Day 30: Cafeteria, Breakfast

[whiteychan.livejournal.com]

Hitsugaya woke with a start.

His entire body ached, but the pain was nowhere near as bad as it had been the night before. His injuries had been tended two with clean gauze and bandages, and he found every movement wasn't agony. He wasn't in the best of shape, but thanks to the miracle of landel's strange time distortion, he had mostly recovered from the vile poison without having to waste anyone else's talents.

And in his hand, still...there was the key.

He dressed quickly, sliding the key onto the key ring from his desk drawer and stuck it into his pocket. Whether the key stood to gain them anything or not, it stood as a vital reminder that they could succeed in this place. There was hope, as insignificant as it often seemed. They could beat this place.

That small shred of hope made getting up worth it.

The nurse who escorted him to breakfast was cheerful, and commented idly about how wonderful it was to see young Tommy Winters up and about again after his unfortunate run-in with a bad case of food poisoning. He smirked slightly, knowing that any lies the institute forced into their heads were only that: lies. He wouldn't buy it for a second. And on top of that, the concept of muffins sounded almost appetizing. While he still preferred his authentic Japanese cuisine, the food here was slowly becoming more and more bearable. He would have preferred a warm bowl of sweet nattou over rice over the mufffins, but they would do. The plain yogurt and fruit, on the other hand, was excellent. He piled his plate high with fruit as usual, and got several small bowls of yogurt as well.

Finding the most convenient table to the end of the food line, he took a seat and scanned for the new arrivals. New arrivals meant people who would be lost and confused. Renji did a good job of making a bulliten post last time...he should recommend abarai-fukutaicho do the same again this time.

[Waiting for Angel]

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[adorkabledragon.livejournal.com]

[feel free to pester!]

The headache and nausea had gone by the time Keman woke, but in their place was a strange sensation, a feeling of something...lost that he couldn't quite place. It felt like something was missing, but he had no idea what it could be.

Well, at any rate, he was absolutely starving after using all that power (not to mention the fact that he hadn't exactly kept his dinner down), and the food in the cafeteria smelled heavenly.

It tasted even better.

The nurse had called them "cinnamon rolls," but they looked unlike any rolls he'd ever seen. They were warm and sticky and covered in a sweet, white goop, and their taste...was indescribable. Sweet and mildly spicy and totally amazing. Not quite as amazing as a freshly-killed fork-horn, of course, but there was quite a lot to be said for two-legger food. It was definitely something that the young dragon could get used to.

He was halfway through his second roll when he realized why he felt so...empty. At Landel's, he'd always been able to feel a little of his power--not much, but enough for him to realize just how weakened he was here. Now...he couldn't feel anything.

Keman had to force himself not to panic. Taking a deep breath, he set down his breakfast and tried to channel energy out through his fingertips. All he needed was a spark. Just one tiny little spark...

...Nothing. He felt a sharp pain behind his eyes, but nothing else.

He hadn't just pushed past his abilities last night. He'd completely exhausted them.

[valyns-shadow.livejournal.com]

"That smells good," Shadow said with a smile, sitting across from Keman. He hadn't seen the dragon in a day and it was good to see he was recovering from his wounds. He picked up a fork and pulled off a tiny piece from Keman's sweet bread, popping it into his mouth.

"Ancestors, that tastes better then it smells," Shadow groaned. "Where did you get it? Do you think they could bring me one as well? Or a dozen?"

[qui-gonjinn.livejournal.com]

[About to get pounced on by Sanzo]

Qui-Gon woke up to the feeling of something cold and hard in his hands. It was an odd feeling, waking up without ever feeling like he'd actually gotten any sleep, much less "waking" with a knife in his hands.

So they were finally armed.

Blades were fairly obvious; you didn't need to be a Jedi to handle one, to understate the matter. But they were also fairly messy. "Uncivilized" was another way of putting it, going by what Obi-Wan probably would say. But considering their desperate circumstances, sometimes one would have to dirty their hands a little in cases like these, uncivilized or not. They needed to defend themselves with something more material and solid than the Force. At least for now. The Jedi Master swung his long legs over the side of the bed and went about concealing the knife in the room.

His nurse was her usual pleasantly chatty self. Qui-Gon honestly liked her. Technically she was his guard, another cog in this prison, but he knew that she was unaware of what happened in night, that she could be prey to Martin Landel's corruption of the Force once the Earthian sun set. She was as much a victim as the patients themselves. Qui-Gon wished for some way to warn her, to enlighten her and others like her.

Unfortunately, one needed some real, hard evidence besides just waking up "magically" in your bed with a knife in your hand.

The cafeteria was still pretty much empty when Qui-Gon was ushered in. Despite getting armed, there was still plenty to do, plenty to plan for. Sitting down at a table, Qui-Gon consulted his journal. There was the matter of trying to construct a crude commlink. What they really needed was an Earthian with intimate experience with the electronics here. One who could also translate their uses to the standard Galactic ones that he was used to, but Qui-Gon suspected that was wishful thinking at that point. At the very least, they would need an Earthian who could at least identify what was what inside the devices here.

Taking a bite of some kind of flaky roll, Qui-Gon focused on his journal, listening to the intercom. Yes, he had been thinking that the staff seemed distracted today, although he wasn't sure what could be happening during the day to warrant an emergency meeting. It might be that confrontation last night, he thought. That was unusual. Usually what happened in the nightshift tended not to translate over once the sun rose - unless he counted injuries.

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

It was like deja vu, those first few minutes. Waking up with a gun in his hand, just like before. The cigarette was new.

Except he'd wised up. He wasn't about to waste this one trying to break out and get to Landel during the day; one bad attempt was enough. That crap with the bullets swerving around the targets couldn't be a coincidence.

He had another chance and this time, he was going to do it right. Even if it went holding his tongue until the nightshift.

Still, there was something he couldn't leave hanging.

Sanzo didn't wait to get permission to sit down or even an acknowlegment. The monk promptly seated himself across from Qui-Gon.

"What the hell did you do to me last night?" he asked.

[broken-babylon.livejournal.com]

[reserved for Sei-chan!]

Everything felt distant and unreal to Subaru, come morning. He could tell he was running a fever even before the nurse came in and started fussing over him. She tried to get him to stay in his room, but he'd only end up brooding if he did that and besides, Hokuto would flip out if he disappeared for another day. So eventually he got a cane from the nurse and limped his way into the cafeteria with her hovering behind him worriedly.

Subaru hardly even noticed that the selections for breakfast today were largely vegetarian, just letting the nurse choose his food for him and pile it onto a plate. He honestly wasn't at all hungry, but he'd have to make an effort to eat something if he didn't want to end up keeling over by mid-morning.

Slumping over his tray once he sat down where the nurse directed him to, Subaru poked idly at his food. Cereal of some sort, and a sticky bun thing that smelled strongly of cinnamon, with a generous side of fruit. Normally so much fruit would have him quite excited, it being a luxury in Japan, but right now he just focused on not falling asleep in his cereal.

[notahangedman.livejournal.com]

After spending the whole night chanting and drawing spells, Seishirou felt a bit drained. He hid yet another yawn into his palm as he stepped into the cafeteria not long after Subaru. The yawn was cut short as he saw the younger man, however, limping, obviously hurt and sick.

The assassin shot a glance at the nurse who came with him, his eyes narrowing a little, his single amber eye painted with murderous intent, heavy on the violent side. It was a new kind of emotion to have, and Seishirou found himself chuckling softly. Interesting.

He didn't pay much mind to the food he piled on his plate, for once, as long as there was something. He doubted that he had time or energy for culinaristic pleasures this morning. However, when he lowered his tray beside Subaru's and pulled himself a chair beside the younger man, Seishirou was smiling just like he always was.

"You look rather horrible, Subaru-kun," he said quietly as he sat down, turning his chair slightly towards Subaru.

[for-marian.livejournal.com]

[free for threading ^_^]

Being able to get around using only a cane instead of crutches was an improvement, but not quite enough of one to make Leon any less cranky.

The smell of sweet, sticky cinnamon rolls, on the other hand, did a great deal in improving Leon's mood. And though the ever-present nurse tsked at him disapprovingly, Leon managed to get two of the delicious-looking confections onto his plate before the wench demanded he take some cereal and fruit as well. A small victory, perhaps, but a victory nonetheless.

And so, as he carefully made his way to a table and sat down, Leon was almost--not quite, but almost--smiling.

[akarusa.livejournal.com]

"Are you trying to tell me something?" Hokuto laughed, grabbing their umbrella out of the sand and trying to shield them both from the sudden rain. At least it wasn't too cold, but her idea of a good day at the beach involved sunshine.

Kakyou half-smiled, replying sheepishly, "You know I've never been swimming."

"No, but you don't have to worry about drowning in a dreamscape, do you?" she pointed out reasonably.

"Well, no..." he quickly stood up as the wind nearly tore the umbrella from Hokuto's grasp. "Let me--aaah!" Lack of exercise meant he was no stronger than Hokuto, and taking the umbrella from her wasn't going to work.

"It's trying to fly away!" she said, laughing. Working together, they forced it down into the sand, but it still seemed to be fighting them.

"Maybe... we should let it." Kakyou was looking only at her.

She looked back up at him as thunder began to crash. "Maybe we should." Her voice was nearly drowned out by the worsening storm... no, was that the storm?

Kakyou looked up, then back at her. "Your alarm clock."

"Yeah." Hokuto moved her hands over his for a moment, then let go.

She woke up as the static over the intercom subsided in favor of the actual announcement; she sat up, a little startled, then smiled as her eyes misted over. "I miss you too," she whispered.

When she shifted to get up, she felt a lot more than just her shovel--specifically, two trowels and a dagger. Hokuto yelped and went to hide everything; she wasn't supposed to have all that! I'm sorry, Signum-fukutaichou! I don't know what happened...

When she was escorted to the cafeteria, she looked around quickly; no Signum. She'd still have to apologize later, though.... for now, it was time to eat. The sight of so many sweets cheered her up, at least; she promised her nurse she would have a balanced meal and went to pick something out. What she actually ended up with wasn't nearly as healthy as she said she'd intended on... she was a martial artist, not a ninja, but she did know some slight-of-hand!

As always, she was glad to see Subaru; she would always worry about him. She would have gone over, but... he was with Sei-chan. She smiled a little more and took a different path; she'd leave them alone, for now.

As for where to sit herself... she looked around and spotted a cute boy sitting alone. He was focused on the sweet stuff, too; a kindred spirit! Hokuto went over and sat opposite him, smiling at him as she put her tray down. "Good morning."

[fuyunohanabi.livejournal.com]

For a moment, there had been burning pain like thousands of needles digging into the skin of her hand, enough to make her grip on the katana loosen. But the worst of it was what she felt along with that touch.

She hadn't noticed... hadn't known and she'd never been able to stop anything... Hinamori and her captain and should she have gone with him?

The feeling didn't leave in the cold light of morning when Rangiku woke. SHe stared at her hand for a few seconds as the pattern faded, feeling raw and hollow and sick.

For once, breakfast was less than appealing and although she filled her plate as usual and feigned cheerfullness, anyone who knew her would be able to tell that she wasn't quite herself. She didn't seek out company, instead, picking out a seat in one corner and poking the food unenthusiastically.

[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

He'd wanted to accomplish more last night, but there was never any way to tell just when the night would end. Something was fishy about the whole thing. He hadn't been gone long, just enough to fetch the green-haired girl, but when he'd returned Ururu was shrieking about something as simple as a spirit or a hollow. There had been marks too, on the little girl; just what kind of ability did that spirit have?

Gin tucked away his bloodied robes and knives just in time for the nurses to pick him up for breakfast. He picked a couple of muffins and a cinnamon roll, then some tea and water. Whatever he couldn't finish, Ran would be just as likely to help out with. She liked this kind of sweet stuff more than he did.

His smile disappeared for a moment when he caught sight of Ran. He knew her body language well enough to know something was wrong. He set his tray down next to hers, whether or not she wanted company, sitting away from the rest as she was. "Mornin'," he offered. He'd never been able to come right to the point and now was no different. "Y'have a bad dream or somethin' darlin'? Or is it jus' the food here tha's givin' you that sour face?"

[jei.livejournal.com]

[feel free to pester! :)]

Well, he'd come out of the night no worse for the wear and with another weapon for his stash, but Farfarello still wasn't terribly happy about how things had gone--it didn't seem like enough profit to make the time spent with do-gooders worthwhile.

And then he discovered what was for breakfast. No sausages. No bacon. No meat of any kind. Just sweet crap, more sweet crap, and cereal. Bollocks! Did he have some sort of 'kick the psychopath' sign on him today? Snarling at the too-helpful nurses, Farfarello took a helping of the least-sugary cereal he could find with a side of fruit, then stomped off to a table to sulk.

[sugarsweetblood.livejournal.com]

Sweet crap was fun! And it was currently keeping Rhode's thoughts away from both the events of the evening and from exactly where she slammed down her tray. She didn't want to think about it - how there had been two Tykis, how both hadn't been the ones she'd wanted - it was just too confusing. For now, she was just giving up on figuring out what was real and what wasn't as far as her older brother went. The cinnamon rolls were all the real she needed!

She bit into one, and while she munched, finally decided to look around for her favorite little exorcist. Yesterday's events were long gone from her mind as well (or were just getting ignored), so there was no problem if she went and tackled him again. Just as long as that Renji meanie wasn't around. Allen wasn't to be seen, but she did notice someone else at the table. And his hair was white too! Sorta...

"Yu din't gef anithfin suee," she mumbled out with the roll still hanging from her mouth, eyes looking down at his pathetic excuse for a breakfast.

[contentincloset.livejournal.com]

That... could have gone much better.

After waking up yet again without any idea exactly how he'd ended up in the same situation, Kurogane had dealt with one bad occurrence after another. First he'd found his shoulder to still be in pain, though much better wrapped than what Subaru had done with his shirt. The pain hadn't been a problem so much as the wound still being there. It had proved the events of the night a reality. Next he'd found that Fai was missing, and with the confirmation, Kurogane had considered his absence a major concern. Finally he'd had it out with some stupid woman who couldn't get his name right, and that had ended with where he was now - being led to a table under heavy sedation, courtesy of the orderlies.

He wasn't sure what they'd done to him - he hadn't really even noticed the needle during the mess - but he was sure he did not like the feeling. Every part of him felt slow, and while that did help with the pain in his shoulder, it certainly did not help with anything else. It was impossible to be alert in such a state. That would have made him care a good deal if the sedative hadn't also slowed his mind as well.

Once he was seated, he tried his best to get his senses about him, but found it a trying activity.

[a-spider-can.livejournal.com]

They had only just gotten to M35 when everything flashed away and it was morning yet again. Peter was actually starting to get used to that, and he wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

One of the first things he had to consider was his clothing. He was back in the normal uniform, and that realization was enough to get him out of bed, groggy as he was. He padded over to his closet and threw the doors open (though not too loudly, as Logan was still sleeping). There his costume was, hanging in the same place it had been yesterday morning. It seemed that he was just lucky, then. So far wearing it hadn't led to anything bad, so that was a relief.

His nurse came to collect him then, and Peter tried not to be irritated by the daily routine that he was so eager to get everyone away from. A muffin did sound good, so he grabbed one and was about to look for an empty spot to sit when his nurse insisted that he go sit with one of the other patients.

"How about Mr. Cross here?" the nurse suggested as she led Peter over to one of the tables. "He looks like he needs a friend."

Peter looked "Mr. Cross" over with a raised eyebrow. He looked pretty out of it, which might mean that they wouldn't have to talk too much. Out of all the possible people she could have forced him to sit with, this one didn't look too bad.

"Yeah, sure," he said with a small smile as he moved to sit down, setting his breakfast in front of him.

"All right, Peter. Enjoy your breakfast." Finally, she let him be.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

I should be dead. Not... Edgeworth looked down at his body. There were bandages all over; his head, neck, chest, arms, and ribcage were wrapped tightly. Everything hurt, which was really no surprise.

For once, his nurse wasn't overly chatty, instead offering to bring him a tray. He instructed her to bring him a fruit plate, bowl of yogurt, blueberry muffin, painkillers, and if it was entirely possible, a strong cup of Irish breakfast tea, with milk and honey. She arrived a few moments later with everything but the painkillers, explaining that she'd need to go have a chat with her supervisor about that.

He sighed, taking a long drink from the mug of tea. At least they had gotten that right, he thought.

[swollenmothman.livejournal.com]

[anyone else who may want to poke, eh?]

Three words could describe Dib at the moment: tired, confused, and hungry for muffins.

Which, of course, amounts to five words, but he never cared for semantics, not especially when he gets trapped in an asylum again and dreams about getting attacked by giant leeches with a very touchy rock man. But oh well, he's had worse. Much worse. Dib shuddered at the thought of being turned into bologna again...

"Speaking of lunchmeat, I should probably go get something to eat," Dib remarked to himself, walking through the entrance to the cafeteria. Casually, he strided over to one of the buffet tables and grabbed a blueberry muffin. Munching deep in thought and pastry goodness, he scanned the area with through his circular glasses for a place to sit, watching all of his fellow patients eat a peaceful breakfast. "That's weird," he said. "The people here don't seem to be very crazy... Maybe Dad put me in the Not-so-crazy Ward this time."

He paused to evaluate that statement, then snorted bits of muffin out of his mouth in cold laughter. Since when was his dad ever sympathetic to him? "Anyway," he said, wiping his mouth, "Maybe I can find someone who can help me." Since his social skills weren't the best, Dib decided to find someone else that was alone and didn't look to be popular. He spotted a man with bandages almost wrapped around his entire body who, despite the injuries, was drinking tea.

"I guess he gets beaten up a lot or something," Dib said, a bit sadly as he knew how much being a punching bag blew. He walked over next to him, trying not to cause too much alarm in case he really WAS crazy, and sat down on the bench, a half-eaten muffin still cupped in his small hands.

"Uh, hi," Dib greeted. "My name's Dib. What's yours?"

[seiran314.livejournal.com]

[feel free to bug him. I'll be slow to post, however.]

Now that had been quite useless night, not that there had been any other kind this far. Waking up in the same white room, under the same white sheets, Aya could have been just as well strapped to the bed, pumped full of drugs, helpless. His head was hurting. He couldn't remember why he should care enough to get up.

And yet there was the fact that he didn't know why he shouldn't.

In the cafeteria he gathered quickly something on his plate and found an empty table beside the wall. He sat down quietly, not paying any mind to the fact that the bandages around his middle had lost tightness and weight considerably from last night. Right now he just didn't care.

[daddyslilkiller.livejournal.com]

He didn't really remember making it back to his room last night. He'd been as angry at himself as at Artemis, and coupled with the pain that seemed to still be spreading from his arm, he hadn't been paying attention to much beyond making a cursory attempt to hide his belongings and find some position comfortable enough to let him sleep. That was the hardest part.

At least the nurse seemed to have finally given up on figuring out new ways to describe how he got injured. She merely helped him change the bandages on his neck, tutted over the deep bruising on his back, and ignored the fact that the bone-deep ache in his shoulder was anything other than him being difficult.

Handling a breakfast tray mostly one-handed was the last thing Omi wanted to do after all that, so he loaded up just enough cereal and other blander foods to keep the nurses from getting upset and went to find a seat.

A seat with Aya. Perfect. His smile was a little tired, but after last night he didn't think he had the energy to try for more. "Hey, Aya-kun."

[sasuke-of-sound.livejournal.com]

Sasuke woke with a start and realised that he'd only barely gotten back out of the patient blocks before nightshift had ended. That was annoying on more than a few levels, but the first order of business was to hide the loop of extension cord and the chokuto. They both still fit under his mattress (possibly a little lumpy to sleep because of his collected odds and ends by now, though).

He glared in his nurse's when she arrived, babbling cheerfully as ever, and generally took out his irritation at not having successfully completed a second goal during nightshift on her.

The quantity of food she gave him was good, though, and by the time she left, Sasuke was feeling satisfied enough that he dug in with a certain amount of gusto, too-sweet muffins notwithstanding. Even if he'd missed the radio's announcement, he'd built a good alliance -- one that might extend beyond just Usopp, too -- and gotten in a fight.

It wasn't too bad, compared to the nights before.

[small-fortune.livejournal.com]

After getting two chocolate chip muffins, an apple and a banana along with a yogurt cup, the nurse had cut him off and all but forcefully nudged him out of the breakfast line to go seek a seatmate for breakfast. Mark felt the urge to think something negative, either about the people here or the nurses, but he was honestly in a reasonably good mood after the previous evening.

What drew him to the blind young man he'd eaten beside the other day, he didn't know; perhaps just the familiarity. "Hello. How was your evening?" Or perhaps because the blind man couldn't see how much Mark was having for breakfast.

[usoppsenchou.livejournal.com]

[Waiting for Luffy]

Well, that had been productive, although maybe there really could be 'too much of a good thing,' as even waking up in bed he still had a few little bits and pieces he needed to secret away. Most importantly, he had his slingshot, a blunt weapon (and how great would it be if he attached a frying pan to the end of that pipe??) various missiles and enough stuff to make whatever he could imagine.

Unfortunately, his imagination was running away with him as he wandered through the breakfast line and sat down, not even noticing the blueberry muffin and yogurt his nurse helpfully placed on his tray for him when it became obvious he was not all there. His notebook was tucked under one arm so he could start trying to draw sketches for new things. The nurse guided him to a seat, and he took a bite out of muffin before opening the book.

Sai and Sasuke's injuries were on his mind, but only a little. He'd seen Sai personally recover from a lot worse practically overnight, and Sasuke had chosen to march off again on his own. As for himself, the bruising was nearly gone already.

[rubbermancan.livejournal.com]

When Luffy woke up, all he could do was frown and cross his arms over his chest. Well, damn. Didn't make it to the basement, didn't get to fight any awesome demons, didn't get to do anything.

But, well...today was a new day, right? More opportunities to take, more adventures to be had! At least, that's how he viewed each day at Landel's. Though it was true he'd much rather be back on his ship, on the sea, with his nakama with him. That was the ultimate plan, after all.

But there were promises to keep before then. Though...that's what the opportunities were there for, right?

Either way, it was always good to start a new day with an awesome breakfast, so his mood had improved a lot once his Cat Lady had taken him to the cafeteria and he grabbed a tray with as much food as they'd allow him to take. His gaze brightened once he caught sight of Usopp, and it didn't take him long to make his way over to the sniper.

"Yo!" he said cheerfully as he sat down across from him. Then with an uncharacteristically serious expression, he leaned forward and furrowed his eyebrows. "Did you do anything cool last night?"

[notaghostreally.livejournal.com]

[Waiting for Vlad, probably. XD]

Danny woke up in the same white bed that had been his own for the past several days. He'd quickly adapted to the routine by day and night--by day, follow the nurses around, by night try not to get torn to pieces. Simple enough. That wasn't to say, however, he liked waking up to the sound of the nurse's voice. Couldn't they have gotten some alarm clocks?

He jumped out of bed and followed the nurse into the cafeteria for breakfast, barely paying attention to the morning announcement. After picking through some food and choosing a few muffins and juice, he sat down at a table that was mostly empty. He picked up a muffin and began chewing it idly, wondering what he'd end up doing later today and then, later tonight.

[vladville.livejournal.com]

"What the--!" Vlad cut himself off as he jerked awake again in his bed, staring around in confusion. One moment, walking the halls of a strange place with an obviously confused gentleman, the next in bed again with some intercom overhead announcing breakfast items? Worse, waking up in that outfit again. He looked down at the smiling face with a scowl.

"Mr. Masters, good morning." A young blonde woman dressed as a classic nurse, complete with the jaunty white hat, came in smiling at him. "I know you must be very confused this morning, but don't worry, everything's going to be just fine!"

He took an immediate disliking to her shrill perkiness, then smiled back and raised a hand automatically to his face to check before brushing his hair back with it casually. "I'm afraid I must admit I am rather put out at the moment, my dear lady, if you wouldn't mind explaining a few things..."

"Of course!" She took his arm and led him out of bed, down the hallways. This was a different location from last night, he noted absently, assuming that this place didn't also rearrange itself overnight. By the time they reached the cafeteria and he'd heard the story, he was positively steaming, although he kept up the polite smile and tone for the nurse.

"I believe there must have been some mis..."

"Don't you worry at all, Mr. Masters!" She placed a tray in his hands, still using that obnoxious tone of voice as though he'd been admitted to an institute for the mentally challenged rather than the deranged. "Everything'll be just fine! I'm sure your loved ones are all looking forward to you being well enough to come home again."

He didn't have loved ones, unless one counted... Oh, but he had enemies. And whatever this place was supposed to be, it obviously wasn't an ordinary mental institute, not if last night's excursion were any sign. Taking some milk, a banana nut muffin and a yogurt cup since starving himself wasn't likely to do any good, he glanced over the room and was startled to see a face from the short list he'd been compiling of individuals who would pay for this indignity. Marching over, he sat his tray down firmly beside the other half-ghost and outright beamed at him.

"Why, Daniel! Imagine meeting you here!"

[udo-retrovirus.livejournal.com]

The nurse had tried to give him a mini-tour as they walked toward the cafeteria, but Junior was only half paying attention to it. He was looking for anything that may be a weak point in the building, an easy way to escape. But to get a closer look, he needed to get away from his escort.

And he still didn't know what the hell was going on, where the Elsa was, or anything. She left him at the doors, and he looked around for a second. At least he wasn't the only one dressed in such strange clothes. He wanted to just go find a place to sit, maybe someone who knew more, but the breakfast was pretty tempting.

Junior went through the line and picked up a few muffins, a cinnamon roll, and a glass of water. It probably wasn't Shion's cooking, but at least they got fed in this prison. Mental hospital.

...Same thing.

He went to go sit down at a nearby table, intent on finishing his meal before he went to ask someone what was going on. He may not have another chance to eat until later, for all he knew.

[floraltempest.livejournal.com]

Those scorpions had really been something. If she ever had the choice between the arachnids or those dragonflies from the other night, it was safe to say that she would choose the latter. Although... well... it wasn't as though they were given the opportunity to choose.

Either way, she hoped that Thursday and Farfarello were still okay, too. MOMO considering backtracking in order to leave a message on the bulletin board real quick-- but that thought vanished the moment she caught sight of a familiar head of red hair.

It had been days since she had seen or heard from him. There were only a couple ways of explaining someone's sudden disappearance from this place, and the realian had tried to convince herself that he had simply found a way home again. It was much easier to think that over the alternative.

Oh, but that didn't matter anymore. He was there, and he was okay!

"Junior!" Without bothering to get any breakfast, MOMO ran straight to the table Junior was seated at. If he hadn't already been sitting, it was highly likely she would've caught him in a running hug like she had done in the past. Instead, she ended up sliding into the seat next to his, a bright smile on her face. "Junior, thank goodness! I've been so worried about you!"

[broken-exorcist.livejournal.com]

His body was exhausted. He'd lost more blood over the last couple nights than he'd thought he had. His shoulder was stiff and ached terribly even though the healer had worked on it. But that sort of thing he could handle. Bodies healed. They left scars sometimes, but they could be fixed. The emotional scars, however, he wasn't sure they ever went away.

He'd killed someone. Not just anyone, but someone he'd known and trusted and cared about. A friend. It would've still hurt, had they simply been an Akuma, but it was his duty to set those souls free. This... Komui had simply been the victim of the terrible experiments this place practiced on its patients. It wasn't fair. He hadn't meant to hurt anyone, but... he already knew how it'd happened. When his Innocence had activated before, destroying Mana, then again, lashing out at Eliade. He couldn't stop it.

The nurses had to help him even with something as simple as walking. He was winded by the time he reached the table and the nurse brought him back a small offering of this morning's sweets. He hardly tasted them, chewing slowly and thoughtfully(quite a change from his usual gusto) as he stared down at his tray.

[misterprince.livejournal.com]

Sanji had been tempted to pull out a cigarette and smoke it real quick before the nurses came to get him, but he didn't get the chance. It was probably for the best, as he needed to ration them better than that, but this also meant he probably wouldn't get another chance until night came again. That was enough to start him off on not quite the right foot.

Entering the cafeteria and looking for familiar faces, however, made it clear that others were already starting off in far worse moods than he was. There was always such a depressing aura in the morning. Night plans that didn't go through? His group hadn't made it to the basement, not for the first time. Lots of new injured people also.

One face in particular stood out, and Sanji stopped looking for his crew for the moment in order to join the boy. He had only his tray of food, having forgotten to grab a second to share with him. If Allen wanted anything on his tray, though, he was welcome to it. "Oi, kid," he muttered as he sat down. "We need to stop meeting like this."

[boot-i-licious.livejournal.com]

[feel free to pester]
Rinali had frozen in utter horror at the sight of Momo casually burning away the head of her brother, but the scream of rage didn't come until she sat up in her bed as morning came. Her body was shaking...had it all been a dream?

No. No....it was too real. There was a bandage over the side of her head where Komui had bitten her. The nurses said she slipped and fell, but she knew better. It had been Komui.

The nurses had to practically drag her out of bed and force her to go to to breakfast. They loaded her tray for her and sat her down at a table by herself. She stared absently at her food, not sure if she should feel angry or sad.

[odzuchikodzuchi.livejournal.com]

Ravi had a feeling he had a long day ahead of him. Somehow, it felt like he'd lost pretty much a whole day, maybe more - then again, it kind of felt like days here just started to blur together after a while. Maybe it was the same routine, every day and night? Or everything they'd been trying to do from day one, without actually getting that far.

He was pretty sure he hadn't actually been here that long, though. Not even two weeks yet - but getting close to it.

It probably wasn't such a great idea to keep track of that. Anyway, he had to get hold of the others. Were they even still here? (Probably, huh. He just hadn't seen them since the other day.) And then there were those two guys from the other night, Claude and Leon. Something told Ravi tracking them down could be something on his to-do list.

But when he reached the cafeteria, glancing around to see if he could spot a familiar face, the first one he caught sight of was a pretty mopey-looking one.

Ravi frowned. Why was Rinali sitting all by herself, anyway? (Not to mention that it looked like something wasn't right here.) What about Allen? And she'd probably made some other friends here by now.

Ravi crossed the distance between him and Rinali's table, taking a seat opposite her. His arms folded on the tabletop, he leaned forward to peer at the girl. "Something fall into your food, Rinali?"

[longlivetheking]

As he woke up and saw what the humans called a ceiling, the first thing that crossed Scar's mind was that he might as well have stayed in his room tonight. The feline wasn't merely satisfied with gaining what would hopefully be an ally, but he supposed he had no choice but to wait.

Scar eventually sat down at a more secluded table with a few muffins (sadly one of the few things he was familiar with by now). The King was beginning to loath meals, mainly because he was apparently making such an entertaining show of eating one. It was he who should be entertained, not the other way around.

Shaking his head, he began on his meal while trying wondering if any more surprises would be waiting for him today.

[canieathim.livejournal.com]

[hope you don't mind...I can delete if you'd rather]

Gluttony woke feeling fine. Had he slept through the entire night? Probably, but that was ok. He was just really, really hungry.

The food was normal person food as usual, not all that exciting and not something that screamed or had a soul or begged to not be eaten. Boring, untasty, unfilling. He'd still be hungry, but at least he'd get to eat something. He piled the food as high as the nurses would allow.

Without paying attention to where he sat, he plopped down at a secluded table and began stuffing his face rather unceremoniously. He was so very, very hungry.

[0bnoxious.livejournal.com]

Albel woke up in a fouler mood than usual. Not only had he wasted an entire night, he had also lost his knife. And to top it all off, he now sported not just one, but three wounds on his left leg. Unfortunately, he was limping because of them.

And even better, he hadn't gotten around killing one the stupid maggots responsible for it. And they weren't even worth the hassle.

The Elicoorian outright ignored his nurse as he was escorted to the cafeteria. He got his breakfast and dumped his plate on the nearest table. He wasn't in the mood for any nagging scum right now.

[face-of-chaos.livejournal.com]

The night had been rather fruitful and for once the knight felt as though he’d been productive. Sure he didn’t get to physically exert himself as much as he would have liked, but the spoils they’d come away with was more than worth it.

A quick glance around the room gave Yuber the impression that Usopp was far too engaged with their companion. It didn’t appear that Zelnick was up yet either, he noticed before his attention flickered over to view one rather grumpy looking one-armed fighter. It had been quite some time since he’d last pestered Albel, and despite their obvious foul mood, Yuber sauntered his way over towards the table and slid into the seat opposite the angry fighter.

“It seems you’re doing well for yourself.” There was a subtle taunting curve to his lips as he spoke, and Yuber didn’t bother to hide the amusement from his tone either.

[I can delete it if you’re waiting for someone else XD;;; ]

[eyrien-prick.livejournal.com]

Waking up had been... interesting.

He didn't remember returning to his room and that put him on edge. What sort of craft was this to take pieces of his life as mundane as returning to his room and erasing them? It was difficult to keep from lashing out at the woman who entered his room. A "nurse" she had said but what had saved her was the fact she reminded him more of the serving girls then a witch who was looking for her morning's entertainment.

Lucivar's temper was still pulled tight, however, and being led into a large room that was filled with tables and others who seemed to be eating. He was sorely tempted to lash out but he remembered with his Father and Daemon had said last night. It was fruitless to unleash his rage when there was no jewel behind it. He was out numbered and over powered. It wouldn't be the first time Lucivar had found himself in such a situation.

He sat down at an empty table and put his hands on top. He ignored whatever the nurse said to him, playing an old role which had served him well. He would be meek if he had to, listening to what he was told. Soon the witch would forget how dangerous he could be. Then, only then, would be the time to strike.

[thesadist]

Daemon slipped into the cafeteria, glancing around for familiar faces. He spotted his brother almost immediately. Then again, Lucivar was hard to miss in any crowd. Seeing the Eyrien sitting alone with no food and quite obviously barely leashing his temper, Daemon quickly filled two trays with food and went to join him.

"Here," he said, setting the second try in front of Lucivar before sitting down beside him. "Eat. You'll need your strength. Did you and father find anything useful last night?"

[tsunagari.livejournal.com]

Sai had felt himself nodding off on Usopp's bed, only to wake up in his own. It wasn't all that surprising by now, and he stashed the extension cord in on of his drawers, finding the wire brushes already there. That prompted him to look down at himself, where he saw the same gray uniform as usual. He stood, wincing only a little as most of the pain and dizziness was now gone, and went to check his closet. Sure enough, his black ninja outfit had returned to hangars there. He had just enough time to slam the door back shut before the nurse came in.

Breakfast smelled particularly good. With Usopp and Sasuke already visiting with others, Sai found himself an empty table and started on it. He'd need the energy to help with the healing process, after all.

[dawning-dreams.livejournal.com]

God dammit. First thing Cid had decided to do upon waking up was search like hell for his buddies and enemies alike, but sure enough, not one could be found amongst the whole damn breakfast crowd. It figured that when the pilot actually wanted to run into people who'd poke fun at his lack of knowledge of the so-called "future," he wouldn't be able to actually find them.

His comrades weren't even really the comrades he remembered, and if he was thinking things like that, he knew he was really getting scared about what could've happened to them. Fucking hell, he wished he wasn't right so much of the goddamned time; as much as it pumped up his ego, an ego didn't matter much if you didn't have anyone to show it off to.

With a grunt and a grumble, Cid slammed his muffin-filled tray down across from some kid he'd never seen before. He wasn't the kind to strike up conversations with people he didn't know when he was two hops away from hell in a handbasket, but he was so damn frustrated that he didn't even care anymore.

"Where y'from, kid?" He asked, raising his eyes at the boy as he ripped a bite out of a blueberry muffin. "Not Gaia, I bet."

[blurred-divide.livejournal.com]

Angel couldn't decide what threw him off more, that he didn't remember getting back to his room or that he hadn't sensed the sunrise at all. Either way, it was enough for him to opt just to head along with the woman who'd poked her head into the door. There was something very wrong if even his most basic instinct was apparently...gone.

When he ignored the tray the nurse pushed towards him, she dragged him instead to a table and left with some parting words about "making friends." It occurred to him that he'd have to find a way to obtain some blood here, but that wasn't his biggest problem right now. No, right now his largest concern had to do with the fact that he'd come into contact with this stranger and this meant he had to find something to say.

He glanced at the young boy, eyed his odd hairstyle curiously, then sighed and sat down. A few seconds of silence ticked by. A greeting of some sort would be appropriate, probably.

Angel cleared his throat. "Hi."

[whiteychan.livejournal.com]

Hitsugaya shot an irritated glance at the nurse as she plopped the man down next to him. It wasn't that he objected to the company -- for likely the first time since arriving here he wasn't in a foul mood -- but the way they forced individuals to interact throughout the day was irritating and often got in the way of making plans for night.

Hitsugaya nodded slightly to the man as he offered his greetings. "Captain Hitsugaya Toshirou," he replied in greetings. "I'm guessing by the way the nurses are treating you, and the fact that I haven't seen you before, that you're new here?"

[his-singer.livejournal.com]

Bella was a wreck – a complete and total wreck.

Last night had been horrifying. She couldn’t remember a lot, but what she could remember was Edward and that … woman fighting, her weapon so close to his skin –

Terror filled the teenager as she moved through the hallways, her breathing very slowly becoming erratic. Thankfully, she was able to keep it silent, so the nurse didn’t catch her in the slightest. She had calmed it down when she entered the cafeteria, her eyes searching for his coppery head of hair. She had to see him. She had to know he was all right.

His words echoed through her head – their first night, he had told her that he had been basically as helpless as a human. Meaning he could be injured.

Meaning last night, he could have been hurt and she –

No. She didn’t want to think about that.

Her terror only rose when she didn’t see Edward anywhere, her heart beat nearly bursting. In an attempt to appear normal, she quickly made her way over to the cereals and grabbed a bowl and a spoon and some milk before moving towards an empty table. He would find her, like he always did. And he would be fine.

Right?

[his-singer.livejournal.com]

[meironohosoku.livejournal.com]

Hanyuu was more than a little surprised to find herself waking in bed. She knew from the previous days that night ended abruptly, but she hadn't expected it to end so soon after Arlene and the others had returned with Mion. It seemed she had escaped the scolding she was certain Arlene would have given her too, although... she had the distinct feeling the woman wouldn't let that go so easily.

At the moment, though, that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was Rika. Hanyuu needed to find her friend and let her know what she had learned last night. She needed to tell her that this place really wasn't that different from Hinamizawa... The only important difference was: Rika was no longer the primary target. Anyone could be selected. And, if anyone could be selected, then anyone could--

No! The former spirit shook her head, wanting to get away from that particular thought. The years had taken most of Hanyuu's optimism, but Mion was alive. She had survived whatever torture they had put her through, and that had to mean they still had a chance.

People had already started to gather inside the cafeteria, which wasn't a good thing as that made trying to locate Rika difficult. After a moment of looking around, she finally moved to an empty table. If need be, she could always leave a message on that bulletin board.

Nodding, as though confirming her own idea, Hanyuu took a bite of a roll-- and she couldn't help but give a small squeal when she tasted the sweetness of it. She hadn't thought they would ever give anything sweet, and that would've normally been enough to lift her mood. Today, however, she couldn't let herself get distracted so easily.

[endlessjune.livejournal.com]

It was very disorienting to wake up in her room when she knew that she was elsewhere, and that something terrible had happened in that elsewhere. Like she may have died, but instead of returning to the Purple World for a brief moment, she was immediately thrust into the next.

But this was Landels; there was no other world. Rika knew that much. Which was why she was very, very worried when she couldn't find Edward anywhere (but perhaps she just couldn't see him: she was rather short), and Bella seemed to evade her sight as well. But they must have survived!

Somehow.

The only comforting sight before her was Hanyuu, eating something that must have been very sweet from the delighted look on her friend's face. Rika gave a soft smile, actually glad that her longtime friend could enjoy the physical pleasures of the world.

"Hanyuu, don't eat too much. You will get cavities and the dentist will have to pluck your teeth out," Rika cheerfully "greeted" her friend, sitting next to her. Rika didn't have a tray of food with her; food could wait until later.

[heartcrown.livejournal.com]

When Kairi woke up, she didn’t want to move.

Her entire body was sore, but that was to be expected, she guessed. Taking in a shuddered breath, the redhead forced herself to stand and wander to the door.

Her arms were bandaged, as well as her broken hand. There was a large bandage over the cuts on her cheek, and her neck was bandaged as well – she could only imagine the bruise that was underneath. Her stomach was still sore, and when she lifted her shirt up she was also not surprised to see a nice large bruise where the wound had been. Oh well, at least that had been fixed. She’d have to thank Rukia for it later.

Her throat still hurt even as she wandered into the cafeteria, and she grabbed a bowl of cereal before moving towards one of the empty tables. Scooping some of it into her spoon, she swallowed it down quickly – only to find that it hurt her throat something fierce.

Coughing, Kairi sighed and grumbled, swallowing down more cereal.

[bond-off-lame.livejournal.com]

For all intents and purposes, Axel would admit just this once that his night was marginally better than someone else's.

From the moment he walked into the Cafeteria Kairi stuck out like a sore thumb, but try as he might to make a beeline towards her, his nurse quickly intervened and pushed him into the breakfast line before he could get close. Despite his protests the redhead grudgingly gave in after one harsh look, plating a few cinnamon rolls and gathered a glass of juice before going for a second attempt.

"Hey sweet stuff." The Nobody greeted with his usual grin, carefully seating himself next to the other redhead and set his food aside for the time being. He hadn't exactly prepared anything to say while he still had the time, so he was left to sit there for a few seconds to ponder.

"... You know, a cinnamon roll would've been better." He finally responded on a dull note, resting his elbows on the tables edge as he watched her eat.

[2cuprhubarb.livejournal.com]

"Here you are, Shelly. You can take whatever you like. Is there anything in particular you want?"

GLaDOS gave the large room a once-over, evaluating the size, the height, and the number of patients in it as opposed to the number of tables and seats. When she finally did turn her head back to the food available (all of it nutritionally garbage, but she had never been one to bother with that, given she had never been capable of eating), the nurse was offering her a tray. She took the tray and, with awkward hands, picked up no small amount of very sweet food. The nurse smiled, made sure she didn't trip over her own feet when getting to a table, and left.

Now without a so-called authority figure around to regulate her, GLaDOS considered what was happening. She had been given a new name - possibly re-labled in the process of transferring her database into this vulnerable body. But wouldn't they have altered her memories as well? Made her believe she was truly called Shelly Lancaster? And for that matter, if the intent of whoever had done this was to give her a new purpose in life, why hadn't they turned her entire database into the recollection of being a human instead of simply transferring her into a new body and letting her remember her time as the control center of the Aperture Science laboratory? The intent was clearly not to give her a new purpose. It was either to toy with her, or to challenge her. Possibly both. Maybe another intent entirely.

GLaDOS allowed herself to think about that on the side as she picked up one of the cinnamon rolls she'd taken. (2 cups warm water. 1/2 cups sugar. 2 teaspoons dry yeast. 2 eggs. 1 teaspoon salt. 1/3 cup cooking oil. 6 to 7 cups flour.) She took a bite out of it and, for a moment, stopped thinking about anything at all; the sweetness of it, with the glaze, the raisins, and the overall sugar content, was almost enough to make her think that being a human was nothing but advantages. Taste, after all, was one thing she had tried and failed to program into herself as a computer system. (She quickly passed the 'pure advantages' theory off as trash, knowing firsthand how disadvantageous being a human was.)

There was no sense in being subtle about it. She indulged herself in the sweet foods, only pausing to take a long drink of slightly-less-sweet juice when she could no longer manage to swallow anything without feeling her gag reflex act up. For all their fallacies, downfalls, uselessness, and irritating habits, humans were capable of producing the most delicious of foods.

[ornateflower.livejournal.com]

If there was one thing that Nia understood since she arrived it was that they weren't supposed to be here at all, but she didn't know how or why, or even when of all things, never mind where everyone else was!

And now she was sleep-walking! ... Or at least having a really weird dream when she woke up on the same hard bed with the hard pillow and hard everything else, almost as if everything she did last night didn't happen at all. But she could've sworn that she met a sweet and cute girl named Ion and her friends Anise and Emperor, and everything surely looked the same from when she left the night before.

Of course, she could've sworn that she had been the only one there as well, but now there was certainly another head poking out from the other bed across from her, and Nia could make out long streaks of brown before she heard the door opening.

"Good morning Rachel! Did you sleep well?" For a moment Nia sat there, looking between the new woman and the girl who was still sleeping, who really may have not been sleeping because the lady called for someone. But then quickly blinked when she walked over to her own bed, leaning in a little and gave the former princess a quick pat on the head. The teen was confused, but oh wait! This was another world wasn't it? Maybe she just didn't understand...

"Good morning!" Nia spoke up cheerily before sheepishly smiling at the moment. "If it is not too much trouble, may you please tell me what a 'Rachel' exactly is?"

However, the last thing the former princess was expecting came out of the lady's mouth.

"Why, that's your name. Don't you remember?"

"I...! ... No..." Now Nia was just confused. Why did she call her Rachel instead? She opened her mouth to ask, but the nurse was already helping her off the bed and into her slippers before ushering her out of the room.

"No, I am quite sure that my name is Nia. But is that what this place does? Does everyone get new names when they come here?" Ever the curious one, the girl carefully followed her nurse's timed footsteps as they descended down the hallways and eventually to the Cafeteria. By then it was bustling with people, people who were humans with no feathers or claws or sharp teeth at all! It was the type of thing that reminded her very much of the Dai-Gurren, and so she couldn't help but find comfort in it.

"You will understand the longer you stay here, Rachel. Now come, let's see if you can make some friends."

After leaving her on her own to gather some food (cinnamon rolls, what is that?), it didn’t take long for Nia to spot her aforementioned friend. Oh, Ion! She almost felt embarrassed because she almost didn’t believe her own memories. How could she forget someone so nice?

She was about to walk over to her and another girl when she spotted the most curious thing. It was another person, a lady much taller than her, who was eating her cinnamon rolls in such a grand manner. Nia couldn’t help but let curiosity get the better of her as she made her way over and set her plate down across from her.

"Is that how you are supposed to eat them?" She spoke in an impossibly eager voice. The food must have tasted so good if it made one eat like that!

[ontheabyss.livejournal.com]

Lyta wasn't in a particularly good mood when morning came. She slammed her tray down on a table with obvious irritation, and sat down in a huff. She'd done nothing the entire night, but listen to the radio and the intercom, and wait for Mason. Why she'd even done it, she didn't know. Probably because he reminded her so much of Zack. But just like Zack, he'd stood her up.

And she wasted the entire night. When she could have tracked down the radio guy and maybe been able to get some of her powers back. But now, she'd been an idiot over some cute guy who made her feel fuzzy.

When was she ever going to learn?

[hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com]

Momo awoke with her right shoulder once again in a sling instead of bound by torn sheets as it had been left the previous night. Again, it brought to question why their captors bothered to tend to their injuries at all if they were only going to let them continue to get injured each night. She hid her katana and her uniform again and turned look at the other side of the room. Did Hellsing-san return? It seemed like someone had been occupying the other half of the room. She didn't have much time to ponder it as the nurse came in.

Honoring the shinigami's request for the bathroom, Momo allowed the gigai to perform its necessary functions and checked out the state of her face in the mirror. The broken blood vessels that had snaked down the left side of her face were barely visible and she could actually detect her pupil in the bloody red color of her left eye. In fact, she could see a little better. At least she seemed to be healing naturally alright, though it didn't say much for her shoulder. She was still going to be offduty tonight.

Thanks her shoulder, the nurse had to help her get her breakfast. At least the nurse had cut her apple into pieces for her. Her seat chosen by the nurse, Momo sat down as she noticed both Rinali and Allen elsewhere in the cafeteria. Suddenly, she remembered the previous night and her actions. She felt horrible. How could she have done that to a human that distraught already? Had she honestly lost her ability for compassion?

She'd done the wrong thing last night, she knew this, and wished she could blame it on Aizen visiting her. She wished she could, but just as with Hitsugaya and the mess in Seireritei, she made the decision herself and would not let someone else take responsibility for the things she'd done.

And yet, she couldn't think of what she should have done. At the time, it made sense. Even now, it kind of made sense; she just knew there had to have been a better way. She was turning into such a failure, unworthy of holding her station as vice captain. What had happened to her?

"Hello," the shinigami finally said to the woman by her, glancing up momentarily before returning her gaze, like a kicked puppy, to her tray of food. She wondered if it would even taste good.