damned_institute | Day 27: Sun Room (4th Shift)

Momo's mind was turning over all the possibilities surrounding this "field trip" to the surrounding town when she settled down in the corner of the Sun Room away from the Arts & Crafts room. She curled her legs underneath her as she waited for Shouko-san to find her. The shinigami had no idea what she looked like, so she kept an eye on all those entering the room.

It was still very cold, or at least she was cold, and the momentary thought of getting her coat from her own room passed through her mind amidst the field trip thoughts. She pushed it away and decided to deal with it being as cold as it was since she'd already been late to one meeting today and didn't want to start making it a habit.

As she waited, she pondered the next day's possibilities. Maybe, just maybe, once away from the institute the shinigami will have access to their full reiatsu. And if not, maybe they'll have a better idea of how they are being limited so much. Maybe Aizen would be able to find her then. He'd save her... right? Right?

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"Pity," Gin commented. "Least y'don't have to worry about that much here, ne?" he added with a shrug. "Got all y'meals provided, room n' board. Just have t'worry about th'nightlife." He gave a short, quiet laugh.

"So what all y'do back in New York?" might as well ask, since apparently it was so difficult to find work there. Probably best not to mention that the afterlife wasn't much better in that department. Poverty was even more widespread than in the human's world.

Brock only snorted at this. He'd had everything he needed before finding himself in Landels: he had the symbiote and all of Parker's little powers - which really made the problem of meals, room and board a moot point since he could always take what he wanted when he wanted it, and his diet these days wasn't exactly refined by human standards. He didn't need some mutant prison giving the essentials when he was perfectly capable of getting them himself.

"I was a photographer," Brock said. He picked at an invisible thread poking out from his pant leg, shrugging. "Job wasn't my calling."

That was the short, short version. While he'd liked taking pictures, that kind of thing just paled in comparison when you were a Host. Who cared about photos and newspapers when you had all this power offered to you?

"So what about you?" Brock asked. "What'd you do in Japan?"

He knew enough about human technology to be familiar with the term. It seemed a fairly frivolous sort of profession though. But if one could get by on taking pictures, why not? Then again, it sounded like Eddie was having a difficult time of it.

"Thinkin' of goin' into somethin' else then? When y'get out 'course," he asked, with a curious tilt of his head.

As for his own job. "Now let's see... I worked as somethin' called a shinigami. What was th' word for that one... Death God? Soul Reaper? They got s'many names for us these days. But I ain't much for it anymore. Had a bit of a fallin' out with the comp'ny."

Day 27: Sun Room (4th Shift)

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