, Demyx was ready for some peace and quiet that hopefully the day would offer.

There was another person sitting nearby, but he didn't seem like he particularly wanted to talk, so with a small glance in his direction, Demyx decided let him alone for now.

[ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com]

After drying and dressing himself, Logan had been seperated from SubZero by the nurse assigned to him, who took him lightly by the arm and cooed to him something about lunch. Food again? Logan thought. seems like I only jus' had breakfast. He wasn't particularly hungry, though it occurred to him that further nourishment might do something positive towards healing his arm that much faster. It felt better now, although it was still bandaged; the deep gouges left by the necrit's dagger-like teeth were now reduced to little more than scratches. He hoped the injury was fully healed by the time the night came around.

Keeping pace with the nurse, he was led once again to the cafeteria. The place was starting to fill up once more, though there seemed to be less people here than at breakfast. He could not sense the presence of Ami or Keigo, and since SubZero had still been dressing when he was wheeled away, he knew it'd be a few minutes more before the Lin Kuei arrived. He spotted Parker, who seemed to be engaged in a heated discussion with a very familiar looking blond boy of about the same age, but decided not to interrupt them for now. If it looked like Parker was in any sort of trouble, he might have to intervene, but otherwise logic dictated that he'd be better off talking to Spider-man alone, later. He recalled that they'd been placed in the same room together, presumably they'd both be returned to it at some point.

Once he reached the lunch counter, he actually took a few moments to analyse the spread laid out for them, unlike at breakfast. Italian food, or at least a facsimile thereof. More importantly, it was comprised of a lot of carbohydrates and proteins, both useful in assisting his healing. He piled spaghetti, sauce and meatballs onto a plate, grabbed some rather pathetic-looking cutlery and dumped them on a tray, to which he added a large glass of water. All this he took to a table where he could sit alone for a few minutes and observe. He sat, keeping an eye on the unfolding conversation between Parker and the other man, trying to mentally drown out the cacophony of the room and focus on picking up on what was being said.

[ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com]

With a little effort, Logan was able to pick up on a few words being exchanged between the two young men. He caught 'Aunt May', which made him think that the Parker he saw here was probably not too dissimilar from the one he knew.

Parker's use of the word 'symbiote' raised a flag in his memory, especially when he caught the other man (Eddie, apparently) seemingly referring to himself as 'we' rather than 'I'. Something about symbiotes...it was on the tip of his tongue but it wasn't connecting. Hadn't he had a run in with some sort of villain playing host to something else inside him? In truth there was probably more than one occasion where he had. He'd have to remember to ask Parker about that later, if it didn't come to him before then.

He snarled at the phrase 'kick your ass', and almost stood up to move over to their table, but caught himself when the tone of the conversation remained level.

Additional snippets revealed that this 'Eddie' had been here quite a while, longer certainly than anyone else he'd run into so far. He also caught 'abilities', 'prison' and 'monsters', further backing up his theory of what this place was for. There was another name then, one he didn't recognise. Martin Landel. The guy running this place? Maybe he was the 'comedian' Logan had heard making the intercom announcements. He made a mental note to ask SubZero about him, or anyone else he came across if the opportunity arose.

[per-ardua.livejournal.com]

[[From page 2 with Adel.]]

Raine just found herself an empty spot at a table; she needed time to think anyway. It seemed she could be open about what was was here, at least with other patients--honestly, it was a relief. One less worry in a place where she was nearly overwhelmed with them.

The fact that Washu had honestly seemed to listen to her, and believed her enough to say that she could have the first-aid kit she wanted, was more of a puzzle. Could any of the doctors be trusted at all? She sincerely doubted it... but the problem was, they needed as many allies as they could get, and there was no way to avoid taking some chances.

The questions were obvious: who could they trust, and how far? The answers, unfortunately, would be a lot harder to find.

[shiki-master.livejournal.com]

By the time Tsuzuki was done basking in the warm showers, it was time for lunch. And the nurse had absolutely no trouble getting the shinigami to put his clothes back on and hurry to the cafeteria.

After loading a heaping amount of spaghetti onto his plate, along with meatballs, sauce, and cheese, Tsuzuki scanned the room for someone to sit with. There was Hisoka, Tatsumi, and Kurikara... but he didn't think seeing Hisoka so soon after last night would be healthy for him. Maybe he'd give the other just a little more time to relax.

Instead, Tsuzuki's gaze fell on someone that he hadn't talked to for at least a few days. "Hey there," he greeted the familiar woman with a bright smile, setting his tray down next to hers. "Raine, right? Is this seat taken?"

[norainu]

[from here]

Renji briefly considered going back to his room, but that was precisely the sort of thing he wanted to avoid, right now. His mind still swirling with the doubt and failure that Hitsugaya had put there, he mechanically went through the line to get another glass of milk, then found somewhere else to sit. It wasn't often that he was at a complete loss of what do to.

But now, he definitely was.

[braidless.livejournal.com]

Well, the shower shift had been unexpectedly productive, even if Obi-Wan himself hadn't necessarily gotten a whole lot out of the deal other than a new acquaintance. Still, he hoped that Peony fellow would put the information he'd given him to good use. He sounded interesting, either way, what with that talk about diplomacy and all. Maybe they'd meet again in the future, and Peony could give him whatever information he'd gathered from other prisoners. Not that Obi-Wan expected payment, but, well, it was nice to think that he could collaborate with other prisoners.

Today's Earthian "spaghetee" looked interesting enough. By now, he was more or less used to the strange dishes they fed him everyday, so he retained a relatively pleasant face as the nurse encouraged him to try some sort of red sauce with bits of meat in it.

With that taken care of, the Jedi stood for a moment and glanced around, looking for some familiar faces. It was then he noticed Renji sitting alone. They hadn't spoken since that time in the chapel, the day Martin Landel had decided to unveil his face for the first time. He knew the man had last a couple of allies since then, and it made him a little sick to think about.

There seemed to be something unsettling about the way the man was sitting to himself like that, though Obi-Wan couldn't quite put his finger on it. Instead, he ventured closer, careful to keep a neutral expression for the moment.

There were a few things he could have said. "Looks like you could use some company," or "are you all right?" didn't seem really appropriate for some reason. Obi-Wan knew how touchy Renji could be when people fussed or worried over him.

So, instead he inclined his head a little and said, "Mind if I have a seat?"

[heirloomtea.livejournal.com]

Having caught sight of people using the bulletin board between shifts, Chloe had stopped by briefly and responded to a post (http://community.livejournal.com/damned_bulletin/85375.html?thread=3939967#t3939967). Her heart shaking, she'd left the Sun Room nearly in tears to head for the cafeteria.

Now sitting before a plate of pasta and garlic bread, she murmured to herself, "Pasta. Yes, pasta." It felt vaguely nostalgic. She began to eat, pausing every now and then to wash the food down with the glass of water she'd also picked up.

[transgenix.livejournal.com]

Piling her plate high with spaghetti - they'd made meatballs! Max wasn't going to stop and think why that made her happy, just that it was a comfort food for her when there was no McDonalds around - Max glanced around her curiously, looking for a place to sit. She was feeling vaguely optimistic today, and she blamed it on the shower. It was hard not to be in a better mood after getting to soak under hot water. Even though a bath would have been much nicer, she could deal with just a hot shower.

Spotting a girl sitting alone, Max headed over beside her, noting her hair color with a smile. "Hi," she spoke in greeting, offering the girl a friendly smile. "I'm Max. Mind some company?"

[nobleman]

[ Reserved for Claude! ]

As Guy made his way to the lunch line (which wasn't really a line anymore, as he was late enough that it had dwindled), he busied himself by trying to get his hair into proper order again. Since it was still pretty wet because he'd been rushed out the showers, it wasn't really spiking up the way he wanted, but instead just flattening against his scalp. Whatever. Once it dried out he would fix it.

Once he had gotten a healthy serving of pasta and salad, it was time to look for a place to sit. The first thing he did was search out people he knew - he finally caught sight of Jade, but it looked like the colonel was already busy with some other patients. He could always talk to him later, so he wasn't too worried.

Asch was sitting on his own, but Guy was hardly in the mood to talk to him again. Since he was feeling pretty good after his talk with Luke, he didn't want to ruin it by speaking with the God-General.

In fact, it looked like most everyone already had someone to talk to. That was what he got for taking so long in the shower. Well, a little peace and quiet wasn't going to hurt him, so he sought out an empty seat, settled down, and started to eat.

[full-score.livejournal.com]

Even though his time there hadn't exactly been unpleasant, Claude was glad when lunch time rolled around. He didn't really find out a whole lot (except that apparently he wouldn't be seeing the showers very often), and there was only so much you could talk about in a room filled with people who just wanted to finish bathing and get on with their lives.

Ah, well. It hadn't been a total waste. Ravi seemed like a good enough person, and Claude figured it couldn't hurt to get a feel for what kinds of people were being held captive here. It sounded like a good variety, just from the short time he'd been here. Actually, it was almost interesting, in a terrible, how-are-we-all-going-to-get-out-of-here sort of way. But Claude was optimistic. He liked to think that it was impossible to keep so many people trapped in one place forever.

By now, he'd already gotten a tray full of food -- spaghetti, from the looks of it. Really, Claude could have done well with a juicy piece of steak, but if his captors were willing to feed him at all, he certainly wasn't going to complain. And it wasn't nasty food either, which was definitely a plus.

Glancing around, Claude looked for a place to eat. For a moment, he debated on going to sit with his friends, but they all looked like they were engaged in conversations with other prisoners, which was all right by him. He was used to splitting up from when they'd passed through towns on their journey anyway. It just meant he'd have to mingle with some of the other people around here.

His eyes fell upon an empty seat beside a young man who was blond like himself. Actually, the closer he got, the more familiar he seemed in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on. It was weird, so he figured he might as well go investigate.

"Good afternoon," Claude said as he approached the stranger. "Need some company?"

[neverreallyfit.livejournal.com]

It was not that he resented the arrival of the lunch hour, Sam reflected as he helped himself to a plate of spaghetti heavily laden with sauce. After all, he'd missed breakfast, and indeed was not entirely certain of when he had in fact last eaten, and so a chance to do so was certainly welcome. No, it was being herded that he resented, as though he were incapable of doing the slightest thing without instruction. That he had been tugged away from a discussion which he'd hoped might provide some insight into this place, either through confirmation of similar circumstances or revelation of different ones only made it all the more irritating. In some small corner of his mind, he wondered if that was perhaps the purpose of shuffling people about, before he dismissed the notion for verging too far into the realm of paranoid cynicism.

Once a meal had been acquired, Sam paused long enough to make a cursory sweep of the room before picking himself out a spot at an unoccupied end of the table, with as much visibility as crowding and late entry would allow. He was grateful that he was at least able to find one with a decent view of the door, and occupied himself with alternating between watching that for the appearance of a familiar face, and watching the other diners nearby, mindful of the brief bouts of chaos he'd witnessed earlier that morning.

[thehellismycar.livejournal.com]

Well, the basement sounded like a goal for the coming nightshift. Reference to 'renovations' caused the man to scoff; either the basement was below several layers of earth, or they had some pretty quiet maintenance workers down there. On the other hand, the noise about the Institute rose to a regular clamor in the hours of daylight. Any covert developments occurring beneath the first floor wouldn't necessitate hushing up, in the literal sense.

The second piece of the intercom's broadcast did little to generate euphoria in Dean's present frame of mind.

Pasta. Whoopee.

Least they weren't being served mystery meat.

And there was Sam. It wasn't tricky to single out that familiar, brooding face in a crowd. He gave a wry smile and advanced.

"Hey." The greeting was coupled with the loud slap of his tray on the table. He remained standing. "... Can't believe you're here. Wasn't sure what to think when I woke up. Thought it might've been a... a vision, or somethin'." He quipped, grinning weakly.

[rubbermancan.livejournal.com]

(( From here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/177215.html?thread=11964735#t11964735) ))

Well, that had gone pretty well. With the note still in his hand, it didn't take Luffy long to get his food. It smelled delicious, even if it wasn't as good as the stuff Sanji made back on the Going Merry. Still, Luffy was pretty damn hungry, all things considered, so he was pleased to get to eat at all. This three-meals-a-day stuff was really rough! He'd been here for awhile, and he was barely getting used to it, even without his elastic stomach.

Without really thinking too hard about where to sit, Luffy plopped his tray down at a table before sitting down in a chair. He was up for company if anyone decided to sit with him, but for now he was content to sit and just focus on eating his food. If no one approached him, he'd consider finding people to chat with when he got full.

Then again, this pasta was pretty tasty...

[moon-brained.livejournal.com]

After a quick stop at the bulletin board for Anthy Usagi finally got to eat. Piling on as much pasta and meatballs as she could on one plate she chose an empty table, a slightly difficult task now that the room was packed with people.

Once seated Usagi shoved two meatballs and a large amount of pasta into the gaping black hole that was her mouth. "Anyfingh," she struggled to swallow and then started over, "anything else you want to know about this place?" There was still a lot she was dying to ask Ami about, but it could wait until they had all the information they needed from Usagi.

[icy-pole.livejournal.com]

Ami followed Usagi from the bulletin board, which she glanced over briefly, to the cafeteria, grabbing only a small plate of pasta with bolognaise sauce and a caesar salad. She took a seat opposite Usagi, watching in amusement as she wolfed down the pasta as fast as humanly possible.

Ami picked at her food, pondering Usagi's question. There were so many things to ask. However there were two things Ami wanted to know.

"Are any of the...our other friends in here?" After seeing Usagi's relieved expression when she spotted Ami, Ami had a feeling she knew what Usagi's answer would be. The question regarding Usagi's moon crystal could wait until later.

[wiz-kid-redfive.livejournal.com]

Dairine was confused.

She'd been confused since the previous night. After waking up in a strange place with strange clothes and no wizardry, she'd thought it was just a horrible, vivid nightmare, especially when the world had dissolved and she'd found herself in bed.

Then, of course, she noticed that she still had no wizardry, and was understandably very upset. Rather than do anything right off the bat, she waited and watched, scribbling things in her journal. She seemed to be one of the younger ones here, but the place was full of strangeness. If some of the people she saw here weren't from the anime that Carmela watched religiously, she'd eat her spare shirt.

So she sat down in the cafeteria with her plate of spaghetti and hunk of garlic bread, and watched the local fauna.

[opposingheaven.livejournal.com]

Somehow, he'd managed to sleep his way through breakfast, only just being woken up in time to get a shower for which he was most grateful. Kenren ran his fingers through his once again black hair, feeling unutterably relieved to be free of the red gunk which had been coating it. He looked like hismelf now. A little more at least. He wasn't wearing the colours of a child of taboo right where anyone could see it.

He grabbed a plate and filled it with food, wanting to eat since he'd missed breakfast. He needed his strength after all. And he'd have to find Hakkai later and than him for the bandaging. It felt... more familiar, more comfortable than having some nameless faceless nurse do it.

Kenren approached a table, nodding to the girl sitting there. He didn't recognise her, so she might be new. And it couldn't hurt to meet new people. "Hey," he said, giving her a winning smile. "Mind if I sit here?"

[seiran314.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/177215.html?thread=11848255#t11848255)]

The nurse escorted him to another table, most probably scolding at him for almost starting another fight. He didn't listen, he saw her mouth moving but not a word registered, uncaring.

She had picked up his tray and now was pushing it towards him over the table, even the ice pack was still resting on the tray beside his plate. He took his fork and started to eat. The food did not have a flavor, which supposedly was a blessing of a sort. His hand was still stinging from the hit, hot and a bit numb. Happily he could delight in the thought that the bastard's whole head was probably ringing with pain right now.

He avoided all thoughts of Kikyo deliberately, not wanting to delve into it right now. Or into anything really. The blessed blankness of his mind was sort of refreshing. Briefly he wondered if this was the 'no mind' Shion had been talking about.

Perhaps not.

[daddyslilkiller.livejournal.com]

Omi seemed to have consistently wonderful timing when it came to Aya. He'd halfway dozed off in the game room and so arrived in the cafeteria just in time to see Aya punch someone.

The day just kept becoming more and more confusing.

He filled his tray quickly and made a beeline for Aya's table. He didn't bother with the pleasantries as he sat down. "What just happened?" Which was when he noticed that Aya looked more like someone who'd been receiving punches rather than delivering them. He blinked. "And what happened to you?"

[transgenix.livejournal.com]

(Coming from here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/177215.html?thread=11979839#t11979839))

Max had grabbed another piece of garlic bread to munch on, more for the sake of needing something to do then anything else. Grabbing a cup of water, she found an empty space among the tables and sank down in the chair, idly picking at the bread.

There were so many strange faces here, and so few of them familiar. It was disheartening somewhat. Granted, yes, she was often a loner, but this place was proving more difficult than any place she'd found herself before. Although Dean and Snake had been easy to talk to, she was having a hard time connecting with anyone here. Maybe it was because everyone was from so many different places and times. She'd never had a thing like that to cause distance before, but then again, back in Seattle, despite how different people were, they were all from the same place, all in the same boat after the Pulse.

Here, everyone just felt so different...

[littlestrawdoll.livejournal.com]

Showers had been... interesting, to say the least.

The doll triple checked the cafeteria when he walked in, seeking out both Daemon (talking to the girl River?) and the other man, Renji. The latter looked fine. Physically, at least. He breathed out a sigh. That was good; he hadn't put all his eggs in the wrong basket and warned Daemon away from doing something that might've saved a life. That thought alone was disquieting.

Might as well do what he could from his end.

"Yo," he greeted a random face, casual. He pointed to the food in her hand. "That any good?"

[jasper-gates.livejournal.com]

Realizing she'd drifted off in the sun room, Elphaba awoke to find the room practically empty. Hearing the clatter of dishes from the cafeteria, Elphaba crept in, trying to draw as little attention to herself as possible. Though she wasn't terribly hungry, it didn't make much sense to starve needlessly in this place. Food had been scarce enough during the harvests in the Vinkus, not to mention the bitter winters. She filled a plate with greens and a hunk of bread, shunning the animal (or was it Animal in this place?) flesh and headed towards the same empty table she'd dined at earlier in the day. She'd best hurry, as it seemed that this prison, Southstairs or not, kept a rather rigid schedule.

[palerepetition.livejournal.com]

The day could've been going better, but really, it wasn't terrible. Nobody around here knew what the hell they were talking about, but most of the other people he had scene didn't seem too keen on bothering him either. That was fine.

He'd be happier if the nurses would stop talking to him with that too-happy tone of voice, but that didn't seem likely. The one he tried to talk to on the way to lunch just smiled sympathetically and pointed him in the direction of the food when he asked her how much she knew about mobile suits.

Finding that, for the moment at least, stabbing his spaghetti and trying to get as big a roll of it onto his fork as possible was more interesting than anyone else, he settled down by himself with his lunch.

[daddyslilkiller.livejournal.com]

Omi wasn't quite sure whether he felt sick or angry as he found a new place to sit. Maybe both. He was pretty sure he didn't feel hungry.

He pushed his food around, thinking. In retrospect, it was mostly his fault. 20/20 hindsight and all, it was pretty obvious that he'd been pushing somewhere he wasn't really needed.

Needed. Heh. Right.

He shook his head and forced himself to start eating. Might as well eat it before it got too cold. He might not be useful as the 'leader' (ha) of Weiss, but it didn't mean he couldn't do anything here. Even if he didn't have powers or anything like that, he had his training and he certainly wasn't helpless when it came to defending himself. Thinking about helping out with 'Arts and Crafts' almost cheered him up. He'd do that tonight, and then see what happened from there.

[g-resolution.livejournal.com]

William had arrived late to lunch late, at best. Although he had dressed and dried with little delay, William had effectively managed to distract his nurse and make her walk in the opposite direction than what was needed to go in. By the time the woman figured out exactly what was happening they were already approaching a whole new hallway which the scientist could honestly say he had never seen before.

He would have to make a note to take a look when night fell once more. There was a large possibility this was where the experiments were held and that was nothing to overlook. In the mean time, William was escorted back to the cafeteria by an embarrassed nurse before he was left to his meal in peace. How boring.

William had seen Wesker in the crowd, but as amusing as it was to nettle with the other man, William had work to do. Notes were necessary, he could play later.

[axe-of-oath.livejournal.com]

[ from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/177215.html?thread=12127551#t12127551)]

Gremio kept walking until he was as far away from the braided man’s table as possible, sitting down with an indignant huff. He wasn’t sure if Leon was behind him at this point, and at the moment, he couldn’t say he cared. It wasn’t just the fact that the stranger had been on the Scarlet Moon Empire’s side during the war. It was the way he talked about Tir, in that infuriating, mocking tone. Gremio could tolerate a lot of things, but not that. Not about his Young Master. The blonde sighed deeply, one shaky hand reaching for his drink. He knew he needed to calm down. He knew that if Tir were here right now, he would’ve told Gremio that he was overreacting. And he knew that he probably was. Still, though he’d appeared confident before, what the man had said as Gremio was leaving was… troubling. That depends on your definition of victory. What exactly was that supposed to have meant? Had Tir… really come out of that war alright?

Suddenly, Gremio’s thoughts went to Ted again. He’d always seemed so happy and easygoing, but there was something about his face, about his eyes, that seemed… very old. Very tired. Very distant. They had all treated Ted like a member of the family—Gremio too—but that was something that had always made him a little uncomfortable. He knew why now, of course. He’d been carrying the burden of the Soul Eater for three hundred years. He could only imagine how hard that must've been. And to think of Tir carrying that burden now...

He wondered. Were those the kind of eyes Tir had now? If he had survived the war, was he truly happy, even with the weight of the True Rune on his shoulders?

Gremio shook his head, forcing those negative thoughts into the back of his mind. He wouldn’t think about that. Not now. Tir was strong enough to get through anything on his own. If he couldn’t have faith in that, he didn’t deserve to call himself his servant.

He tried to eat, but barely got a few bites into what was on his plate before he finally gave up and pushed the plate away. He’d put on a brave face back at the stranger’s table, but his stomach was still tying itself in knots.

[for-marian.livejournal.com]

Leon didn't say anything cutting to Gremio about his behaviour, though many such comments were running through his mind, to be certain. He just waited, silently, eating his pasta calmly and occasionally giving Gremio a bland sort of look, waiting for the other man to be ready for actual business. His patience was very limited, though, and if the older man didn't speak up soon, he was going to say something rude.

[[End of shift]]

[shiki-master.livejournal.com]

When the intercom sounded, Tsuzuki glanced up, pulling the fork out of his mouth and chewing slowly on the spaghetti. No more new patients? Well, that was good, right? That meant no more people had to face the horrors of this place...

Getting in a few extra bites, Tsuzuki finally stood from his chair. The nurses were ushering other to their new destinations, so he moved into the crowd of patients heading for the doors. Maybe he could get Hisoka to play cards with him? But no, Hisoka would be heading to the showers... Well, maybe Tatsumi or Byakko, then. Or both. And they could invite Hisoka when he was finished showering. It wouldn't take that long, right? That would be fun...

Re: [[End of shift]]

[somber-secret.livejournal.com]

Despite what little he ate for breakfast, Hisoka was beginning to feel sick as the intercom clicked off. It was time to go now, time for Tsuzuki to have a very good reason to hate him. Not that he didn't have many already

The boy could hardly control the urge to seek Kurikara out in the crowd, to make sure he was ready.

This was ridiculous. Hisoka gave himself a mental shake as he gave Tatsumi a polite nod and pushed himself to his feet. Kurikara and Tatsumi now had their signal to move along with the plan, Hisoka could already see his nurse approaching. What was going to happen was necessary, even if it was going to hurt.

"Good luck, Tatsumi-san."