damned_institute | Day 30: Patient Library (Fourth Shift)

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Day 30: Patient Library (Fourth Shift)

While he waited for his bulletin board correspondant, Farfarello perused the library's offerings once more. There was no sign of any of the books he'd requested in the suggestion box but he wasn't very suprised that this was the case--even if, by some chance, the Head Doctor actually intended to grant any of the reasonable requests it still would probably take more than a day for anything to happen. The wheels turned slowly, in institutions, and there was no reason for a fake institution to be any speedier than a real one.

For lack of anything better, Farfarello pulled down the Histories volume of The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. A little Richard III would keep him diverted for a short while, anyway.

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The patient from the message board was easy enough to find. Not only was he the only one to fit the description, he was the only one in the library aside from the nurses. Gin had hoped for a bit more background noise, but as long as they kept their voices low, it shouldn't be a problem. He'd also brought the journal and a pen from his room. He had a sharp memory, but chemical names and other more complicated things, he might have to write down. Hopefully this one would actually be as good as his word an wouldn't charge too much for the information. Gin didn't have a whole lot to bargain with and he certainly wasn't going to sacrifice any of his own resources. Not when this was an 'assignment.'

"Afternoon," Gin smiled without even trying.

[free for pestering]

If Angel had known that the only way through to the library was by the Sun Room, he might've paid a little more attention to where his nurse was herding him. As it was, he didn't realize that there would be sunlight spilling throughout the entire place until his nurse opened the door and pushed him through.

He backpedaled so fast he stepped on her foot. She yelped.

"Sorry! Sorry." Oh no. This wasn't going well. He had to get—

Wait. Hang on. What?

Angel put his hand cautiously into the light, oblivious to the look his nurse was giving him. There was no doubt that he'd just proven to her that he was crazy, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. It technically hadn't been that long ago since he was able to walk in the sun—there'd been that brief time several months ago when he'd been human—but he'd forgotten what it felt like already. It hadn’t been real, anyway. Not really.

He followed the nurse to the library slowly, so awed by this sudden turn of events that he didn't notice Willow sitting not too far off. Only when he saw the actual bookshelves did he snap back to his senses.

Of course. Books. He'd been hoping the books here might be able to tell him something. There was no time to dawdle in the sunlight no matter how much he wanted to.

Angel took a quick peek over his shoulder at the Sun Room where it was warm and bright and sunny and...

No, right. No time.

Aidou knew getting gloriously upset wouldn't do a damn thing (unlike home, where he could have anything he desired), but it still couldn't relieve his mounting exasperation. Today's little riot had ruined everything. Not only had he not spoken with Sasuke yet, but he hadn't gotten to the E class yet, either. The only productive thing had been a brief, cleansing shower at the end of third shift, a safeguard against being in the eye of the public.

Thinking 'at least I'm clean' was even more foolish, since the vampire knew better than to start becoming habituated. Once that happened, one was better off dead. And he deserved better. Having his freedom, having his powers, having his cousin. Better.

Picking a newer book that didn't smell like must, Aidou reclined back in a chair, legs crossed on the seat of another, and put the open novel over his face. The library was at least out of the sun, if not totally quiet--it would do for some much needed rest.

To be perfectly honest, Asch had no interest in books. The only reason he chose the library was because he wanted to go somewhere quiet, and it was what the nurse suggested. Well, the library and the Sun Room, although more people seemed to be choosing the latter room.

Picking a book at random (something called Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde), the redhead took a seat at one of the tables and set the open book in front of him. He had no real intention to read the book at all, but hopefully it'd be enough to look like he was. It kept the nurse off his back, at least, so maybe the same would be said about other patients.

This would've been a prime place to check for Hakkai. Books, quiet, relatively organized; more likely to appeal to him than the Arts and Crafts room.

Except for the fact that there was no Hakkai. Somehow it didn't surprise the monk. Unlike Kenren, Sanzo wasn't going to harbor any kind of optimism (or desperate hope) that Hakkai was still here, even as he kept an eye out for the man.

Sanzo sat down on one of the couches, absently picking up a random book.

But then again, he'd kept searching for Goku with the same stubborness, even when he wasn't certain what happened to the monkey. Goku had shown up in the end, but he hadn't had any proof if he was alive or dead while he'd been searching. Sanzo had just kept on going with the assumption that he was alive, and only backed by that slip of tongue from that doctor one night.

Kenren irritated him, but at least on this account, Sanzo couldn't argue with him. There could still be a remote chance to find Hakkai.

Javert had decided to move into the library during the shift change. Hopefully he'd be able to collect his thoughts there. Choosing a book - Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes, whoever that was - he opened it at random and let it fall open on his lap, closing his eyes.

Perhaps, if Mlle. Sohma required no assistance tonight, he would find Trevelyan (irritating as the man was, he did have his uses) and try to head down to the basement. Surely there had to be something of value there - otherwise, what was the use of guarding it?

Lost in his thoughts and calmed by the hushed silence of the library, he settled back in his seat and dozed lightly.

While it was typical (some might say to a pathetic degree), there was only one place Peter would want to go if he was given the choice. They had chess boards in the Game Room, but he got the feeling he would be better at it than most of the other patients (which was more embarrassing for him than them, when it came down to it), which wouldn't make playing very fun.

He had to wonder if there would ever come a time when he could have a shower in peace, but considering he was in a fake mental institution, that was probably too much to hope for. He was starting to wonder if Eddie Brock actually did belong in the loony bin, but then realized he was probably being too harsh.

He really needed to ask the other man about his behavior, especially since he was almost sure he hadn't been like that before the symbiote had gotten a hold of him. Breaching a subject like that was no simple task, though.

Figuring he should just keep on trying to get through the same book he had picked last time he was in here, Peter searched for Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes, except that it was apparently nowhere to be found. Had another patient beaten him to it? With a sigh, he picked something else at random (Moby Dick, because why not?) and found a seat where he could quietly read. He wasn't in the mood for being social after what he had just been through.

[Waiting for Misa. ]

While Light wasn't particularly happy about the way he'd been treated in this very room just last night, he couldn't deny that a library had its benefits. For one, it was quiet, which was more than what could be said for the Sun Room, and although he was certain the shelves wouldn't hold any sort of information he could actually use, he was sure they'd at least answer one of his more idle questions.

That was why he immediately headed towards the poetry anthologies when he arrived and after taking a moment to mentally catalog them all, he picked the first likely-looking book off of the shelf-- a collection of Coleridge's work, to be more precise-- and found somewhere to sit. It would likely take him awhile to hunt down what he was looking for using this method, but he still preferred it over the other, more indiscreet ones available. It would just have to do.

Nami's shower had been nice and long, the way she was quickly beginning to prefer showers. Living on a ship, one had to conserve fresh water - steamers like the one she'd had with that unnaturally cheerful girl were rare. But not for long, if she could help it. It had been.. luxurious. And oh, did Nami love her luxury.

And while she was no researcher like Robin was, she could take refuge in a place like the library.

There weren't as many books as would satisfy someone like the crew's archaeologist, but there were enough for Nami. And they were surprisingly dilapidated!

Finally, she picked out Around the World in 80 Days. Eighty days... to go around the world? Nami couldn't hide her interest from something like that! She picked the book up off the shelf almost immediately, taking a seat at the first available table, and began to read with some interest. She was a fast reader - hopefully she could get through a good deal of it before she and her book were parted for dinner. ...Or before she was interrupted.

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