damned_institute | Day 27: Intercom, Evening

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Day 27: Intercom, Evening

The intercom gave its cheery jingle just before the Head Doctor's equally buoyant voice rang through the halls.

"Ah, and finally, our day is coming to a close! Rooms and roommates have been reassigned with care, though what great partnership can start without a good meal? Ah, yes, after the nurses escort all of our patients, new and old, back to their proper rooms, everyone will have the chance to enjoy a savory chicken pot pie, full of peas, carrots, potatoes, and of course, chicken. On the side, we'll have buttery corn on the cob and green beans, and to drink, you may choose from the regular slew of water, milk, or assorted juices, which your nurse will bring to you.

"I believe that's all for now! Phew, long day, huh? I know I'll be happy to get some sleep, and thank you to all our vigilant doctors and nurses, although Dr. House seems to have gone AWOL... Hmm... Well, in any case, have a good dinner, everyone!"

The intercom clicked off again as the nurses began organizing the patients for the small trek back to their rooms.

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"Oh, well, my clinic is getting off the ground," Tamaki explained. "It's growing and we have supplies and healers and plans to cover as much of the institute as we can!" He grinned almost nervously.

"Are you feeling better?"

Dark's attempts to talk the nurse went ignored for the most part again; this one seemed much less inclined to even humor him. Annoying, but fair enough. He had had a relatively good day otherwise. Of course, now that it was winding down, Dark found his thoughts wandering to questions about the monsters and other things he was told he would encounter.

He paused when he saw that he really did have a roommate, one that didn't look too happy, at that. Well, nobody here was very happy, so that was a given.

Moving to what was apparently his side of the room, Dark sat down in the chair, turning slightly to face his roommate.

"You'll pick up more girls if you smile, you know."

Rukia smiled tiredly at Kairi. "I'm sure he's not really mad," she said. "I think he's just... worried." Which was only partly true, since Rukia knew that Renji was angry with her. And no doubt her brother, as well, since in Renji's time, they had not reconciled their differences. All the same, though, she knew that he was worried; she was as well, though her reasons may have been different.

Resting a hand gently on Kairi's shoulder, she said, "Yeah, I'm okay. Just in shock, I guess. I don't know if Renji told you, but the man I was speaking with, he's my brother."

Mark glanced around as another patient was led into the room. He'd expected to have a roommate, considering the other set of bed, desk and drawers, so it wasn't a big surprise. He also, somehow, wasn't surprised at how very tall the man was.

Still, knowing whatever he could about the people within this prison ought to include knowing his roommate. So he turned in his chair as the nurse left, his pot pie mostly gone already. Well, he looks fairly slim. Maybe he's not a big eater, Gorge suggested hopefully.

"Hello. I'm..." He hesitated, before deciding that simple was best. "Mark. Are you also new here?"

So it was the clinic that had him so happy? That made sense - it did seem to have a good function in the Institute and would definitely be seeing a lot of use. He was glad that Tamaki had found his niche here and made a name for himself. He seemed like the kind of guy who was used to that sort of circle. "Oh, that's cool. Do you guys need anything? I've been to the pharmacy here before so I can grab things when I'm out and about."

He wouldn't stay in the room. He didn't like seeing injured people, but he would try to help Tamaki anyway he could. As for his roommate's question... "Yeah, I'm feeling a little better. It wasn't a big deal. I'm mostly just concerned about this gap in time I have. Do you know how long I was gone?"

Waka and his former roommate - whose name had never even been offered, to his recollection - had after their first meeting adopted a policy of mutually ignoring each other; the dark-haired man had very obviously not been a social person, and Waka had felt a natural lofty indifference for a man who wouldn't even listen to his flute-playing before complaining about it.

However, he hadn't ignored the other man to the point where he didn't recognize that the man currently sharing his room was someone very different.

"Bonsoir," he offered, blinking at the redhead. "Did something happen to my former roommate, then?"

Kairi sighed. “Poor Renji.” And it was true. Something was always the matter with the poor man, whether he outwardly showed it or not. Would he ever get a break?

Nodding her head, Kairi reached her hand up and gently grabbed onto Rukia’s own, pulling the girl to her own bed (Kairi stayed far away from her own. She knew better.) and instead sat down on the edge of it, pulling Rukia down into a sit as well. “Yes, Renji told Sora and I. He looks quite …” she didn’t know what word to choose without sound rude, so she went with the first thing that came to her mind.

“Frightening.”

Kain was entrenched in thoughts of how to track his cousin when Dark entered the room, and at first Kain nearly didn't notice him. Nearly. He could never be absent minded enough to ignore some stranger. When he walked closer Kain watched him out of the corner of his eye, wary.

He was startled into a wry half smile when Dark spoke, though. "I don't think this is the place for that." Besides, attracting hordes of girls was more Hanabusa's sty -- damn it, how long did dinner take, anyways?

"I'm Kain," he said, trying to distract himself from thinking about when the door unlocked.

Though he intended to spend some quiet time to himself at Lunch, that plan soon backfired when Celes and Edgar arrive. And because of this Larsa chose to duck into the Library once they were herded out of the Cafeteria. He spent the remainder of his time scanning through the wide assortments of novels that he had never come across before, eventually choosing The Street Laywer written by a man named John Grisham as his medium of entertainment until it was time to return to their rooms.

It was easy to see that Larsa was outwardly disappointed when he was forbidden to take the book back with him. The terms that littered the printed paper were so confusing that he found himself understanding so little, but the book had drawn him in to the point where he didn't care. Despite this, the child was generally in good spirits, entering the room with a smile on his face and directed a small nod to Adelheid.

"Were you able to settle anything last night, Adelheid?" He asked curiously once they were alone, poking lightly at the crust and attempted to flake the top off.

And in came that time period issue again. "Depends on what you'd call distant," he said after a pause, much in the same tone. "I'm a shinobi, for whatever that may be worth to you. Or ninja, if you will." It was terribly uncharacteristic for Kakashi to start off an introduction in such a manner -- even giving out that one sentence of information so bluntly felt wrong -- but that's what this whole place was, really. Uncharacteristic.

"And I don't suppose you're not?" His voice was the same, but he was generally interested. He hadn't spoken with anyone aside from the other ninja and the nurses since breakfast; now that he had a better idea of the situation, he was curious about what the supposed other-worlders had to say.

Shadow woke up to the sound of an unfamiliar voice. He wasn't the lightest of sleepers and unless he had a real reason to wake up he liked to sleep in a bit. But the strange voice and the unfamiliar feel of the mattress beneath him made him wake with a jolt. The light was bright and it made him wince, making the metal springs on his bed creak. The first thing that hit him was the fact that the ceiling was nothing like the one he had fallen asleep under. The Citadel was cut from rock. This was plaster. Therefore, this wasn't the Citadel. And if this wasn't the Citadel then where was he?

The next thing Shadow did was move his hand to his neck, checking for signs of a collar. If he'd been caught by the elves and taken into a slave pen he would be wearing a collar to dampen his magic. Yet, he didn't feel anything there which was strange. If he wasn't at the Citadel and he wasn't with the elves, then that still left the question of his location. Dragons? Could this be some sort of family lair of Keman's? No, no, it was too small for a Dragon. Then what? Human? Were there free humans? The thought was so preposterous that it made him laugh. No human was free. The elves saw to that.

Shadow's head was spinning and it left him dizzy. He needed to ground himself. Once he figured out where he was then he could move onto more pressing matters such as how he was supposed to get out and what happened to Shana and Keman. If the Citadel had been taken then he assumed that either Shana and Keman had been captured as well or they had escaped, unable to alert him. Shadow took a deep breath and closed his eyes, focusing on hearing the minds of those around him.

Nothing. There was nothing. No voices, no thoughts, no images. Not even the musical sound of magic that was associated with each person who wielded it. How could there be nothing when he wasn't wearing a collar? This didn't make sense. Perhaps he wasn't concentrating enough. Sometimes his mind wandered. Val always chastised him on the subject.

Val. That was a topic that was bound to keep him from focusing. He'd gone a full five minutes without thinking about him. Strange. He still couldn't believe that he was gone. No. Now wasn't the time to dwell on Valyn. Once Shadow figured out where he was and what happened to the others he'd spend time mourning Valyn. Priorities.

He cleared his mind and focused his magic just on the voices he should be able to hear. Nothing. Shadow concentrated harder. Still nothing. After the third time of deep focus, he still was unable to make out a single peep and it was giving him a headache. In frustration, he picked up the nearest object and flung it across the room, cursing loudly. It just figured this would happen after the day he had yesterday.

"Hello!" Xelloss waved cheerfully, after wiping his mouth neatly with a napkin. A new roommate, too. How exciting. "My name is Xelloss, a mysterious priest. And you are...?"

A little rudeness always hurried conversations along, and he was curious. It was nice that the roommate--well, that the roommate wasn't Zelgadis, firstly, but also that he hadn't shown any sign of being aware of Xelloss as anything other than a normal human being. That might have made things more difficult.

Nadine wasn't too far behind. She staggered into the room with the same crazed look in her eyes that had been there last night. She looked at her roommate with an expression that was blank and almost penetrating, before sinking into her chair and poking at her food.

She had men to take care of her now. Javert had promised. Javert would look after her and keep her safe. He even had a knife for her. And if by some strange chance he ever came o this place, she knew she could go to Javert, like she'd tried to go t Larry. Though not exactly. Just for protection. Maybe this place could make even him weak.....

William raised a brow. That was a large jump in topics and seemingly irrelevant as well, which easily raised the suspicion that this was what the other man was moping over. But why was--

...He had to have been joking... It made sense why the other man's name had been so familiar, as well as his mannerisms and overall ignorance, but the explanation for such could have been simply that this man was a fanatic of the series. ~~Or that he lived under a rock for the past century~~ That or this place was far more powerful than anyone had thought.

"Once upon a time, yes," William replied just as casual, keeping an eye on the other man's reaction.

"Ah.. it was just an attack, nothing too bad. It was something my swords didn't cut, but Dias saved me so it's all right! Just watch out for a big human-shaped thing with swords for claws!" And to think the older swordsman had blamed himself for Ashton's injury. That was one hundred percent silly, when he'd only saved him! But that was Dias' way, and while he didn't want to change him, keeping him from blaming himself for any injuries that might come to pass on Ashton in his presence was a great idea.

He'd been too reckless to attack the monster that time, but if he hadn't attacked, it would have gone for his friend. He would rather have died. And he very well might have.

Though when Axel replied with what he'd done today, Ashton's eyes widened and he very nearly dropped his fork, fumbling with it instead. What were the chances? "You're kidding! I met a guy just like that, too! He had your same exact voice. Jake, right?" He remembered the guy during lunch. Sad sort of guy, but Ashton was convinced they were going to become friends.

Riddick smirked as he answered, "That's putting it mildly. 'Where I come from,' allies usually only get you killed." Or die on you.

He was actually a bit surprised at where the conversation was going, and Jade's reactions, or lack thereof. Can't judge a book by its cover. Cliché or not, it certainly fit this instance. He'd hardly had a chance to talk to Jade the previous night, and so much else had happened since then.

Cloud trudged back to his room not wanting to leave it again tonight. He hated being in such moods that revolved around being anti-social and doing everything by himself. His conversation with Sephiroth had rolled him right back to how he had been feeling during the nights that he would sit in the church alone waiting to die. Sephiroth seemed to always do that to him.

Flopping facedown on his bed, he refused to even think about anything to eat. He was not hungry and even felt a little nauseous.

Instead, his mind swam with the conversation with Sephiroth. The walk back to his room had helped to push the thoughts along as to why everything had bothered him. Family. All the talk of being family, of having a family, of belonging again… he had run so long away from the family of orphans and Tifa that had forgotten what it was like. Now, having forgiven himself and faced off against a considerable amount of his own personal demons – along with Tifa’s stern talking to –had warmed him again to wanting to have a family.

Here at the institute, the feelings remained, but everything else was changed. Tifa was not here to tell him he was being dumb and there were no orphans to take care of. Then, Kadaj acted so lost and Sephiroth seemed to welcome him with more or less open arms, offering him something he was willing to take again. It was the opposite of the family he had once had.

That left him confused and depressed. He suddenly did not want to make a decision on this matter and go back to his church. He had always been so good at running away from concepts that offended him, even his own failure identity.

He sighed and buried his face into his pillow. He suddenly did not want to go to the meeting tonight.

Talking was usually boring. She knew this well enough thanks to the mostly boring conversation she'd had with that Dr. Citan Uzuki during the last shift. At least the venting had made her feel better, but the entertainment value had lacked severely.

"You're human," Rhode said bluntly. She knew it already from the previous night. The restraint she'd had to use to keep from attacking the red-head had, at that time, been aided with the prospect of that twisted aura enough to keep any blood from spilling. Rhode wondered if anything would drag her interest away from getting her dessert this evening.

Her fingers poked at the chicken pot pie thing a few times. Of course she'd forgone the use of silverware - there was more fun in eating barehanded! Not to mention that it made her feel like she was breaking at least some rule as she couldn't very well decide not to eat her vegetables this dinner. The act helped to keep her from becoming bored enough not to care for waiting and just pounce the girl. But the nighttime intrigued her too much, and, as she well knew, it was about time for her powers to start slinking back a little.

Well... At least this Mark possessed some manners, which was far better than nothing at all. The swordsman gave the other man a polite nod as he approached what appeared to be his side of the room before sighing. A chair. Of course, he had forgotten how westernized whatever keeping them here was. He was never going to get used to this...

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mark-" The name sounded odd on his lips. "-I am Mibu Oriya and yes, I am fairly new here." Was the reply as Oriya pulled the chair out, he wasn't even given chopsticks!

Mousse produced his glasses before answering, having learned his lesson earlier (though how long would it last?). Cocking his head to the side, he stated simply, "I am Mousse. Who are you?"

Really, if someone was going to make demands of him, they could at least introduce themselves first.

Well, Saïx had, in a sense, made progress since he'd first left his room this morning.

He did, at least now, know where he was (to a given value of knowing; he knew that he was in a sham of an institute called Landel's, although not where Landel's was positioned geographically or even universally, but those weren't questions that truly made any difference given that there was nothing he could do with the knowledge even if he possessed it) and why the powers over the darkness that all Nobodies possessed seemed to be lost to him; how this all had been achieved by their outwardly-benevolent captors, he was still unclear on, but then Xemnas himself seemed to lack any information on that and he had obviously been here considerably longer, so Saïx couldn't be too hard on himself for not having found out just yet.

It still remained to be seen if his own unique abilities remained to him, although it wouldn't be long before he found out. Night was beginning to fall. Of course, there was no telling what phase of moon it was just yet, at least on this world; he could only hope that this world had a moon.

After a brief debate between logic and better judgment, he opted to consume at least a bit of his dinner. He might well need the extra energy for the upcoming night, however unnecessary eating was - he wasn't going to risk not being every bit as capable as his Superior needed him to be.

After several minutes of standing by the door, Mason was growing severely bored. "Oh fuck this!" he muttered, rounding angrily on the room. There had to be something interesting in here. He went over to the dresser and went through all the drawers, but they were disappointingly empty.

The desk proved slightly more interesting. There were batteries, something radio-like, a bloody huge roll of pens held in a rubber band, a blank journal, and what looked like an empty key ring. He had been hoping for alcohol, but these would have to do. And in a pinch, he could use the rubber band as a weapon. He stuffed them under his mattress.

It then occured to him that his roommate had probably been furnished in the same way, and indeed found the exact same supplies in the other desk, which he also stuffed under his mattress. He was busy looking terrifically not-guilty when the door opened.

"Ah-ha!" Mason shouted, brandishing the rubber band at what appeared to be a nurse.

"So you're finally awake, Mr. Deacon," she said kindly, throwing the Reaper off balance. He waved his rubber band at her again, but it did not seem to have a suitably terrifying effect.

"Uh... Deacon?" he stuttered. "You've... um... That's not me."

She smiled again. It was not the friendly let's-have-casual-sex smile that Mason so liked to see. It was more of an you're-mentally-unstable-but-I-put-up-with-you-because-I'm-being-paid-to smile. Mason did not like that sort of smile.

"You've been having those dreams again, have you?" she asked kindly. Mason then realized that there was a tray in her hand. She set it down on the desk. "There's your supper, Mr. Deacon. Enjoy." She smiled that smile at him, and while he was spluttering in confusion, still clutching the rubber band, she exited.

Some small coherent part of Mason's brain told him that he should have escaped while the door was unlocked. The rest of his brain was telling him that the food smelled, if not delicious, then certainly edible. So he sat at the desk and wolfed it down, licking the plate for good measure. Whatever horrible afterlife this is, the Reaper thought to himself, at least I get free meals.

Hmmm...and what was wrong with the room mate and how could he have some fun with it?

"Hey, Mister!" Phibrizzo smiled brightly, "You should try to food! It's very good and- oh! What's wrong?" He stopped, becoming more serious and thoughtful as he "noticed" Quatre's countenence. "You look sad."

Kratos quirked a brow. The greeting had been strange- what in the world did "bonsoir" mean? He supposed it was similar to "hello", but still...all these new cultural details were getting to him. He figured that over the span of the next couple of days he'd be getting quite a lot of them too

"I can only guess. I was put in this room without any idea that there had been someone else before me, and therefore have no information to offer."

He took a sip of water before setting the cup down. "My name is Kratos Aurion. You are...?"

In response to the grunt, Hisoka gave the other man a nod before seating himself at his desk. He'd eat this food and then get to work, regardless of what he was, he was going to get something done tonight or heaven help him. Hopefully whatever was done would lead him closer to obtaining a sword...

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