Day 29: Sun Room

[not-rly-fai.livejournal.com]

It was with some relief that Yuuhi awoke the next morning, in his own bed, sore and tired and achy.  He would've slept more had they let him, his face down in the pillow, away from all the others and their questions and their concern.  He didn't want to see them, but he managed a little smile when the nurse came in and didn't object when she lead him out into the open hallway that had been splattered with blood, plenty of it his, just last night. 

The Chapel or the Sun Room?  He felt he had good reason not to be terribly religious and had a feeling he wouldn't be very welcome there anyway.  The Sun Room would be nice though.  It was bright and cheery and he could always doodle or write notes on the community board if he'd nothing better to do.  Besides, the nurse was kind enough to let him take a book with him.

He found a seat on one of the couches, far from the entrance and seated himself in the far corner, legs scrunched up against his chest so he only took up one of the cushions.  He opened up where he'd left off, fingers carefully turning the worn pages  of Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz. 

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[hamenleai.livejournal.com]

Shana had awoken in her own room, with no sign of Valyn and the vague feeling of a headache lingering at the back of her eyes. She was still tired, but her nurse nudged her up and out of bed. Her leg was still expertly bandaged, and while it still hurt, the pain wasn't unbearable, though there was a definite limp to her movements as her nurse escorted her down the hall to the Sunroom.

She glanced around, noting the room was still mostly empty, and no sign of Keman, Valyn, or Shadow as of yet. Her stomach rumbled, but apparently breakfast was to be late this morning - it figured.

Yawning, she found a quiet couch in the sun and stretched out to soak up the warmth, thinking maybe she'd catch a little more sleep until it was time to east. Sunshine always made her sleepy, even if she wasn't like Keman, who adored soaking up the rays for entirely different reasons.

[valyns-shadow.livejournal.com]

Waking up in his room left Shadow with a strange feeling. The last thing he remembered was Daemon advancing towards him. At least he wasn't any worse for wear. His should still felt a bit bruised but that was to be expected after running right into an invisible brick wall. Still, he counted himself lucky that was all the damage he had received and he hoped that Valyn and Shana had made it through the night without killing each other and that Keman had healed. As the nurse prodded him out of bed he figured he'd find out sooner as opposed to later.

Shadow wasn't a very religious sort and he was curious about what the Sunroom looked like during the day so he opted to be placed there, deciding he'd learn a bit more about this place before venturing out again. The Sunroom was decidedly more inviting during the day time. All of the tables and chairs were back in their original positions which was interesting to see. He wondered who was in charge of righting everything after the chaos of the previous night. Perhaps there was some sort of magic at work.

While glancing around he spotted Shana lying on a large couch. Shadow smiled, happy to see that she was well, and walked over to her, nudging her leg. "Mind if I share your seat?" he said with a smile. "I'm glad to see you made it through the night in one piece. Valyn wasn't too much, was he?"

[bewarethecute.livejournal.com]

[Mika Mika! Will delete if you have plans, so let me know?]

This was the second time Ururu woke up without remembering falling asleep, and she still didn't like it much. And worse, she hadn't made it to M23 after all. Now the man who kept speaking over the intercom was talking about plans for the day, but she wasn't listening too much.

Ururu had a lot to think about.

How were all the people she had met last night? Keman had been hurt, and she lost track of Fai, not to mention Orihime and the people she had helped. And most importantly of all was Kisuke-san, who Ururu hadn't seen in quite awhile, and who she really needed to talk to. That was why, when the nurse asked, Ururu picked the Sun Room. Maybe if she put up another sign, Kisuke-san would see it and find her.

It didn't take long to post the note, just a short question for the person she cared for most. And even better, Ururu saw someone she knew, all curled up in the corner alone. Ururu didn't think that was a good sign, since she sat like that when she was sad.

She hoped Fai wasn't sad. Fai was nice, and Ururu wanted him to be happy.

Ururu couldn't move quite as well as she normally did, still sore from the night before. But it was simple enough to make her way to Fai, and stand in front of him as she spoke. "Good morning, Fai-san. Are...are you okay?"

[not-rly-fai.livejournal.com]

He'd noticed Ururu before she got near the couch where he sat, but he waited until she was close before he dog-eared the book and set it down beside him. He gave her a smile, though it wasn't all it might have been the day before. There was still no sign of the others and after last night, it was becoming more and more difficult to hope.

"Good morning to you too Ururu," he offered, "I'm doing just fine. You were really impressive last night, you know? I had no idea you were so amazing. I hope you're doing alright too?" He tried to keep the worry from his face, but he'd seen the way she walked, with a little more stiffness and caution than most children. He'd abandoned her last night to find help for Keman, but... she'd seemed to be doing alright.

[shiki-master.livejournal.com]

Considering the fact that Tsuzuki had spent the entirety of the previous day in his room, he was dying to at least step foot outside of it today. It didn't help that being confined to his sickbed with a stomach bug had been a miserable experience. At least he hadn't been forced to go on that trip. What kind of nurse would have pressured him into leaving the building when he could barely hold himself upright anyway?

Still feeling a little ill this morning, Tsuzuki didn't care much about the chapel. Instead, he asked to be led to the Sun room, where he found the most comfortable looking couch and dropped into it. They could call him lazy if they wanted, just as long as he didn't still feel sick when the all-you-can-eat breakfast came around. He was looking forward to that.

Mumbling something that sounded like 'thank you' to the nurse who'd helped him, Tsuzuki draped his arm over his eyes to block out the light.

[meironohosoku.livejournal.com]

It was with a slight start that Hanyuu awoke, and she had to spend a moment trying to remember the previous days events. The last thing she remembered, was curling up in a seat on the bus, after spending most of the day walking around with Rena. Had she fallen asleep, then?

Somehow, the idea of sleeping through nightshift seemed odd... Although she couldn't deny being somewhat relieved, too. At least she hadn't needed to worry about running into any monsters again... But what about the others? Mion, Rena, and Arlene; Hanyuu had no way of knowing if they were okay. Hopefully they were, as there were no second chances to be had in this world...

The former spirit was still dwelling (and 'auau'-ing) on that thought when a nurse arrived to coax her out of bed. Hanyuu had yet to see what the Chapel looked like, but the Sun Room sounded more appealing, so she chose to visit the latter once more.

The first thing she noticed, was that there were only a few others in the room at the moment-- one person being her roommate. Most of the others present seemed to already be talking to someone else (and it wasn't as though Hanyuu was comfortable approaching others right away, anyway) so the girl moved to an available seat and curled up.

If nothing else, she could at least do what she did the last time she had been in the Sun Room and get a little more sleep.

[endlessjune.livejournal.com]

Nightshift was terrible - well, Rika had the idea that it was supposed to be terrible, but it seemed more terrible than usual. She had finally gotten a glimpse of the monsters she was warned about and she could have lived several lifetimes over before seeing one ever again. But really, compared to Hinamizawa... was this place really worse? Rika still had troubling deciding that one out.

When she awoke, she was met with a rather sharp pain when she flexed her hand, now wrapped in gauze. The helpful nurse explained to her that it was because the patients had a tendency to hurt themselves at night - in Rika's case, she must have dug her nails into her skin as she slept.

Rika didn't say much to that. She just smiled, nii-pah'd, and requested to go to the Sun Room. That turned out to be the best decision she made upon arriving her, because she found someone she needed to talk to very badly. Rika almost didn't recognize her from behind without those horns (where were they?) but...

"Hanyuu!"

Rika ran forward, making a grab at the spirit's shoulder - only to find that she could actually touch it!

[seiran314.livejournal.com]

It felt as if he had just started to frown at Kikyo's command to get out of the man's way when the intercom had chimed in, and Aya had known there wasn't time left for anything. He woke up in his bed not knowing whether to feel relieved or frustrated. Yet another futile night behind. But at least he now had neatly tied bandages around his shoulder as well as side. And deciding from the bold scent of antiseptic in the air, his wounds should be clean as well. He didn't know what to think of the fact that his right side felt oddly like nothing -- not numb, or hurting, just perfectly fine. He had refused to eat any kind of pain medication, and no knife wound would heal in just a week.

If the situation would have been different he would have checked what the bandages hid. But it would have meant staying in and untying the bandage as well as wrapping himself up again. Right now he didn't have time for that.

He needed to know Omi and Ken were okay.

When the nurse came to fetch him, he was already waiting by the door, hurrying her with a no-nonsense gaze. He declined her offer to take him to the chapel with a curt shake of head and practically forced her to run to keep up with his pace. Unfortunately it was early, and the sun room practically empty. Empty at least compared to the crowd it would be entertaining later on. He sighed, picking a spot where he could see the doors and sat down. It would be enough to just see them. After he had confirmed their safety with his own eyes, he had other matters to think about.

[seiran314.livejournal.com]

[He's going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/263999.html?thread=19708991#t19708991) to bother Omi]

[forgot-my-life.livejournal.com]

Takaya woke and snarled at nothing. What an utterly useless day that was.

He had to face facts now. Naoe was .... gone. He was alone. There was nothing he could do. His eyes swam with what he refused to think of as tears and the teenager scrubbed at his face quickly as a nurse entered his room.

"Sun room," was all he said.

Slumping into a chair, Takaya closed his eyes and tried very hard not to think about that god damned man and how he'd been abandoned once again.

[uruz-vii.livejournal.com]

[Mind if a sergeant bugs you? :D Will delete if you have plans~]

Sousuke opened his eyes slowly, feeling a haze of drugs clamping over his otherwise sharp mind. Everything was moving rather slowly. For example, he didn't notice that there was an IV in his arm, pumping him full of who-knows-what until at least three seconds later. This realization was followed by the observation that he was no longer in the jeans he'd been provided with, but in the gray sweatsuit again. He didn't remember changing...

"Good morning Mr. Inoue," His nurse said as she cautiously entered the room. He nodded to her and looked up at the IV curiously, wondering if she would sedate him if he asked.

"Just a precaution," She said, as if answering his questioning gaze. "After your accident and the severe blood loss that followed, your body is sadly lacking in nutrients with which to produce more blood. Of course, I would have just given you a few cookies and left it at that, but the doctors around here are just so--"

The nurse tried to help Sousuke out of bed, but he had other ideas. After seeing those nurses transform before his very eyes, and then experiencing one nearly kill him, he wasn't about to let one of them near him.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" He spat, pressing his body against the opposing wall like a trapped animal.

"Mr. Inoue!" The nurse shouted back, "Get out of your bed this instant, or I will be forced to call an orderly!"

More monsters. No, he wouldn't let that happen. He needed to get out of this room, and quickly. Sousuke grabbed the IV and brandished it, jabbing at his nurse and growling. "Get BACK!"

"Orderly!" The nurse cried, her voice warbling in panic. He'd been so cooperative yesterday... what had brought this sudden change on?

Sousuke was pinned and drugged, but not without a fight. It took three orderlies five minutes just to disarm him, and not without gaining their share of bruises. Furious, Sousuke's nurse deposited him in the Sun Room, sans IV, and left him to fend for himself.

He couldn't be sure, but the sergeant thought he saw the young man he'd met... was it two days ago? His head wasn't exactly functioning properly. He made his way over to where Takaya was sitting, and tried his best to find himself a chair. They kept moving around...

"They drugged me again..."

[felled-hero.livejournal.com]

Hughes figured that the chances of the Head Doctor showing up in the chapel after announcing it was slim. And besides that, he wasn't in the mood to get a look at the man. Helpful as it possibly would have been, he didn't trust himself not to attempt to throttle the man.

Last night... hell, he hardly even remembered it. It had been complete chaos, he knew that much. The yelling, the blood, the things that had come down from the roof of the building...

Shaking his head, Hughes stretched out on a couch and pinched the bridge of his nose. It was visitor day. That day always made him tense and nervous. He couldn't go through seeing a fake Gracia again.

He took out the folded, creased photo of his family and stared at it, holding on to one of the few good things he had in this place.

[zeus-incarnate.livejournal.com]

Once again nothing had been done. No doubt that would put Recluse in a bad mood, but Marcus didn't see him as he stepped into the sun room. The thought that Recluse had perhaps gone to the chapel was strange, but not impossible if Landel was going to appear.

Marcus had considered making his way to the chapel instead, but he'd never been much of a religious person. Well, not most conventional modern religions. It was slightly odd to try to believe in some sort of higher power when he had the essence of Zeus inside him.

More than that, he felt it would not be wise to attack Landel, and he was sure he would not be able to restrain himself if the man appeared. With newly drawn stars on his shoulders from his smuggled out blue marker, Marcus went to sit down next to a man who was looking at a photograph.

"Morning," He didn't really feel like prefacing his greeting with 'good'. It could hardly be described as such, and Statesman had the feeling that this man shared his opinion, if the look on his face was any indication.

[31st-of-china.livejournal.com]

Waking up with a disturbingly blank spot in his memory was getting pretty damn tiring.

The clothes he'd worn yesterday were gone, replaced with the same Landels bullshit that he'd been stuck in the entire time. The gashes on his back were patched up, but the nurses couldn't do the same job of it that Hakkai could. Even with the other injuries starting to heal over, these new ones weren't going to make that recovery any easier.

At least the cigarettes and matches were still on him. Something had come out of this nonsense

The monk made his way to the Sun Room. Hopefully Hakkai or Goku would be there, because they needed to regroup, figure out what needed to get done. He also wanted to keep a closer eye on Goku now.

Sanzo was going to need a smoke (or several) the moment nightshift arrived.

[opposingheaven.livejournal.com]

Even getting hold of the metal hadn't sweetened Kenren's mood any. He doubted that he'd be getting any more cheerful anytime soon.

He deliberately decided not to enter the Chapel. If Landel turned up, then he didn't want to see the smirking bastard's face. Mainly because he would try to punch it. And he wanted to make sure that when he did attack, it would be felt.

He spotted Sanzo quickly in the Sun Room and approached him, all of his usualy casualness gone from his expression. "Hakkai's gone," he said, cold anger tainting his words.

[small-fortune.livejournal.com]

The chapel had been tempting for just a moment. Dr. Landel's voice made it sound as though it were a generic spot for "religious or spiritual reflection," which was rather modern for a simulation of this time period. Then again, considering the strange and even bizarre people in this place, any one religion might cause a fuss.

More tempting than the chapel was the Sun Room and his board. Finally, communication, information. Glancing back over his old notes, he prepared to start writing again. More patients, Landel had said... and visitors? What did that mean? Catching up with the constant swell of new information might be difficult, but at least he could try to catch trends, note groups.

[the-clown-king.livejournal.com]

Tamaki didn't want to go to the Chapel. Even though it was morning, he felt like he hadn't slept at all. He probably hadn't. Last night had been trying, to put it very mildly. But despite being injured - there were small, neat stitches beneath his eye now - and all the chaos and madness of the clinic, he felt good. He felt productive. He felt like he was really making a difference!

He just hoped Ed and Elena were alright. He hadn't been able to get back outside. And he hadn't seen Elena at all. Well, he'd simply track them down sometime during the day! And the twins as well. There were so many people he needed to keep track of!

[adorkabledragon.livejournal.com]

When Keman woke, he was very stiff, very sore, and very groggy. He couldn't remember how he had gotten back to his bed, but that was getting to be a pretty common occurrence. A little more unsettling was that he couldn't really remember what had come before that. It was all one big blur. He remembered being on the bus, then the nurses changed, and then...

Well, he remembered faces, voices, and pain. Fai must've carried him out of the bus, because then Valyn was there...and then he was in a room, and Shana was lying on a bed, and there was a human boy standing over her, and then...

Well, then he was waking up again in his own bed, with his chest swathed in bandages and a nurse standing over him with a few crackers ("Just to coat the stomach, dear"), a cup of water, a small white capsule, and an orderly near at hand in case her charge decided he didn't want to take his medicine.

He walked into the Sun Room a few minutes later, after he'd given the 'Vicodin' a chance to start working. It looked like Shana and Shadow were already talking to the woman yesterday, so he just gave them a cheery wave and sat down next to a familiar-looking boy.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked brightly, despite his rather pale face. "You're...you're the person from last night, right? The one who was taking care of my sister?"

[0bnoxious.livejournal.com]

Considering Albel was pretty much allergic to anything religious (wich included Chapels), he didn't have to think long about his room of choice. Both rooms would be a waste of time either way, though he'd preferred to do so in a lounge rather than in a room filled with pathetic maggots praying to their nonexistent little Gods. Hmph, useless scum!

As the Elicoorian plopped down on one of the chairs, he let out an irritating sigh. Aside from fighting that stupid bag of feathers, tonight had been useless. After heading back inside of this dump, he had somehow lost track of time. The warrior woke up in his room before he knew it.

But there wasn't any sense on wasting his breath on the whole thing. The Wicked One had better things to do, even though the statement wasn't very convincing as he set around doing nothing in his chair.

[ooc; free to be bothered ^^]

[jei.livejournal.com]

It had been an odd night, what with the being hugged and all, but in the end it had been a fucking fantastic night. Farfarello was still almost high from the sheer joy of killing another human being. Not as slow a death as he might have liked, but still a very painful one. It was the best drug he knew.

His many and varied injuries had been patched up, though he knew he needed to be careful with those broken ribs until they were fully healed. It was nice to be able to draw air into both lungs again, though.

All in all, Farfarello felt great. Sure, he was stiff and slower than usual, and he wouldn't be very useful this coming night, but. Murder made it all better. So, he had a smile on his face as he plopped down next to some random guy and all but purred, "Good morning."

[1mperturbable.livejournal.com]

Scratching the back of his head, Cloud found himself being taken to the Sun room for lack of anything else to do. He had no interest in the Chapel or any other place where religion was probably going to be pushed at him. At least at the Sun Room there might have been someone whom he could speak to before having to be dragged away for breakfast.

He picked one of the cushions from the couch and took it over to the nearest corner, flopping himself down there so he could watch the rest of the room. He wondered what the point of having a people meet the patients part was when no one even knew that he was here in the first place. Besides, who would visit him in a place like this if most of them seemed to end up here?

Not wanting to waste the time stooling over it, he leaned back against the wall and sighed. He was pleased with the night shift, having finally gotten his hands on a much more proper blade to make use of. It was better than he had managed to acquire before this point, not that he was eager to use it. It was just nice to have a little protection.

He wondered if today would be productive at all.

[reunion.livejournal.com]

It was all too easy to remember the excitement that had sprung up last time patients had been led into the chapel, but after hearing that visitors would be coming up to see them yet again, Kadaj was not in the mood to go anywhere near a place that even vaguely resembled a church. Last time had been enough, thank you very much. He could see the Head Doctor later.

Upon entering the sun room and spotting a certain blond leaning against the wall, he knew he'd made the right choice. Talking to the traitor might not be the most effective way to distract himself, but as long as he kept the conversation away from Mother, it should be fine, right?

Smirking to himself, he sauntered over and gave his big brother an amused look. "Whatever are you doing, hiding in this corner? Trying to avoid someone in particular?" That thought would have been so much more satisfying if he hadn't been sure Cloud was more wary of Sephiroth than of him. So unfair.

[son-ofkrypton.livejournal.com]

Clark bolted up. For a second, he didn't recognize where he was and then it sank in. Back in the room, just like last time. Swinging his lanky legs over the side, he ran his hands through his hair, rubbing at his eyes. They felt fine now. But he thought back to what happened on the bus, the nurse and he felt a weird lump in his throat, a pit settling in his stomach. His friends and family - well, those that knew what he really was - would probably say it was just self-defense, but Clark was sure that he could've found a better way to stop the nurse in her tracks rather than lighting her on fire. He hadn't meant to.

But that wasn't good enough. Saying "I didn't mean to" was what you said when you accidentally broke your parent's door off its hinges. Not when you made someone burst into flames just by looking at her wrong.

Technically he hadn't killed her directly. TK had. But the way Clark saw it, he was just as responsible as TK was and while TK wasn't too bothered about it, he was.

He tried to distract himself thinking about the intercom announcement. Visitors? They hadn't said who these visitors were, but this could be a good thing. He was sure that no one in Smallville knew where he was, but maybe there was a slim chance he was wrong. Or maybe one of the people visiting could help or pass on word to the outside. The teenager paced slowly about the Sun Room, fretting. When would they find out who got visitors? He was sure he wouldn't get one, but anything to keep from thinking about that nurse, the way she'd burned.

[no-side-effects.livejournal.com]

[[From down here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/263999.html?thread=19686719#t19686719) with William]]

Wesker walked casually over to Clark, dispelling much of the usually purposeful stride he normally had, but he didn't quite suppress it entirely.

"Good morning, Clark..." Wesker gave him a careful look from behind his sunglasses. He did look upset over something, pacing around like that. "I don't mean to pry, but is something bothering you?"

Politeness was often useful in getting people to volunteer information, and Wesker did want to get to know, and stay on good terms, with the people that enjoyed Claire's company.

[myopic-mousse.livejournal.com]

Mousse was pleased to see he had lived through another night, though the state of his arm still depressed him. Not that he had expected it to heal, but he had been holding on hope that perhaps the night time attack which had wounded it so would to turn to have been a horrible dream.

What had become of Mason and the other man? The previous nightshift he had gone into shock, which to him accounted for the lapse in time. This time, however, he'd been conscious the whole time, only to find himself back in his bed. He allowed himself to be led to the Sun room when his nurse appeared; he'd figure out where to go from there.

[heraldric.livejournal.com]

Leon was still coughing when he woke up - just every so often, but he didn't think that was a good sign. Would it have been the same the day before if he hadn't slept through the day? His nurse tutted about and tried to give him something she referred to as "cough syrup", but it had an unpleasant aroma and there was no way he was putting that down his throat. According to her, there were a lot of colds going around due to the weather.

He needed to find out exactly how much spellcasting he could handle at night. Two smaller spells still took too much out of him. Was he so limited?

The nurse had at least managed to get him into a sweatshirt before leading him into the sunroom. (His coughing would be such a disturbance in the chapel, after all). He found himself sitting down near a peculiar young man in very thick glasses. "I'm not really sick," he mumbled once the nurse had left, as though he owed him an explanation.

[rappigs.livejournal.com]

Well, that nightshift sucked.

No cute girls, no saving the little dream from the monsters once she got off the bus, no clandestine meetings in his room. What a bummer! Hell, no little dream at all! Where was she? She wouldn't have left him, right? Oh, the thought was too painful~

Peony wasn't really one to fret, but the thought of not being able to see such a perfect flower again, such a bastion of purity, tugged at his heartstrings like nothing else.

So the emperor was pouting a little bit as the nurse led him into the sun room. And there were no women in here, either! Besides, of course, the nurses, who were probably a little too dangerous to chum it up with too much. Of course he couldn't help but spot cute little Rika and her friend, but what kind of guy would he be if he interrupted the conversations of ladies like that?

Well, he'd look around. And if he saw someone interesting (read: stacked) - he might just stop and say hello. If no one did so first.

[rappigs.livejournal.com]

[ to heeeeere (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/263999.html?thread=19782207#t19782207) ]

[wiz-kid-redfive.livejournal.com]

The night and the crazy bird-things had given Dairine quite a shock. It seemed to have gone by unnaturally quickly - but then again, what was natural in this place? What had really shaken her, though, was the fact that her shield was brittle.

She was Dairine Callahan. She'd helped reform the Lone Power, she'd birthed an entire race of silicon-based life-forms; she was a wizard, and a damn good one, too, never mind that her original burst of power had been a bit on the decline. She should still have been running hot. She was twelve, for God's sake!

Dairine had shunned the idea of the chapel. She'd never been one for organized religion. Besides, her relationship with the Powers was more intimate and personal than any some Institute chaplain could ever hope to provide. Her mind made up, she sat down on one of the couches, closed her eyes, and began to think. It wasn't exactly praying - in her mind, praying was too much like asking for freebies - but tried to carry on a one-sided conversation with whatever Powers were listening.

I don't know if You can hear me, or if this is just Your dark sibling's pocket-place like the dark Manhattan in Nita's Ordeal, she began...

[jurisfictional.livejournal.com]

Thursday, too, had opted for the Sun Room instead. Despite Joffy's best efforts, she'd never been one for religion in general. And anyway, the Great Panjandrum's - jurisdiction, for lack of a better word - probably didn't extend into the Outland.

At the moment, she wasn't feeling particularly charitable toward whatever gods were out there at the moment. She hadn't even made it into the asylum proper, for GSD's sake! And if Dairine had been hurt, she'd never forgive herself - but that train of thought was quickly derailed when she saw the girl, apparently uninjured, seated on a couch.

It seemed she was praying or meditating or at least thinking deeply. Trying to hide her relief, Thursday sat down nearby, thankful at least that both of them had managed to escape the chimera unscathed.

[g-resolution.livejournal.com]

William was in high spirits when he woke that morning. The joy of the battle and, far greater, the prospect of even momentarily gaining access to the cadaver of that man...! It was all enough to give the doctor somewhat of a skip in his step as he was escorted into the Sun Room (he was never much for religion and gods).

It was a pity he could not have made it to the lab nor that he could have kept the body, though. William held back and unhappy scowl at the thought, he had gotten far more progress last night than any other-- a few setbacks could be overlooked. Nodding to himself, the doctor seated himself in an empty chair and opened his journal to continue taking notes.

[no-side-effects.livejournal.com]

Nothing had been accomplished last night. Well, not nothing, while he was sure his relationship with Claire was more stable and reinforced, nothing else had been done.

William, however, seemed happy. And that always meant trouble. He was also taking notes, and that was also potentially a sign of trouble, or progress. Though it was more likely to be both.

"Do I want to know why you are in a good mood this morning, Doctor Birkin?" It felt appropriate to speak formally right now, since Birkin had very likely been playing 'doctor' last night.

[for-marian.livejournal.com]

What a blasted rotten night that had been. And the morning wasn't looking any better--they weren't even going to feed them right away. Chapel services? What a joke. Who could possibly believe in the divine in this place?

Leon's attempts to shake off the nurse escorting him had thus far been useless--apparently she didn't trust his ability to manage by himself on crutches--but once he got settled on a couch in the Sun Room she finally left him be, though with a warning that she was going to be keeping an eye on him.

This place really sucked.

[entropy-effect.livejournal.com]

Naoya woke that morning clutching at his chest, his eyes wide and his heart frantic. Wounds covered his skin, each burning, but bandaged and cleaned. The young man held up his arms with a cry, when had this happened?! Why couldn't he remember?! Naoya shot up and swung his legs to the side of the bed, attempting to calm down before he began to hyperventilate.

He didn't get hurt, everything was okay. His brother had told him everything was okay the night before, he wasn't injured, no one was injured. Naoya looked at his arms again as the panic drained and found his arms unmarred. This place... He didn't want to be here anymore... Why were they doing this?

"Nii-san..." Naoya whispered, shaken, but no one answered. His brother was in his own room and his roommate was already gone. After a long moment his nurse entered the room and with some encouragement she escorted the young man to the Sun Room.

"Oh look! Someone for you to talk to," the woman chirped happily, Naoya only nodded. "Now be nice, Miguel." Naoya glanced tiredly at the other boy. Was he really named Miguel or was that another lie?

[accursed-rock.livejournal.com]

Zelgadis had lead a confusing night, as many of his nights seemed to be. He was looking forward to some relaxation-- but more than that he felt it might be time to track down a weapon. He was sick of being easy bait. If he was stuck here, he wasn't going to get killed off easily.

It seemed as though he was stuck here. At least there was no one in this universe to "visit" him.

[vintagebrit]

Mason awoke feeling as refreshed as was possible in this horrible fucking place. His injuries from the bird attack seemed to have healed, and his back and feet were considerably less sore, although still bright blue. Also to the good was the fact that the leather pants and frilly perfect shirt had vanished, but Gone With the Wind had not.

He briefly considered leaving the book in his room, but decided that he liked having it close to him, so he stuffed it once more down the front of his trousers, along with the cheaper pack of fags. He took a good long swig of the Jack, and stashed the bottle carefully back under the mattress before heading off in search of this "Sun Room" place.

As soon as he got there, enjoying the sorely-missed buzz the alcohol gave him, Mason bumped into a weird-looking kid huddling in a corner. Instead of getting angry at the boy, Mason grinned cheekily. The whiskey had put him in a good mood.

"Hey kid, what's your name?" the reaper asked.

[daddyslilkiller.livejournal.com]

Nightshift ended before Omi had a chance to answer Yohji. He wasn't exactly unhappy about that. Waking up with his back bandaged and aching, he'd had plenty of time to wonder what he might have said. Sorry for relying so much on the others? For being in the way? For not being who he should be? He wasn't even entirely sure where the ideas behind all of those came from, something from before maybe. Did that mean he might be remembering something?

Did he want to remember something, if it came with feelings like those?

His circular thoughts were interrupted when he finally noticed that Kurama wasn't in his bed, and the bed was made like it hadn't been slept in. Kurama.. had something happened?

A nurse arrived to tsk over his injuries and usher him out into the hallway before he could start dwelling on anything more. He was feeling unusually listless, although his back probably had more than a little to do with that, so the nurse took him to the sun room and told him to relax quietly for a while. If he was good, he might even get a surprise later.

He settled into a chair, being careful of his back, too tired to even worry about what sort of 'surprises' Landel's might have.

[seiran314.livejournal.com]

As the crowd grew larger, Aya eventually had to stand up to be certain he wouldn't miss Omi or Ken when they'd arrive. He refused to acknowledge the possibility that their injuries could have been bad enough to keep them in bed.

He had found himself a comfortable spot beside the wall in the near vicinity of the door when Omi was escorted in. At least he was walking by himself? It was a good sign. Relief washed over Aya, taking him with so much surprise that he found himself cracking a pale smile.

He waited for a while. As it seemed Omi was neither looking for company nor was anyone interested in the boy right now. Then Aya made his way across the room to Omi and pulled a chair for himself beside Omi's.

"Are you okay?" he asked silently.

[a-spider-can.livejournal.com]

Peter woke up sore and aggravated. Nightshift hadn't led to anything except getting himself hurt, and he didn't seem to be able to avoid certain people. He wasn't sure why he had been so grouchy lately. It probably had to do with being trapped and kept from doing his actual job, not to mention dealing with the stress of trying to figure out how he was going to get himself and everyone else out of this place.

Which made him wonder why he was so resistant to people who wanted to help, and who agreed with his cause. He was just so used to working solo, and to hiding everything - though he had been taking enough risks here with using his powers when there were other patients around.

Before he let his nurse lead him out of his room, Peter went to his closet to grab a sweatshirt. He remembered how cold it had been in town yesterday and if they were let outside today, he didn't want to freeze.

When he opened the closet door, he was met with some red and blue added to his wardrobe of mostly grey. Peter's eyes widened and he shoved the door closed quickly. What if he nurse saw? But had she been the one who put it there? How had this even happened?

Peter decided not to question it. All he knew was that his nightshifts were going to be a lot easier from now on. The sweatshirt didn't really matter and he didn't want to risk his nurse seeing anything, so he moved toward the door. When he was presented with a choice - the sun room or the chapel - he chose the sun room. Churches held bad memories for him.

Once he got there, Peter found a comfy armchair to fall into and worked on massaging his sore arm. He noted Statesman nearby, but luckily the man was already busy with someone else.

[bulletofjoy.livejournal.com]

JJ had never really been the sort to go to church, not because he avoided religion in any way, but because he could never sit still long enough to stay for an entire service. Interrupting prayer to leave halfway through was rude, so he opted not to go at all.

The nurse had cheerfully steered him into the Sun Room and JJ had gone along readily enough. He'd been intending to have some time to himself in order to write down everything he knew so far in order to maybe solve what was going on here (detecting was his thing!) but all thoughts of that immediately flew out the window the moment he spotted a very familiar face sitting in a couch nearby.

"Oh...Ohmigod."

And. Well, this technically made no sense since he was pretty sure when famous people went crazy, it was all over the tabloids. JJ hadn't seen any of the sort, but he'd come to accept that things here were just bizarre (last night totally nailed that fact home for him) and in the end, he'd take the odd appearance of a (cute) actor over whatever those things were last night any day.

Especially as there were no fawning crowds. Maybe the people here really were crazy.

Oh well. If he was going to be trapped here, he was so not letting this chance pass by.

Subtlety never being his strong suit, JJ popped up in front of Peter (oh man, it was Spiderman) with all his usual glee and then some.

"Oh my God, you know this is like the last place I thought I'd see a Hollywood star, this is so, so exciting! I'm totally your biggest fan, although, you know, I'm pretty sure you get a lot of people saying and—" He thrust his pen and journal at the man. "Can I get your autograph, oh pleasepleaseplease?"

[dawning-dreams.livejournal.com]

And once again, Cid woke up to a sensation akin to that of a hangover without much memory as to why. He remembered going after Rufus with the rest of AVALANCHE (and thought back on it one more time to assure himself it hadn't been some weirdo nightmare), but how they'd fared in their endeavor and how the hell they'd gotten out of there was a little more fuzzy.

Not that missing time and vague memories were anything new in this place, and though those two points of interest have been extremely worrying in his home world, they were only mildly concerning here.

Didn't mean he had to be happy about it, though.

Cid responded to the intercom's announcement (and, subsequently, the nurse standing at his door) with little more than muttered curses and a couple of grunts. He was taken to the Sun Room because hey, the whole talking-to-God thing wasn't really his gig if it wasn't some symbolic slice of alien that he had to kill, and besides, he'd get to the cafeteria quicker that way once they opened the doors for brunch. (They had tea at brunch, and fuck if he wasn't going to take advantage of that small leisure.)

Still, as he scanned the faces in the crowd and still found no hide nor hair of Vincent, the mild concern deepened to cold dread. It had been a hell of a long time since he'd seen the guy, and while having a bunch of other old friends around was nice, it would have been nicer if his old Landel's-buddy had been there as well.

In any case, Cid wasn't much in a conversational mood. Like any other hangover, lights were too bright and sounds were too loud, so he resigned himself to laying down on one of the couches and closing his eyes until they were offered some goddamn food.

[lighthearted]

It was a little unsatisfying to be pulled out of a fight before it even finished, but Sora figured that he shouldn't complain about something like that. All he could do was hope that the bird creature hadn't injured Xigbar or Luxord - though then he had to wonder why he was that concerned in the first place.

They had helped him, though, and that gave him enough reason to be worried about them. He knew that Landel's was different, and that this wasn't about the Organization anymore, which meant that maybe working with them wasn't such a horrible thing.

That wasn't something he needed to think about too much now that it was morning, luckily. Once he got out of bed, he told his nurse that he would much rather go to the sun room. He knew that Mr. Landel might be at the chapel, but he didn't really want to see him. It wasn't like they could do anything to the man, and that would probably just frustrate him.

As the boy walked in, he looked around for people he knew. There was Tamaki, but he was already talking to someone else, and they didn't know each other that well anyway. There was also Kadaj and Cloud, but they seemed pretty busy with each other.

Then he noticed Cid. He'd almost missed the man because he was laying down all on his own, but it looked like something was bothering him. While he didn't have a very good track record with the man here because of all the confusion, Sora didn't give up very easily.

He walked over and stood in front of the couch for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to say. He decided he would just keep things simple. "Good morning!"

[braidless.livejournal.com]

Well, hadn't last night been a complete and utter waste!

It was actually a pretty discouraging thing to think about, and Obi-Wan tried not to dwell on it for too long once he'd opened his eyes. This wasn't exactly the first time he hadn't gotten anything done by any means, as painful as it was to admit it, but this had to be a leading record for Biggest Waste of Time since his arrival at Landel's.

It was odd, though. The night hadn't last nearly as long as it should have. Unless, of course, there were gaps in Obi-Wan's memory, which was entirely possible. To be honest, no one had any proof that people weren't suffering from a kind of amnesia. Prisoners just seemed to assumed they magically wound up in their beds, which was, of course, completely ludicrous...

He took a deep breath as the nurse escorted him from his room. It wouldn't do to get frustrated so early in the day. Obi-Wan figured he would just have to make today count for something. As it turned out, today was the day he got to choose between the sun room or the chapel. Had it really been only a week ago that he'd seen Martin Landel with his own eyes?

Time certainly crawled in this place.

Ultimately, Obi-Wan decided to go to the sun room. He had a feeling the Head Doctor wasn't going to show himself again in such a predictable way, after all.

It didn't take the Jedi Knight long to get situated on one of the sofas. With his hands neatly clasped in his lap, he closed his eyes and tried to gather his thoughts together by figuring out what he wanted to do today. That was always the first step in getting things done.

[undesirableone.livejournal.com]

[hope you don't mind Harry gawking for a small bit]

Harry felt a headache coming up on him. The words of the Head Doctor made him worry, but he made up his mind not to think about it too much. At least not before breakfast.

He didn't feel like going to the Chapel, religion has never, ever been something in his life. It wasn't as if his aunt and uncle had ever taken him to church. So instead Harry went to the Sun Room to relax for a bit, or as much as he could in this place.

He looked around and did a double-take to one of men already in the room. Harry had been taking from his world a year before The Phantom Menace had been released, but he still thought that he vaguely recognized the face before him from movies that his aunt had watched that were set in small English towns and dealt with some woman hooking up with some man and things going terribly wrong before they got their happy ending.

He couldn't help but stare a bit, trying to remember what movie and what actor he was being reminded of.

[face-of-chaos.livejournal.com]

[ Reserved for the Star Dragon Sword ]

It seemed as though yet another morning had approached. From what he’d been able to gather the previous night, the weapons Usopp had created had been satisfactory. Religion never appealed to him, and those that believed in such nonsense were those who were the easiest to manipulate. It was why Yuber found himself heading towards the Sun Room instead.

Moving over to one of the free couches, the Black Knight draped himself down onto one of the sofas as he glanced around the room. There was the odd face that he recognised, but for once he found that he couldn’t be bothered approaching any of them. Leaning back languidly on the cushion, Yuber’s mind absently made a curious thought towards Light, and half wondered just what the young human was up to.

He wasn’t use to being this inactive, but he would give the contracted human a while longer.

[ditched-again.livejournal.com]

The Star Dragon Sword was grumpy the moment he woke up after he found out that he was still stuck in this abomination. Snapping at the nurse as she attempted to usher him towards the Sun Room, the once-sword stormed his way down the hallway and into a room brimming with the chatter of the other patients.

Even such an unobtrusive sound as distant chatter annoyed the Rune incarnation beyond everything else, and he moved to avoid confronting any of the others in the room. That was until he felt a twinge of recognition at the sight of a familiar mop of blonde hair.

‘No… it couldn’t be…’ The sentence sounded questionably within his mind, and despite the desire to have another from his realm here, the Star Dragon Sword most certainly would have preferred any one else other than this one… apart from that oaf Viktor of course, no situation was good while that baboon was around.

Storming his way over, he ignored anyone else in his path as he approached the blonde and barked out. “Of everyone on the planet you had to be the one stuck here.”

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

Luxord had carefully planned to drudge up all his memories of rage to feel in the morning. He had planned on fuming in some corner about his lack of recognition despite efforts to be helpful, about almost being trampled by a giant bird, a horrid yesterday past, religion, hunchbacks, gypsy-wenches, asylums, judges, snipers, lack of alcohol, fire, organizations, Time, Lady Luck, his lack of luck, no entertainment, resurfacing insanity, syringes, Keyblade Masters, allergies, nurses, being surrounded by imbeciles, being dead, Nothingness, Darkness, and, of course, Axel.

He hadn't planned on Tyche curling herself against his legs in mid-huff as if trying to cheer him up. While he truly could not feel angered and therefore better, the notion was appreciated and the false-anger dissipated in a cloud of smoke as he picked up the kitten and held her to his chest. "At least I still have you, Tyche," the Gambler said quietly to her with the smallest of smiles.

It could be a nice enough day. It could.

[lunar-phase.livejournal.com]

Saïx had been looking for the Gambler - and it hadn't been terribly difficult to work out that the man was unlikely to bother with the chapel - so he wasn't terribly surprised to spot the man as soon as he entered the sun room. He hadn't expected Luxord to be anywhere else.

...Of course, he also hadn't expected to find the man cuddling with a kitten. Possibly this place was having a detrimental effect on the man's mental processes.

Walking across the room to Luxord, Saïx sat down without invitation next to the blond. "What have your cards told you?" he half-inquired, half-demanded, without any preamble. Saïx was nothing if not to the point, particularly if an issue with their Superior had arisen that Luxord apparently knew more about than any of them.