Day 31: Sun Room (Fourth Shift)

[screwthegods]

Though perhaps not entirely as successful as he wanted it to be, Homura walked away from lunch feeling satisfied with his efforts. Roland and Fai both had shown interest in the goal, and that was enough for the moment. Homura could be patient, had already been for five hundred years, and felt no harm in waiting another five hundred if he had to. He would have his goals realized, no matter what obstacles he faced, be they from the prison or those trapped within.

But now was time for business of a different sort, and the demi-god made his way to the Sun Room, near the common board. He made sure he could be seen from the entrance to the cafeteria, knowing that one stranger and one member of his own group both wanted to meet with him. It worked out well enough, especially given that the stated purpose of the History Club was simple.

Revenge and escape.

For now, Homura had no intention of revealing that it'd grown more complicated than that.

[Waiting for L and Junior]

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[haiiro-no-chou.livejournal.com]

The day had been busy so far, and Rukia was still in some pain from her injuries. She asked her nurse to bring her to the sun room, and managed to convince the woman that she could get out of the wheelchair and onto a couch without further injury. Once Rukia was settled, the nurse left to attend to other patients.

Sitting quietly, she thought over the conversations she'd had so far during the day, and what would be most important to tell Captain Hitsugaya when they met that night.

[contentincloset.livejournal.com]

He'd learned a lot from the day, all mostly relating to the idiot he considered a companion. But things were not set in stone at all, unfortunately. He could only infer from what he knew of Fai and what he'd been told. That wasn't going to do if he intended to confront the man this evening.

The Sun Room was, as usual, fairly empty when he was brought in, but he was able to see a familiar face already present. He'd not yet met her, but she'd been pointed out for him by Ururu. And she was alone as well. All the better.

Going up to where she was sitting, he asked with all his usual grace, "You're Rukia, right?" He wasn't about to ask if she was really a Shinigami just yet either. That was not the point of his approaching her.

[norainu]

Renji still really, really needed to talk to Sora, about the whole visitor shift thing. Though considering how much he was torturing himself about it, he had to wonder how Sora would take it all. But, he told himself, Nowe had been Sora's friend, before he was even Renji's friend, so Sora deserved to know it all if he wanted to.

He set himself up on one of the couches in the Sun Room, where he'd be able to spot Sora when he came in.

[reserved for Sora]

[lighthearted]

Upon leaving the cafeteria after his talk with Junior, well-fed and feeling a little better (though he still wanted to talk to either Kairi or Axel about the book he had found earlier), Sora almost headed straight into the Game Room merely out of habit.

Luckily, Renji was pretty hard to miss, and for once he was on his own! Sora halted, stopping his nurse and asking politely if he could stay in the Sun Room for the shift. She didn't seem to mind, and Sora didn't hesitate to rush over to where his friend was seated.

"Hey! Are you busy this shift, or...?" He didn't want to interrupt if the man already had plans, but they had delayed their talk for long enough already.

[roses-bleues.livejournal.com]

_{[Dean date! Unless I’m dumb. :x]}

Even after the incident during the second shift, Diva was right back where she began, though through no will of her own. She’d made a Chevalier, hadn’t she? She wanted to be with him, so he could fulfill his reason for existence and find her daughters. They were watching her, though, since she’d stuck her nose up at going to the “Game Room” if Heat were not going to be there.

And now she was back in the Sun Room, with eyes on her. That made her angry.

The nurses had been quite adamant that she be patched up--and when Diva was hurt, and wasn’t healing near as fast as she should, she could accept a bandage--but when the Queen had said she wanted to be taken to Heat, she had been denied. And that made her angry too. They’d taken her precious children and now they were refusing her someone who’d drank her blood.

Diva thought it was smart. These enemies were more annoying than any that had come before them.

She didn’t know what to do, because normally she would attack and kill--but she knew, she knew those needles well, and if she failed one more time, she’d be sleepy and lethargic all over again. The anger had woken up. What was she supposed to do? Diva walked to and fro, seemingly unaware of the other prisoners in the room, trailing a light caress over her bandaged neck. Watching the staff back, like an unhappy animal in a cage.

[thehellismycar.livejournal.com]

Creatures of legend trapped in human shells...

He'd call that a setback. Like they hadn't run into enough of those already. Least they had the experience to... well, to lighten the load a fraction. Not to mention each other.

... What was she? Test subject or no, there had to be a reason why she was here. What if she'd always been that thick? Had to be royalty wherever she was from, but that couldn't be all he'd learn from this book. There was something of interest there... and he was gonna get to the bottom of it. Being straightforward wouldn't cut it, though. Everything was in one ear and out the other with her. He also knew her origin wasn't a subject to bring up at the table, and dayshift was one massive tea party, as far as he was concerned.

"Hey..." Dean left his spot a distance away from Diva, approaching on slow, cautious steps. He stopped before her, a hand on her shoulder to gently encourage she halt her pacing and take notice of him. He grimaced at the bandages, giving them a careful stroke. "Aah... You alright?"

[intoindra.livejournal.com]

((Date time with Argilla~! *_* ))

Good, it looked like he was one of the first ones out. That meant Roland could claim a couch wide enough for two, and wait for a familiar head of pink hair to make its way to him. He'd seen Argilla floating around the Institute, much more effectively than Heat had been, yet that didn't mean he wasn't worried about the AI's progress. And he had to inform her about how the plans had changed.

...in a way, it seemed like Roland was going to be having deep conversations until nightfall, and perhaps awhile into that as well. Perhaps Heat was being a bad influence, too; all of the talking was starting to wear on even Roland's nerves, and he couldn't help but think that just one bat was not enough food. Ah well. Argilla was rather understanding for an AI, and not half as volatile as Heat. Truth be told, Roland was looking forward to this conversation. Hopefully at least one of his comrades would see the benefit of working with the patients instead of finding their end among torches and pitchforks.

[demon-beast.livejournal.com]

Argilla had to admit that she was kind of excited to be able to tell Roland what she had found out. Another place which used the same spells as they could, but apparently without demons, just these 'Persona'. A world that didn't have the Cuvier Syndrome of a corrupted God.

The Sun Room was quiet so early in the shift so he was easy to spot and Argilla settled herself onto the sofa next to him, not concerned with niceties like asking for permission.

"You wanted to talk," she said, leaning back a little more comfortably.

[seiran314.livejournal.com]

[Possibly waiting for Schuldig? >.>]

It was beginning to be a habit, not eating. Aya didn't feel especially hungry when he left a full tray behind him as he walked back to the sun room. Actually, he couldn't remember the last time he had had a proper meal.

Nutrition aside, he was still dizzy when he sat down at the same couch as earlier and directed his face towards the sun. Somehow it was quite impossible to start up the engines today. Omi was hurt, Ken worried and he had not seen Yohji around since the weekend... No, actually there had been the riot in the cafeteria. That had not been pretty. Aya would have regretted the words he had said, if only he had thought any of them untrue.

He needed to talk with Omi. But not when he was like this. He had few hours until the nightfall, he better use them well.

[k4t4str0ph4l.livejournal.com]

"Well, you're going to have to pencil me in, whether you like it or not."

Schuldig dropped onto the couch across from Aya, deliberately blocking the sunlight that the former florist had turned his face towards like a flower in one of their bouquets. He wasn't going to have the man go to sleep on him...although he seriously doubted Abyssinian trusted him nearly enough to close his eyes around the telepath.

More was the pity.

"As much as I'd love to harass you just for the hell of it, we need to talk." He hoped that his unusually serious tone would catch the man's attention and prevent him from either lashing out or stalking away immediately.

[0bnoxious.livejournal.com]

[Free!]

That had been annoying. It almost seemed like some maggots lived to nag others or something. They obviously didn't had any better things to do with their time. Pathetic!

It was in a more annoyed mood than usual (not that a stranger could tell the difference, since Albel the Wicked appeared to be annoyed by default.) that he entered the sun room and flopped down on one of the couches. Better than leaning against the wall at least.

[faithful-frost.livejournal.com]

(Free?)

Haku stepped into the Sun Room, feeling much more at ease with himself. He'd seen his Master, Artemis looked fine and ... Oh? Someone he had seen before.

He stepped up and smiled slightly down at the scowling man. "Good afternoon, may I sit here? It looks like one of the more comfortable spots in the room."

[lost-metal.livejournal.com]

He wasn't as tired as he normally was during the day, not having had to do alchemy last night had helped a lot. But he wasn't about to miss an opportunity to nap when he had the chance. He went into the Sun Room, looking around for a moment before finding himself a sofa and ruthlessly claiming it as his own.

He flopped down on it, kicking off the thin slippers and stretching out full length along it. He yawned hugely and then closed his eyes intending to nap for a while.

[spirit-forge.livejournal.com]

Archer didn't know why, but he felt really tired. He wasn't in the mood for games so he went back to the Sun Room, for a chance to nap. It looked liked someone else had the same idea.

Archer plopped down on the sofa across from his fellow patient. He rolled over and laid back on the substitute bed.

[el-lolly-eat.livejournal.com]

L’s last meeting for today was supposed to be with someone fitting the description of a tall man with dark hair and different colored eyes. Interestingly, the description for the man he was supposed to meet for the cooking group the next morning had provided him with a similar description. Artemis Fowl, who was certainly not tall, also had different colored eyes and dark hair. The trait seemed to be unusually common among the patients.

The History club had been the only group that had not asked L for his description, which had been odd, considering that this would be leaving the man with no idea who he was supposed to be looking for. It didn’t take L long to spot him though, seeing as someone fitting that very description was standing at the very same location he had said he would be.

L didn’t like the idea of meeting in such an obvious place, especially when he preferred his actions to go as unnoticed by Light and the staff, but he assumed that it couldn’t be helped. Checking his surroundings first, he eventually concluded that it was safe to approach, limped over to the bulletin board, and stood there for a moment reading over some of the new posts; as most patients did. He did not give much notice to the man there at first.

After a moment, L tilted his head down slightly and spoke in low voice so it would be difficult for someone to tell that he was speaking. He picked up some paper and a pen and began to scribble something down on it. “Homura I presume? Don’t act as if I am talking to you just yet. If anyone is watching I need this meeting to appear as though it was accidental. You made plans to meet someone, and that would be me. However, should anyone ask let us say that the person you were supposed to meet with never showed up, and you ended up talking to a very cool looking individual who was hanging around the board instead.” Hopefully the man would understand what he was getting at. It would be best to cover up his actions in any way that he could.

[screwthegods]

Homura had to stifle the urge to laugh; he indulged Okita and Hijikata's desire to use aliases on the board, but this was strange even to the demi-god. What did this young man have to fear from being seen? And who, exactly, did he expect Homura to describe him as a "very cool looking individual" to?

For the moment, the demi-god said nothing. It wouldn't do him any harm to play this game, and he was interested to see where it played out. He'd also done his share of sneaking around in the past, so it was simple enough to listen without turning his head to look, or letting his amusement show.

So the next move was the stranger's.

[fuyunohanabi.livejournal.com]

Lunch had proved to be uneventuful, although Rangiku had quite liked the burrito things. Very tasty, with meat and vegetables. She could get used to eating some of these things.

Rangiku entered the Sun Room and found herself an empty sofa, waving briefly to Renji and Kuchiki as she passed. She was feeling better today thankfully, she just hoped that this was a sign that the curse or whatever it was, was wearing off. She couldn't afford to take another night off duty.

She pulled her legs up and leaned against the arm of the sofa. Maybe she could take a nap. She was sorely missing them here.

[misterprince.livejournal.com]

Food had indeed helped Sanji to feel somewhat better, a definite plus, and managed to avoid any help from Zoro as he left the lunchroom to return to the same room he'd been in before the meal. The sofa he'd occupied before had now been taken over by someone else, which wasn't a surprise.

Not wanting to get the attention of a nurse, as he'd had enough babying for one day, he decided to use the excuse of needing a lie-down himself to approach the woman in his old spot.

Unfortunately, the "excuse" was more truth than he was willing to admit, and rather than addressing the woman and spouting something about her beauty as he intended, he wound up collapsing on the other end with a sigh and his head in his hands.

[usoppsenchou.livejournal.com]

[Waiting for Gin]

All day, meeting new people, or at least properly meeting them for the first time, discussing projects, work, and most of all, gunpowder.

In a way, it was kind of funny, considering that not only did Usopp not have gunpowder, he didn't even have all the ingredients for gunpowder. He just had the knowledge of how to make it (and compact it suitably for his own weapons) and a love of it that spanned pretty much from childhood.

Who didn't like explosions? So long as they went off when and where they were supposed to. And didn't take off any body parts. And didn't kill anybody, unless that was the goal, in which case, 'and killed somebody.' He hadn't really thought about it before, the few times he'd fired at ships. He knew Zoro was a killer, and thought probably Sanji or Luffy had to have killed someone at some point. But thinking of himself in that way was weird.

Even if he'd been planning death-traps that morning. At least he could use the afternoon to think of other ideas, maybe things less dangerous that would work... unless someone else wanted to talk about gunpowder.

[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

Though they hadn't arranged a specific time, not really, Gin had been keeping an eye on all of the people he'd met with from the boards, as well as watching for the people he hadn't met yet, given their descriptions. This one was easy enough, and finally there weren't others about to pester them or disrupt the conversation. Hopefully though, the man would be a bit more coherent than he'd been on the bulletin.

Gin walked over with an easy stride, a friendly smile on his lips. "Ara~? Now you look familiar," he stated. "You wouldn' happen t'be one of th' ones I talked to on the message board, would ya? I was one of th' ones interested in ah... explosives n' the like."

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

Luxord only had one foot into the Game Room before Nursey McNursingson grabbed him by the shoulders and led him to the Sun Room. When he questioned why, exactly, she saw fit to a) touch him and b) foil his plans for fun, she merely recalled his behavior and attitude to dear Mr. Stegman. Deny as he may, there was little pride enough to get past the image of being stuck with a syringe. Into the sunroom he went.

...where he sat on a couch, curled up with Tyche, and pouted. At least, as much as he could without a heart and holding a sweet, nuzzling kitten.

[never-learns.livejournal.com]

[Free :D ]


At least his roommate seemed like a decent guy even when he wasn't drugged which made a change from the others. And Leon seemed willing to not push too far into things Yohji would much rather not discuss. He was just glad he hadn;t been there last night when he'd messed up so spectacularly.

The nurse had come back to stand over him until he'd finished the burrito, leaving him feeling a little ill, but he didn't feel like getting into an argument with her over a damned burrito. He went into the Sun Room, feeling a wash of relief when he spotted Aya there after not having seen him for a good while, but didn't want to approach him. He wondered if Schuldig had spoken to him yet and whether he should expect a black eye or something.

[beloved-less.livejournal.com]

Soubi's nurse had decided that her patient needed a new friend. She'd only ever seen him talking to that young boy and, well, it wasn't normal to have only one friend, especially one that young. And even more especially when you considered the patient's past. His own childhood may have been ruined, but he had to be an adult now and talk to people closer to his age.

And that was why she pushed him towards another patient.
"Ah, Mister Itou, how would you like to look after Matsuda? He needs somebody to talk to and it looks like you do to."
She pushed Soubi onto a beat with her battleaxen strength and looked at the two men.
"You two just have a nice little chat about cats and, if you need me, I'll be just over there."
She had a threatening way about her that warned not to disobey.

Soubi waited for her to leave before looking at his new 'friend'.
"Itou? Another Japanese."

[whiteychan.livejournal.com]

[waiting for kagura]
Hitsugaya's meeting with Angel had been productive, yet still lead to more questions than answers. At least they had a plan for the time being. Unfortunately, he didn't have as much energy as he would have liked to work on this case, as he still had to set up shift assignments for tonight. That was the problem with the days. Never enough time.

He took a seat on one of the couches in a fairly visible location and began jotting down notes for shift assignments as he waited for Kagura. They hadn't set up an official meeting point, but the sun room made more sense than the gaming room. It seemed the logical choice that she'd look for him here.

[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

It wasn't until she'd left the cafeteria that Kagura realized she hadn't set a place yet to meet with the young captain. Well, it would be a little late, but maybe if she posted a note, he'd see it? Luckily, she had to go to the Sun Room anyway to do so. The boy was difficult to miss, small though he was, with that shock of spiky white hair. She walked over, a little bit nervously. What was it, exactly, that he needed? Had the others told on her... even though they'd promised not to? She hoped she wasn't in trouble...

"G-good afternoon Taichou," she said shyly, hands folded in front of her as her foot kicked nervously at the floor. "What is it that... you wanted to talk about?"

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

[waiting for Roy Mustang (and Miles Edgeworth)]

Sadly, Armand was still hungry when the nurse came to take him to the next activity. At his request, she left him in the same chair in the Sun Room that he'd occupied in the morning. He never seemed to see the other rooms, something that he was certain would get him in trouble someday. For today, the staff seemed to understand he was in pain and out of sorts from his hurt hands.

So he was content to sit in the afternoon sun that streamed in through the skylights as he looked for the man he'd arranged to meet. He had no idea what to expect, but somehow he had a feeling this wouldn't go any better than his meeting with Hitsugaya had gone so many days ago. Even now he could see the deceptively young looking little fellow sitting on one of the other couches, busily scribbling notes.

Armand had to harden his heart against the pang of guilt. He had no reason to feel shunned and excluded by anything Hitsugaya had done. Armand himself had declined to take up with the leader to avoid both having to lie about his own honor and risking his rejection. It still hurt. The Arts & Crafts Club seemed to be getting things done. His own little group of night comrades couldn't quite say the same thing.

As a potential leader, Citan Uzuki left much to desire in that he never seemed willing to advance his own ideas. Morrison seemed more likely to fit the mold but again, his training as a subordinate worked against his taking the lead. And Armand knew in his bones that he was no leader himself, not unless where one wanted to be led was to dishonor and disaster. When he was feeling well, Armand knew that he could keep details in his head better than most gave him credit. But his mind tended to scatter under stress.

Damn.

Now he had nothing to do but wait with his own sour, brooding reqrets.

[muted-flame.livejournal.com]

Checking in with Hughes almost always had Roy feeling better, even if all they seemed to talk about was how bad things were and how long they had been held here. It wasn't like he was in denial about their situation, after all, but just getting to talk to his friend (regardless of what they were discussing) tended to pick his mood up.

He couldn't explain it, but he figured it was one of those things that didn't require any explanation.

The last shift before dinner required him to track down a patient based on a rather limited description, so Roy had to do a good amount of searching around before he found someone who met the description. Even then, he couldn't be sure, so he was properly professional as he walked up to the seated man.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe we spoke over the bulletin board earlier today...?" He could have asked his name, but he honestly wasn't sure how to pronounce it, and he didn't need to start off this meeting by butchering the man's name.

[not-rly-fai.livejournal.com]

Lunch had been a frightening experience. The men he'd met with didn't appear terribly intimidating, but Yuuhi could tell they were both cunning and had felt fairly helpless to defy either of them. He could receive useful information from them though, that was what mattered. If they found out how to revive someone, then... then he wouldn't have to carry this terrible guilt around any longer. He could bring back Fai and they could save Ashura and... and they might even be happy.

As soon as the nurse wheeled him into the Sun Room though, he caught sight of several faces he'd hoped to avoid. Kurogane was already there, talking with Rukia. Renji as well, in fact, it seemed like there were several of those shinigami in this room. The nurse told him he wasn't ready for games just yet though, and, despite his weak protests, sat him at a table (thankfully), away from the majority of the people there.

He didn't have much to do, but then... he couldn't really do much either. He'd left his books in his room, there were no fun crafts in here... though a nap did sound very nice. The nurse helped him sit back a little in his chair and though it wasn't terribly comfortable, it wasn't bad. In the warmth of the sunlight, it was easy to drift off.

[contentincloset.livejournal.com]

Since having breakfast, Kurogane had spoken with three people and now knew a lot more about Fai's actions than the Magician would have ever wanted. He knew about the incident involving the Mimic monster, about Robin Cross, about the things upstairs, and about what Fai particularly wanted upstairs. Adding that to what he already knew about Fai's visitor and his insistence on needing to stay, Kurogane had enough to warrant a serious conversation with the blonde. He'd had enough in other worlds really, just going off of Fai's obvious lies, but this confrontation had more to it. Some specific things.

"Oy," he said to get Fai out of his daze of a nap. He didn't want to give Fai any chances to get out of this, but he was going to give him one thing. "You have one chance to tell me everything that's happened to you here, and say what it is you're after on the second floor."

It was as calm an order as he could manage, though the restraint in his tone would be easy for the magician to pick up on.

[small-fortune.livejournal.com]

[Free]
Another shift, another afternoon of stalking the boards. Lunch had gone well--somehow, he'd managed to get another serving, though not quite as big as his first one. Enough that he felt in a good enough mood to be volunteering for tasks that weren't his idea, anyway.

Well, if he didn't have specific plans, he'd probably spend the night in his own room, cross-referencing notes some more. Although he did have those magazines...

Still, finding something productive to do at night would keep the rest of him busy, and busy was much better than alone and brooding. Maybe the parts of his mind that were still unsatisfied, even after last night's adventure, would get a chance to come out to play. For a cause, no less.

[blacksustenance.livejournal.com]

[Hopefully it's okay to jump in?]

He'd actually been in a room with Parker and been civil. Brock was shocked at himself. He was also feeling a little embarrassed. Symbiote aside, he'd always been able to come out on top of Parker (if not literally as they'd have liked), and while his methods might have been morally questionable, he still refused to consider the fact that they could act like people together.

Kind of hard to when they were both freaks...only they were at opposite ends on the morality spectrum: Parker was all for wasting his powers on people who didn't give a shit. He on the other hand wasn't. And Brock lived every day with this twisting hate the symbiote had for Parker's rejection inside him warring for its desire to go back to what it once had. The idea of the two of them getting all buddy-buddy gave him the shivers. It felt wrong.

If they were going to get Parker, it wasn't going to be just because they started holding doors for him and getting disgustingly nice.

That wasn't how his Other did things. It certainly wasn't how Brock thought things should end up.

Brock ended up choosing the Sun Room for this shift. He figured that Parker was a big enough nerd to want to play chess; personally, he needed some time to himself to think about how his last two meals had been, with Logan the Shortass Canuck and Peter Parker, Your-Friendly-Neighborhood-Spider-man. If Parker was in the same room with them, there probably wouldn't be a lot of thinking getting done on Brock's part.

Unfortunately, his nurse decided that he needed to be less anti-social and actually start talking to more people. She pushed him over to a kid who looked like he was Parker's age, saying: "Why don't you make friends with Albert here? It's always nice to meet new faces."

The blond gave a kind of noncommittal sigh as she left, turning toward "Albert". "Hi. I guess I'm supposed to make friends with you," he said dryly.

[quickdrawbkiddo.livejournal.com]

Beatrix headed into the Sun Room after lunch and moved over to examine the bulletin board while she waited for Skuld. This was going to be an interesting conversation.

[innovator-skuld.livejournal.com]

Skuld stopped in the middle of the room and looked around. Tall woman, short blond hair... there. "Hi," she said, walking up to her. "Arlene, right?"

She wasn't totally sure how to conduct herself here, so she settled on "professional" more than anything else. The woman herself was giving no clues she could read; at least it was daytime and the room was crowded, in case something went badly. She'd seen enough fights to know it could happen.

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

[open for pestering, but you will get ditched partway through. Poke the princess at your own risk >:} ]

Falis was still rubbing her temple when she left the cafeteria and headed into the Creepy Sun Room after her science lesson from Ami. It made her head hurt. It didn't take long for that skin-crawling feeling that she wasw being watched hit her and the princess watched the staff walking on the balcony overhead again, checking to see if they'd changed their patterns from earlier.

Seeming like they were still the same, Falis scanned the room and located Kagura real quick. She started over to her, but stopped when she got closer upon seeing the other girl talking to that boy with the white hair she'd saved a couple nights back. He looked all stern and Jodou-like, so the bounty hunter took up a position leaning against the wall and watched the two.

As soon as Kagura was free, the bounty hunter was going to get a look at that bite wound. She wanted to be within listening range, but she liked Kagura and decided she wouldn't intrude in on the conversation. She'd just watch her from afar until she noticed it and it bothered her enough to excuse herself from the boy.

Falis nodded to herself, arms crossed - good plan.

[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

[[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/326670.html?thread=26581006#t26581006)]]

Kagura was a little bit wary approaching the other girl after the strange way she'd been trying to get her attention (at least she assumed the girl was trying to get her attention, she'd be a little embarrassed if it was anything else). She walked over shyly, wondering what it was the princess wanted.

"Ah... hime?" she asked, looking at the other curiously.

[jei.livejournal.com]

[reserved for River, I think?]

Still feeling cranky from the meeting with Crawford and Schuldig, Farfarello slouched down into a moderately unoccupied corner of the crowded Sun Room and closed his eye briefly. What a mess this place made of Schwarz.

He was supposed to be meeting with River this shift. He hoped the crazy bint would remember.

[theycutitout.livejournal.com]

River was in a better mood, dancing with contentedness before the night came but always keeping caution ready to cut in while it waited in the wings. She had missions and dates to keep, and there couldn't be any delay. Not in the whole of it. Though she still favored her right leg, it wasn't much of a challenge to apply just the right amount of pressure and move at nearly 87% of her normal movement range.

"You wanted a dance?" she asked when she approached Farfarello, sporting a curious smile.

[i-promised.livejournal.com]

[free for poking! :D]

Normally, one would be correct assuming that Zoro was in the Sun Room to nap. And it probably looked that way with the swordsman half-draped on a couch, snoring of all things.

Zoro, however, wasn't asleep. He had a specific reason for coming to the Sun Room and by the way he was already carelessly asleep, he'd found her.

By the bulletin board. A woman swordsman, huh?

He didn't bother hiding himself or the fact that he was mostly staring her down through closed eyes. If she was worth her salt, she'd notice. Zoro was too curious not to experiment.

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

[I hope a Kenshin will be satisfactory?]

The nurses had actually allowed Kenshin to take a quick shower between shifts to get the last of the burrito mess out of his hair. His nurse had muttered something about not wanting Kenshin to smell like a "cheap Mexican buffet for the next week," and while he wasn't entirely sure what that meant, he understood and appreciated the sentiment. He didn't really enjoy smelling like a "cheap Mexican buffet."

He didn't see Sanosuke in the Sun Room, so he flopped down on the nearest chair to take a much-needed nap, close to a man who appeared to be doing the same thing.

Appeared to be.

Opening one eye, Kenshin looked him over. "Who are you watching so intently (if you don't mind the intrusion)?"

[broken-exorcist.livejournal.com]

[[continued from lunch]]

The conversation wasn't getting any less awkward and Allen groaned inwardly when Rinali suggested they continue it in the other room. He shot Aidou a dirty look when he could manage it without being in Rinali's field of vision, just so the boy knew there weren't any delusions about what he thought of him.

He pulled out a chair for Rinali as they reached a table, then took one himself, leaving Aidou to fend for himself. He wasn't openly rude, not yet. "Hm, well, I don't know if discussing stories about the order would be a good idea," he supplied, "most of them aren't for the faint of heart."

While it was true, there was also the order itself to consider. They were fairly careful about information. If not, they'd have announced openly things about Akuma... and Exorcists as well.

[idolism]

Aidou ignored Allen, and with a few good decades of practice at it, it was the proverbial hand in the face when he slipped in between them, walking at Rinali's side. Still, the vampire radiated goodwill and cheer like a miniature sun. And he hadn't even needed to practice that.

He took a chair at the head of the table, sticking his feet up on the mahogany surface.

"Aw, tell me a little bit, Rinali-chan," said the vampire, giving a very exaggerated pout before his features smoothed out again. He folded his hands over his stomach lazily. Good thing it was going on to early morning (for him), so there was little sun. "I always like hearing about my friends'."

[godhood.livejournal.com]

[Waiting for Misa, Hikaru, and Kaoru.]

As important as getting enough sleep was for him to be able to concentrate, spending both of the last two shifts unconscious had not been the most ideal way of going about catching up on it. Light hadn't realized he'd been that tired either, but then he supposed that it was better that he'd caught up today and missed two shifts than allowed his reasoning abilities to degenerate further and miss more of a day than he already had. He just had to stay optimistic.

... Easier said than done, in a place like this, but at least he could say he made the effort.

Sighing, he relaxed on one of the Sun Room's many couches and focused on waking up the rest of the way. Once he'd done that, it would be time to find someone new to talk to, or, quite possibly, to simply eavesdrop on L's conversation as closely as he could without being noticed. A combination of both would be best, but depending on the circumstances, it may be better to focus on just one. He'd found out which one it was soon enough.

[kirasonlyone.livejournal.com]

"LIGHT!" Misa spared no time running over and half-tackling Light's arm the moment she spotted him. She'd been busy that day, true, and though she really should have been looking for one of those Arts and Crafts people now her Light was there and, well...

She'd missed him.

Not to mention he'd missed lunch! Ooooh...

"Misa's so glad you're here. We both went to the same place! Isn't that wonderful? Oh, oh! I met Lord, I mean, Tamaki earlier during lunch! He seems really nice, you guys are friends right? I offered to help out in the clinic once in a while. You don't mind, do you? We're going to make cute hats to wear, so Misa can be a sexy nurse for Light." She squeezed at his arm affectionately. "And OH! You didn't go to lunch earlier! Are you hungry? Don't skip out on meals like that! It's not healthy, you know!"

And then she batted at his arm once in a slightly scolding manner.

[broken-babylon.livejournal.com]

[waiting for Hokuto, eventually]

Somehow the rather gloomy conversation Subaru had had during lunch had worn him out more than he'd have expected. Maybe it was partly because he'd never gotten around to really eating much, as a result. So, he curled up in a nice sunny spot in the Sun Room, and closed his eyes for a nap.

[akarusa.livejournal.com]

[[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/326400.html?thread=26555136#t26555136).]]

Hokuto had meant to just curl up with Subaru, maybe even take a nap with him, but... so much for that. She half-ran to the couch and grabbed her twin tight, hugging him as close as she could without hurting him; she didn't ever want to let him go.

And someday, she would have to.

[offduty.livejournal.com]

[for Dean~]

The good conversations always got cut off short. Dammit. Oh, well. Maybe Reno could track that guy down later. It was definitely hella useful to have a name he could pull out as an instant cure for boredom should he ever need it.

He sat down on one of the couches and eyed the people around him casually, letting the few snippets of conversation float by without concentrating much on them.

[rectifies.livejournal.com]

Of the two choices available, Ken decided the Sun Room was his next destination. The Game Room sounded pleasant enough, but a part of him felt the lounge would be more peaceful. He was still in danger of a migraine, and besides, it never hurt to have some quiet.

The boy climbed up on the nearest available couch and closed his eyes. Others were already out and about the setting, but he paid them little mind.