Day 29: Courtyard

[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

Though he hadn't been able to stomach much of the cafeteria food, as the day went on, he did feel marginally better.  The fever seemed to have broken and he'd held down what little he'd eaten.  It made him a little anxious, to sit around so much, and even if it was difficult, a walk outside sounded like a nice break from the usual.  He had no interest in the visitors.  Likely as not they were the same as the creature he'd run into a couple nights ago in the form of Aizen Sousuke. 

He folded his thin arms across his chest as he started his walk around the courtyard.  The air was crisp, getting colder by the day it seemed, but it didn't dissuade him from taking a leisurely walk while he gathered his thoughts.

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[screwthegods]

Visitors. The thought was rather frightening, especially to a man who knew firsthand that this place could bring back the dead. But Homura wasn't one of the ones called, so for the moment at least, he had escaped the torture. It left him in a strange position, however. It was rare that the demi-god had no plans during the day, and for now he decided to take advantage of it. Homura was certainly no stranger to keeping his own company, after all.

He'd been hoping to see flowers when he came into the Courtyard. Since he was alone, Homura thought he might indulge himself in remembering more of the past. But there was nothing there but sharply cold air, though thankfully not so bad as that room he'd found with Hijikata. It was an almost enjoyable chill this way, sharp contrast to the constant perfected weather of Heaven.

Had he really spent so long here, that the seasons had begun to change? Homura didn't think so, but time had a way of becoming tricky in prison. In the end, any amount of time was too long, and needed no further definition.

But still. Flowers would have been nice.

[whiteychan.livejournal.com]

The idea of visitors hadn't pleased the small captain. He knew exactly who Martin Landel would have brought to toy with his mind, and he didn't want to have to deal with that. Thankfully his name hadn't been called during this shift.

He walked out into the courtyard and skimmed those who had already gathered here. He would have liked to have just taken a nap during this free shift, but there was still too much work to be done. It had been a while since he had gotten the opportunity to just rest under a tree for a while...instead there was always work to be done.

Like right now.

He spotted Homura and approached him in the typical quiet manner that all the shinigami captains seemed to use. "Homura," he said as he approached. "We need to talk." Need was definitely the right word for this case. If he had any other choice, he would have left the god alone, but what Kenshin had told him needed to be addressed. If other groups were forming with the same goals, they should be united.

[tsunagari.livejournal.com]

The courtyard was still fairly empty when Sai was led out to it. He didn't know why his nurse continually insisted that it didn't look like he received enough fresh air and sunshine. He'd had plenty of that back in Konoha. He supposed it had something to do with the pale complexion, he supposed. He had done a fair amount of work at night. At least she hadn't rubbed him down with suntan lotion this time around. The oil had kept rubbing off on everything before.

Gin's figure was somewhat familiar to him as he caught sight of it across the lawn. It was mostly for that reason that he found himself gravitating in that direction. They'd only talked once before (and hadn't it been under similar circumstances?) but Sai recognized him as a possible ally of Sasukes, and he might be worth addressing again in the off chance that they spoken since he'd been separated from the Uchiha.

If nothing else, they shared a similar smile. "Ichimaru-san," he said in greeting as he approached.

[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

[[not at all ^^]]

Gin's smile widened slightly as the boy approached. It was friendly, or ought to seem as such. He recalled their meeting a few days back easily, his memory sharp. It had to be. "Sai-kun," he returned, nodding as the youth approached.

"You seem t'be doin' alright for y'self," he commented. The last time they'd met, Sai had been new; hadn't believed much of what he'd said. Perhaps now his opinion had changed a bit.

[notmyfather.livejournal.com]

The Courtyard was the closest thing to anywhere familiar that Valyn had found in this place. It reminded him of the gardens back home, if less elegant and expansive. It was still a relaxing, pretty place.

And ancestors knew he needed to relax. His nerves were up again, as they tended to be when he was faced once more with how completely hopeless their situation was.

And he couldn't make Shadow understand. It frustrated him that his cousin couldn't seem to grasp that it was impossible to compare this place and these adversaries to anything they knew. Oh, Valyn knew he'd done the same in the beginning, and that Shadow would realize, but...

He shouldn't have to learn the way I did.

At least it took his mind off of Shana. That was something he had no desire to deal with any time soon. Sighing, the young elven lord stretched out on a bench and folded his hands behind his head.

At least he could rest some.

[black-ageha.livejournal.com]

[ ooc: let me know if I'm bothering and I can go away ^__^ ]

The nurses arrived after the intercom announcement to escort some of the patients away for their visitors. It didn't surprise Kikyo that none came for him. Everyone he ever loved was dead - or wished him so. Though with a cold smile he realized that he too, should be counted amongst the dead. Aimless were his days since arriving here, haunted eyes seeking out that which he could not have, and never will.

He lingered still, and for no other reason than to be at the mercy of an unseen voice. Prisoners, all of them, sport for the idle minds that kept them here.

But even then, they had brief moments of 'freedom,' if it could be called such. Like taunting bits of false hope, dealt sparingly from their keeper's wicked hands.

Kikyo's feet took him to the courtyard, and he walked among the golden red trees that smelled like autumn. He paused at the base of a maple to gaze at the foliage, fingering the back of a bench beside it without realizing that it was occupied.

[meironohosoku.livejournal.com]

At the word 'snacks', Hanyuu had almost been certain that she would opt to stay in the cafeteria following the brunch. Unfortunately, she quickly discovered that her idea of snacks differed from the hospital staff. She had immediately thought of sweets: cookies, muffins, or, she could hope, cream puffs. But, no such luck. Thus, after a little more thinking, she found herself in the Courtyard.

It seemed to be a little chilly, but now that she knew Rika was alive and well (or at least as well as one could be while confined here), she wasn't as unsettled with the cooler weather.

Taking a deep breath, the former spirit took a seat on a bench near the pond. It was difficult to believe that something so serene could be part of the hospital, but Hanyuu couldn't deny being somewhat grateful. For the moment, perhaps she could try to forget about the terrors this place had to offer.

[full-score.livejournal.com]

Well, bunch had been kind of...strange, to say the least. Claude still felt stunned from everything. He wasn't sure how to really feel about what Ashton had told him. Granted, it was all stuff he'd at least kind of suspected, but the thought of Dias and Ashton together was a little tough to take!

But brunch was over now, and Claude didn't think it would be a good idea to stew over it for too long, nor was he in the mood to go hunting down Dias for details, even if he knew he'd likely be doing that at some point. The stuff about visitors was kind of strange, but Claude figured he wouldn't have to worry about that. It wasn't like he had any family here to come visit him -- his mother was in the distant future, and his dad was...

At any rate, he was glad when the nurse offered him a chance to go outside. All the other rooms sounded interesting, but Claude hated being kept inside all the time, and he figured the fresh air would do him good. As they made their way to the courtyard, he asked his nurse if there were herbs and things growing outside, and it was then that he learned of the greenhouse on the other side of the wall.

Claude would have to definitely check that out sometime.

But for now the courtyard would have to do, and he managed to keep a pleasant expression as his nurse left him. It wasn't long before he spotted a young girl who looked about Leon's age sitting by herself next to the pond. Man, it was a shame they were taking kids here too, even if Claude knew some were pretty tough in their own right.

The blond made his way over, and he gazed out towards the pond. "It's a nice day, isn't it?" he remarked. "The sky's clear and the air's crisp and clean. I wouldn't mind if they let us come out here more often, to be honest."

[0bnoxious.livejournal.com]

The choice of rooms to waste the rest of his day in didn't really make much of a difference to Albel. They were all equally boring, were filled with scum and all he would do was sitting around and wait for the stupid shift to end. He had eventually picked the courtyard, though he didn't really know why.

He finally plopped down on some bench and proceeded to look bored. At least he hadn't been dragged to this visitor shift, and it would hopefully stay that way. The Elicoorian had no desire to see that old coot again, especially not here. Thinking about the hassle last week was enough to aggravate him.

[vessavana.livejournal.com]

It was as if he had been asleep for months. As Kunzite walked, almost aimlessly, out into the courtyard, the sleep that still clung to him peeled away, and all to miserably he realized that, no, his being brought to this...building was no dream. He saw Mercury, fought briefly alongside a blond female, and found his powers diminished, his weaponry gone, perhaps taken. The usual rage that tended to fill his being was replaced with concern; he needed answers, yet knew not where to find them.

As his mind pondered the next step he needed to take, his feet, clod in worn and no doubt used slippers, dragged him toward one of a number of benches in the courtyard. He took a seat, stretching his arms along the back as he stared up into the sky in deep contemplation, quietly taking notice of the somber youth seated behind him.

[burningdigisoul.livejournal.com]

Visitors. Normally, whenever the Head Doctor was talking, Masaru ground his teeth in frustration and paid little attention, but that word had caught his interest. He didn't know how it worked, but at the very least nobody seemed to be visiting him. The idea of his friends and family showing up in a place like this was definitely unsettling

He opted to go to the courtyard, which was quickly becoming one of his favorite spots. Few guys seemed to be around, too, which was a plus. Constantly being around so many people could get to be a pain in the ass pretty fast. Not that he minded meeting people, but a little space would be nice.

Masaru settled himself in the shade of one of the trees like he had the first day. It brought back memories of getting sedated for punching an orderly in the face. He was unsure whether to smirk or scowl at the incident, but in the the end, the smirk won out.

They sure did like to use cheap tricks here. It had pissed the boy off at first, but in the end, that just made it more of a challenge. He'd just have to step up his game some, that was all. No matter what happened here, he'd stand firmly on his on two feet without taking a step back. That was what a man did!

[sword-and-demon.livejournal.com]

It was nice to be outside again, and the place was much different than it had been last night. The weather was a bit on the cool side, but nice despite that.

He found what appeared to be a young human sitting underneath a tree, so he made his way over. "May I sit with you?"

Surely a place like this wasn't keeping human children here, were they?

[roses-bleues.livejournal.com]

Diva was learning the routine. Normally, there was no such thing as a 'routine' for the girl, and indeed, nurses watched her carefully whenever she passed, having fought like a wild thing every time her mood did not suit nurse intervention. And her mood rarely suited anyone's intervention.

Today, however, she was a little sleepy and a little subdued.

Wandering out into the courtyard, almost purposefully, she lost her slippers somewhere in the cold grass. Ripping off the bandage at her collar, she threw that away too. No blue roses, she noticed. No red ones. Not even a pink.

Her hand found her breast, and the Chiropteran began to sing.

[devourthem.livejournal.com]

Unleashing a starving animal onto a field full of pretty piles of walking meat had probably been a bad choice. Heat's nurse would hear nothing of his complaining, salivating, or overall demanding more to eat. One day he was going to find her during the night. He'd make sure of it. Her sour disposition towards him since the first time he'd tried to rip her throat out couldn't have soiled the organs within too much. And he wasn't a picky eater.

The cold didn't bother the Atma user in the least; so much so that he didn't even notice it. And luckily (or unluckily) Roland still seemed to be AWOL, leaving him to completely absorb himself into the sun without childish reproach - before he heard a noise that was familiar to him.

Something a girl had once told him about. A song.

His mind raced to memories of Sera, only to find disappointment. This noise was different. It had a higher pitch. It wasn't the same... the same song. But a song was something he hadn't heard in a long, long time. Since the Junkyard. It had always been something that had made every person within hearing range stop dead in their tracks to listen.

Which Heat was unconciously doing now. He walked towards the singer in question, a frown firmly on his face. And simply watched. It didn't quell his hunger, or Agni's mind scratching just beneath the surface - the way Sera's song had. But it was still something familiar in a place where nothing was.

[a_sin_for_him]

It was growing colder. Lust found herself outside, frowning at the cold. She wore a heavy shirt, but she missed the warmth. Something in it called to her. Besides, it meant that another season was gone. Another season in this place.

She had not been particularly honest with Edward. Escaping had somehow become something she didn't care about one way or another. For the most part, she was left alone. They had done what they would with her. Now? She had the things she'd desired, and there were worse places to be trapped.

But there was still the matter of Scar's brother. He had shown no interest, only anger. Why? She couldn't begin to figure the man out.

Where was he, anyway? She hadn't seen him in some time now....

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

[If something's planned, go ahead and tell me to gtfo. :x]

This day was not a good one, but the Gambler kept the idea that it could work. It could be a good one. It could. While he would have headed to the Music Room or the Game Room (despite being barred from there), the Courtyard seemed more inviting. Or, at least, the sun did. And of course, he noted to himself while taking in the sight of the area, old strangers were always something to be checked up on.

Ever the gentlemen, he prided himself on being.

Luxord could read the troubled expression on the woman's face, though he merely greeted it with a smirk and a card - the ten of hearts. It was hardly in him to comfort others. "We've not spoken in quite a while, Ms. Lust." He titled his head upwards to the sunlight, eyes focused somewhere above the treetops. "Have the days not been treating you well?"

[face-of-chaos.livejournal.com]

He was still feeling slightly off-put with the fact that out of all of the runes that could possibly be here – it was that foolish Night rune that was present. Granted it was better than having the annoyance Pesmerga bothering him, at least he didn’t have to worry about being stalked. That left him much to his own devices even despite the small alliance he’d made with that rusted sword.

The announcement of ‘visitors’ didn’t stir any interest within the knight’s mind. Ignoring the call, his nurse ushered him out towards the courtyard. He went along with little-to-no complaint, and found his eyes squinting slightly as the brightness of the area assaulted his gaze. Finding himself a bench, Yuber went about ignoring the rest of the world as he relaxed back into the seat and closed his eyes as his head tilted back.

There wasn’t much that could be done during the daylight either way – so there was little point in doing anything and expelling needless energy.

[enigmaticmedium.livejournal.com]

[Lemme know if you had plans and I'll move ^^;]

Freedom! How unusual. And such a tantalizing promise of 'visitors' to certain patients. Magical duplicates, clones, brainwashing..? He didn't recognize any of the names called, not that he'd know the Institute's names for them anyhow, only that he himself was free to pick his own course.

After a bit of consideration, he'd headed outside, to enjoy the fresh air and try to shake the last bits of ache from the previous evening from his muscles. Tonight the game was on again, after all.

The courtyard was rather crowded. Both his semi-leader Hitsugaya and his semi-'wife' Gin were out here, but also engaged in conversations of their own. Interrupting was a temptation, but more tempting was the opportunity to annoy someone who didn't appear eager for conversation and to enjoy their potential irritation.

So he sat down firmly on a bench beside someone who appeared nearly asleep. "Hello!"

[trelesekrayotre.livejournal.com]

No visitors for her today, though that probably was for the better. She still had yet to grasp the ideas behind it all. So after the nice little brunch and chat with Jade the nurse escorted Tear to the courtyard. Apparently she was looking rather pale and the nurse decided she needed some air. Tear always looked like that. Oh well.

She didn't feel like pacing or wandering around so she took a seat on a bench and decided to enjoy the scenery. Though really she was much more occupied with trying to figure out her next move. The clinic seemed like a wise choice but that would leave her busy and out of the reach from her comrades.

Hmn, decisions, decisions. At least she had a decent amount of time to think about it all. Or at least until another nurse dragged her away to another activity.

[nobleman]

When given a choice, of course Guy was going to go outside. Even though they had been out all day yesterday, he knew that it was possible they would all go a long while without seeing the sun, so he was going to take the chance whenever he got it.

Upon walking out into the courtyard, the first thing the servant did was tilt his head to the sky. It wasn't completely clear and it was a little past midday, but it was still a nice sight. The fact that he had been right and hadn't been called into the visitation area made his mood that much better.

The only thing that was really eating him was that he hadn't seen his friends in a while, and that was fixed soon enough when he spotted Tear sitting on her own, deep in thought. Something about it seemed so normal, just because it was such a Tear-like thing to do, and so Guy's smile hadn't yet faded by the time he walked over to his friend.

He felt bad that he hadn't been able to fill her in on everything like he'd been ordered to the other night. It hadn't been his fault that morning had come when it did, but he still felt he should make up for it.

"Hey, Tear," he greeted, taking a seat on the bench (with the proper distance, naturally).

[notaghostreally.livejournal.com]

Visitors? You could get visitors here? The thought hadn't occurred to him at all, but once he thought about it, it did make sense to have patients visited by family and friends once in a while. Danny wondered if he'd get a visitor. Seeing Sam and Tucker would be nice. Or Jazz. It'd be a little...weird, considering he was in a supposed crazy house, but it was better than not seeing them at all.

But they hadn't called his name yet. Oh well...Danny ventured into the courtyard, an area he hadn't yet explored. He hadn't wanted to go to any of the other shifts earlier (and his back still hurt, but that was only part of the reason). But he didn't see much point in sitting around all day, so he finally left his room.

The air was pretty cold, and the standard-issue sweater wasn't doing much to help, it seemed. He shivered and brought his arms together to rub them in hopes that he would get warmer.

((OOC: Feel free to poke him!))

[son-ofkrypton.livejournal.com]

The more he thought about it, the more Clark Kent realized he was having mixed feelings about these visitors. On one hand, it'd be nice to see a friendly face - he'd even settle for just a familiar face at this point. But it was weird, too. Who would know we're here? Everyone he talked to seemed to agree that they'd woke up here with no memory of actually arriving in Landels. As far as they knew, they'd vanished from their beds (or wherever) without anyone knowing. But visitors? That implied that maybe it wasn't like that. Maybe people did know where they were...

He supposed he should feel better about that. But he didn't.

At least it gave him something to think about other than the nurse. It was probably just avoiding the issue - something he'd been taught better about - but Clark needed something else to think about. Something other than that nurse he'd burned alive on accident.

It was cold outside. Not as cold as he'd experienced before back home, but cold enough to be noticeable even through the drab "warm" clothes they'd given him. His nurse left him standing to a shorter kid, promising that she'd come get him in a bit. Clark remained standing where he was, glancing around; there were several people, kids his age, and some adults, milling around the courtyard. Someone was singing. A girl. Clark thought she had a pretty voice, even though he couldn't understand what exactly what there was to sing about.

After a while, he noticed the kid next to him shivering in the chilly air.

"Cold?" Clark asked, glancing down at the other boy.

[fuyunohanabi.livejournal.com]

Her talk with Orihime had been oddly theraputic, basking in the girl's optimism and being able to actually do something worthwhile to help for once. It made a nice change after the recent nights of accomplishing nothing.

Rangiku walked out into the sunlight gratefully, quite happy to take a while to just enjoy the fresh air. There were people she should talk to. Hitsugaya of course, Gin, the man from last night if she could find him. She never had learned his name, but if he was anything like a lot of the people here, he would be feeling terrible about what had occurred.

She found herself an empty bench and stretched out full length on her stomach, pushing the t-shirt as far up her arms and back as she could without revealing everything. She didn't mind too much if people saw, more that the nurses would probably object.

[navigating.livejournal.com]

Brunch had been... interesting, though forced flirting with someone simply to get a little 'information' out of them had been tiring - and Nami hadn't really come out of the deal with anything at all but a vague promise. Rather annoying, but she'd pulled the flirty card enough in the past to where it had become second nature to her to fall back into that routine when it was needed.

In any case, she couldn't take a break just yet. Her maps weren't quite finished (they kept getting interrupted) but she was quickly realizing that if she didn't get the information about the basement soon, they wouldn't be going anywhere.

The pirate had looked around a little bit for someone who fit one of the descriptions from the bulletin board, and while she disliked the thought of working with some other organization, information was information. And answers were answers.

Luckily, there weren't that many other women here, much less 'well-endowed' women, and Nami could only assume that the one stretching out here was the 'Matsumoto Rangiku' she'd learned of.

If not, then.. well, maybe she'd learn something else.

"A little cold to be laying out like that, isn't it?" Nami asked the stranger, voice rather friendly.

[thesadist]

Daemon slipped out of the cafeteria silently, relieved he'd had the meal to himself to rebuild his shaky composure. It was going to be a hellish day. He couldn't avoid everyone forever. His own conscience wouldn't let him. He needed to speak to Ren. And Renji. And the other three he'd encountered before dawn - the Shinigami and the male named Zex, although he'd seen over the bulletin boards that at least that particular male seemed to be quite alright this day.

He gave a quiet sigh as he slipped out into the sunlight, tucking his hands in the pockets of his robe although in truth, the chill didn't bother him much at the moment.

He'd find them all in a little while. In the meantime, he needed just a little while longer to himself, he decided evasively, moving to stroll through the courtyard, relishing the appearance of freedom and the crisp, fresh air.

[valyns-shadow.livejournal.com]

Shadow had followed Daemon out into the courtyard. He'd been anxious to talk to the man and now was the perfect time. He just hoped that Valyn didn't get the wrong idea about why he needed to speak to him. For a brief moment, Shadow thought that Valyn's irritation might have been more then just growing frustration at their situation. That perhaps Shadow had implied he'd found Daemon pleasing to look at which wasn't really the case. Shadow just needed to know what being controlled by this place felt like and perhaps how to avoid it, if there was one. Shadow hoped there was.

He crossed the courtyard, jogging a bit to catch up to Daemon as he strolled around the open space. "Hello," he greeted. "Daemon, was it? I believe we met last night. I'm Shadow, if you don't really remember." He smiled at Daemon and held out his hand. "I hope there are no hard feelings."

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

Sanzo wasn't being forced off for more of that visitor bullshit, which was just fine with him. That one visit with the man claiming to be Koumyou had actually managed to catch the monk off guard.

Sanzo wasn't about to let that happen again. Seeing a near-mirror image of his master had done enough damage. He couldn't allow himself to start questioning what was a cold fact, or even start wondering that just maybe it really was him, that Koumyou had somehow survived against all evidence against it, because that was both fucking impossible and a fucking stupid thing to even consider.

It was insult to an old injury and it was only going to distract him.

He had to focus on the sutra foremost, and getting back to the mission. Sanzo couldn't get sidetracked by whatever Landels threw at him to try and fuck with his mind.

Finding Hakkai wasn't going to be too easy either, on top of locating the sutra. Sanzo was having a hard enough time as it was already just keeping tabs on where the dumbass monkey was during the day. And unlike the chimp, Hakkai didn't have the tendecy to wander around like an idiot to whatever caught his attention.

Night was going to be a problem too, because far more ground was available. If Hakkai was even alive still, then he wasn't able to reach them. Goku still wasn't talking about what had happened to him during his dissappearance- not the true memory of it, at least - but he certainly hadn't been on the first floor.

Which left the other floors and the basement.

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

[If you have plans, I can erase.]

Even though it was a little chilly, Kenshin was glad to be outside. The atmosphere inside the Institute was stifling. He couldn't think properly in there. He preferred clean air and an open sky...even if that sky was blocked by a rather imposing wall.

Sighing, he sat down on a bench near the wall. He didn't notice the blond man nearby until he looked up. Kenshin stood again and bowed.

"Oh, begging your pardon. Is this one intruding?"

[lost-metal.livejournal.com]

Ed had been relieved to see Tamaki's note on the bulletin and catch sight of him during brunch, although he still needed to go and check on him properly, make sure that he wasn't injured or something. He was kind of bemused by how protective he felt towards the other blond. Like how he'd felt towards Nina or Al. He didn't want to see Tamaki hurt.

He wandered outside for now though, needing some fresh air since he didn't know when he'd next get the chance. He stalked out into the courtyard and grabbed himself a bench, sprawling out on it and letting the sun warm his skin and the automail. His mind wandered back to his room where he'd found the clothes back in his wardrobe. His clothes. Not the Institute's clothes, but his. How had they got there?

His thoughts wandered and he let his eyes close, starting to doze off.

[zeus-incarnate.livejournal.com]

The courtyard looked vastly different during the day than it did at night, but that was true for the rest of the institute as well.

Statesman looked up at the sky, while flight wasn't among the most powerful of his abilities he had always enjoyed flying. It was soothing, and always helped him calm down and relieved the stress that came along with his job.

Instead he decided to walk it off, though he was distracted by the sight of a small boy with a mechanical arm. Marcus stopped next to the bench and looked down at him for a moment, the kid seemed to be asleep.

[entropy-effect.livejournal.com]

Despite the news that he could play with arts and crafts, the change in shift found Naoya outside in the courtyard. He was tired and he needed air. If he went to the Arts and Crafts room he wouldn't be having fun, he would have been standing there (or sitting) wondering where his brother was or hearing screams or staring at his hands... Naoya settled in the grass and leaned against the wall, for once he didn't attempt to seek anyone out. In his current state, he would only upset them...

[littlestrawdoll.livejournal.com]

The meeting with Homura had been predictable, if nothing else. Parting ways with Ojou afterwards had left him wondering what, precisely, she was thinking after all of that. For his part, he was thinking about the coming nightshift.

Excluding the interference of any more cats, it was probably best to buddy up with her for the night...

Strolling out into the courtyard, not having much more of a mission other than to see if he couldn't observe a few more people, he paused a little ways through the few sparse trees. He was sure he could see Daemon off with a young boy, but more importantly he was also sure that grey smudge near the outer wall was Kirihara Naoya. The doll knew better than to think he could keep in touch with everyone he was bound to meet and get along with, but the kid was just one of those types. Like his entire life was one perpetually bad day--though with what he'd mentioned of his abilities and home life, that probably wasn't far off the mark.

He approached, but came short of stepping into Naoya's personal space. "Hey," he greeted easily. "Didn't we meet out here? Seems like a popular spot."

[whiteychan.livejournal.com]

[from a few threads up]

Since coming to Landel's, there hadn't been time to rest or take a nap. He almost always had something to do, from assignments to drawing maps to talking with people about club activities. Now that he finally found himself waiting for others to approach him, and had a decent amount of maps for the time being, he actually had a chance to catch a little nap. He found an unoccupied bench by a tree and laid down on it and closed his eyes. A little nap certainly wouldn't help. His grandmother had always told him that a sleeping boy was a growing boy, and while he wasn't much of a boy anymore, he still took her lessons to heart...

..even if he never seemed to grow all that much.

[rope-victim.livejournal.com]

Miku had lost Ritsuka sometime during her talk with Aidou. Idiot Aidou, he was just so... so... so stupid some days. She'd ushered herself outside to get fresh air, feeling a kind of odd and sick hotness in her chest. Ritsuka had probably been taken from the cafeteria to a visitor. The word still didn't sit well with her and it made the smidgeon of food she had eaten flip and flop.

It was chilly out, and the nurse had bade her to wear an ugly, baggy sweatshirt. The meager light from the sun made her feel ill. Perhaps being outside wasn't the best idea, but oh well. She could hide out here until they came looking for her.

The quiet photographer ushered herself past the boy on his bench, half-sleeping it looked like, and settled herself under the tree. She settled her arms loosely around her and ducked her head, quietly murmuring a sing-song tune under her breath.

If she just knew what the dreams were telling her! If she could just get to Rei and Yuu from across that chasm. If she could just figure out what it was Ritsuka was going to say, if only she knew who it was visiting her.

If only, if only. Miku sighed audibly and shifted against the trunk. If only.

[kingofknights.livejournal.com]

After brunch Saber found herself quite at a loss as to what to do for the afternoon. They were not given limited options as to where to spend the rest of the day, and so she quickly settled on a trip outside for probably the remainder of the time before evening.

It was colder than she remembered it being during the last time she walked the face of the Earth, but the chill was not unwelcome; in a way, it reminded her of England, of the dream she'd long since left behind once again. But it had been warmer on that night, the night she'd fallen asleep against the trunk of an old tree under the watchful gaze of Bedivere. A king had passed that day, begun to dream a dream that he would perhaps someday wake from. And here he'd gone back to sleep to start dreaming again.

The Servant, seemingly a small, blond girl, walked about the Courtyard, more wandering alone with her thoughts than taking in the scenary. There wasn't time to dawdle with ghosts of the past; strategy and contemplation regarding her current predicament should've been forefront in her mind right now.

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Oriya wasted no time in convincing his nurse to escort him outside. As pleasant as the Sun Room was with the sun warming the recliners, there was nothing like fresh air to relax his aching muscles and soothe the errant throb behind his eyes. The swordsman fought back an exasperated sigh, now if only the young woman accompanying him would be silent, perhaps he could relax sooner than expected.

Oriya couldn't have been happier when she finally left him. He shook his head at her retreating figure and seated himself in a warm patch of sunlight. Once done, the man stretched out, allowing the warmth of the sun to ease him into a semi-relaxed state despite the slight roiling in his stomach. A bit of rest would do him some good...