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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[innovator-skuld.livejournal.com]

[[Reserved for the other young super-genius. XD]]

Waking up in bed without having fallen asleep there wasn't entirely unusual, so when static from the intercom started pulling Skuld to wakefulness, the remnants of a dream had her snuggling into the covers for a moment. Once again, the Head Doctor's voice blended with the idea that she was still home for a moment, but when she realized that wasn't a TV she jumped out of bed in a panic. Not pausing to think, she tried to open the door; finding it locked, she pounded on it with her fists for a moment before giving up; tears stung her eyes, but she didn't let herself cry.

She'd already flopped back down on her bed, wondering why her prison had shrunk yet further, before she caught sight of another bed--and saw that someone was in it. She dashed over to look; the occupant was a girl, younger than Skuld.

And human, from the look of her.

Before she could really wonder what that or anything else meant, the door opened. She whirled, barely stopping herself from reaching for her hammer or bombs; she couldn't summon them any more than she could Noble Scarlet, so there wasn't any point in trying.

The person now standing in the doorway was obviously a nurse... great. The woman smiled at her; it looked real enough, but the sweetness was just too much. "Are you ready for breakfast, Dalia?"

Several VERY aggravating minutes later, Skuld dropped her tray on a table, not in the least cheered by what was for breakfast. Especially since the nurse hadn't let her only take the sweet stuff. She knew what she should do today--find out as much as she could by talking to people, and if possible experiment with her powers to see what she could still do--but she was currently too pissed off to even start planning.

[byname-bynature.livejournal.com]

Artemis awoke with a start, and nearly screamed for help. Nurse Hedgerow was standing over him, looking as though the boy had nearly kicked the bucket. Which, he had, but that wasn't the point.

"How do you feel, Sean?"

Morning. His body was still aching slightly from the pain of the poison, and butterfly stitches held the wounds on the right side of his face closed. He could feel a fresh bandage on his shoulder, and easily spotted a wheelchair behind his nurse's hip.

"Like I've been spewing noxious poison out of every single one of my pores all night. You?"

"Oh Sean, I have no idea how you got a hold of those cleaning chemicals, but I'll never forgive myself. You had to have your stomach pumped last night!"

Stomach pumped. Right.

Minutes later, Nurse Hedgerow was wheeling Artemis into the Cafeteria, the boy trying to look the picture of dignity. His coat was spread over his lap, along with his journal and pen, and he surveyed the populace as though he were the prince of Sheba.

His eyes stopped on her.

Nurse Hedgerow noticed her young ward craning his neck to get a look at the girl, and smiled. "Her name is Dalia. She's new. I'm sure she would love to chat with you."

How humiliating, Artemis thought. Being escorted to a first meeting via wheelchair. Well, it might make explaining things a bit more simple.

"Be nice," His nurse warned, and left Artemis to a plate of scrambled eggs ("Perfect for a troubled tummy!") and the lady. He nodded slightly.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, miss," He flashed a smile.

[jurisfictional.livejournal.com]

Thursday was more than a little surprised when she awoke with the makeshift bag of metal and wallets still clutched in one hand and her now-battered baseball bat in the other, but she still managed a smile. At least they'd gotten something done last night, and if she recalled correctly, nobody had been seriously injured.

She stowed everything in her closet before the nurse arrived and followed her to the cafeteria relatively complacently. Breakfast looked to be disappointingly lacking in solid English fare again, but she was always ready to try something new. Selecting a cinnamon bun and a bowl of cereal, she found an empty spot and seated herself.

[1imited-edition.livejournal.com]

Reinforce was happy to see the morning come, but not in a good way. It had removed her and those she'd been trying to help from a dangerous situation... but that didn't change the fact that her 'help' had been far from helpful.

She'd known it wouldn't be easy, and she tried to take failures in stride. But it was likely that this burden of continued inadequacy in the face of her all-important mandate had something to do with her decision to take her breakfast to a relatively empty table.

But in a room as crowded as the Institute's cafeteria empty didn't mean much, and she ended up near another patient anyway. One of only a few who appeared out of their twenties...

[[A Book for a Bellman? XD]]

[arc-wrench.livejournal.com]

[Please, please, oh please bug him!]

HK did not like breakfast. It meant food, which was never a good thing (chocolate was now the sole exception to that rule, but the nurse refused to give him any). But this morning it was also made more difficult than usual- not only did he have to deal with a cast over his right forearm, but... He postulated that if he was to ever experience a hangover, it would feel much like how he felt now.

He glared muzzily at his breakfast, wishing he had something animate to rant at.

[mozenwrath.livejournal.com]

[...I assume you wouldn't mind a-rantin' at Mozenrath?]

Mozenrath himself wasn't in a great hurry to head to breakfast. He was more concerned with how he had gone from Lust's room to waking up in another bed, in another room. To make matters worse, his refusal to accompany his nurse anywhere, let alone to breakfast, had resulted in the arrival of a pair of big burly men and the threat of sedation. This was completely unfair!

So Mozenrath had eventually gone along with his "caregiver"'s insistance that he join the rest at breakfast. Bitterly, albeit, but the sorcerer wasn't foolish enough to believe he could take on men twice his size and four times his width in muscle alone without SOME aid, magical or otherwise. He wondered where Nakago was and how things might have played out differently if he had been present. He wondered where Lust was so he could continue to drill her on alchemy.

"Go ahead and get some food, Cheb!" his nurse, the pinnacle of charity and mirth, said when they arrived at the cafeteria. "We need to put some more flesh on those bones of yours!" She playfully patted his stomach, though Mozenrath wondered if that wasn't a veiled reference to other things. He mumbled a string of curses at the woman in Arabic, taking only one piece of fruit and sitting down at the first table that he came across.

[audentiax.livejournal.com]

Hermione was still disoriented as she scanned the cafeteria, not bothering to grab any breakfast. She wasn't hungry, and nothing looked very appealing anyway. What she wanted to do was get a better grip of the situation. She wanted all the facts, and she had a feeling they weren't going to come from the staff. What rubbish, saying her parents had stuck her here.

However, there was no telling if any of the other patients here were insane or not, at least at this point, so Hermione chose an empty seat that was still close enough to others to catch snippets of conversation.

[opposingheaven.livejournal.com]

[Hope it's okay to send Kenren in ^^ ]

Well, that had been less than satisfying. He'd gone in there, all stoked for a good fight that would leave him aching in a good way, and then night had ended before he'd done much more than swing his katana.

The katana, of course, was a bright spot, as was the packet of cigarettes that he'd hidden under the mattress along with the sword, even though he was more reluctant to leave those behind than the weapon. Stupid sentimentality. It would get him killed some day, he was certain. Well, except it already sort of had.

It was already crowded when he got into the cafeteria and he grabbed some food before approaching the first free seat that he could find. At least he wasn't practically shaking with rage anymore, which made him a little less intimidating.

He smiled in a friendly manner at the girl and gestured to the seat. "Mind if I sit here. It's getting pretty busy."

[cnflctofintrst.livejournal.com]

Mello tried to absorb every detail of his surroundings as the orderly carted him to the cafeteria, but nothing in his mind seemed to connect. It was an unpleasant, infuriating feeling...he'd anticipated the possibility of being disarmed, but not like this.

He barely noted the mass of faces as he was led into the large room, and he held one hand against his head as he half-sat, half-collapsed into the chair that seemed to appear before him. Eating was the furthest thing from his mind, and although a vague nausea attached itself to every thought, he forced himself to keep thinking. No stupid sedative was going to get between him and the answers. He barely noticed the plate that was thrust before him, but his body, seemingly detached from his awareness, started to pick at the chips of a chocolate chip muffin and he licked his fingers without thought.

[the-clown-king.livejournal.com]

My goodness, had last night been hectic once people started coming in! Tamaki swore he was still all a'twitter from it! But he was pleased they were there. He was less than pleased with how the twins had been treating him, of course, but that was nothing new.

He hoped Light-kun had been successful with the radio man last night! He'd never come back... oh, hopefully he wasn't hurt! Tamaki shouldn't have let him go off on his own! He'd have to post on the bulletin to make sure he was alright.

But now... new people were here! And that meant new lovely maidens who needed to be entertained! Why, there was one now! Tamaki grabbed a muffin and juice box and swept over to where the girl - woman? she didn't look that old! - was sitting looking very, very miserable! And she was rather cute, even if a little...boyish. But there was nothing wrong with that at all!

"Fair maiden!" Tamaki announced, dropping gallantly to one knee before 'her'. "It pains me so to see you looking so dejected! Please, allow me to lift your spirits!"

[flashyaudacity]

When Kaito woke up, he couldn't remember getting to his room... or to any room, for that matter. His head had been spinning, but he didn't think he'd passed out.

Hattori wasn't with him in the room, which was... troubling; anything could have happened between the fight with the cats and waking up there. His wounds were also neatly bandaged, and if the announcement that had woken him up was anything to go by, it was morning.

He doubted any nurses that came in would look kindly on the things he'd picked up overnight, so he stowed them under the mattress, standing up again just as the door opened.

He was unsteady on his feet as he followed the nurse to breakfast, but refused to accept her assistance. Once they arrived at the cafeteria, the woman gave him a tray and pointed him towards the serving counters.

After grabbing some sort of muffin and some fruit, he looked around for Hattori. He was relieved when he spotted the detective, now bandaged and in a wheelchair, but alive. Kaito was a little surprised to see that he was speaking with Okita, but they surely had a lot to discuss after what had happened last night.

He entertained the thought of joining them, but decided against it. He could talk to Hattori later, and he was sure he'd need to speak with Okita at some point about last night, but for now... For now, he had a lot to think about. Selecting the nearest empty seat, he set down his tray and started picking at the food.

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

[Hope you don't mind a Kenshin!]

Kenshin didn't think he would ever completely get used to the sudden jolt from night to day, but it was getting easier to tolerate them. One minute, he, Kenren, Sano, and Zuko had been getting ready to face down that strange giant, and the next, he was in bed, still clutching his new metal sheath while the intercom prattled on and on about the day's activities. He hid the scabbard under his mattress, hoping to retrieve it once night rolled around...when he could finally get his sakabatou.

In a way, he almost wanted it to be nightshift. He was eager to finally get his hands on a sword that he could use.

But there were still several hours between now and then, and he figured he ought to enjoy it. He loaded up his tray with food he recognized (mostly fruit) and looked for a mostly-empty table. No doubt that Sano would try to find him, when he ended up in the cafeteria.

The table he chose was occupied only by a messy-haired young man who looked friendly enough.

"Hello there," Kenshin offered, smiling kindly. "May this one sit?"

[hellmunchkin.livejournal.com]

Phibrizzo did not want to be at breakfast at all.

When his nurse finally "coerced" him from bed (how had he gotten back into his own bed? He still was bothered by this), she assured him with much ginger care and concern that he would feel better if only he'd have something to eat. Then she carefully led him to the cafeteria, almost as if she actually cared about his wellbeing, and sat him down at a table, bringing him the most generic of servings. Hellmaster glared, weakly. Though not as sick, dizzy, or as disoriented as he had been the night before, he was still in no mood.

Could it get any worse?

[pacifistcrush.livejournal.com]

Of course it could.

A very confused princess, led by a polite and dutiful nurse, had just entered the cafeteria. While still baffled and a bit insulted at the idea of being locked in a mental hospital, Amelia certainly couldn't turn down such a large and appetizing meal. When she had filled a tray, taking a little bit of everything, she sat down at a table, paying little heed to the boy seated across from her. It had been some time since she last ate in such a public setting, and it seemed a little odd to do so without her friends with her. But at the same time, it was a bit of a relief, being able to enjoy a casual meal without any competition for the food.

It wasn't until she had already started eating that she realized the kid across the table looked a little familiar. Or perhaps very familiar.

When the realization struck, she found herself choking on a piece of cantaloupe.

It took a few moments of struggling to get it down, and once her throat was clear, Amelia let out a high-pitched yelp of surprise. She rose sharply from her seat - knocking the chair down in the process - and slammed her hands on the table.

"H... Hellmaster Phibrizzo!!"

[bored-narrator.livejournal.com]

Kyon was out in the cafeteria against his own will. It was actually the will of that irritating 'nurse' that he was even out here. He'd tried over and over to convince her that he didn't feel up to breakfast. Though, she didn't believe it, and was quite insistent he make an appearance. For whatever reason, it was beyond him.

The biggest reason Kyon wanted to skip out on breakfast was because when he'd woken up, he felt the thirst hit him. Not to say t was ever gone, it was just that this morning, it was there like it had been the day after he's been experimented on. he guessed he really couldn't avoid Aidou tonight.

Taking something small on his tray, he found a secluded table to sit at. He could smell blood around him, but he figured this was something he needed to get used to. Mornings were usually filled with the injured, he was no exception. He was still covered in bandages from a few nights prior.

[lastwaltz]

Ryoko followed her nurse to the cafeteria, where a large crowd of humans were already starting their breakfast. The other patients of the institution, she assumed, curiously looking over a few bystanders, searching for even a vaguely familiar face while distractedly helping herself to the selection of muffins and cinnamon rolls, not even noticing what exactly she was putting on her tray. It didn't really matter. She'd never needed to eat before, as it was unnecessary for an artificial interface to ingest sustenance as humans did.

Only...she was as human now, wasn't she? As if on cue, Ryoko felt her stomach emit a disturbing growl, and was surprised to find herself feeling...hungry. She'd never felt hungry before. And for some reason her face was heating up, as well, with another emotion--embarrassment, that was it. Why was she feeling embarrassed? Organic gastric systems commonly underwent regular peristalsis that often produced odd sounds as a result, but why did the human body feel the need to feel ashamed of such an involuntary action?

Humans were disturbing.

"Ah, Miss Sharp," her nurse said brightly upon seeing Ryoko finish piling up her plate. "You're in luck, aren't you? I've just checked the roster--I didn't know you and Mr. Worthing used to go to the same high school. It's such a coincidence, isn't it?"

Who? Ryoko wanted to ask, but just smiled blandly in response. The woman beamed back at her and took her hand before walking briskly over to a more secluded corner, where a brown-haired boy was sitting alone. "It's a good thing, though, that Jack has been here for the past five days. You've already got a friend here, and he could show you around the area and everything--"

But Ryoko wasn't really listening at the moment. Her eyes had fixed on 'Jack'.

Kyon. Momentarily overcome with surprise, she was nevertheless quick to recover; her lips curled into a rather crooked smile as she set the tray down upon the table and sat down on the seat opposite her old classmate. She didn't even notice her nurse's departure.

"Fancy seeing you here, Kyon-kun."

[haiiro-no-chou.livejournal.com]

Rukia awoke with a violent start, thrashing about for a moment beneath the sheets before she realized how much moving hurt. Strangling a cry of pain, she collapsed back onto the bed.

Everything hurt. Everything hurt, and now that she was more awake, Rukia also noticed that she was incredibly nauseous and still a little woozy. The ceiling wasn't quite stationary, floating there above her.

The last thing she remembered was fighting that huge scorpion thing on the way back to her own room. By herself, because she just couldn't stand to be around other people, feeling useless. Even Hanatarou, who was always picked on for being such a weakling, was a thousand times more effective than she was. Just thinking such a callous thought made Rukia want to roll over and go back to sleep. Anything to get away from herself.

No such luck, though. The doorknob rattled with the sound of keys, and Rukia at least had the presence of mind to slip her katana under the mattress. She scowled as the same nurse who greeted her every morning came bustling into the room, admonishing 'Shiori" for being so careless and tripping on a tool that had been left out by the gardening shed. Another silly lie; Ruki hadn't even been outside, save for one visit to the courtyard, and the trip to Doyleton.

She remained silent, though, as the nurse explained that she would be wheelchair-bound for the next day or so. Having lost some toes and all...

"What??" Eyes going wide, Rukia sat up (though it hurt more than she was prepared for) to inspect her right foot. It was too bandaged to tell much of anything. Still, she prodded at the bandages (also painful), feeling for toes that were no longer there. "What?" she said again, her voice weak this time. She'd gotten her toes - part of her body - chopped off by some pathetic bug! All because she was too weak to defend herself!

Smiling sympathetically, the nurse patted Rukia gently on the shoulder, and managed to get her into the wheelchair. Rukia didn't fight it, but she also wasn't very helpful; she sat there, staring sullenly at her foot as the nurse wheeled her into the cafeteria and scurried off to get some food.

Rukia didn't even bother to give the tray of food a hateful glance when the nurse returned. Whatever the woman said was also ignored. Rukia didn't want to be there. Didn't want everyone to see how humiliated she felt. Crossing her arms, she sunk down into the chair, hoping that no one would notice her.

[not-rly-fai.livejournal.com]

Yuuhi woke up slowly, his face down in the pillow, same as he always slept, though it felt like he'd only been there a few minutes, rather than the entire night. He was dressed in the usual Landel's attire and any shallow cuts he might have had were healed by morning, if they'd truly been there in the first place.

"Robin," the nurse called, and he pushed himself out of bed, giving her a weak smile. That was right. He had to concentrate on getting better. Remembering the things that were real. He followed her, though he felt exhausted.

It wasn't until he was half-way through the breakfast line that he noticed the dark-haired man sitting across the room. The man who wasn't supposed to be there, who wasn't supposed to exist outside of his nightmares and fantasies. The night was something else entirely, but now he was seeing things in the day as well?!

Not bothering with the logic of it, his eyes searched the room for a new target. The shinigami. They could tell the difference! They knew what was real and what wasn't, didn't they?! He didn't dare bother Renji-bear and he didn't see Momo anywhere... but his eyes fell on Rukia. She didn't look well, but... but... he had to know.

Leaving his tray behind, he hurried to the girl, hoping he hadn't been spotted already. "Mi-miss Rukia," he said, not quite sitting down, leaning forward on the table and trying to keep his hands from shaking. "Please, I... I have a favor to ask."

[not-rly-fai.livejournal.com]

[[from above]]

The room didn't feel nearly big enough. He didn't dare face Kurogane now, nor any of the shinigami. He just wished to be left alone and hope that maybe... maybe he'd be able to make sense of the mess his mind was in. He leaned forward over the table, laying his head in his arms, face-down.

[simpleastherain.livejournal.com]

Orihime was growing accustomed to waking up suddenly in her bed. The nurse led her out into the cafeteria where she picked up a couple of large cinnamon rolls, fruit and yogurt for a light breakfast.

The cafeteria was crowded by the time she left the line with her tray. Orihime wondered over to the first clear table but she hesitated over setting her tray down. It was hard to tell if the man there was sleeping or tired or if he wanted some time to himself. "Excuse me..do you mind if I sit here?"

[[Will delete if Fai wants to be by himself/you've got other plans. :3]]

[rope-victim.livejournal.com]

When Miku awoke, she didn't really want to. The constant needling of the tattoos on her face and hands had dulled with morning, but the desire for more sleep had not. Still, as tired as she was, it didn't stop her from putting on a sleepy show for the nurse. There was quiet elation that while Miku could almost see the shifting tattoos, her nurse could not. Thank God for little favors.

"Oh, Alice," she chuckled. "What am I going to do with you?" The nineteen-year-old shrugged slightly as she was lead in to get food. The weight of the tray made her wince, like pressing a bruise over and over. But at least she had food on it, even if she had not appetite.

Once Miku sat down, her head drooped. If she could just sleep, sleep forever like the little girls bade, Miku was sure she'd feel better.

But, Sousuke! Alfons! Ritsuka! If they caught her like this, they'd just worry. Miku lifted her head with some effort and set to picking apart her muffin.

[sword-and-demon.livejournal.com]

There was little Sparda could do to look for Lady Emma during the day but put up a bulletin post and try to locate her at breakfast. She had not appeared at the location he had at, and Sparda had not left that spot the entire night.

It made him worried, but he knew that dwelling on such things was counterproductive.

He stopped next to a tired looking young woman, standing next to her table. "Good morning."

[moon-brained.livejournal.com]

Usagi woke up for the first time in a couple of nights without any new injuries AND she was even on time for breakfast, two things that put her in a fabulous mood. She tried to pay attention to what that jerk doctor said that morning, even though she didn't understand much besides "new patients". That dampened her high spirits a bit. Do they replace people who disappeared? she wondered, thinking of Naruto and how he was still missing...

Once in the crowded cafeteria Usagi grabbed two muffins and some juice before plopping down at an empty table to wait for Ami and the general. This was going to be an interesting breakfast.

[vessavana.livejournal.com]

"...what a paltry excuse for food", Kunzite muttered angrily, passing over the sweetened muffins in favor of a more bread-like substance - "Whole Grain Muffin", the sign above the four he took proclaimed - and in lieu of wine or beer, he took a bottle of water. "Bad enough that I'm forced awake at a specific hour, unable to even mete out the proper response to such a transgression, but to do so under these conditions is utter appalling..."

With a particularly loud clang, the warrior let fall his tray in front of Usagi, barely acknowledging her as he sat down to bite methodically on his food. What an odd sensation, he thought, to be so calm and collected in front of one of my most hated enemies...but under the current circumstances, I don't have much of an option, as it seems the workers they have trained for this facility would quickly dispel any attempts at confrontation between inmates. He drank from his bottle to wash down the particularly unappealing muffin, then grunted angrily in Usagi's direction.

"I suppose we await Sailor Mercury as well this morning?" he asked, somewhat uninterested but still eager to know more about this place, and if he had to wait on his former underling for that - even if it WAS some alternate version of her - then so be it...

[on-my-face.livejournal.com]

[Open to play with.]

One minute Zuko was getting ready to fight, but the next thing he knew he was in his room again and a weird, disembodied voice was telling him it was time for breakfast. The prince leaped out of bed, but before he could get to the door a woman in strange clothing was suddenly standing in the open doorway.

"Come now Mr. Chen, you don't want to miss breakfast," she said to him with a polite but no nonsense attitude. Zuko glared at her and opened his mouth--

"I'll take no lip from you, Mr. Chen!" she scowled at him. "I'm your nurse and you'll do as you're told-- I have no problem calling the boys over here to restrain you if you're going to be a nuisance!"

--Zuko shut his mouth and before he knew it the woman had already dropped him off at the cafeteria and disappeared. "Women are nuts..." he grumbled to himself, red with anger and embarrassment from the encounter. He didn't even get a chance to get any information out of her!

The smell of food eventually pulled Zuko out of his mini-tantrum, and he found himself absently grabbing some funny smelling bread and juice before sitting down. The cafeteria was crowded, last night hadn't given him a good sense of how many prisoners Landel's held. He wondered what happened to Sanosuke and Kenshin, despite the abrupt ending he was sure that meeting them wasn't a dream...

[icy-demise.livejournal.com]

Last night hadn't been too bad, they had taken down a large creature, and HK appeared to be in one piece, though his arm was heavily bandaged. Realizing that going near him would mean being yelled at, SubZero opted to sit with someone else instead, someone he didn't know.

He did, however, know where to go to find Landel now, so he would just have to gather up his fellow assassins and take them into the basement.

Grabbing a few muffins and some clear juice he sat down across from someone who hopefully wouldn't decide to rant at and insult him.

[zeus-incarnate.livejournal.com]

[[Free for anyone]]

It was surprising to find that the injuries in his hands hadn't completely healed up by morning, though they had been taken care of. The cuts inflicted by the creature last night and the subsequent stitching and bandaging made that hand slightly difficult to move.

That hand was also hurting much more than it had previously each time he moved his fingers. Well, he could go with one hand for the day, and while walking was also slightly painful, it seemed that the injuries there hadn't been as bad as they looked either.

For breakfast he grabbed several blueberry and banana muffins before sitting down. He would need to speak with Logan to find out what had happened last night with the rescue mission.

[heartofrevenge.livejournal.com]

This was some sort of magic Nakago was unaware of. It was the only conclusion Nakago could possibly come to, considering he had gone from Lust's room to waking up in another room entirely. He couldn't recall leaving her room and returning to the one he had woken up in, mind, but perhaps it had happened? No, he supposed he would have remembered something like that.

He had been escorted down here by some woman (a healer of some sort, so he supposed, considering she spoke of sedating him if he refused to cooperate) who had insisted upon calling him by a name he didn't recognize. At least she had gotten the "A" correct on his proper name, but the rest of it had made no sense to him whatsoever. He wasn't this "Arden Smith" she kept insisting he was, but Nakago. Ayuru would have even been acceptable, as well, if only to have some sort of familiarity present, but apparently the powers that be had other ideas.

There was also hardly any familiarity with the food he was eventually presented with, either, save for the fruit. At least they had the decency to have tea, although he counted that a small blessing. He wound up with an assortment of fruit, a strange smelling piece of bread, and a cup of tea before he took a seat at the first table he came across with an empty place. He paused, scanning about the room for either Mozenrath or Lust (the only two faces he knew). If he could find them, then, perhaps, he wouldn't feel so out of place in this room. However, his quick scan of the room left him unable to locate either of them, and thus he sat, eyeing the other occupant at the table for a moment.

"I hope you do not mind," Nakago said after a moment, taking the cup of tea in his hand. Well, whether the man minded or not, Nakago had no intention of moving now that he had settled down and had started in on his breakfast... such as it was.

[inb4crazy.livejournal.com]

Mion wasn't sure when she had woken up and when she had fallen to sleep. Everything was a blur right now... Her head was in considerably less pain than the night before, but to say it still didn't hurt some would be a lie. Still... What had happened last night? She had been taken, and then that doctor had... Mion closed her eyes tightly and ran her hand through her hair, found the missing spot of hair... Underneath that was cold steel that had been skull up until... a few hours ago? Who knew?

But now she could really focus. Forcing herself last night hopefully had led everyone to believe she was relatively okay... Which she was now, mentally anyway. Physically... she was doing better. No more of those sickening... thoughts. She'd been scared and tortured, it was understandable to think like that, right...? Mion's heart screamed "Hell no! You should never doubt your friends, no matter what! What kind of leader are you!?" at her.

Mion tried to move out of the bed. She felt weak, but... but at least no one would have to carry her around today. Good.

Arlene and Celes were adults. Adults she trusted just as equally as anyone else, but adults all the same. Celes was a general, to boot, and Arlene was... whatever Arlene was. On the other hand, Hanyuu was a child and Rena was one of her best friends. She wanted to both tell Rena about exactly what had happened... and keep it from her and pretend she was fine. The latter would do for now... and just as she decided that, the nurse walked in.

And so the day began as it seemed most days would begin here. She would be led to breakfast, she would eat, pointless daytime things would happen (she'd have to make them fun! maybe start up another club? It couldn't hurt to try, could it?), dinner would go, and then nightshift would come; then just rinse and repeat the previous steps until dead or insane. She smiled at little at that thought, grabbing a large quantity of yogurt for her morning meal. She didn't feel like having to chew anything right now. Selecting somewhere where she hopefully wouldn't be bothered (or was it so she stood out by herself and someone would come bother her?) and started to eat.

[quickdrawbkiddo.livejournal.com]

Beatrix was a little late getting up in the morning, the lingering thoughts of Mion and the panic of not knowing where her daughter was had trapped her in sleep longer than she'd wished. The ex-assassin did not speak to the nurse at all when she came on to collect her, the only thing keeping her from attacking the woman was the need to see Mion and her injuries under a better light.

The Bride scanned the cafeteria with cold, angry eyes. She saw Hanyuu and narrowed her eyes in irritation at the small girl, but would talk to Hanyuu later. The Bride decided she'd actually eat, feeling the raw grip of hunger in her gut after several days of not eating as well as being very distracted by the sight of Mion sitting by herself.

Beatrix picked up a bowl of cereal, a glass of orange juice and an apple before making her way directly to Mion's side. She set the tray down, her eyes automatically scanning the immediate area for possible threats against her ward, before sitting down. Her facial expression shifted to that of the concerned mother as she turned her eyes upon Mion.

"How are you feeling, honey?" she asked in soft warm voice, reaching her hand out to lightly comb her fingers through Mion's green hair.

[enigmaticmedium.livejournal.com]

Xelloss been slow to awake, and in all honesty, for the first time he'd felt anxious enough (anxious?!) that he wasn't entirely hungry. The fact that the building was still standing was either a good or bad sign, depending on one's perspective. He'd stared out over the now-crowded cafeteria, trying to find any sign of an unfortunately rather small body in the masses, when...

When the princess of Saillune unexpectedly came to the rescue by being twice as obvious as the sun, pointing right at what appeared to be a somewhat pale but otherwise healthy Hellmaster.

Goodness, this was going to take cleaning up. But... Hellmaster seemed healthy, the Princess was nothing if not survivable... Xelloss took some cinnamon rolls and tiptoed towards a corner, standing out a bit in his "effort" to stay hidden for his own amusement, since he really hadn't gotten the chance to amuse himself much lately and the arrival of that individual promised a mixture of amusement and irritation that could not be avoided.

Well, at least she wasn't fainting.

[i-slay-giants.livejournal.com]

Jack once again woke up in his room and went through all the morning actions that he went through almost every morning. This was becoming almost routine, he noted glumly. Helping himself to heaping portions of the daily food offerings, the Fable sidled up to a new face and attempted to start the day off with some amicable chatter. It did help that his mood had been lightened a bit last night by the other Jack's gift (a dirty mag was always welcome), but he had hoped for a bit more than just that. Still, it was a new day and he was damn sure going to find where his key went that night.

"Hey there, buddy," he smirked, taking his seat. "How's it going?"

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

[feel free to bother!]

TK tried to put together an actually nutritious breakfast out of the sugary mess that was being offered as food, still quite surprised as to how the night had went. He'd actually gotten the nonsensical riddle from the sphinx right. He really hadn't been expecting that to happen.

He sat down by himself, eating with just a little bit less of his normal haste.

[queenpeacecraft.livejournal.com]

Relena had been lazy and, one might argue, selfish lately, but she was determined to change that. She dressed and cleaned up as best she could with her limited resources, then sat on her bed, journal on her lap, to wait for the inevitable nurse to pick her up.

Thankfully, she didn't have to wait long. Following the nurse out of the room, something didn't seem right. The end of the hall was further away now. Everything else had stayed the same...even where she had hidden her journal. It disturbed her as much as it concerned her.

The cafeteria was half-full when she arrived, grabbing a muffin and some yogurt for breakfast, along with her usual juice. Choosing a seat by herself, she opened her journal and began to sketch out some ideas. She couldn't see Duo or Quatre missing breakfast unless they were injured.

Hopefully, that wouldn't be the case.

[kaerutokoro.livejournal.com]

A million and one thoughts were scrambling in a select corner of her brain this morning, but Rena did not want to deal with them. Not yet anyway. Instead, she focused on accomplishing the one unfinished task from last night: she had to ensure Mion was all right.

Her nurse, unfortunately, had not been very cooperative. They had a spat on the way to breakfast, resulting in a foul mood on Rena's part. It concerned something relatively minor (showers, actually), but the damage had been done and punishment was dealt. The woman parked her into the closest empty seat as soon as they reached the cafeteria, preventing the girl from looking for her green-haired friend.

Although she hated to admit it, the nurse was quite correct in her actions; Rena had to calm down. Her anger was pointless in the presence of a friend. It most definitely would not help with Mion's injury. She needed to work on pushing them aside, and breakfast was the perfect time to bring back the "Hau~" Rena.

And that's what she did. As another nurse brought over her breakfast tray, the girl began to mouth a series of "Hau, hau, hau..." They lacked the usual spontaneity and the carefree taste, but they did make her feel better. Kind of.

[prisonerofdeath.livejournal.com]

Fox felt slightly more human this morning, and he was glad that he hadn't just spent the entire night running around fighting for the sake of it. For the sake of not wanting to think.

He had no answers about what happened to Snake, still, but there were only two ways to find out what happened, really. Either wait for a brainwashed Snake to visit him or...

No, the second one wasn't an option. He forced himself to grab a pair of muffins and some milk before sitting down, not particularly hungry but eating out of trained habit.

[lost-metal.livejournal.com]

They'd met him! They'd really actually met him! It kind of felt more like they'd acheived something last night than in all the nights that Ed had been making weaponry. And he seemed like a nice enough guy too, someone that Ed could agree to work with.

But now there was breakfast. At least Adel didn't seem in as bad shape as he had been last night which was a relief. He filled a plate with as much food as he could carry and then looked around for a seat before his gaze finally lit upon Fox. They'd been seperated before Ed had been able to say much yesterday, so he'd go and check now.

He set his tray down on the table next to the older man and settled on the seat, looking up at him with concern. "Hey."

[foughtthepower.livejournal.com]

And now Kittan... Where the hell did Vlad go? One minute he was talking to his new companion, and now he was in a crappy bed in some weird room, with lights to boot? Had he just passed out randomly or something? Again?

"Good morning, Charlie!" Kittan ignored the woman at first, aside from giving her an appreciative look and then glancing over to the other side of the room. There was another bed, maybe that was who she meant. ... And then she walked over to him and things kind of snowballed.

"Eh? Oi, lady, I'm Kittan - not Charlie. You got the wrong guy."

"Oh no, you're Charlie Brown! And it's time for breakfast, so you'd better hurry," the nurse - so this place did have those - smiled sweetly at him and guestured for the door. "Now if you'd just come this way..."

"Tell me where the hell I am first."

"Why, you're at Landel's! It's the best mental institution in the entire country, and you'll be in the best hands. Now will you please come with me?"

Okay... That was bull. But... she was pretty, and for the moment there was no immediate danger, so he'd let it go. Plus he was hungry. So that being the case, Kittan was led away to a cafeteria filled with... people? And not one person seemed to be worried about anything, not that he could tell right now away. He got his food, sat down, and began to eat like the rest of them. Peacefully, mostly quietly, and...

... Screw that. Vlad didn't help him any last night, and he really wanted to know what the hell was going on. So, pushing his food across the table, Kittan stepped up on it and cupped his hands around his mouth, letting out a yell as loud as he could muster.

"OKAY! WHO THE HELL CAN TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK THIS IS AND JUST WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE MOON!?"

There. That would get his point across right?

[ex-northswai344.livejournal.com]

Ashe would never get used to the odd sensation of waking up in her bed when she'd been conversing, quite awake, moments before. It felt almost as though it should have been a dream, but the truth of the matter was that it hadn't been. It never would be a dream, and the princess wasn't entirely certain that she would've wanted it that way. With a fight, fruitless as it might seem, at least there was the sense of a struggle, a reason to continue to exist with even the smallest shred of hope to cling to. Dalmasca needed her, and she would not stop fighting so long as she a duty to fulfill.

As she entered the cafeteria and retrieved some muffins and juice for her morning meal, Ashe couldn't help but notice the rather loud, young man standing atop a table and shouting at the top of his lungs. She knew she shouldn't involve herself with such people; the loud, abrasive types always tended to land themselves in the most trouble, but if anything the princess felt the need to attempt some manner of reason before he got himself sedated. As she walked past the table, Ashe stopped for a moment, looking up at the fool as she hissed,

"Do not be an idiot. If you will cease making such a scene, I shall do my best to answer your questions." How had she become the official greeter of the newcomers anyhow?

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

The morning came so abruptly after... after their victory that Armand lay still reviewing it in his mind. He was astounded. They'd made it to the basement and... won something from the sphinx. He checked his hands and the closet to see if he had it. That it wasn't there vaguely worried him. Citan or TK could easily have it though. So he tried not to worry. He'd try to make sure it really happened later.

He had only just closed the closet nurse when his nurse arrived to take him to breakfast. Armand grabbed his journal and a pen and followed her without complaint. During the day, his other worries were very large, but the victory bolstered his confidence.

Once in the cafeteria, the menu looked appetizing as well. Armand chose several muffins and juice. He still longed for tea in the mornings. Then he found a seat at a crowded table.

[never-learns.livejournal.com]

There was a faintly sick feeling coiling in Yohji's stomach when he woke the next morning and it took a lot of coaxing from the nurse to even make him get up. Dammit, Cliff. What the hell had he been thinking? Talking like he was going to disappear. What had happened to his usual confident bravado?

Maybe it should have been more along the lines of 'Dammit, Yohji', because he'd gone and done it again. At least it looked like his tattoo would always be appropriately worded.

He let the nurse fill his plate, even though he didn't feel like eating, and took it over to a table which had an empty seat but was busy enough that he doubted any of the others would be able to see him.

He glanced up at the man sitting next to him. "Mind if I sit?"

[ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com]

Bug him if you wish!

Once again, Logan had out-slept the Spider, who was nowhere to be seen when he finally groggily sat up. It was strange this time however, he'd hardly exerted himself at all the night before for once. But they still hadn't quite made it to their objective. True, they'd gotten the boy to relative safety, but he would have ideally liked to have gotten inside M35, if only to find out what their capacity for aiding others was. If he was going to be finding himself going on search-and-rescue missions on a regular basis, he'd do well to find out how frequently he could bring the injured there, and how many they could take at any given time.

As per usual, Logan's nurse came to collect him and he half-listened to Landel's cheery tone on the intercom as he continued to harbour dark thoughts regarding that man. Following the nurse to the cafeteria, he was led up to the food counter as usual and left to fend for himself. He looked with some disdain at the morning's breakfast selection; all he really wanted was some bacon. An' a goddamn cigar. Instead he grabbed a couple of muffins and some juice, and took a seat alone to think, keeping an eye on Cole in case his conversation ended.

[son-ofkrypton.livejournal.com]

[Okay if I crash? :3]

The nurse escorting him to the cafeteria was outright scolding him. "If you keep sleeping late, you'll end up missing breakfast, Kal."

Clark was aware of mumbling an apology, but he didn't say much else to the nurse. She seemed to genuinely care about what he did, even if she was a bit on the naggy side, and he just didn't have it in him to fight with her. What was the point? She probably really did think he was crazy, that he needed the help Lex said he was here for. The only people who seemed ready to believe that none of that was true was his fellow patients.

Not exactly encouraging...

Since he'd "woken" up late (funny, he didn't feel like he'd gotten any sleep), there wasn't many places to sit down. Conversation buzzed in the cafeteria, and he could only see a sea of heads. No faces he could recognize. The nurse saw to it that he was given a full tray of food and steered into one of the remaining spaces, seating Clark across from an older patient.

Clark couldn't help staring for a second. It wasn't the fact that he was short that surprised him, not when Clark was used to just towering over everyone in his school to begin with. He was...he was really hairy. And he had this look like he could stomp all over the football team just for kicks. Clark had a feeling he didn't want to get on this patient's bad side.

[charredashes.livejournal.com]

"Dammit!" For not the first time since arriving in this hospital, that was the first word out of Asch's mouth once he woke up. It seemed nightshift always ended at the wrong time, but last night had been...

Last night had been hectic, even by Landel's standards.

Even so, Asch had enough of a mind to stow the knife away before a nurse arrived to whisk him to breakfast. She made a few comments along the way, as she always did, but he was too preoccupied with watching the people they passed to pay attention. (Not that he ever did pay much attention to her, anyway.)

He hadn't seen any familiar faces along the way, but the cafeteria was crowded by the time the God-General arrived. There were more important things then food on his mind, and for once the damned nurse decided to leave him be instead of nagging him until he finally got some food. That was likely a good thing too, considering Asch wasn't sure he'd be able to take that womans chatter today.

The redhead spent a moment looking over the room, searching for either his replica, Guy, or Claude. Unable to see any of them, he swore under his breath and made his way to a table. Rather than sitting down though, Asch simply leaned against it as he watched the door.

[full-score.livejournal.com]

Claude had actually slept through Asch's cursing, though once his eyes opened, he promptly bolted out of bed. There was no reason for him not to be used to this by now -- and in some ways, he already was. But it was still pretty damn jarring to be in the middle of a rescue mission, only to black out in the middle of it. Anything could have happened from the time he'd led the others out into the hall and now. Maybe something had happened, and he just didn't remember it.

It looked like Asch had already been taken from the room -- that is, if he'd made it back in the first place.

Now don't go thinking like that, Claude, the blond told himself with a frown. I'm sure everyone's just fine. They have to be.

It didn't take long for his nurse to show up and lead him to the cafeteria. As hungry as Claude was, he could barely pay attention to what it was he was putting on his tray. He was too preoccupied with trying to scout out Asch, Guy or Luke from the crowd. Was it just him, or were there more unfamiliar faces than he remembered? Had they brought in a new batch of captors? His grip tightened on his tray at the thought, but he managed to make himself stay focused on the task at hand.

He breathed a heavy sigh of relief once he caught sight of Asch's long, red hair, and he immediately made his way over to his roommate. As soon as he set his tray down, he decided to skip any formalities and quickly asked, "The others?!"

[uruz-vii.livejournal.com]

Sousuke was getting used to the ceiling, but he still scowled at it. He didn't like large gaps in his memory, not at all. Where was Miku, first of all?

As his nurse escorted him to breakfast, he was noticeably more distant and submissive than usual. The nurse had brought a syringe, just in case, but Akihiro had been sitting on his bed quietly waiting. Not even a salute. Well, perhaps that was for the best.

He noticed Miku come into the cafeteria, and a small sigh of relief escaped him. She was okay, and her marks were gone. Sousuke hadn't checked his, but his nurse hadn't screamed in horror, so he figured that it wasn't an issue.

He hunched over his muffin, head in his hands. Kaname wasn't here, according to the radio man. His word wasn't enough, though. Now that Sousuke was armed, his next priority was Kaname--he needed to find her before they got what they wanted out of her and disposed of the rest. The thought made him angry. Angry enough to bend the spoon to his cereal to a ninety degree angle. The sergeant dropped the twisted metal and sighed. He needed answers.

[i-promised.livejournal.com]

(ooc: May I? I can scat if you're waiting for someone~)

"Don't like spoons much?" Zoro asked, quietly taking the seat across Sousuke. He didn't know what the matter was-- nor did he really care-- but his crew mates were all off doing their own thing and the sight of the familiar face reminded him that he had a few small debts to settle. It had gone by quickly but the boy had helped him during his first night; Zoro could try to be pleasant, maybe see if there was anything Sousuke needed in return.

Biting into a random muffin (banana...?) the pirate looked more sleepy than attentive but any fighter worth his spit would notice the veiled interest Zoro wasn't trying too hard to hide.