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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[small-fortune.livejournal.com]

Come to think of it, Mark had probably been taken from the most free time he'd ever enjoyed, back on Beta Colony. True, there was therapy, and his mother checking on him through his grandmother (and what a concept that was!) and Kareen had been watching out for him too since she'd arrived, but in all, those influences were more welcome than not. And it wasn't as though they were enforced by shockstick-point. Or needle-point. He eyed one of the nurses a bit more balefully.

"Frankly, I think this place is more designed to make people go nuts."

[blacksustenance.livejournal.com]

"I get you there," Brock said, thinking of River. He hadn't seen her around much recently, but she had a special brand of crazy that you could see even on that damned bulletin board. He was of the private opinion that Landels had something to do with it. "Good luck staying sane," he said and meant it.

While he didn't consider himself the nicest guy on the block - not by a long shot - Brock did think that he could reign in his dickish tendencies every now and then. Some people just seemed like decent guys, like Peter (the other one) and Mark here, and while in the end, it wouldn't matter who was sane or not nor who survived, he could at least wish Mark luck, at least.

[small-fortune.livejournal.com]

Maybe a little late to wish that, but it wasn't the fault of this place, and Mark took the wish in the way it had clearly been intended, nodding back. "Thanks. Same to you." Or may you go insane in a manner to your own liking.

Well, it was a manly conversation, at least. Short and to the point. Mark looked over the board, wrote down a few more meetings. Out of idle curiosity as much as a desire to know (he was fairly sure of the answer already) he asked, "You work with any of the groups at night?"

[blacksustenance.livejournal.com]

"Not regularly," Brock said. Whatever he did with Parker was more of an impulse and the urge to look after their property than any real planning. Groups weren't usually how they rolled. "You?"

From what he'd seen, most people didn't run solo. Maybe with a partner, maybe with a group, but you'd have to be either lucky or just that much of a survivalist badass to truck through it night after night by yourself.

[small-fortune.livejournal.com]

"A couple. Sometimes big ones, and sometimes just with people I've met." That was actually a long list, considering he'd been here less than a week, he thought. But even when he'd wandered off on his own, somehow he'd found company. Maybe it was just luck--or a sign of how crowded this place was.

What are you talking about? Even if you go alone you're still part of a group! It was a humorous observation, though one he couldn't deny. "It's easier that way." He was sure the other man would think of Mark's height and weight as part of that equation, even if he already kind of liked Eddie for not paying much attention to the physical differences between the two of them. Then again, compared to some people around here, Mark wasn't really that strange looking at all.