Day 30: Staff, Morning

[damned-nurses.livejournal.com]

Burly orderlies and agile Calm Effect nurses flooded the cafeteria from the Courtyard while regular hall nurses filed in from the Sun Room and ushered out those not involved in the rebellion. It indeed seemed as if Landel was sending out all the cavalry, and an effective cavalry they were: The riot didn't continue for much longer after the alarm sounded, though it seemed strange just how quickly all of the mutinous patients fell, even the ones who hadn't been injected with anything.

The hall nurses were quick to escort their well-behaved charges back to their rooms, praising those who hadn't joined in and chiding those who muttered under their breath in response. There were some exceptions, of course: One nice young man had even defended one of the nurses from the violent patients! Now, wasn't that exemplary behavior? Dr. Landel would be so proud to hear about it...

Within half an hour, all of the so-called "loyal" patients had been safely deposited in their rooms, and it was then that the alarm finally stopped and the true difficulty of the situation was tackled. There certainly weren't enough rooms in solitary to accommodate such rampant disobedience, and yet measures would have to be taken to ensure proper consequences for each and every patient involved. After all, something like this couldn't be allowed to happen again!

Different options were considered. Perhaps they should make an example out of the girl who had sparked the riot, but then again, perhaps not. This certainly wasn't the first case of patients attacking nurses or their peers in a crowded area, but what had been different this time was the sheer support that the other patients had shown for her. Should the staff then make examples of all those who had tried to "protect" her from the well-meaning nurses? No, there were too many for that...

In the end, it was decided that the best immediate solution would be to treat the rebellious patients in the Medical Wing while they were unconscious and then move them back to their rooms to await punishment. To ensure the safety of both their roommates and the patients themselves, however, the staff decided to securely fasten their limbs to their beds and keep them heavily drugged. Such a sad sight they were to see, but... it was necessary.

Finally, when each and every patient had been escorted back to their respective rooms, the staff hurried off to an emergency meeting upstairs. Strangely, Head Nurse Lydia was the one taking care of the proceedings in the Head Doctor's stead. She calmly told them that he was preoccupied with more urgent matters, and as she began to speak to the crowd, the staff could only wonder what could possibly be more important than an unprecedented patient riot...

[ Comment to this post with separate threads for each patient room, and please put your character's room number in the subject line. Thank you! ]

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F32

[simpleastherain.livejournal.com]

Orihime was escorted back to her room, and though the nurse was being cheerful and encouraging about her behavior she said nothing in response, trying to puzzle out her feelings instead. The riot had died down quickly enough and it looked like neither side had taken any serious injuries but one part of it still troubled her. How would the other patients feel once they were allowed back outside? Would they be happy that they'd gotten the chance to fight, or would they feel overwhelmed by the odds stacked against them, or would they be driven to become stronger and overcome those odds?

There would be repercussions from the staff too but she wasn't nearly so worried about those. It was more important that the others didn't feel defeated by this. She knew at least a few who wouldn't.

She shifted back on the bed to lean against the wall and draw her knees up. There were other things on her mind too. On her first night, she'd been too relived at how different this place was compared to Hueco Mundo and after that she'd always come in after Tear. They were just getting to know each other but the other girl's presence was enough to fill the room.

Now, she looked around at clean, empty space and felt like a stranger. For now, this was home and after that it would be back to Hueco Mundo or into a long, bloody war. The Karakura she'd been so happy to describe seemed a long way off.

Truly alone for the first time in a long while, Orihime pressed her forehead against her knees and let herself cry.

M25

[notmyfather.livejournal.com]

So much for taking advantage of the situation. As soon as Valyn had begun explaining his reasoning to Shana, the nurses had gained the upper hand and they were all taken back to their rooms.

And Shana was mostly likely left thinking he was a heartless donkey. He hadn't been advocating abandoning anyone, but it was clear joining the fight would do no good. If they could have accomplished something....

Hopefully he'd have a chance to explain things to her later. They'd done relatively well in managing to spend an entire shift together without a fight. They'd argued a bit, and he knew he'd offended her by accident, but they hadn't actually had a fight.

Maybe now he'd get that nap he'd been mentioning. He stretched out on his bed, hands behind his head, and hoped Shadow and Keman had stayed out of the whole fiasco....

M35

[the-clown-king.livejournal.com]

Oh no!

Tamaki was in quite a state was he was taken back to his room. He hoped Mello-kun would be alright, and Ed...oh, Ed had been fighting! And he'd seen what happened to people who'd been involved....

He couldn't help but be a bit of a mess when was returned to his room. He began pacing, quickly, wondering how long it would before he could check in on his friends. He was rather certain the twins wouldn't get involved, and....

He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. There were certain things he was trying very hard not to think about. Not now. Because he wasn't foolish and he wasn't naive, and he did notice things. And he noticed when people weren't there anymore. At least, people he saw and spoke to every day. People he worried about.

Too many bad things were happening too close together. When was it going to stop?

Re: M35

[forgot-it-all.livejournal.com]

The shuffle off to the dorms had been hectic and Ritsuka's nurse wasn't exactly pleased at how uncooperative her charge was being. Ritsuka hadn't wanted to be separated from Soubi, nor had he wanted to leave the cafeteria when he didn't know if his friends were safe. Apparently she didn't think it was healthy that he hung out with someone so much older than him. He just told her it was none of her business in not so polite terms and now she was sour with him.

Led back to his room, he was surprised to see Tamaki already inside. It'd been awhile since they'd actually talked - either he or Tamaki had been out for dinner or they just never had the time. Standing by the door, he watched as the tall blond paced back and forth and frowned. "What's wrong?"

Re: M35

[the-clown-king.livejournal.com]

"Oh, Ritsuka-kun!" Tamaki paused and offered the other boy a tired smile. "It's nothing, I'm just worried about my boyfriend. He was... well, he was a part of that whole awful mess in the cafeteria! And I met a very nice new friend, but he was sick, and I just hope he's alright."

There were other things, but nothing he wanted to talk about. Though... maybe Ritsuka would understand. He'd lost his brother here, after all.

"And... no, I shouldn't trouble you with my little problems. I'm just worried, that's all."

M37

[rubbermancan.livejournal.com]

Luffy wasn't sure how much time had passed since he'd been running for the cafeteria doors with Usopp. It was such a hazy memory, that it could have been a long time ago. Right now, his senses were muted, like a giant, heavy blanket had been tossed over him. A giant, heavy, warm blanket that just got better if he let himself sink back into the bedding and drift away...

He didn't even bother to check if Kyon was in there with him. In fact, he didn't even really move, so he didn't realize he was bound in place. Instead, he let his eyelids relax completely, and he began to doze off once more.

M37

[bored-narrator.livejournal.com]

Kyon was ushered back into his room by his usual nurse, telling him how glad she was that he didn't get pulled into the fight. She went on about the naughty patients and what could or should be their punishments. Kyon tuned her out, but appeared to listen.

Once he was in his room again, his nurse 'tsked' at Luffy strapped to the bed and then left.

Kyon walked over to him and asked, "Luffy?" He looked pretty drugged. He must have decided to jump in the fight. Kyon hoped he was at least alright save for the sedation.

M37

[rubbermancan.livejournal.com]

The pirate was faintly aware of someone walking into the room, and for a slow, sleepy moment, he thought maybe it was someone from his crew coming to get him up for lunch.

But then he heard the newcomer's voice and realized it was his roommate. Luffy blearily opened his eyes, and stared up at the other boy. He couldn't help but squint a little, though. Was it just him, or was it kinda bright in there?

"'Sup," he mumbled. "...Did we win?"

M32

[i-slay-giants.livejournal.com]

By all accounts, Jack Horner should have entered into the fray when it started in the cafeteria. He was eager to leave and it seemed his style to do such a thing. However, the very nature of the riot hadn't matched up with his notion of how such a thing should have been handled so instead he waited patiently and allowed himself to be led to his room.

Amateurs.

Well, no matter. He'd let them screw up their riots and catch the guards by surprise when his went off SUCCESSFULLY. Until then, he'd bide his time and maybe make small talk with the roomie.

Re: M32

[no-side-effects.livejournal.com]

Just when Wesker finally had some good news a man had shown up claiming to be Claire's father. She hadn't recognized him, and as far as he knew there was no one to corroborate his story, so there was a good chance Wesker could maintain control of her.

The riot had been interesting, but getting involved in something like that was just not Wesker's style. If anyone needed to be punched, it should have been that impostor.

Wesker was quiet and thoughtful as he was lead back to his room, not particularly looking forward to spending time with his roommate but willing to put up with him.

Re: M32

[i-slay-giants.livejournal.com]

The Fable smirked as Wesker arrived in the room. "Howdy!" He waved to the other as friendly and as cheery as could be. "And how have you been doing, buddy? Keeping yourself out of trouble?"

M14

[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

Javert ignored his nurse's praises as he was led back to his room. Was it really such a surprise that he'd chosen to sit out the riot? It was patently obvious that such an effort would be ultimately futile. It was a waste of time and energy that could have been better spent planning for something that would actually work.

And he'd seen both St. Just and Trevelyan in the thick of it - St. Just especially, standing on a table and shouting. Trying to emulate that cousin of his, perhaps? Hah. Just how had Javert ended up with people like those?

He took out the book Sohma had given him again and began to read. There wasn't much else he could do at the moment.

M83

[spirit-forge.livejournal.com]

Archer was escorted back to his room by Bertha, the ex-female prison guard. The angel from this morning was nowhere in sight. He sighed. As the door slammed shut with the gentleness expected of his warden, he could hear the lock turn and sealing him in.

A quick glance told him what his diminished magical senses already knew, he was alone. Apparently his roommate hadn't returned yet. Initially, he wasn't that excited about having to share breathing space in this small prison cell, but now he wondered if his roommate could provide valuable intel. Maybe the guy would be worth something after all.

He thought back to cafeteria. Just as he had been conversing with Hisoka that woman had to go all batshit crazy and attacked the staff. Naturally, the fool had been restricted and sedated. That was really inconsiderate of her. She could have at least waited until he was done gathering intel.

Absentmindedly, Archer wondered what would happen if he were to start a ruckus. He hadn't tried out his powers yet, for all he knew the same would happen to him.

Instead of lazing around Archer decided with this train of thought to exercise. He needed to get a good idea of what his reduced capacity was like, otherwise it would be dangerous when it came time to battle. As such, he settled down into the appropriate stance, foregoing the salutaions, and went through a fairly difficult kata. The room was small so he'd have to watch out for that, while practicing.

Re: M83

[sword-and-demon.livejournal.com]

The riot in the cafeteria had ended poorly for the patients, as Sparda suspected it would. During the day he felt even less in touch with his demonic power than he did at night.

He had not seen Lady Emma enter the cafeteria at all, though he might well have missed her in all the chaos.

Sparda was surprised to find that he had a new room mate. One who apparently knew how to fight, and who would hopefully be less difficult to deal with than the last one had been.

"Good morning," He greeted, smiling politely at the man.

M72

[i-promised.livejournal.com]

Whoever was handling the damn alarm had certainly taken their time turning it off. By the time he'd gotten back to his room, Zoro had already placed himself in a zen-like state of irritation and had to forcibly unclench his teeth after catching sight of the picture he'd placed on the table the night before.

He removed it from its place underneath the health drink and took some time to observe the people in the photograph.

Stupid. Zoro thought, tucking it into the waistband of his pants instead of crumpling it like he'd wanted to; it would take just a while longer to verify the picture. Then he'd throw it.

Realizing that it had been days since he'd seen the one originally assumed to be his roommate, the pirate calmly figured that the man might have already died or disappeared, like he and Sanji had supposedly done.

Nothing could be done of this, however, so Zoro didn't bother dwelling on it. Instead, he got straight to training. Having to resort to push-ups as nothing in the room would have made a suitable weight, Zoro quickly started count.

1... 2... 3... 4...

[get.livejournal.com]

In the aftermath of the riot Simon had been hastily shuffled out of the cafeteria and back to his room, accompanied by a nurse who kept reminding him over and over again how smart he was for not have gotten involved in the fighting (it wasn’t that he was smart, just preoccupied). He would have objected had he not been distracted by the sound of the alarm, and so simply went along quietly.

Once inside the room, however, he made a move to turn around only to be met with the click of the door being closed in his face. After an attempt to open it again revealed that it was locked he turned to walk over and sit down on the bed, only to stop after noticing something he’d somehow missed previously: there was another man here, doing… push-ups? Well, he couldn’t say it was the strangest thing he’d seen here, but…

The man looked like he was trying to concentrate, but Simon just couldn’t hold in the urge to say something;

“Hello?”

M36

[her-lion.livejournal.com]

Augh. There wasn't a much better word to describe how he felt right now. Staying unconcious would have been much more blissful, if his head wasn't already pounding with every little thing he had done wrong, every failure, and every little piece of skin of a certain girl he was worried sick about.

Ah - right. Make it two girls, this time.

Sound came in the form of a very rude awakening: an ear-splitting siren that sounded like it came from his own shoulder, making him sit up hard on his cot, already crushing a hand around the lump of bandages at his breast. He could see a splash of fresh red on the bandages, and for once, the vampire wasn't so surprised at the state of his body. His flesh was still cold and hard, but not like a diamond. More like a softer version of a corpse, but one with living blood.

Edward's first thought was that he didn't know how much blood his quasi-human body had lost, and that was bad. He could still feel the same sort of hunger, which prevented him from dreaming that he was human again. Which meant he'd need to feed even sooner than he previously would have had. And on solving that problem - still on square one.

He grimaced when he tumbled off the cot, a flash of pain seering through his chest. He slipped out of his shirt to see the wound up close - he couldn't remember the woman actually hitting him, but she had. And well. A perfectly round hole right below his heart, with the skin around it seered black.

It hurt like hell.

But being so thick-headed in certain matters, he bit back the pain and stumbled to the door, frowning at the lock. It was day, past morning - but the door was locked? He had just started getting used to the schedule - were they changing it on him already?

Re: M36

[undesirableone.livejournal.com]

Harry had spend the day sleeping as well. He hadn't wanted to wake up after seeing... them. He sat bolt upright as the sirens sounded and groped for his glasses. His roommate got to the door first, but it was locked.

"What's going on?" he asked, standing up. He got a better look at his roommate the second that his vision was less groggy. He cursed and then asked, "Are you okay?" He was frowning as he went up to the guy, to see if he could help. He didn't look so good.

F35

[navigating.livejournal.com]

So Luffy and Usopp had entered the fight too, had they?

Nami could only wonder what was going to happen; the man screaming over the wall-mounted Den Den Mushi had instructed that a 'failsafe' ought to be used. 'Emergency procedure.' 'Lockdown mode.' What would happen to her captain and her sniper? She hadn't gotten a good look at Sanji and Zoro, but knowing them they'd probably been taken away, too. Especially if Zoro had seen Luffy fighting and joined in. Sanji would probably enter the fray too once he'd seen Zoro fight, not one to be one-upped by his rival.

If all that were true.. Nami was the only one of her nakama not sedated right now. And it would figure, wouldn't it?

No, no, no. If escaping was to happen, it'd have to be during the nightshift. Never, ever the dayshift. Because.. a disaster like this would end up occuring.

After arriving in her room, she took a seat at the desk at the end of her bed and flipped open her journal, shaking her head. Nothing was going as planned.

Re: F35

[demon-beast.livejournal.com]

The fight had left Argilla's control more than a little frayed. There'd been blood and violence and both had called to the demon inside her, making its hunger known more savagely. She hadn't eaten more than a mouthful since she'd arrived here and now she doubted that bits of the cooked meat were going to satisfy it any longer. Roland had had to keep tight hold of her to prevent her from entering the fray and exposing them both there and then, and she'd been shaking as the nurse led her back to her room, the woman fussing over her and saying how scared she must have been! Foolish bitch! How blind could she be not to realise that Argilla was about a minute away from tearing out her throat.

She went to curl up on the bed as soon as she entered, squeezing her eyes shut and clenching her hands into fists, digging her nails into her palms in the hope that it would satisfy her bloodlust a little. As long as she was quiet she might manage to calm down enough to make it until nightshift.

M24

[human-sponge.livejournal.com]

With the sirens blaring and all the chaos going on, the trip from the cafeteria back to his room was a blur for Peter. His nurse had made a few comments, apparently trying to keep him calm, but Peter was still trying to puzzle through why the riot had started in the first place. Eddie hadn't seemed to know himself - but had it really been completely spontaneous?

He also didn't know what the rebelling patients had been trying to do. Maybe they had thought they could escape into the courtyard and get out from there somehow? But he had seen it last night, and there hadn't seemed to be any easy way to leave.

Before he knew it, he was back in the room - he knew it was the same one he had woken up in that morning, mainly because his roommate was still sleeping. Peter headed over to the bed and peered down at the man to make sure he was breathing - if his roommate had been dead somehow, that would have been pretty creepy, after all. And just a little traumatizing.

But his roommate was alive, which was definitely a plus. With a sigh, Peter turned back to his own bed and fell onto it, brushing his hair back as he thought over what had just happened. How long was he going to be stuck in this room, more or less on his own?

M43

[k4t4str0ph4l.livejournal.com]

Even Schuldig couldn't say, with absolute certainty, what the hell River had been thinking when she'd incited that riot - her thoughts were too chaotic sometimes to get a good read of. He couldn't say that he was happy about it, though. Entirely aside from disrupting his breakfast and quite possibly the whole day's schedule - if this meant he couldn't investigate the possibilities Yohji had suggested they explore in the showers, there'd be hell to pay - it had been futile from the start. And while River was just insane enough that being aware of that fact might not have mattered to her, he'd have expected those who followed suit to have a little more sense.

In a place that could pull people from any world it wanted, could bring people back from the dead to do so, that could change people and animals into horrific monsters every night and do hell alone knew what else - had anyone really thought that contingency plans for a riot weren't likely in place? Had anyone thought that during the day, when they were weakest and had no access to their usual weapons lest they be confiscated, that there was even a chance of winning against the united front of the staff?

And, more importantly, if no one had thought that, why had anyone bothered to fight? It was dayshift. Any sort of repercussions to River would be minimal, so trying to protect her was hardly worth the effort people had put forth(and had been futile in any case). Nothing was accomplished by it at all.

And, of course, it had to have happened on a day when there was an exceedingly sugary breakfast for Schuldig to partake of and a wound he wanted to nurse in peace. It just fucking figured.

M43

[braidless.livejournal.com]

Obi-Wan was faintly frowning as his nurse escorted him back to his room. She seemed to think that today's violence had disturbed him, and while that was partly true, he was also concerned about the strong show of force the institute seemed to have, as well as the rashness of most of the patients here. His discussion with Jack up until that point had been very interesting, and he made a mental note to seek him out again in the future. But, in the meantime, he had more pressing matters on his mind.

When he arrived at his room, he was mildly relieved to see that Schuldig was in one piece and wasn't drugged. It seemed he'd had enough sense not to become involved. But, then, he wasn't terribly surprised. Jumping into violent mobs didn't seem like the man's style. They had that in common, at least.

"I suppose it's too much to ask for a little peace during the day," he remarked as he settled down in front of his desk and pulled out his journal. The Jedi understood why people would feel angry about what was going on. Most people simply didn't have the kind of self-control needed to maintain a cool head when they were being so mercilessly wronged. Still, inciting a riot during the day when night was violent enough as it was...what had been the purpose?

He just hoped the patients being punished wouldn't suffer too much, though it was difficult to tell when it came to this place.

M53

[wearyofscreams.livejournal.com]

The alarms had been a bit of a shock. Jack followed Obi-Wan across the room, stepping around and ducking under flying chairs and patients who were either fighting or fleeing, but he'd thought that would be that. Then the alarms had turned on and people began dropping like flies as nurses stormed the cafeteria. While the chaos was good for awhile, Jack didn't like how everyone was being strapped down and carted off. This wasn't fun at all.

He was separated from Obi-Wan and directed back to his room, his nurse praising him for staying out of the riot. He was far more interested in seeing where everyone else went, however, and didn't pay much attention to her. She ushered him into his room and closed the door, saying his roommate would be joining him soon enough.

Now that got him. Jack perked up and turned to ask the nurse a question, but she was already gone. "A roommate?" he asked himself, flopping down on his bed and taking his journal out. Jack grinned, cackling to himself as he reread what he'd learned from Obi-Wan at breakfast. What wonderful ideas! Now all Jack had to do was wait. "Perhaps someone who can add to my notes, hm? That would be lovely indeed!"

M63

[notachick.livejournal.com]

He and Heiji had been separated before they got a chance to charge out. The piercing alarm and the droves of patients suddenly dropping like they'd been sedated without even being touched had been enough to unnerve the swordsman, but when he'd turned to find Hijikata, the man had been gone. The rush of patients and staff had blocked Okita's view and now he didn't know if Hijikata was alright or had been taken like the others. Worse, he didn't know the whereabouts of Homura, Himura or Kaito.

What a spectacular show, though. Okita now knew what happened during the day when patients launched a large scale attack. The Doctor had called it a failsafe, meaning he had more control over the patients than Okita previously thought. That was both good information and disturbing to know at the same time. Night would be the best time for an attack, but it was also the most dangerous.

For once escaping a battle without so much as a scratch, Okita was taken to his room and told to behave himself. He only smiled at his nurse and waited for her to leave before he stuck his tongue out at the closed door. Sitting down at his desk, he took out his journal and jotted down another quick note, copying out what he could remember of the updated maps on the bulletin to his map and then waited. Eventually his roommate would show up and then they might be able to have another pleasant conversation - so long as Guy hadn't been involved in the riot.