ext_201968 ([identity profile] whiteychan.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-02-09 03:17 am

Day 30: Cafeteria, Breakfast

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]

[identity profile] claire-ity.livejournal.com 2008-02-09 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Waiting on the family]

Claire groaned as she woke up, feeling as though she'd slept for days. Her body was used to the odd schedule, but the many weeks of running around during the night and having hardly any sleep during the day was starting to take its toll on her. Still, it was frustrating that any number of things could have happened, and she'd slept right through them. The very fact that there was an "emergency meeting" with the staff put her a little on edge.

Slightly cranky, Claire ran her hands through her hair (which still barely hung over her shoulders, making her feel more irritated) and sat down, chewing slowly on her cereal as she waited for Wesker to show up.

[identity profile] fly-petrelli.livejournal.com 2008-02-11 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Nathan remembered standing next to Marcus, conversing with Stefan... He remembered nearly having his ankle torn to shreds by vicious monsters that he'd written off as the testament to some nutjob's lunacy. He remembered it all so clearly, and his tender, miraculously bandaged ankle was proof that it hadn't all been in his head, he hoped. So, it was with great surprise, that he found himself in bed, awaking from a "good" night's sleep as that same, cheerful nurse from before popped her head in to escort him to breakfast. He'd been confused, wary, but he hadn't put up a fight. Hopefully, he'd be able to track down Marcus or Sanji or even Stefan to confirm any of what had happened last night, but as things stood, he was in too much of a confounded daze to even look for them as he stood mechanically in line to pick up some muffins and juice.

After that was said and done, Nathan turned to the crowded cafeteria, noting the number of injured and weary patients taking in their meals slowly, like this was all part of some routine they'd resigned themselves to.

And then he saw her. It happened just like that. His eyes just happened to fall on her, like some kind of sick twist of fate or something that he was sure he'd heard his mother or Linderman reference a long time ago. A long time ago when he'd been a different man. Were it anywhere else, had he not seen what he'd seen, Nathan Petrelli would've walked the other way. What good was he to her, to anyone? He couldn't be what she wanted him to be for her; he'd never been able to be that. She'd been better off without him, and he'd been willing to push her as far away as he needed to in order to make her see that he wasn't, and never could be, a father to her.

But here she was, sitting here in this hellhole eating her breakfast like everyone else. How long had she been here? Compelled by something he could hardly pinpoint himself, Nathan limped his way over to her, silently taking a seat across from her. It took a while for him to look up from his food, to actually look her in the eye, and even longer to form words.

"How long have you been here?" he asked, his voice hoarse, as neutral as he could make it. Even just sitting here with her reminded him of everything. How he'd failed her, how he'd failed Peter. The former congressman closed his eyes and took a deep breath, forcing all of that down where he always forced things he didn't want to face. "I didn't think I'd see you..."

Here. Again, if she'd been lucky. Either option worked.

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[identity profile] rectifies.livejournal.com 2008-02-09 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Gaining consciousness when one thought they were perfectly awake was disconcerting. The realization yesterday hadn't been a dream was even more so. It was ridiculous how easily Ken could tell, especially with how similar his dorm room was to hospital's. He did not even have to peer down to see he was still wearing that silly uniform nor strain his ears to know the intercom's voice belonged to neither Fuuka nor the chairman.

Oh, great. he thought. I passed out and missed the Dark Hour. Groaning, the boy turned over to kick away the covers, only to discover the cold, smooth touch of wood. It took several seconds to register its source, but when he did, he still managed to gawk for several seconds more.

The broom from the janitor's closet. Had Yukari taken him back to one of the rooms?

Too late to consider that now as he heard the knock and the distinctive pitch of a nurse's greeting. In a panic, Ken threw the broom under the bed and ran out to the door, nearing running headlong into the woman's front side. She thought he seemed too eager for something as meager as breakfast, but the boy managed advert her suspicions away from the room. Thus, they reached the cafeteria without incident.

He couldn't help but think of school as the boy picked up a tray and headed toward an empty seat. If experience rang true, finding his teammate would be a pain. Ken would simply have to wait until after breakfast.

[identity profile] gentiana-clusii.livejournal.com 2008-02-09 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)


Ken had woken up back in his room, sore, with a feeling of distinct unaccomplishment. He'd said that Weiss came first, but really he hadn't even made an effort to finish his impromptu 'mission' after finding Aya. On top of that, he'd seen the look on Aya's face well enough last night. The disappointment and almost-pity that Ken had hated just a handful of years ago...he was slipping again.

He had just enough time to hide his bugnuks, the bottles of poison, and the bottles of medicine before the nurse came to the door to drag him to breakfast. Aya and Omi were already in discussion, and Ken needed time to gather his ragged thoughts. He blinked, noticing a small boy sitting alone--he knew he really shouldn't judge by appearances, not when his best friend had been raised as an assassin since he was eight, but still...

Ken took some fruit, some cereal, and stared at the messy and gooey cinnamon roll the nurse had dropped on his tray with a saccharine smile, rolling his eyes before heading for an empty seat opposite the boy. "Hey. This seat taken?"

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[identity profile] notmyfather.livejournal.com 2008-02-09 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Morning came all too quickly. Ancestors, Valyn didn't enjoy that. One moment he was sneaking through the halls, hands clasped with Shadow, the next he was in a bed he'd never climbed into waking to the sun.

He ignored his nursemaid that morning, not even politely smiling or nodding when she spoke. He allowed her to pile his plate high with sickeningly sweet looking breads and dainties, as well as fruit. He sat down with it off by himself, deciding to let Keman and Shadow talk. He wasn't avoiding either of them - though he was sure his cousin hadn't forgotten their fight - but he simply wasn't in a chatty mood.

Hopefully Shana would join them, whenever she made it to breakfast.

[identity profile] hamenleai.livejournal.com 2008-02-09 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Shana had hurried to the cafeteria upon waking in her own room, her bright gaze searching the room quickly for her brother. Seeing her brother upright and in one piece and sitting and talking with Shadow drew a deep sigh of relief from her, and then she felt silly for worrying so.

Meandering through the food line, she filled her tray before turning and looking for a place to sit. She considered going to join Shadow and Keman, but then she spotted Valyn off by himself and wondered why he hadn't joined them himself.

Moving in that direction, she sank down across from him. shooting him un uneasy, but hopeful smile. Considering she hadn't spoken to him since their visit with Dyran yesterday, she hoped he'd had enough time to recover from the shock overnight.

"Good morning," she greeted quietly, searching his face for any hint as to his mood.

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The nurse led Itachi down several halls and through a large open space, all of it completely unfamiliar. Itachi saw no one else, nor did the nurse give him any more information, until they passed through a door into what was apparently a cafeteria.

Many other people were there, and Itachi tensed, eyes flickering back and forth in anticipation of a potential enemy. It was possible the nurse had led him into some sort of trap, though there was no need to construct a situation in which he could be attacked when his opponents had apparently had him at their mercy while he was sleeping.

But no, the other people paid him no mind. They were all peacably collecting food and sitting at tables to eat. Though he could not make out the faces of the ones sitting further away, these people seemed to have no interest in him, so this was not a planned ambush. In fact, they were all wearing the same clothes as him, so perhaps they had been captured and placed in this institution too. They did not look like enemies, so Itachi decided to ignore them.

He might need energy to escape this place, so it would be necessary to eat. Itachi went over to the food, choosing some sort of bun that looked sweet and a glass of water to prevent dehydration. His nurse smiled at him and told him to find a seat. Itachi briefly wondered if the others knew more about this place and the circumstances under which he came here, but asking them would give away information about himself and in such an unknown situation, that could be dangerous. Besides, it was probably not necessary to work with anyone else in order to get out. Though Akatsuki had assigned him a partner, Itachi considered it more efficient to carry out most missions himself. Thus, he found a seat for himself a bit apart from everyone else. The nurse smiled again -- it was strange that she smiled so much -- and said that she would see him later, then left.

[identity profile] right-handed.livejournal.com 2008-02-09 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Scar was another man who didn't like to be bothered and who was looking to sit away from most of the breakfast crowd. After surveying the room and finding no sign of any of his allies, the Ishbalan gave a growl and shoved some food onto his plate without caring much what it was. His short-lived conversation with the black-clawed man had proved fruitless last night, and now he was beginning to become genuinely worried about where those he cared about could have disappeared to.

The emptiest table he could find still had one occupant: A severe young man with dark circles under his eyes. Scar considered this and then sat down on the opposite side of the table anyway. After all, a fellow taciturn breakfast companion was the best Scar was going to get considering how crowded this place had gotten in recent times.

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[personal profile] gald_digger 2008-02-09 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
It took a few moments after waking up for Anise to collect her thoughts about the previous day. Cyrille's disappearance, her parents brainwashed, a boy who sounded just like Luke, word of Arietta, and Ion... It was a lot to take in, and for a while she had to wonder if she'd just dreamed some of it up.

But she hadn't. Ion was alive; she knew it. After everything she'd done to him, he'd come back somehow. Maybe... maybe this meant Anise really was going to have a second chance. It was something she found herself dwelling on a lot ever since his death: if only she had done something different, if only she could have been honest with him, if only she had found a way to stop things before they got out of hand...

They were useless thoughts that did nothing more than depress her, back then. But now, they had some merit. Now she could do something.

As she crawled out of bed, Anise found that her body felt weak and heavy. It wasn't much of a surprise: she hadn't had dinner last night, and had been under a lot of pressure throughout the day. The cure for that was easy, though.

When she reached the cafeteria, the girl placed a bowl of cereal and a pile of fruit, pastries and other items on her tray. It was okay to eat that much if she was using so much energy at night, wasn't it? Of course it was. Besides, she was still growing!

She took a seat at an empty table and began to dig in with enthusiasm. It wasn't that she was in a particularly good mood, but letting her stress show now wouldn't do any good.

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Perhaps it was his bonding...conversation with Cloud the night before that stirred within him a new vigor. Despite the fading effects of the sedatives that still left him dragging his limbs a little, he still felt alive and ready to face hell one again. Same shit, different day, but felt confident that with enough time and patience it would be conquered.

His attitude didn't change when it came to the nurse, mostly ignoring her, but once he hit the cafeteria, he went for the line like a bee to honey. He needed energy, and lots of it. Plans for the basement would be underway that night, and he needed all the help he could get. This included a large bowl of cereal, a couple cinnamon rolls and a few scattered pieces of fruit. He would have preferred something filled with more protein, but he had two more meals to go for that day.

When he looked over the room for a place to sit, there was something about the young girl that caught his eye. The talk about his daughter was still fresh in his mind, and seeing a young person in the institute never did well for his temper.

He pushed away that bubbling rage, and sat across from her with his tray, and gave a rare smile, "Mind if I sit here?"

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[identity profile] multiweapon.livejournal.com 2008-02-09 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bother, if you want~]

After another night of getting no closer to what he wanted, coming to breakfast in the same oppressing place was just ..disheartening. The only new piece of information he'd recieved was one that he happened to think about by chance, and in the midst of a conversation with a stranger no less. He hadn't realized until then why it might've been that he ended up in this place alone. What happened to everyone else if he a lost a fight with the power which was tied to the minds and hearts of his friends? The answer to that question was on piece of information he dreded obtaining.

Haseo had long since kicked the habit of trying to keep his worries from showing in the way he acted--he recalled that he was quite terrible at it in the first place--and here there wasn't much reason to keep his worries hidden in a place like this. Even if he explained everything on his mind to someone, it wasn't like they would've known what the hell he was talking about. If no one around this place seemed to know what "The World" was then there was no way they would know what a network crisis was about. Besides, strange world or not, it wasn't like he could go yapping about G.U. matters to outsiders just because he was confused or worried.

He emitted an obviously glum demenor as he was coaxed into the breakfast area. Instead of walking normally, he even found himself slowly trudging to the breakfast room. "This place again.." he mumbled, reguardless of anyone being within the distance to hear. Even after just three days at this, it already felt like a neverending grind.

He was already sick of this place.

Getting his food and sitting down was done without significant thought, and he certainly didn't bother looking if anyone was sitting on the opposite end of the seat he had taken. Haseo merely sat his food down and began eating as if it were a task that were required of him in order to move on to the next place. He rested an elbow on the table in order to brace his head up as he ate.

[identity profile] lineaeterna.livejournal.com 2008-02-09 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
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By the time Fayt reached the cafeteria he was no less confused than he had been five minutes ago. The nurse had not explained much, instead praising the food, the weather, and just about everything else as a way to evade all of Fayt's questions and, consequently, protests.

His name wasn't Simon, it didn't even sound anything like it, and on top of that, everyone was missing. Maria, Cliff, Albel, everyone... They were all gone and Fayt didn't want to think of what might have meant. Especially considering just how serious this were before he had woken here. Was the Creator just toying with him...?

...And what was with the clothes...? Fayt sighed as his nurse finally left him at a table in order to get food. Nothing was making sense here, it didn't feel right at all...

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

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[identity profile] kagurazuki.livejournal.com 2008-02-09 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Morning came suddenly, much more abruptly than she'd thought. She clearly remembered walking the dark hall with Leon and the others, but suddenly she was back in her own bed! How strange! She hoped they were all doing alright and that no one had gotten hurt. It was hard to be sure.

Her sloppy bandages had been replaced with fresh ones, expertly wrapped. Her back was still tender, but maybe the scratches weren't as bad as she'd thought. It wasn't much longer before the nurses showed up, a little hesitant this time. Kagura looked up at her nurse innocently, as though yesterday afternoon had never happened.

"Can I see Sohma Hatori-san?" she asked. "It's very important."

The nurse just brushed her off, saying something about Hatori only taking male patients. She kept chattering after that, but Kagura wasn't really listening. She pouted, annoyed that she couldn't have her way, but she didn't want to get stuck with another needle so she followed the nurse to the cafeteria.

The room was a lot bigger than she'd thought. And there were already lots of patients sitting around the room. She took a muffin and some juice and found a seat, too shy to go up and talk to anyone new just yet.

[[Waiting for Anya]]

[identity profile] wishescankill.livejournal.com 2008-02-09 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Anya woke up the next morning to discover that she was back in a bed, and the evil little smiley face was still on her shirt. It was clearly plotting its world take-over.

Okaaaay... now to get out. She'd wasted an entire night tussling with puppies and enjoying the company of an oddly-proportioned male, instead of putting her mind to the problem of how to escape this hell dimension Buffy had sent her to. The best recourse was to summon D'Hoffryn. She'd been a little out of favor lately, but maybe he'd help her out.

"Blessed be the name of D'Hoffryn," she began, kneeling down in the center of the room. "Let this space be now a gateway--"

"Miss Underwood?" Anya glared at the women who opened the door. "It's time for breakfast, Miss Underwood."

"Shush, mortal. I am summoning the spirit of vengeance," Anya warned the woman before closing her eyes again. "...gateway to the world of Arashmahar where demons are--"

"You should come now, Miss Underwood. Or would you prefer me to summon an orderly?"

This was not acceptable behavior in the denizens of a hell dimension! "You're not scary!" Anya complained. "Either sprout some alarmingly course hair and fangs, or leave me alone!"

But the woman - who Anya could only assume had been repressed as a child, as her behavior was annoyingly bland - grabbed her by the arm and led her, protesting, to a large room filled with cafeteria benches. She pointed to a buffet of breakfast foods and left Anya to her own devices.

"Well then," Anya said, flouncing over to the buffet and grabbing a cinnamon roll. This was certainly a hell dimension run by someone with no sense of what was and was not hellish. The vengeance demon made her way to the benches, where she plopped down next to the first person she saw. "I may be alone in this," she said to the girl, "but I hardly find pastries terrifying."

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[identity profile] dawn-rune.livejournal.com 2008-02-09 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[coming from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/293753.html?view=22622585#t22622585)]

Frey was in a state of shock, to put it mildly. He kept expecting to see a familiar face around the next corner, but it never happened. Where was everyone? Where was he?

The woman who had come to wake him kept chattering on about things Frey didn't really understand as she guided him into a large, crowded room. He smelled food, but eating was the last thing on his mind just now. He tried to say as much but didn't get very far--the woman just kept talking right over him. That in itself was a shock--he was so used to people listening intently to everything he said. So Frey fell silent again, wary of making any further attempts at speaking.

She loaded his plate with food and sat him down at a long table. This place was... beyond belief.

[identity profile] koukakurou.livejournal.com 2008-02-09 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
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The previous night had gone faster than Oriya was used to. Perhaps it was because he had a goal in mind, or perhaps it was because this place was far greater in size than anyone had initially thought... Then again, this may have been due to that recurring issue with time that nagged at the swordsman endlessly.

Either way, they had gotten nowhere and Oriya was still in pain. The loss of his dignity after vomiting on his nurse did not help. He wanted this day to end and he wanted it to end now.

But apparently his nurse was a vindictive woman in disguise, because she only prodded the swordsman into moving before escorting him to the bathroom to wash up for breakfast. Before long, the two of them had finally reached the cafeteria where he was escorted to a table with a young woman already seated. The gods hated him this day, Oriya could feel it.

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[identity profile] remedying.livejournal.com 2008-02-09 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)


They hadn't managed to solve a single clue from the previous night, and the night clearly didn't last long enough, but she didn't realize how thankful she was to at least get a little bit of shut eye after traveling across the unknown building until after she noticed she was in a bed. It wasn't hers, it wasn't the one she'd rather be in, there were no fluffy pillows everywhere; nonetheless, it was a bed. Like the night, her sleeping didn't last long enough either, which left her somewhat grumpy after a nurse came in to wake her up. When she thought about it, Yukari didn't remember her deciding to go to sleep... Huh, she must've been more exhausted than she thought.

Oh, breakfast. The nice guy voice seemed to come back from the head doctor, although Yukari hardly bothered to form any opinion about that at the moment. There were plenty of other things to mull over instead. Things that were leaving the young girl frustrated.

She shuffled at best from her room to the cafeteria, trying to decide if she was actually hungry enough to eat or not. Nothing the doctor listed was anything she'd usually have for breakfast, but it sounded fair enough. She ate out enough that having something aside from the traditional meals wouldn't bother her. Without much thought, she grabbed some food anyway and picked out a place to sit down. Yukari was a little worried about how Ken was doing now, but she didn't scout the cafeteria all that well. If her luck from last night continued, she'd eventually find him again.

[identity profile] grosse-sklaven.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Well, last night had ended pretty well. An amiable talk with Mr. Radio, productive work being done... while Adelheid was exhausted, he was content as well. Perhaps, hopefully, the work he'd done would prove useful.

Piling up his tray with as much food as he could manage, Adelheid glanced around the room- finding that most of the seats were taken. Ah well. It had been awhile since he'd done the introductions, and one girl who looked around his own sister's age caught his eye. Hopefully she wouldn't mind a bit of company.

He didn't sit down at first, instead offering a polite nod and a smile as he indicated the seat opposite of Yukari's own. "Pardon me, but may I sit here?"

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[identity profile] totallytheseme.livejournal.com 2008-02-09 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[waiting on his clone twin!]

Day had, as always, come far too suddenly for Hikaru's liking. One minute he'd been in Tamaki's room, finally about to get a little quality time with his brother (for once), and the next he was waking up in his own bed, "ready" to start another exciting Landel's day.

Excuse me while I go gouge out my eyes.

Dragging himself out of bed, he shuffled to the cafeteria and got some food. Cinnamon rolls. Hmm, not bad. Better than some of the other crap they served here...

He took his tray and sat over in the corner, hoping to finally have some undisturbed time with Kaoru.

[identity profile] hangenki.livejournal.com 2008-02-09 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Though Kaoru had found Hikaru almost instantly this morning, he was still feeling grumpy. The night had stolen their almost moment of togetherness. They'd come so close to heading out for alone time, but Landels had other plans.

Dumping his breakfast on the table, he flopped down beside his twin and sought out a familiar hand to hold and a friendly shoulder to lean on. He'd have been tempted to cry if they didn't have that rule about not doing so in front of people. But this place was stretching him thin and he still had that awful confession.

He sighed loudly and closed his eyes. "I'm tired. I hate this place."

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[identity profile] reunion.livejournal.com 2008-02-09 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Waiting for Sousuke... I think?]

While waking up in his room after making little to no progress again was something that Kadaj wasn't too terribly pleased with, getting some sleep after everything that happened yesterday was better than getting none at all. Forgetting about Mother's visit entirely might have been the only cure for the ache in his chest, but at least it wasn't nearly as sharp as it had been before.

He would just have to deal with it. After untangling himself from the sheets, stashing his sword and flashlight, and waiting for his nurse to arrive to lead him off to the cafeteria (why did they insist on treating him like a child even after he'd done nothing to deserve it?), he went to get some cinnamon rolls and found a seat that was relatively clear of other people. If he'd seen someone he'd actually felt like talking to, he would have done so immediately, but since he hadn't... well, he'd just wait until someone turned up.

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[OR NOT. Moving here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/294011.html?thread=22651003#t22651003)]

[identity profile] accursed-rock.livejournal.com 2008-02-09 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[waiting for Mason]

Zelgadis sat wearily at one of the tables in the cafeteria, musing over a muffin and glass of water. The selection of food at this place would satiate even Lina and Gourry, he thought.

He was glad there wouldn't be any more monsters. For now.
vintagebrit: (happy)

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The buffet table was, Mason thought, like something from heaven. Stocking up on as much as he could conveniently carry, and stuffing a few extra pastries into his ever-convenient waistband, Mason looked around until he saw Zel.

"Hey! Zel!" the reaper called out before sitting next to the teenager. "What's up, mate?" He grinned and began stuffing the food into his mouth as fast as he could. Who knew when he'd get his next good meal? "Fucked up night, huh?" he said around a most of a muffin and half an apple.

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L was less enthusiastic in getting the sheets off of him this morning as he had on previous days. In fact, he didn’t even bother with giving them any attention at all. Within a few breaths after waking, he could already feel that there been something wrong. He sat up in his bed and quietly went about the task of checking his leg; hands groping carefully at the muscles as he tried to flex them. His hand stopped at an area that seemed unresponsive and loose. That couldn’t be right. He had seen everyone else recover completely and without scarring, from injuries far more serious. Shouldn’t it have been the same for him?

He needed to test how this was going to affect him. L swung his legs over the side of his bed and carefully stood, applying weight to his leg. His leg could still support his weight, but what about walking? He took a step finding the motion to be uncomfortable compared to what he had been used to. 13% chance of that being a fluke, he had been completely off of his feet for the past few days perhaps that had affected him? He took a few more steps, testing and monitoring his movement; the result proved to be awkward. He stopped and rubbed at the muscle with the foot of his good leg.

The nurse opened the door to find L standing in the middle of the room looking down confusedly at his leg. “Are you okay Mr. Lawrence?”

“I suppose so.” L responded, staring at her with a wide eyed, studying expression, “Why didn’t my leg completely heal? I would think with technology as advanced as this institute has, healing it would have been a simple matter.”

"Advanced technology?" The nurse laughed. "I wouldn't say we're advanced. I'll leave a note for your doctor, though. But I'm sure you just need a bit more time to recover. You only hurt it a few days ago, after all. Now come along, time for breakfast."

“Though you have to admit that the healing rate in the institute is quite impressive, seeing that it doesn’t follow the standard time frame it typically takes for the healing process to normally occur-- even without impeding factors involved. I am sure that you made the appropriate documentation of the injury I received on your watch a couple days ago, shortly after the event happened?”

"Bodies are funny things, aren't they? Always surprising us like that. Now come on, breakfast time. You don't want to miss those yummy chocolate chip muffins!"

L filed the fact that she didn’t respond to the matter of appropriate documentation in the back of his head and decided to get a second opinion on his leg. “Well, I guess I can’t say ‘no’ to chocolate chip muffins” L said smiling a fake smile.

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Once in the cafeteria L placed a couple cinnamon rolls on his plate and limped to a nearby table where could see all of the patients entering the cafeteria. He had noted from his previous days in the institute that breakfast and lunch provided the opportunity to keep an eye out for familiar new arrivals. If he found someone he could identify, especially any involved in the Kira case, it would be best to intercept them before Light had the opportunity. He had missed his chance when Naomi had first arrived; he had no desire to let that happen a second time.

(Nurses response provided by Fey)
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[identity profile] fyeonly.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Speaking of Naomi, she entered the cafeteria shortly after L. Despite the hell that had been the previous night - she'd prefer the monsters to babysitting - she was in a slightly better mood than before. Arlene had given her cigarettes, after all. She still had one, tucked behind her ear for whenever she got a chance to slip outside and smoke it.

Taking a cinnamon role, a blueberry muffin and a yogurt, she scanned the cafeteria for familiar faces. L was easy to spot, and she didn't see Yagami anywhere.

She headed over to L, wanting to tell him about last night anyway. Arlene seemed...slightly fanatical when it came to that gaggle of teenagers she'd picked up. That was an important bit of information for L to have.

"Good morning, Ryuga," she said, sitting across from him. "Sorry I never showed up last night, something came up."

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Archer made his way through the cafeteria mechanically, noting the large number of patients. His pretty nurse had deserted him for a rougher looking one. In his opinion it was a downgrade. His new nurse looked like she could bench press like a professional wrestler. He mentally dubbed her Bertha.

The menu wasn't exactly appealing. Maybe it was his rude awakening, or maybe it was the home cooking he missed. Whatever it was, he just didn't feel like eating. Even though his stomach ardently protested.

He eventually settled on some fruit, a muffing, and some orange juice. It didn't look like they were trying to poison him, and he really didn't want to die that way. Mainly because it was painful, and Archer really didn't like pain.

[identity profile] somber-secret.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Nightshift could have ended better, Hisoka decided as he woke feeling more than a little battered. He still had the bag of metal, though, so it wasn't a complete loss... But the boy could have done without the aching muscles, for once.

Shaking the thoughts away, Hisoka quickly stashed the makeshift bag in his closet. Just in time, too, as his nurse stepped into the room with a no nonsense expression that Hisoka knew he probably deserved. He had beaten this woman enough to get glares for the rest of his pleasant stay.

Or was that against work ethic?

Hisoka rolled his eyes as he escorted through the halls to the cafeteria. He couldn't really see this place having a work ethic, but then again, no one really considered the possibility of Hell donning smiley-faced T-shirts either. His nurse was quick to leave him at a somewhat deserted table before disappearing to gather some food, leaving him with a man with silver hair.

Great. "Mind if I sit here?"

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[identity profile] get.livejournal.com 2008-02-09 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Well this was unexpected.

Once again Simon woke up with no recollection of ever having gone to bed. Not only that, but he still had no idea where he was nor why he was there. Something was definitely wrong with all of this, but he couldn’t figure out what exactly.

He may have taken time to contemplate this had a woman not suddenly entered the room and strode over, waving and smiling at him.

“I’m glad to see you’re awake, Trent—are you ready to go down to breakfast?”

Now Simon was even more confused: Trent? Who was Trent? She couldn’t possibly be referring to him—he wasn’t one to make a big deal of it, but after all he’d done it seemed impossible for anyone not to know his name.

“Er.. I think you’ve got me confused with someone else. I’m Simon, remember?”

The woman only sighed and waved an accusing finger at him:

“Come on, now. You and I both know your name is Trent—and if you don’t then, well, that’s why you’re here!”

This was beyond frustrating: why was this woman insisting he was someone else?

“What the hell are you talking about? Where is ‘here’?”

“Why, this is Landel’s—a mental hospital. You’re here because your friends admitted you. Now come on, it’s breakfast time~!”

Simon opened his mouth to answer, but before he could say anything the woman already had him out of bed and on his feet. She then proceeded to usher him out of the room, down the hallway (which, he noted, was now much more brightly lit than previously) and into a large cafeteria where she promptly seated him at a table and pushed a tray of food at him, encouraging him to eat before scurrying off to attend to someone else.

Despite being highly agitated and with even less of an idea of what the hell was going on than before, he was hungry—and he knew better than anyone what happened if he went hungry for too long. So he began to eat, trying not to think too much about the fact that his “friends” apparently thought he was crazy and that nobody seemed to know who he was; he'd figure it out after he ate.

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Signum sat down across from him purely by chance. Yes, once she took a good look at him she realized his face was unfamiliar and that thought that perhaps he was a recent arrival, but it was the empty seat that had drawn her. It was her duty to protect the patients at large, but she had no particular attachments to them. Except with her comrades in Arts & Crafts, mealtime conversation wasn't important enough for her to bother seeking out.

His presence, that was to say, was irrelevant to her.

Irrelevant didn't mean nonexistent, though. "Good morning," she greeted calmly, the words a bit stiff. It was the only clue that she was (relatively) agitated right now... and not much of one. After all, formality was normal for her.

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[personal profile] norainu 2008-02-09 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
For once, Renji was well and truly annoyed that the night had ended. Things had just started to get interesting, and he'd really been accomplishing something for once. At least he had something to report. And a new direction they should all go.

He grabbed some food, since it didn't look too bad, and found a seat where he'd be pretty visible. He kept an eye on the cafeteria doors, looking for Sora.

[identity profile] manhattan-red.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 01:19 am (UTC)(link)


One minute Brooklyn had been on top of a wall, talking to two other patients. Then next minute he'd been back in bed again. Still human and still knowing nest to nothing about the place he was in. Searching around for the shovel, he found it in his closet. Having no memory of having put it there, this left him even further confused. Then a woman came in and announced that it was time for breakfast, called him some name he didn't recognize, and led him off down the now brightly lit hall.

This just had to be the work of some member of the third race. It was too whacked out not to be.

Something felt different as he was led towards the cafeteria. Something was off. He'd been inside brightly lit buildings at night before, but this seemed to have an extra warmth and glow about it. Not in such a way that it made it more friendly feeling, but...

It wasn't until he entered the sunroom that it hit him, and he stared up at open windows with a wide-eyed and utterly shocked expression. The nurse had to practically drag him along, as he didn't want to leave the sun's warmth. If only he could get a better look...

He was sat down at a table before he knew it, staring across at someone he didn't know (not that he knew anyone in this place, really). He probably should have started the conversation off better, but all he could sat as he sat there still dumbfounded was "...It's daylight."

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[identity profile] notachick.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
[waiting for Heiji, Kuroba and/or Hijikata]

Okita woke up the next morning in his usual half-sleep fog and rubbed his eyes. The night had ended quickly, possibly because he had spent most of it in a forced depression from that shadow. It was time for him to memorize the bulletin post on "dreams" for future reference. Today promised to be busy and the swordsman was quick to get out of bed, hide his spoils for the night, comb his hair, tidy his appearance and grab his journal and a pen.

He had maps to make today, notes to take and any number of people to meet. Edgeworth, Hijikata, Sanosuke, Homura, Kenshin and...the boys. Putting a hand to his head, he wondered just what he was going to do about them. He needed to speak to Hijikata and better explain this place, but repairing his relationship with Heiji and Kuroba might have to come first.

His nurse appeared and, after a brief stop at the bulletin, led him to the cafeteria where she handed him a tray and told him to not just eat the sugared items. He nodded and took a banana muffin while she was watching, but quickly shoved three cinnamon rolls and two chocolate chip muffins on the tray as soon as she turned her back. Sugar wasn't a bad thing, silly nurse. Picking up a glass of milk and a cup of tea, Okita took a seat where he'd be the most visible and waited for whoever would appear.

[identity profile] osakapwnzu.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Heiji didn't object to the wheelchair this time around. He even let the two orderlies the nurse had brought to his room pick him up and put him in it, and took the pills his nurse gave him for the pain. Tired from the fight last night, and drained from blood loss, he really didn't care what happened to him at this point. He just wanted to sit and be still.

He hoped Kaito was okay--everything blacked out so fast, and he wasn't sure if that was him fainting or the end of the night coming. But they'd won, at the very least. Too bad they really had nothing to show for it except three dozen scratches, bandages on every limb, and broken ties.

Oh shit, the History Club.

Heiji had his nurse bring him to the bulletin board before the cafeteria, where he jotted off a quick note in response to Okita's message. Well, better he get this over with as quickly as possible.

His nurse set him up where he gestured--right across from Okita and set down his tray. Heiji stared at the lone muffin in the center of his plate, to embarrassed and upset to look the man in the eye. He was definitely a shadow of his former, jovial self.

"Hey," he managed.

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[identity profile] prince-of-jurai.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
As the nurse led Tenchi to the spacious cafeteria, he grew even more puzzled. This was way more than any normal prank that Washu or Ryoko would ever pull. Still, Washu was a scientist who could create entire dimensions. Surely even this wasn't out of her league...

Was it?

Tenchi quietly gathered up his breakfast and found a nice quiet place so that he could think. There were so many people here, and not one of them was a recognizable face. For the first time in a very long time, Tenchi felt a pang of loneliness. Heaving a sigh, he began to munch on an apple and sip his orange juice.

[identity profile] amaidendamnit.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Sierra's tray slammed into the table across from him, contents rattling for a moment. A few stray grapes escaped over its lip and rolled to a stop on the table as fingers white with the force of their grip (not actually a noticeable difference since they were pretty pale to start with) unwound almost mechanically from the tray's edge.

She seated herself with a rigid neatness that suggested that the violence done to her breakfast had represented some minimal release of tension necessary for her to maintain a slightly more dignified, if still very obviously annoyed, facade. It wasn't for his benefit, though... in fact, she didn't even seem to notice him. No sooner had she finished sitting than the tray was pushed aside and her face buried in crossed arms. She was not. Ready. To wake up.

That was the nice thing about sleeping in coffins. Even the stupidest mortals generally didn't try to wake you up. Or try to feed you breakfast. Well, no, every once and a while some overenthusiastic young vampire hunter who didn't know who she was would try that trick with the wafers and do both at once. But at least they didn't act like she should thank the for it the whole time.

[[You'll never escape your weird chick magnet Tenchi!]]

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[identity profile] haikudemon.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Hijikata woke with a jolt, staring disoriented at a pale white ceiling above him. It was light. He had been -- standing by the door, listening to that voice babbling from some unknown place... Had it all been a dream? Just a strange, twisted dream...?

He closed his eyes again, reaching up to rub a hand over his face, and then started as a sharp edge dug into his leg. He sat up, biting back a curse, and looked down at himself. The same gray shirt and pants, with an odd yellow logo like a child's drawing of a smile. The wooden bar from his closet lay by him on one side; on the other, the cloth bag full of metal implements was still hooked into his waistband. And his light, still activated--

It had been no dream. Hijikata took a deep breath, and quickly slipped out of bed, throwing the pillowcase into his standing closet with the bar - he hoped to have a better weapon soon, but for now, it would have to be sufficient. The clothing he'd pulled out of the closet last night was still in heaps on the floor. He shoveled it back in as quickly as he could, then slammed the door back into place. It wouldn't hold up to even the simple scrutiny of opening the door, but it was concealed.

His hand went to his pocket where the scalpels Souji had given him were hidden - where one of them had dug into his leg on waking, though it felt like a shallow wound - just as the door opened and a Western woman came in, beaming.

Hijikata's first impulse was to attack her and run. This must be one of the nurses Souji had spoken of. He controlled it, though, instead keeping a close and wary eye on her as she babbled cheerily about the weather and names he didn't know, calling him by an unfamiliar name - Michael Sugiyama? Was that supposed to be some sort of code name?

His silence didn't seem to stop her from talking. Wary and alert, he followed her from the room, scanning the surroundings and trying to memorize them, preparing for the next chance he had to fight freely.

She brought him at last to a large room filled with overly tall tables and chairs, food laid out for the taking at one end. The food smelled cloying and sweet, mostly breads and unfamiliar Western desserts, but there was fruit that he could recognize. He took several apples, glaring down the nurse's insistence on balanced meals, and sat at a nearby table, his eyes flickering over the room in search of any familiar face.

[identity profile] sneak.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
The fact that night faded away into morning right as he and Tyler had been leaving the library made it all feel like a dream, even more than it usually did. But when Raiden woke up with that knife still clutched tightly in his hand, he knew that wasn't the case.

He was out of bed within seconds, lifting up the mattress with his free hand so that he could shove the weapon under it before the nurse came in and confiscated it.

Luckily, he had moved fast enough, as the woman came in a few seconds later to take him to breakfast. While his conversation with the radio man last night had brought up more questions than answers, at least he was armed now. It meant that he might actually have a chance at making some progress, even though he was still struggling for direction.

He hadn't forgotten his conversation with Axel the day before, and he forced the nurse to stop in the Sun Room so he could leave a message on the bulletin board. He didn't think he had worded it very well, but he was hoping for responses nonetheless.

Once he got to the cafeteria, he also settled for an orange and some yogurt to eat. While he would have been more than happy to go sit on his own, his nurse had another idea. "Don't you want to meet some of the new patients?" she asked.

While he would have liked to give her a smart-mouthed answer, he wasn't looking to get sedated, and he wasn't sure how far the staff had to be pushed before they started taking out needles. So he was led to sit with a stranger, and as he sat down across from the man, all he did was nod in greeting.

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[identity profile] muted-flame.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
While he hadn't gotten much farther last night, there had been some progress made, so Roy didn't believe he was entitled to complain. That didn't mean he wasn't sick of making the same trip every night, and he wasn't sure if he could really get away with forcing people to go along with him anymore. If he just went on his own, it might go a lot faster, despite the danger he would be bringing upon himself.

He was more rested than usual, if nothing else, and didn't hesitate to grab a blueberry muffin and a banana before going to sit on his own at one of the long tables. Hopefully he would get some promising responses to his bulletin board post. It was difficult to convey his natural charisma through writing, and he imagined that was part of the reason why he hadn't recruited many more members. Perhaps it would be easier to find people if he approached them himself?

At the moment, he wanted to think over the group itself and how to go about making it work better. It would have been a relief to have Hawkeye, Havoc, and the others there to help him organize, but he hadn't seen them around in a while. There was Hughes, but Hughes had never worked under him. It wasn't quite the same.

As he broke off pieces of his muffin to eat, Roy flipped through his journal, reading over his notes in silence.

[identity profile] reunion.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/294011.html?thread=22630523#t22630523).]

After their brief conversation on the bulletin and the fact that it looked like nothing interesting was going to happen had made itself clear, it seemed only natural for Kadaj to take his plate with his paltry breakfast on it and stalk over to Roy, setting his food down across from him and sitting soon after as he examined the man. "This is the first time we've spoken during the day, isn't it?" he asked, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards slightly in a faint smile. There, see? He was being friendly.

"What about it needed discussion, anyway? Just the assignment, or did you want to tell me something about your group in particular? I don't pay much attention to these things usually, but I felt compelled to change that today." Well, almost friendly. At least he hadn't tacked on a query about whether or not this made Roy feel special like he'd felt like doing. He was learning. Honest.

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[identity profile] demon-beast.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Waiting for Roland]

They'd been waiting and planning to attack and then... awake in the room again, unfulfilled and ready for battle and hungry. Damn, she was hungry and she had nothing to show for it. Tonight, no matter what, she had to get something to eat. She could feel Prithvi's hunger growing, hating the privation.

There was no meat for breakfast this morning either. It wouldn't have satisfied, but it might have calmed and soothed for a little while. But still, some food was better than nothing and if she felt full, it would be something at least. And the food was still better than she'd ever tasted.

She grabbed a tray of various things and found a seat before starting to pick idly at the contents of her plate, trying everything but unable to finish any one thing.

[identity profile] intoindra.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Well... that hadn't worked out. At all. Clearly Roland had moved too slowly. Maybe his anger had blinded him to time passing, or perhaps games were being played on him. It was hard to say, but tonight, he definitely needed to get something to eat. And then he and the others would need to come up with some sort of plan. Somehow.

Taking some food- he barely even noticed what it was- Roland strolled over to Argilla, sitting down opposite of her with a slight smile. "Well," he said with a shrug, "I think we can both agree that last night ended rather disappointingly?"

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((Available!))

Xigbar never felt as falsely happy as he did at that moment. Well, 'never' was going a little far, but he was pretty darn good at faking it. He whistled as he strolled through the line, grinning as he plopped down and kicked up his feet on an empty table, grinning as he munched on breakfast.

Last night had been pretty awesome. He felt like a whole new Nobody~!

[identity profile] captain-hunam.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[*Bother bother bother* :D Hope you don't mind?]

Zelnick barely blinked, and suddenly he was lying on a bed, staring at the ceiling; it was unexpected, since had only just been in a kitchen, the taste of an apple fresh in his mouth...

He propped himself upright, and the scratches from the night before made themselves well known-- as did the bandages set over them-- as did his sudden exhaustion.

What was this place?

His answer bustled into the room, smiling cheerily at him. "Good morning, Caleb! I do hope you slept well?"

"... Caleb?" he asked, confused.

Her smile kept its place, though she sighed through it. "That's your name, dear; you're Caleb Stern. Come on now, let's get you up and out, you wouldn't want to miss breakfast on your first day!" She got him out of bed, through the door (he glanced at the number-- thirty-nine, thirty-nine, he could remember that), and through a series of halls and rooms to reach a cafeteria, filled to the brim with men and women in the same smiling uniform as him, conversing over food.

Yuber did say this place masqueraded as a mental hospital, Zelnick thought to himself, staring around at people who he had seen with weapons and wandering freely... and wasn't that Yuber over there? But before he could go over, his nurse pushed him into line. "Here, dear, get something to eat," she said kindly, and Zelnick dazedly piled a plate high with fruit (oh man, fresh! Fresh fruit! And he wasn't even stealing these! What five years on a spaceship could do to a man's appetite..) and the little round bread things.

Still half-dazed by the total turnabout, he let the nurse set him at a table with a rather cheery looking man. "There you go, Caleb, let's try and get you some friends, all right?" she told him, smilingly-- then walked away before he could protest.

He shrugged and turned to the other man. "Hello." He paused for a moment; that seemed rather short, so he added, "My name isn't Caleb, it's Zelnick."

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Twice now, Mello had woken up without falling asleep. This was not something he wanted to get used to.

Again, he went through his morning routine, but this time, he didn't expect to find his gun under his pillow. As predicted, it wasn't there, but the flashlight he'd been holding was on the mattress beside him. His consciousness was clear, and he was confident that he hadn't been drugged. If he hadn't been drugged, how the hell had this happened?

Mello sat up and glanced down. He was wearing the same disgusting style of clothing he'd found himself in earlier that night, but there was no dirt on the knees from escaping the bats. So he'd been unconscious again, not asleep. Fantastic. He regarded the gauze around his arm with annoyed curiosity; at least he could be sure that it hadn't been a dream.

There was another person in the room, buried under blankets and apparently asleep. Quietly, he slid off of his thin mattress and searched the room, but it was identical to the one he'd found himself in last night. Again, he pocketed a few pens and, still clutching his flashlight, moved towards the door. When he placed his hand on the doorknob, it turned without his consent and opened to reveal a crisply-dressed woman, some kind of nurse.

What the-

"You're not going to need that, Michael," she said cheerfully, reaching for his flashlight. Mello stepped back, snatching it from her hand.

"Who the hell are you?" he demanded. Finally, someone with answers. He gripped the flashlight tightly, clearly intending to swing if his questions weren't answered in a timely manner.

Room M3

[identity profile] damned-nurses.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Now, now Michael, there's no need for that. I'm Nurse Gibbons, and I'm here to take you to breakfast. We have cinnamon buns and muffins this morning! I'm sure you want to get them before they're cold. Come along now!" The nurse reached for the flashlight again, smiling brightly.

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Waking up today was different. Today Brock woke up to a definite feeling of something crawling around inside him. It was in his head, swimming around his skull. It was under his skin, in his bones. It was stronger than before and, most importantly, he heard its voice.

Okay, so technically he couldn't actually hear the symbiote's voice. It didn't really have one, not in the human sense. But he could somehow understand what it thought, its desires and impulses, coming in as flashes and impressions of sights and sounds than in an actual language. It'd been disorienting the first time he'd woken up with a roomie in his own body. But now he only felt relief. The past few days flying solo had been pretty shitty without his Other.

The symbiote wanted to kill. It was still gunning for Kasady, which was great because Brock was still too. The problem, they were finding out now, was how to kill him. The other host was young, inexperienced. But he was far stronger. They knew that now.

Wait. We must wait. We will know the opportunity when it presents itself.

At least he was feeling way better than a few days ago. One of the perks of being a host was he could heal in days - even in Landels - what would've probably taken months all by his lonesome. It sucked he couldn't just kill Kasady now. But hey, at least his Other was pretty much back with him.

Brock took his tray with his breakfast - yes, cinnamon rolls - and after a moment of searching, sat down.

[identity profile] human-sponge.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
To suddenly go from standing at the bottom of the courtyard wall to being back in a bed with no time in between was enough to force Peter into a sitting position with a loud gasp, similar to the way he had first woken up yesterday.

Though it looked like he now had a roommate, and that was enough to force him to calm down slightly. The other man (who had long blond hair - what was with all the strange hairstyles?) was still sleeping, he was pretty sure.

But that wasn't what he should be worrying about. How had he gotten here? Was it morning now? It felt like it was, for reasons he couldn't really explain. And where was his shovel? He had set it down, and maybe that had been a bad idea. That didn't stop Peter from looking around, however, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found it in the closet. Though how it had gotten there was one more mystery.

Had his memory been wiped? He wouldn't have been surprised if that was the case, even if he didn't like that prospect.

A nurse arrived then, which meant he didn't get the chance to ponder over it further. Though as they made the trip to cafeteria, he was pretty sure that his room had changed, which meant he had one more thing to think over. He had to admit he was eager to eat, but he still wasn't sure if it was safe to. Though he really doubted they could have gotten drugs into fruit, so he was content with grabbing an apple before he scanned the room for the two people he had met so far.

Brooklyn was already talk to two other people, but Peter saw that Eddie was on his own. Smiling, he moved away from his nurse and went to sit with the other man. His eyes were wide and eager -- he had a lot he wanted to talk about.

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The night ended so abruptly and now it was daytime again. Jack wasn't so certain how he felt about waking up so early, but he was certain that the morning announcement was a good sign. If there was an emergency meeting, perhaps the Head Doctor was looking into ways to improve the nighttime activities! Jack woke to a room that was much like the last one, but it seemed the other bed had been slept in. Did he get a roommate? Oh, now that could be fun!

He leapt out of bed, but was disappointed to find that he was still quite fleshy. Jack was already getting tired of having muscles and skin - it was too normal, too...human. His nurse appeared and led him off, casually brushing off his every attempt to find out where the meeting was being held and when and how Jack could attend (he had so many ideas to help, after all, so why wouldn't they listen?), taking him to the cafeteria instead. "But the meeting, my dear lady! I must attend it or how else will they ever further the goals of this place? You all missing some essential elements in making this a true horror house! Or better yet, a Christmas theme! Do you know of Christmas? It's such a joyous--"

The nurse rolled her eyes and stuck a tray in his hands, cutting off his speech and pointing him toward the breakfast line. Before Jack could protest, she was gone and he sighed. No one understood or listened when he had a truly good idea. It was a little exasperating, to be honest.

He went through the line, picking up strangely fresh fruits and foods and choose his seat. The chairs were a little short for him, but if he turned to the side it seemed to be alright. Leaning an elbow on the table, Jack looked out over the sea of people. So many other inhabitants of this Landel's World-Town! He had to talk to all of them, get information on their lives and then take it back to Halloween Town. Perhaps they could use some of the frights here in the next Halloween, or maybe they'd have even better ideas for Christmas! Christmas was a much bigger mystery after all - much more important than the boring old Halloween. Taking a healthy bite of a blueberry muffin, Jack waited to find the first available person and grinned. His journal and a pen were tucked into his waistband, so he could definitely get some good information today!

[unwittingly waiting for Obi-Wan]

[identity profile] braidless.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
Last night had certainly been more productive than previous nights. True, they hadn't received any answers, but they certainly had received supplies -- weapons, no less! And while the idea of stabbing creatures with a blade was terribly base and uncivilized, Obi-Wan was more or less convinced that there was very little about this place that could be called civilized.

Now it was just a matter of trying to figure out where to go from here. He'd have to talk with Qui-Gon, so they could decide whether they had sufficient weapons, or if they ought to donate some of their metal to less fortunate prisoners who were still lacking weapons.

In the meantime, he supposed he ought to eat a good, healthy breakfast so he could at least start the day right. And while he was at it, take some time to talk to some of the newer "patients". As easy as it was to get caught up in his own plans, the Jedi recognized the benefits behind establishing connections and helping newcomers adjust to the place. He'd been knew here, once. That had been about almost two weeks ago, hadn't it? Time certainly crawled in this place. To Obi-Wan, it might as well have been a whole year.

It didn't take long for him to find a face he didn't recognize right away, which wasn't a surprise, given the man's distinctive features -- tall and gangly, an unusually round face, eyes and hair that were incredibly dark. After he approached him, he realized he must have been close to around his age, although that by itself wasn't particularly odd. Come to think of it, there didn't seem to be many older people being held captive here, though Obi-Wan knew looks could often be deceiving in that regard.

"Good morning," he greeted with a small, pleasant nod. "Do you mind if I sit here?"

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