Day 32: Cafeteria, Breakfast

[darwinism]

Sylar's gears were still turning as the nurse and a burly orderly escorted him down long halls and through a strange, sunlit room. He'd been forced to drop his pen when the orderly had seen it, and since then, he'd realized that this place had better security than he'd originally anticipated, as well as a large population of patients. It looked like he'd have to bide his time for now, pretending to be this 'Zachary Blaine' and trying to figure out how the hell he'd gotten here.

His mind went over and over the events in Mohinder's lab, tracing every second that led up to his unconsciousness. According to the computer logs and the decked-out loft, Mohinder was working for the Company now, so had that woman with the electricity been an operative? Was this all a Company front? Even so, it didn't make sense for them to drop him off somewhere without any close supervision. They knew how dangerous he was. How special he was.

But right now, his abilities had been nullified and he was left only with the option of playing along. It was a very good thing that it was something he excelled at, even with his sudden loss of the cure clouding his thoughts and telling him to do something drastic.

Still, it was fun to take ahold of strings and let someone think they were pulling him when in fact he was the puppetmaster. Who knew? Maybe he could find a new toy now that his last one had worn out.

Sylar took his syrup-covered waffle to a table and tried to keep track of both the security and the people flooding in. Soon, he'd find an opening, a weak link he could exploit. It was only a matter of time.

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[udo-retrovirus.livejournal.com]

Well, that little excursion had gone nicely, after the ghost-child incident. Junior, Edgeworth, and Sanosuke had managed to pretty well clear out the bathroom. The night had ended before they could get back to someone's room, but when he woke up, Junior had found some of the materials in a makeshift curtain-bag beside his bed. He'd managed to hide it away in his closet before the nurse came in, and had gone with her happily to the cafeteria.

A successful mission like this always put him in a good mood. He'd really kinda missed things like this, an in-and-out job. Get it done and come on 'home'. And from what Edgeworth had told Homura over the bulletin board, they all had some of the materials.

They didn't have any more of those pigs in blankets today, but waffles were always welcome to the redhead. He grabbed two large ones, covered them with whipped cream and strawberries, and grabbed a glass of orange juice before going to take a seat.

In the back of his mind, he did sort of wonder if the ghost-child would try to find any of them again tonight, but he tried to ignore that as he dug into his waffles. After all, maybe it had just been for the night and maybe it'd get distracted with something else.

[for-marian.livejournal.com]

While not quite as excellent as cinnamon rolls, waffles were definitely a welcome breakfast choice, for Leon. He piled on the syrup, and whipped cream, and some fruit as well just for good measure. Hopefully no riot would interrupt his enjoyment of this sweet breakfast treat.

Mindful of keeping the nurses off his back--and of maybe genuinely trying to practice making allies--Leon chose someone who seemed relatively pleasant, but not too chirpy, to sit with. "Hello."

[udo-retrovirus.livejournal.com]

Junior was almost halfway done with the first waffle when someone sat down across from him. He looked up and gave the guy a smile, then swallowed what was in his mouth so he'd be able to talk.

"Good morning," he replied, then took a drink. "I'm Junior." As he spoke, Junior hoped that it was at least an okay morning for the other guy. He didn't want to start a conversation off on the wrong foot if the guy needed cheering up.

[for-marian.livejournal.com]

'Junior' seemed like a rather incomplete name, to Leon, but he fully understood not wanting to admit to who one's father was, so he didn't question it openly. "I'm Leon Magnus."

And then, after basic introductions, came the part that Leon was terrible at--small talk. He thought about it for a moment, and decided that there were two logical options: talk about the food, or talk about their nights. Since he'd accomplished nothing useful the night before, the food seemed the less humiliating topic. "Uhm. The waffles are good...?"

[udo-retrovirus.livejournal.com]

Junior nodded. "Nice to meet ya, Leon." Then he dug into the waffle again, taking another large bite.

Another talk about the food for breakfast? It sure did get conversations rolling. Junior swallowed the waffle, coughing a little as it lodged in his throat for a second. "You got that right," he replied, nodding again. "Can't remember the last time I had waffles like this." Or really any of this food, eggs aside. A lot of the stuff they'd been serving the last few days were treats to the redhead.

He polished off the first waffle before sitting back in the chair and looking at his table mate. "So where are you from?" Maybe, just once, it'd be a place he'd heard of.

[for-marian.livejournal.com]

"I'm from Seinegald." Leon shook his head and added, ruefully, "No one here has heard of it, so I don't expect you have, either."

[udo-retrovirus.livejournal.com]

Okay, touchy subject. "Hey, you never know," he replied, shrugging. "Still means you can meet people from all sorts of different places." It really all depended on who you talked to. To Junior, even a farm life was interesting, having come from higher-tech places. It might not beat finding someone from a place that you knew, but it was still helped you to get to know other people better.

Near as the redhead could tell, it was almost necessary to get to know people who weren't from your homes here. The larger the group of people working together, the sooner they could get the hell out.

Junior took a bite out of his other waffle before continuing. "Well, it works both ways. I'm from a place called Second Miltia, and I doubt you've heard of it."