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Day 28: Bus 2
The group hadn't made it to the Twin Pines before the nurses started ushering them back to the buses. Sanji didn't believe the small sack dinner he was handed would make up for the meal they would have had at the restaurant, and aside from that he'd still wanted to check the place out. Now he had no way of comparing it to what they served at the asylum and he couldn't help but wonder if the staff had planned it that way.
Somehow in the large crowd of patients and nurses he lost track of his crewmates, something that seemed to be occurring just as often as Usopp warned it would. He had their room numbers now, though. He would find them tonight if not before.
His dinner was eaten quickly and he found it lacking, but he wouldn't complain. What he really needed was a cigarette. Bringing it up on the walk down Main Street earlier had only made him think about it more, and now he was just irritable. He tapped a light broken rhythm on the plastic pane of his window, staring out at the other patients as they were loaded into the buses also.
Somehow in the large crowd of patients and nurses he lost track of his crewmates, something that seemed to be occurring just as often as Usopp warned it would. He had their room numbers now, though. He would find them tonight if not before.
His dinner was eaten quickly and he found it lacking, but he wouldn't complain. What he really needed was a cigarette. Bringing it up on the walk down Main Street earlier had only made him think about it more, and now he was just irritable. He tapped a light broken rhythm on the plastic pane of his window, staring out at the other patients as they were loaded into the buses also.
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Well, an exploration of a strange city could go worse, he knew from personal experience. In all, he hadn't learned much... it seemed to be an Earthlike world, or a very well terraformed one, but with the potential of alternate dimensions that gave him no real sense of direction or location. The choice of historical settings was another peculiarity. The smell of exhaust from the buses that had been waiting for him was a bit nauseating, after the busy day. Or, that might just be stress mixing with hunger.
Sitting towards the back of the bus, he set into his sandwich immediately.
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Of course, that good mood quickly dissipated when the buses came into view again. Good Lord, did they really expect him to get on one of those things again, now that he had a general idea of how they worked?
He accepted his dinner with poor grace and boarded the nearest bus. It was, he noted with some irritation, practically empty, save for a boy and a short, rather rotund man. The idea of sitting alone on the trip back to the asylum didn't particularly appeal to him, and a conversation would probably take his mind off of the ride itself. With this thought in mind, he dropped into the seat in front of the short man, quirking an eyebrow at him.
"Get much done today?" he asked without preamble. The traditional "So how long have you been here?" had never really appealed to him.
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On the other hand though, there was food. And he couldn't very well leave the others and try to run off on his own, he reasoned as he sat in his seat, munching happily on the food he'd been given. Besides, Rukia and the others probably had a plan for the night and-
Allen nearly choked on the half of his sandwich he'd stuffed in his mouth. What were they going to do for the night?! He hadn't talked to Rinali about a meeting place or anything! What if she got hurt?! What if they took her and he'd never even know until it was too late! What if Renji and the others needed their help!
Without the message board around to drop notes, he was lost. Had there been anything in town? It was far too late now. He sunk a little lower in his seat and the pace at which he ate slowed, but didn't stop. Maybe he would get lucky and one of the others would wind up on the bus too. Then again, he had such terrible luck...
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He couldn't help it as he sat down. His stomach growled quite loudly and vocally. Still, it didn't matter. He would get to eat sometime soon. Lust would have to let him eat! She had to! He gnawed lightly on the back of the seat in front of him. He could have eaten through it, but it wouldn't be as tasty as warm soft tasty flesh. It didn't have a soul. It couldn't cry.
He was really, really hungry.
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"Sandwiches, huh?" He said sarcastically and smirked at Sanji. "They're really feedin' us well today, aren't they?
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Still, there was no point in going out of his way to make enemies. "I wanted to check out some of the restaurants in town, but I didn't get a chance." He tried to keep his tone casual. "Did you?"
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At least, though, she'd been able to watch over Raine. She took a seat and waited for the half-elf to join her.
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She was cheered very slightly by dinner, though--when she got a box of orange juice. "Perfect," she murmured, giving Reinforce a slight smile. If nothing else, the trip had been a change of pace, a chance to look around a new place... and now she had the ingredients for two kinds of Gels.
All in all, the day hadn't been too horrible... but her injuries had really sapped her energy, and she was definitely not hungry again yet. Holding her dinner in her lap, she leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes, hoping she could sleep at least until they got back.
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After a pleasant meal in the restaurant (even though the food had been rather...strange), the nurses came to round up their patients and Kenshin had been forced to bid farewell to Dave Barret, the bizarre writer. Since he needed to speak with Okita, he requested that he be brought to the bus that "Ikeda-san" had been sent to. The nurse had given him an odd look for that, and protested that he wasn't going to have much luck talking to someone who'd been sedated, but eventually relented.
Once he was on the bus, it wasn't hard to find Okita. His
flamboyantlyvery purple hair was difficult to miss."Hattori Hanzo's descendant, hmm?" he asked, by way of greeting. It was almost frightening how...informal they had become. "Is he very skilled?"
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Chocolate was amazing.
He'd just managed to figure out that the bread and meat thing he'd been given was also edible when he heard someone familiar approach him. Grinning like a two year old handed pudding, Okita looked up at Kenshin and patted the seat next to him. Not wanting to sound like a complete fool, he took his time in getting his words out - careful to enunciate and think before speaking. He probably sounded more ridiculous, but at least he didn't say anything too strange. "Yes, a very good fighter. Needs more training, but good. How was your day?"
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Qui-Gon hadn't had a chance to fill Obi-Wan in completely on what he planned, but he would the next chance that was presented to him. While he wasn't sure yet if it was possible to construct a commlink with the Earthian's level of technology, he certainly intended to try. It occurred to him that without the proper tools, they would be most certainly fighting an uphill battle. But not only was keeping in contact over distances critical, it would also give him more time to learn about this civilization. If they could make a working commlink, then they could make more for the other patients - but no, he was getting ahead of himself. One did not get anywhere with if's.
He'd told Obi-Wan that plenty of times, told him that he had to be mindful of the present and not get lost in the future. It was time for him to take his own advice.
Herded to one of the bus lines by the staff, Qui-Gon took a quiet breath to center himself. There was a light, evening chill in the air, an honest breeze that he knew he would miss once he was back at Landels. The sky itself was shot through with streaks of pink and red, darkening into purple as evening set in. There was a whole alien world out there beyond Landels, beyond Doyleton, an end of the galaxy that no Jedi - as far as he could tell - had ever stepped set foot in.
And yet he could feel the Force present here, in the life around him. He'd felt it in Fancy the Horse and in Prucell.
The Force is my ally. It was the mantra of a Jedi, something that every Jedi, from initiate to Master, had grown up repeating. Only perhaps it had lost its meaning over the years...and now Qui-Gon was finding out that he was not as attuned to it as he thought. It was one thing to sense the thrums and vibrations of life in the Force even here on Earth. It was another to harness it.
Stepping onto the bus, Qui-Gon picked out a seat, gripping the headrests as he made his way down the aisle. He supposed that his train of thought would've been discouraging, but he instead found strength in it. Qui-Gon was sure now that he was supposed to be dead - but he was not, and this was another chance. He would do things different, both as a friend. And as a Jedi. Perhaps this time, on this last mission, he would learn what it really meant to be an ally with the Force.
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Argilla was, to put it simply, rather perplexed. The place with the manicures had been an interesting distraction, full of things that she'd never seen before, enver even heard of. But the woman who had settled down to 'do' her nails (whatever they did to them, she wasn't entirely sure) had looked bemused and asked why she needed them doing when they were already perfect?
It didn't make sense. She and Roland had been seperated, for which she was a little sad. She'd enjoyed the afternoon with him.
The bus was aready fairly crowded when she entered and she approached another of the patients with a smile. "Is this seat taken?"
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Deftly folding the skirt underneath her as she sat, an absent skill, she perched on the edge of an empty seat by the window. The things pushed at her by a passing nurse - human food, it looked like - either were left forgotten on the seat, or slipped to the floor with the bus's movement. She didn't know the way back, so she had to accept this return ride, that was the initial problem. Because the only way to see more, find out why and how, was to go back. Without her Chevaliers - and the fact that her song, however short-lived, had failed to draw them was no small barb - something had to be done on her behalf. And she'd just have to do it herself, wouldn't she?
Diva pressed her palm to the window, fingers spread wide. This was not something the girl was used to, not by any stretch of the imagination.
Something had to change, didn't it?
Yes, Amshel had told her that. That was problem solving. Wasn't it?
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"Is this seat taken?" she spoke up, arching an eyebrow in inquiry to see if the girl would mind company.
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He headed to the back of the bus, and surreptitiously pull the rather abused little book back out of his shoe, tucking it under his shirt. He didn't think Hisoka would like getting a book if it smelled like feet.
He crossed his arms over his chest and looked out the window, sinking lower in the seat.
[due to be molest0red by Byakuya. D: ]
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The bus he was herded towards, at least, held one moderately-pleasant surprise: Renji. Excellent. He'd been hoping to meet with the boy all day... and, now, despite the subpar conditions for privacy, he intended to do exactly that.
He strode over to the seat his Lieutenant had chosen, and sank into the aisle side. Now seated, he looked over at said Lieutenant, waiting for some sort of reaction.
[OOC: Molest molest moleeeest~<3]
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Unfortunately, he had also been inefficient today, and hadn't stolen anything or really done much to make meatbags feel inferior. What a waste.
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Rukia got separated from Renji in all the commotion, but she at least managed to get onto the bus without anyone noticing the small book tucked against her chest. Its presence alone made her happy in a simple, 'no one can take this from me' sort of way. Even though they were all, for the time being, trapped at Landel's Institute, weakened, and in terrible danger, she had that comfort.
She had Renji's promise.
A small, secret smile on her lips, she made her way down the aisle of the bus. She quickly spotted Renji... and her brother. Hm. Well, that could either be really good or really bad. Before either of them could spot her, she plopped down into the nearest open seat.
Looking at its other occupant, she smiled a little nervously. "Oh, hello. I'm sorry, do you mind if I sit here?"
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Granted, he hadn't done anything particularly useful with his day. But between the claws, the filleting blade from Lecter's office and the box cutter, he was fairly well set for small weapons, and nothing big would have been possible to smuggle back. So he had a little fun, instead, messing with Hakkai and the Egyptian kid. Not a bad day, all told.
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"Just tell me where my friends are already!" he shouted at her as she pushed him onto the number two bus.
"I'm sure you'll see them soon enough, Jordan. Now stop shouting or I'll have to give you a time out," his nurse replied, thoroughly annoyed as she set the muffs back on. "And stop taking those off, you'll catch cold."
"How the hell do I catch a co--" The nurse pushing him down the aisle stopped him from saying anything else. He turned to finish his thought, but she was already leaving to find other people to harrass. Once she was gone, he pulled the earmuffs off again. He normally liked colors, but the kitten shaped monstrosities needed to burn. He wondered if Soubi would offer up a match for such a noble cause if Ritsuka asked him. Knowing Soubi, the guy would offer up a lung if Ritsuka asked him.
Making his way down the aisle, Ritsuka wondered if Miku or Alfons were on this bus. He glanced around, but couldn't find them and sighed. He'd promised to make memories with them and Ritsuka hated breaking promises. If only he could find them, maybe he could get them to come by later so they could make some tonight. Running a hand through his hair in exasperation, Ritsuka spotted Soubi saving a seat for him and stopped next to the blonde. "Sorry, my nurse is a pain sometimes."
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Sanzo took a seat near the back, closest to the window. It grated that he had freedom so close, but he still couldn't leave. Not yet, at least. As long as he knew the sutra was within Landels, it was his responsibility to track it down, shoot the fucker that had it, and then bust out.
This would be bordering on insulting, if he hadn't gotten two boxes and the matches out of it.
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Besides, it would keep him occupied, unfocused on his curiosity and concern for the fellow members of the history club.
"Good evening, Konzen." Without waiting for the invitation that would never come, Homura sat down beside the man, effectively trapping him. A smirk graced his lips, and mentally he wondered how long it would take the monk to become violent this time. "Did you have a good trip?"
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Still, it bugged him that this day had been so unproductive. Aside from tight security, there had been nothing worth attempting to steal that he could see. From what he knew from being here for only a day, the name of the game was simply staying alive, and he preferred his hands over any small tool he could have snatched.
No, Kakashi would just improvise as he went. He always did.
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When she was patted down and handed dinner for the evening, the Servant nearly snapped at the disrespect. To be touched by such hands was an insult, but she had seen their ways here around the town. Retribution at this point would lead only to sedation with the small needles, and the king of knights could not afford to be in anything less than her best condition here.
Finding a seat that remained unoccupied at the moment, Saber claimed it, silently nibbling on the portions handed out for the sake of keeping up her strength.
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The nurses had appeared from nowhere, as far as Mousse was concerned, as soon as he and Zoro had found their way to the Twin Pines. Despite his protesting, the Amazon had found himself separated from the pirate and forced onto an unfamiliar with unfamiliar faces.
How very unfair! He had a good mind to say as much, except that the nurse telling him to sit down didn't seem in the mood for much in the way of back talk. While Mousse was more than confident that he could take her in combat, he still found himself cowering in fear of getting on her bad side and slinking to a seat. He'd blame Cologne and her conditioning.
Sitting down with his dinner, he realized that he wasn't alone and bowed slightly. "Oh, hello, Miss."
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He picked a free seat on the bus and leaned back in it, closing his eyes tiredly. Skipping so much sleep wasn't brilliant, even for a god and he couldn't afford to not do anything again tonight. He thought that he'd go and find Hakkai. That would probably make him feel better.
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Byakuya headed away from his lieutenant, towards the back of the bus; for the moment, he wished to be alone. His thoughts had turned... soft, towards the end of their discussion...
Love was not weakness. Mourning was not weakness. To dwell on the past for this long, though... that very well might have been weakness. And he could not abide weakness.
He took a seat gracefully, as always, and stared idly out the window. At that moment, he wished for nothing more than sleep... or, no, not sleep. Sleep had dreams, and dreams were treacherous. No, perhaps meditation...
[Feel free to pester him~<3]
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"Captain," he said. "Did you enjoy your massage? I think you must've left the place before me."
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