http://accursed_rock.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] accursed-rock.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2007-10-26 10:10 am

Day 28: Bus 1

Zelgadis was not happy, at all. Not that this was any change, but the events of the past few hours had given him more to angst about than usual. Nightshift had been dreadful: first he was attacked by a small green man and then covered in leeches, neither of which lead to warm fuzzy feelings.

And now this.

When the nurse had come into his room with new clothes he had a small glimmer of hope-- some thief had taken his normal Landel's wear in the night, so perhaps this was a change in luck. However, it was not the godsend he had hoped for. Minus the threat of sedation, there was nothing in the universe that could make Zelgadis wear a bright lemon-yellow shirt. There was a jacket of a slightly more tasteful variety, so Zelgadis made good us of it-- he put all his coupons in a pocket and pulled up the hood. It was almost as good as his cloak. Well, no it wasn't, but it would have to do.

With mild protesting, Zelgadis was lead to a large yellow vehicle. He climbed the stairs, took a seat towards the back, and readied himself for another frustrating day of being attacked and threatened with spoons.

[identity profile] icy-demise.livejournal.com 2007-10-30 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just HK... but we spent a lot of time watching..." SubZero paused for a moment and shrugged. "There were a pair of patients in a disagreement. One of them cornered the other and... HK likes to watch," Though he had the feeling HK would have enjoyed giving them a few pointers and improving the technique applied.

SubZero had watched the coupon book and made couldn't hold back a laugh at the free massage, grinning in amusement. He would have to take HK for that, if only to keep him out of the smiling man's greedy hands.

[identity profile] ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com 2007-10-31 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Watchin'? Ya din't try ta intervene? Ta help either o' 'em?" He rubbed a hand across his stubbled face thoughtfully, then added, "on second thought, that's prob'ly not yer style, huh?"

He hadn't noticed the Lin Kuei gazing over at the coupon book, but guessed correctly that the source of the other man's amusement was probably the same as his own. He grinned back at him, thinking to make a witty remark, when the bus ground to a halt. Looking out the window, he saw the outlay of buildings of what looked to be a quaint little New England Village.

The doors opened and staff began herding patients through them. Not wanting to waste any more time in scouting the place and in reporting back to Statesman, Logan was among the first to leave his seat.

"I gotta talk 'shop' with a coupla other people this mornin'. Maybe I'll run inta ya later in tha day. Enjoy tha sights, bub." The last sentence heavy with sarcasm as he moved toward the front of the bus.