The intercom clicked on with its cheerful jingle and the Head Doctor cleared his throat.

"Hello, everyone, and I hope you enjoyed your delicious breakfast and perhaps the new friends that came with it as well. Now, however, you might have to temporarily depart with those new friends: it's time for the adult patients to be escorted to the showers and for the children to be escorted to the Arts & Crafts room. New adult patients may either join the children or become accustomed to their new surroundings in the Sun Room.

"I apologize once again for the brevity of this announcement. Paper work is heinous, you know! Hahahaha..."

The doctor's laughter trailed off and he gave a small sigh.

"In any case, some more new patients will be joining you this shift, so I hope you all say a warm hello to them as well. Thank you!"

The intercom clicked off.

[ All introduction posts for this shift's group of new characters should be made in response to this post. (Please have your new character wake up in a random empty room, as we aren't yet able to officially assign rooms.) Since we know it'd be weird for new characters to get showers on their first day: it is MANDATORY for brand new patients to hang in the Sun Room with whoever else wants to go there or to go to the Arts & Crafts room with the other age group. (The nurses will say that they were already cleaned up upon their arrival.) Thanks! ]

Joe had read some of the larger notes stuck up on the bulletin board when the announcement came on the intercom. All things considered, this Landel guy didn't even seem so bad. Even if these people were held here against their will, he was certainly nice about it.

Apparently, the new patients - including Joe - were to hang around in the Sun Room or go to Arts and Crafts with the kids. Well, there was plenty of information on the board, including maps and descriptions of monsters, for Joe to prepare for the nighttime, when he could seriously get going on fighting his way out. He could look for where the boss would probably be waiting, or where his V-watch might be, and figure out how to fight the monsters. In fact, he had plenty of time to work all that out... but this the first time he'd had to really relax since he got his powers. So it couldn't possibly hurt to enjoy the calm period, could it?

The red-head stepped back from the board, and hopped back onto a comfy-looking couch to digest in the sunlight. He reached up to pull his cap down, and sighed when he realized it wasn't there. "Oh well, nothing's perfect. I still wouldn't call this hell."

[free!]

I wouldn't really call this a locker room. More like a bathroom with lockers. The place was uncomfortably crowded, with almost every adult male patient being hustled into the showers at once, but Phoenix wasn't as annoyed by the claustrophobic, milling throng of bodies as he might have otherwise been. Every extra person was one more person who might end up standing between himself and Edgeworth.

He knew that the prosecutor would have a fit if he found out about this. He'd known since he'd tacked that first response up on the bulletin board. And in a way, he couldn't blame him. Phoenix knew that he jumped into things all-or-nothing more often than most people. At the same time, he had some kind of reality testing. He wasn't going to learn the basics of how to defend himself and suddenly decide that he was Rambo.

He found an unoccupied locker in the southwest corner and glanced around, trying to gauge how long he could possibly stall in a locker room, looking as if he was expecting something, before people started looking at him strangely. It would have been easier if he'd known something of the description of the man he was supposed to be meeting. As it was, all he had was handwriting and a military rank, neither of which guaranteed any particular appearance.

It's not as if there was a better way to plan this, though. "Yeah, meet me by the lockers. I'll be wearing gray and a smiley face, just like about a hundred other guys."

[for Hughes]

Well, that had been fortuitous.

Celes had been particularly pleased as she was led away to the women's showers. That she would be able to pay back for her control being wrenched away took a heavy load off of Celes's chest. Also, Hughes seemed very capable, despite his worry about the club's success. The General hummed a note as she stripped and left her dirtied clothing in a neat pile, before striding into the showers proper.

She picked a spigot far enough away from the other women usually showered and turned it full blast. The needle spray hit her coldly at first and slowly began to warm as she took the time to examine her injuries. Her side was a collection of purples and blues, but there was only the faintest of white lines where Xigbar had stabbed her. The bruise would go away, and she didn't feel any strange bleeding where it didn't need to be. She would just have to take a care tonight when helping Hughes.

[For the Bride. I think.]

Honey was relieved when breakfast was over.  Even though there'd been plenty of sticky-sweet french toast to be had, the company left him feeling a little inadequate.  Usually girls fawned all over him, but Callisto had been downright mean.  Had he done something wrong?  What kind of girl wanted to fight rather than play?  It'd only been a few days, he shouldn't be that rusty when it came to hosting. 

Heaving a sigh, he followed his nurse to the Arts and Crafts room.  He would've liked to spend some time with Takashi, but the nurse said it was time for the grown ups to go shower.  When he protested yet again that he was in fact eighteen, the nurse just laughed and led him away by the hand.

So he sat at one of the round plastic tables, letting Usa-chan take the seat next to him so he could get messy with the fingerpaints.  He was up to his elbows in blues and greens and he'd only just started. 

[Free Loli-shota type!]