The intercom clicked on with its usually cheery air and the Head Doctor seemed to call out the events of the day with a smile that was nearly audible.

"I trust that everyone enjoyed a hearty breakfast! Now, as I'm sure everyone is looking forward to the events of today, I will come clean with what they are! Yes, that's right, today, everyone will be getting showers, and during the next shift, it will be adults' turn to go to the bathrooms while our children play in the Game Room. Of course, we still have therapy sessions planned for some of you--nurses, if you'd escort the groups for this shift to their proper doctor offices?--and Doctors House and Wilson are back from their short absence to tend to their patients. We are unhappy, however, to announce that Dr. Nii Jiyani and Dr. Jonathan Crane have officially left our staff, and we are currently in the process of looking replacements, but fear not, patients! Those of you assigned to them will be attending nurse-run sessions in Group Therapy Room 1, the first group of which will be heading this very shift.

"I do believe that's it! Have a wonderful day, and remember to scrub-a-dub-scrub!"

The intercom clicked off shortly after the Head Doctor's last statement, as even he seemed to realize it came off as a little... bizarre.

Gluttony didn't want to leave his Lust, not after he'd just found her!  But the mean tasty nurses said he had to.  "You can't join her in the women's showers" was a bad excuse.  He didn't like the mean tasty nurses.  Maybe Lust would let him eat them later.  Still, he knew he would see his Lust again, and that was good.  He liked Lust.  She was good and beautiful and smart and kind.  Why did they have to take him away from his Lust?

Still, he would see her again.  And she would tell him it was okay to eat the tasty nurses, and that would be good.  His new friend liked eating people, too.  That made him happy to find a friend who shared a love for eating people.  Today was a very good day.

As he entered the showers, he stood under a shower head and opened his mouth wide to drink up the water.  It wasn't as good as eating people, or eating waffles that didn't scream when he bit into them so weren't nearly as good as eating people, but it was still swallowing something, and that made him feel better.

No matter how much Rukia wanted to stay unconscious and forget everything that was going on, her mind wouldn't let her do so. Not long after the nurse and orderly put her in bed, she stirred, looking around her room and blinking slowly. Things were still blurry from the sedatives, and her vision still dimmed from the strange child the night before; things looked fuzzy and grimy.

She sat up slowly, and made her way to the door even more slowly, completely forgetting to bring her notebook and a pen with her. She fumbled with the door knob for a while before she realized it was locked, but it opened shortly, a different nurse coming in to see if everything was okay. Rukia managed to mumble that she wanted to go... somewhere; her brain was foggy and she couldn't quite seem to decide where. The nurse, smiling patiently, led her to the sun room and helped her sit down on a couch.

Frowning, Rukia looked around, trying to decide what she had been wanting to do. It wouldn't quite come to her, though, so collapsed slowly onto the arm of the couch. Anyone who saw her would notice that her eyes were red and puffy, hair messy, and her right hand freshly bandaged. She didn't seem to care, though; all she could think about was wanting to see Renji, or Ichigo.

Momo's mind was whirling with the things Kimbley had told her at breakfast about Mustang. She really didn't know what to think. Kimbley seemed so... happy, almost, to be telling her about the things Mustang had done and then there was the fact that she hadn't seen anything from Mustang himself to indicate that it might be true. But Momo knew her judgement in the past with men that hid themselves wasn't exactly stellar...

Hearing the intercom go off, Momo perked up just a bit from her dour mood at the prospects of bathing. As her doctor wasn't quite ready for her yet, she did have therapy this shift, the shinigami convinced the nurses to let her bathe until her presence was required.

Stepping into the room, she frowned a little seeing there weren't any baths and the shower system appeared to be of a Western design. She should have expected it, but with her bandages, the showers were going to make getting clean much harder. No one else was there, yet, and as she disrobed carefully, the nurse offered to help her wash, taking in the bandages on her neck as well as torso.

How demeaning...

Momo politely declined and, after being warned to keep her bandages dry by the nurse, took her towel and wash cloth to a shower unit off to the side. She fumbled for a moment with the unfamiliar controls, but soon got a gentle warm spray going. She was fairly certain she'd be able to keep the bandages dry, but she wasn't sure if she'd be able to wash her hair.

Running a hand through the shoulder-length black locks, she scowled. Her hair really needed washed.

It wasn't as if Phibrizzo didn't enjoy breakfast; he simply grew bored with it after awhile. Exchanging pleasantries with Haku only held his interest for so long and once the meal was finished, they lost all their charm. He was heading for the exit to go exploring on his own when a nurse put a hand on his shoulder and told him it was time to go somewhere else.

"Where are we going?" He asked, looking up at her with large eyes. She smiled back.

"The game room! You'll be able to find yourself a little playmate there."

A playmate? Probably not in the same sense Hellmaster was accustomed to playing, but it wouldn't be so bad to mingle with others his "age". If nothing else, it was a way to pass the time. And who knew- maybe a 'playmate' would present themselves. There was some fun to be had yet. Shuffling into the game room at the nurse's urging, Phibrizzo picked up the first game he could find and inspected it.

"Uno," he read back from the cover. Huh. He opened the box and pulled out a few cards of various colors and numbers. The small Mazoku cocked his head. How did this game work? Were you supposed to separate them and pile them in numerical order by color? It didn't seem like much of a game, but what did he know about the games children played?

Taking the deck in his hand, he meandered to a corner and sat down on the floor, making blue, red, green, yellow, and misc piles of cards as he waited for others to filter in.

All in all, Wilson was feeling much better than he had been two days ago. After his session with the teenage twin, he had gotten to the bottom of his strange behavior - along with who had been behind it. That had resulted in a shouting match between him and House, but that was to be expected, really. He honestly didn't understand how his friend thought it was acceptable to dope him, especially when he was supposed to be working. He was going to have to apologize to his patients the next time he saw them...

Now, he was back to normal and ready to do this properly. Or as well as he could, anyway. He wished he had some more time on his hands, so he could at least start reading up some more on psychology, but there was only so much he was capable of.

Hopefully his patients for today wouldn't be too hard to handle. It looked like he only had two to see - a pleasantly light load compared to what he'd been dealing with before.

So he waited for the first one - Franz Haushofer, or Adelheid Bernstein - to arrive.

Yeah, so maybe dosing Wilson with amphetamines hadn't been the wisest thing of House to do, but it had been pretty damn funny and proven his point, which was all he wanted to accomplish in the first place. His friend was as much of a loser and a two-faced liar as everyone else, but he preached as if he wasn't, which was what made him so irritating in the first place.

Not quite as irritating as the patients he was about to have to deal with, though. House sighed and scratched the underside of his stubbled chin, bum leg propped up on the desk as he tapped the floor with the other.

Huang was waiting as normal for his new patient on one of his arm chairs instead of behind the desk. He was feeling relaxed this morning, which he supposed was a good thing considering that he had work to do.

There were folders of paperwork on his ignored desk that he had brought with him too look over during lunch.

He wondered who would be coming through his door first.

A dull, throbbing headache.

Take two of these, and call me in the morning.

Dr. Hatori Sohma pored over his next patient's file, gently massaging the pain out of his temple and hoping for the codeine to kick in. He hadn't taken enough to alter his sensibilities or make him nauseous, but if this headache continued for much longer he didn't know what he was going to do, and the open bottle of pills lay on his desk as if taunting him to take another.

The cheap to-go coffee was helping a little bit, satisfying yet bitter. Tasty Burger was becoming a habit of his in the mornings, and he'd taken up a more stringent exercise regime on account of it, but he'd skipped it last night to drink. He would refrain from doing the same tonight.

Moreover, his office seemed to be getting more decorated by the day, probably courtesy of one of the more busybody nurses. In addition to the normal books in the shelves, the picture of Kana on his desk, and the haze of cigarette smoke in the air, the new sprig of lavender that had appeared on his desk was joined by a rather baroque glass ashtray that certainly had not been there yesterday.

Did one of the nurses have a crush on him? ...he hoped not. He was, after all, here for research.

It happened every so often that a doctor was unable to stay working at Landels, whether it was because they were simply no longer happy with their work, or because they had found better opportunities, or they just hated the patients. Needless to say, the staff of Landels had been a bit downsized since the last doctors shifts, and for the patients who had lost their doctors, group therapy was assigned for them.

The nurse in charge waited patiently for her first batch of patients to arrive, confident that she would be able to care for them until a new doctor could be assigned to them. Simon Pastello, John Trick, and Mark Lancaster were on her list. Hopefully, they wouldn't cause too much trouble. The adult patients, particularly the men, never seemed to care about things like talking about their feelings or passing around stress balls and introducing themselves and a hobby they enjoyed doing, but she would try her best. It wasn't their fault, after all, that they were so delusional...