Day 30: Arts and Crafts Room (Third Shift)

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[Bother away~]

It was surprising how quickly the staff had lifted the lockdown, particularly for those who had a hand in this morning's "incident". Ken was certain they were going to be stuck in their rooms until nightfall and thus, felt wary of the intercom's announcement. Partly for possible ulterior motives, partly for the fact they were treating them as children.

This whole situation was one glorified time-out, when he thought about it.

Still, there were some benefits to the matter, which the nurse was now spelling out for him. "....choice of the Sun Room, the Music Room, the Game Room, or the Arts and Crafts Room--"

"Wait." Ken stopped short in the middle of the hallway. "Excuse me, but did you say Arts and Crafts Room?"

The nurse nodded and smiled. "Would you like to go there?" she asked. "You deserve it, considering you were so good during today's ordeal."

Perfect. He was hoping for a place to finish the copy of the map he had planned to give Yukari. This "Arts and Crafts" Room should have something more eye-catching than pens. (Blue and black ink were boring selections.) With a nod of approval, Ken allowed himself to be escorted.

In five minutes, the boy managed to assemble several choice markers and four sheets of white paper, which he took to one of the round tables in the room. There, he set to work, using the map within his journal pages as a reference.

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While Anise didn't appreciate being intercepted and led back to her room when she was trying to see if Ion was safe during the riot, the lockdown gave her time to cool off before she ended up saying or doing something to land herself in trouble.

It was pretty discouraging to see so many patients get taken down at once. Of course, it was also pretty dumb for them to think they could get anything done without a proper plan. Anise hoped none of her friends had been reckless enough to join in.

As she stopped by the Sun Room, Anise caught a glimpse of Ion. She breathed a silent sigh of relief, now knowing both that he was safe and that her meeting with him the previous night really hadn't been her imagination. It looked like he found the bulletin board, which meant they'd be able to talk later. In the meantime, she could... huh.

These shifts that separated adults and kids really sucked, Anise realized. Almost all of her friends were grown-ups by the institute's standards! Even most of the people she'd befriended since arriving were adults. This totally sucked!

Fine. She'd just have to find a way to pass the time somewhat productively. She had an unfinished project sitting in the Arts and Crafts room, didn't she? While it didn't sound as fun as flirting with her favorite noblemen, it was something to do. Besides, she had a few ideas to make the makeshift doll a little more than just a cute room decoration.

When she entered the room, Anise immediately went to the cabinets, digging around for the project she had set aside the day before.

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((hayyyy hope you don't mind me poppin' in Pazu--))

There had been a fight during breakfast and then lockdown. So today wasn't going as usual as she had first thought, though Mion wasn't entirely sure whether or not that was a good thing or a bad thing. And with kids and adults seperated today, Mion had a better chance of finding Rena; or maybe one of the other people she had met here, and not having to run into any adults. She liked Arlene, sure, but at the moment she didn't want to be touched again. Thinking about that made her absentmindedly grab at the back of her head as she walked.

Arts and Crafts seemed like the best thing to do, so Mion decided to head there. It didn't involve too much work, but it also didn't involve sitting around being useless on a couch. And it was something to do until her meeting with Rena later. With that in mind, Mion walked into the room; albeit somewhat slowly, and glanced around before walking over to the cabinets to get some supplies, when she noticed who else was there.

"Oh... Hey, Anise! Fancy meeting you here again, huh?" Mion said cheerfully. Well, half-cheerfully, anyway.

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Anise glanced up, her incomplete project cradled in her arms. It was a fully sewn Tokunaga doll, larger than the one Mion had seen her put together a few days back, although it was missing a few features; its face, for one.

It took a second to recall the girl's name. "Oh! Hi Mion," Anise said, returning the greeting with a little extra cheer to hopefully overshadow that moment of hesitation. Admittedly, she put a little more effort to remembering the names of men than those of other girls. "Did you come to see more of my cute creations?" she asked with a playful grin.

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Mion looked at the doll as the girl looked up at her. It was definetely bigger than the one she had been working on before... Of course, the fact that she made one at all with that sling she had been in was pretty impressive in itself. If you could make a doll with an injured arm, you could fight with a metal plate in your head, right? Right.

"Heh, well I guess you caught me," Mion laughed, grinning back at Anise. "I haven't seen dolls made in person before, and yours are espescially nice."

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With a giggle, Anise replied, "I'm flattered!" Not a lot of people appreciated Tokunaga's cuteness nearly as much as the too-too-adorable doll deserved. "This one's going to be a bit better than an ordinary doll, though," she added, her grin turning sly. Now that she was back to 100%, she could do far better work than before!

Mion was perhaps in the opposite situation, though. There were bandages around her head - maybe she'd hit it on something? It didn't seem tactful to ask.

Anise dug around in the cabinet a bit more, retrieving some white felt and sewing supplies. "What about you? Planning on making something today?"

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"Better than an ordinary doll, huh?" Mion raised an eyebrow, though she supposed the design or something was special and therefore better than an average doll, so she left that there. Besides, it was probably personal or something anyway. Or not, who knew? Still, being friendly couldn't hurt either, right? "Can't wait to see it!"

"Me?" Mion paused and, thanks to habit, raised one hand to scratch the back of her head. She flinched at first after hitting a certain area, but then continued on in less than a second, the hardly noticable flinch being just that - hardly noticable. "Weeell... I don't really have anything particular in mind, but this old man figured I could do something fun and maybe make something neat while I'm at it, you know? Better than reading some book or sitting in the sun room, at any rate."

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"I can't make it as cool as the one I had back home, but I can make it a little useful," Anise explained. If only she could make one like her prized fontech Tokunaga! But she hadn't seen Dist in forever, and he was the only one who knew how to make those vital modifications. And even if he was around, there were the issues of tools and materials, and of actually convincing him to help...

Oh well. She could make do with what she had in front of her.

"You're right!" Anise said to Mion's answer. "It's pretty boring to just sit around in a dump like this." She dumped her armful of materials on the table nearest the cabinets, but decided to wait before seating herself and starting her work, curious to see what materials Mion would go for.

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Keman felt a little awkward in the arts and crafts room alone, especially because there were only two other people in the room, and they both looked significantly younger than him. Maybe the whole "being stuck as a two-legger" thing was getting to him a little too much--he was starting to think like one. He suddenly felt very, very self conscious, very aware of the fact that he was tall and gangly and towered over both of the kids in the room. Oddly enough, it was Myre's voice--his baby sister's voice!--that he could hear in his mind, taunting him for going to a room meant for children.

...But when had he ever listened to her, anyway?

Sitting down near the smaller of the two (a boy), the young dragon-turned-halfblood grabbed a blank sheet of paper and a colored pencil and started to sketch. He didn't know what, exactly, he was sketching...he'd honestly never done this before.

He had an amazing academic knowledge of human facial anatomy (he had to, to be able to shift into one), and what he had started to sketch looked real enough, but...it lacked character. The face he drew was a perfect anatomical model of a face, but it was neither male nor female, neither young nor old. It was just...a picture of what a face was supposed to look like.

He frowned. This...drawing thing was tough. He hoped Inoue would come soon.

[I think I'm waiting for Orihime (maybe?), but if Ken would like a Keman in the mean time...?]

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Ken had not paid much attention when others entered the room, only vaguely aware one of them sat near by. Copying the map required more concentration than expected. There wasn't even room to consider the dead-raising topic in the boy's mind.

It was not until the first set was finished that Ken finally noticed what the teenager was doing. Setting aside the two pages, he looked up curiously at the sketch and wondered about the identity of the person on paper. No archetype came to mind; the face seemed too ambiguous to give any sort of story.

Still, whoever they were, the sketch was pretty impressive. Ken could not help but vocalize that point. "That's nice," he said.

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Keman had been too engrossed in his artwork that he hadn't notice the boy watching him until he spoke up. Looking up, he instinctively covered his drawing with his hands, afraid of being judged. "Oh...uh...what? Really?" He looked down.

"Is it?"

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"I think so," Ken replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "It's much better than what I can draw." Sadly, he had yet to outgrow stick figures.

The boy returned to his work, making preparations for the second copy. A part of him, however, the one that liked human contact, wanted to continue the conversation for a bit. Although, Ken would be fine if the teen would rather be undisturbed. "Do you draw a lot?" he asked.

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"Oh." How was Keman supposed to react to that? Part of him wanted to apologize, but...

"Thank you." That was probably the best thing to say, right?

He blinked. "Not really, no." He shrugged. "Not something I really did when I was younger. What about you? Oh, and I'm Keman, by the way."

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Ken shook his head, albeit with some difficulty as he had begun tracing. "After kindergarten, no," he answered. Not that dislike ever came into play; Ken had simply never found the need to draw.

"My name is Ken." The boy suddenly remembered there was another Ken so hastily added, "Amada. It's nice to meet you, Keman-san."

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Keman had no idea what 'kindergarten' was, but he didn't think it was important enough to ask about, so he just nodded. No use making himself look like he was completely ignorant.

He smiled. "Likewise. Er...which name do you go by? Ken or Amada?"

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Haku thanked his nurse politely and then glanced around the room. Not many people, but plenty of supplies. Sitting down at a table, he took some paper and crayons and began to draw out blueprint like designs of the areas he'd seen so far. He was planning on giving them to Zabuza-san, something that might be used as a trade item or something else.

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((Finishing up rather quickly and heading off to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/295834.html?view=23493530#t23493530).))

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Takaya wasn't going to get away with a feigned illness this time, and his nurse knew him too well to allow him to go the the Sun Room. Filled with those 'hooligans' just like he was, he guessed. Couldn't let them interact. So instead, the grumpy teenager found himself in a quiet room, filled with kids and a feeling of utter distain for life in general.

He was sat down and given a mix of artsy-fartsy supplies and told to 'have fun.' He flipped off the nurse who sighed, used to him by now, and left him alone.

Though, Takaya guessed he was still being watched. Wouldn't do for him to make something inappropriate or, hell, try to hurt someone with the supplies. He was kind of glad he hadn't been involved in the riot though. He didn't think he could handle the attention that brought people.

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After another hour or more staring at the blank walls of her room, Hokuto had decided that if she was going to be here for any length of time, the place REALLY needed some color; in light of that, being told she could go to the art room honestly cheered her.

Once there, though, someone caught her eye--not Subaru, but she couldn't help but be reminded of him. That happened a lot, but she reacted the same way every time.

Seeing that he had a stack of construction paper, glue, and other things appropriate for collage-making, she came over and took a seat near him. Not right next to, but close enough for easy conversation. "Good morning," she said, offering a smile.

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Takaya had been doing absolutely nothing productive and had, instead been glaring at the colored paper and markers in front of him, as though hoping they might just explode or something when a voice pulled him from his thoughts of fire.

He looked up at a woman. That alone was odd, since girls almost never willingly spoke to him. The only exceptions were, of course, his sister, Mori (who didn't really count), and Haruie (and he DEFINITLY didn't count).

"Morning," he managed to get out.

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"Some day this has been," Hokuto commented, shaking her head. She'd gotten to relax much more than usual for the last twelve hours or so, but this being Landels, none of it had been for good reasons. "I've been here almost a week and I've never seen anything like that." The night of the field trip had been worse, but daytime and Nightshift were entirely different stories.

Trying to to actually use the scissors provided on construction paper didn't work at all; she quickly gave up and started very carefully ripping the sheet she'd taken into neat little squares. A tile mosaic would take a while, but she definitely had the time.

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"Like what?" Takaya frowned. "You mean the riot?" He shrugged. "Hell, I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner. Everyone here is so fucking tense...."

He didn't bother to apologize for his language. This girl wasn't his sister, so he didn't give a shit what she thought of him.

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Hokuto nodded; it took a lot worse than swearing to bother her. "Yeah. It's almost impossible not to be, here, even for people who know they're not going home." She wasn't the only one who'd died before coming here; it was sad, but it helped a little to know she wasn't alone even in that.

She didn't know what had brought on the sudden, quiet contemplativeness, but it happened now and then. Maybe it was the absence of worry for herself; she was as close to at peace as she could hope for.

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Takaya blinked. This woman was ... upset. More so than others he'd seen. Then, what the hell did he know?

"If that's how you're gonna think, then why bother at all? Why put up with the bullshit if you don't think you're going home?" Maybe she'd given up, like he wanted to. He wouldn't let him though...

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Ginji was cheery, even though he knew he had missed all the fun. He sat in the Arts and Crafts room, prepared to make something. Maybe he could put it in his room. It might make it more cheery or something.

He refused to let this place get to him during the day, so instead he focused on pretty paper and glue and tried not to get anything stuck on him.

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Sheska had resisted the urge to visit the Library. She still needed to finish Ed's stuff and work on the Philosophy for another patient. She wondered who she'd use... surely something would come to mind. Although the philosophy behind alchemy would be a good one, she was sure. Equal exchange was something universal, wasn't it?

Either way, she'd found her way to arts and crafts to borrow paper.