Day 32: Sun Room (2nd shift)

[heraldric.livejournal.com]

After the couple glasses of water Leon managed to gulp down during breakfast, the mage felt immensely better. He was still a bit tired, but that was nothing a little lounging on one of the sofas wouldn't cure. Stretching his arms above his head, he couldn't help but wish he'd had the chance to grab one of his new doctor's coats before leaving his room that morning. Maybe they would have let him get away with wearing it. Maybe.

He grabbed an empty sofa, pulling out the journal he tried to keep on him at all times. It was nearly complete now. Just a couple more pages to go. It might not improve his spellcasting that much, but any improvement was better than none. It was getting to where it might be too dangerous for him to use spells at all, if it left him so worn out without even finishing a monster off.

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[willhexabitch.livejournal.com]

All of this fucking routinely bullshit was driving him nuts. Couldn’t avoid the pun, even if he wanted.

Without further ado, Reid threw himself into a chair in the Sun Room with the notebook he’d bitched at his nurse to go grab. It was heavier than anything he could have used in the caf, which was good, but making a big show over testing his own goddamn Power like he was thirteen-years old again blew. But it was the best he could think of off the top of his head.

Tossing it onto the table in front of him, poised between the two feet he had propped on the table’s edge, he bit restlessly at his thumb nail. And then tried to probe the core of his magic. Maybe it was better if Tyler wasn’t around to see this.

[valyns-shadow.livejournal.com]

Shadow snacked on an apple as he was escorted into the Sunroom, looking around for a familiar face. He was in a good mood and he wanted to spread it around. Tonight he had a plan, or at least, he and Valyn had thought up a plan and it gave him hope that tonight wouldn't be just another useless attempt at finding information. Plus, his arm was feeling much better after his 'rest' and that was enough to make anyone smile.

Glancing around the room, Shadow noticed Reid sitting over in the corner staring intently at a notebook. Shadow sighed, remembering the mess he had caused yesterday. Well, it was time to apologize for being a grel's ass and start again. The human wasn't that bad after all. He just took some getting used to and Shadow had infinite patience. Close to infinite patience, at least.

"Hi," he greeted Reid, standing next to the table. "Something interesting about that notebook? I don't think it will start talking, unfortunately. Sing, maybe, but that's only if you quit staring at it. It's a bit shy, I suspect."

[tyki-pon.livejournal.com]

"What do you mean I ain't allowed to smoke?" Tyki protested. They had only just entered the sun room and his request for a cigarette was denied already. That was something the Noah couldn't very easily accept.

"Now now, João. We are in a mental hospital, of course you can't smoke." The nurse explained calmly. "It's not only bad for your own health, but also for the other patients. It's better if you don't smoke at all."

So? He wanted, no, needed his cigarettes. For a chain-smoker such as Tyki Mikk, this was a problem. A huge problem. The possibility of nicotine with-drawl was enough to make the Noah of Pleasure more irritated than usual.

"Eh? But I.." he began, but wasn't even allowed to finish his protest, or even the (somewhat lame) argument that would follow.

"No buts, João. We are here help to help you. I'm sure you'll be fine." the nurse said on a stern tone. "Now, please make yourself comfortable on one of the couches." And with that, she left him to his devices. Of course, without any cigarettes.

The hobo made a face. This definitely sucked. He plopped down on one of the couches, leaning his head on one of his hands as he shot a soar expression to the nurses further away. He'd just sink through the floor right now and escape, except he had no idea what had happened to the Tease. He guessed he needed to find that out first. Perhaps he could avoid a scolding if he did. And there was still the issue of how he actually got here in the first place.

He let out a sigh. How bothersome...

What a way to start the day.

[ooc: unknowingly waiting for Rhode]

[sugarsweetblood.livejournal.com]

Ururu needed to loosen up and try to have more fun! This place was such a pain that there really was nothing else you could do than break the rules you'd normally follow so long as the people in white didn't care. And they definitely didn't care about sticky fingers! Or, well, the nurse had gotten a little cross for having to wipe Rhode's hands off after Breakfast, but it wasn't like she'd come to stop her or anything. That meant it wasn't a rule!

She skipped into the Sun Room ahead of her nurse and looked around a per her usual. There had to be someone who'd play with her; at least half of those here had white hair! And maybe Allen Walker would end up on a couch again! That had been so much fun, even if she didn't understand why that nurse had said it was a bad thing. She'd only been cuddling with him. What was so wrong about that?

Spotting some silver, she almost moved towards it, but found herself stopping short. Before she'd seen that one she was almost sure that...! Her head turned to one of the other couches she'd looked over for a lack of a white-haired victim, just to be sure. Black hair, messy (very), and sort of dark skin, but not Noah dark. And those goofy glasses! No cigarette in his mouth, but sometimes he didn't have one like that. Sometimes meaning rarely. "Tyki...?" she mouthed out, not believing what she was seeing. Tyki, or more that bum of a human he liked goofing around as was slouching into one of the couches. Here! She only stared a moment longer before storming over.

"Tyki!" she demanded, now in front of him with her hands at her waste and her face scrunched up angrily. "You're late!" Which was only one part of his problem.

[son-ofkrypton.livejournal.com]

[Unknowingly waiting for Obi-Wan]

The first thing Clark did when he entered the Sun Room was to home in on the nearest window and plunk down in the most sunny seat. He visibly relaxed as the morning's light passed over him - it was still a little weak, but warming up as the morning went on - and settled back in the armchair, stretching out his legs. The sunlight made it easier for him to open up his notebook and look down again at Dr. Burroughs' list of the dead.

Someone's got to know about these people, he frowned down at the list, feeling the sun on the back his neck. They listed these all as "accidents" or "suicides", but for all they knew, they had been patients who'd been here before. The question was if these deaths had happened during the night or during that shift between the night and the dawn intercom post, when there were missing hours.

[braidless.livejournal.com]

As it'd turned out, the Jedi had spent most of last night meditating. He certainly hadn't meant to, but it'd been easy to lose himself in his mental exercises, and it'd also been one of those times where the night had seemed a bit shorter than he'd expected.

He hadn't intended to sleep through breakfast at all, though. He'd been stunned to discover it was already nearly 2nd shift when he finally woke up, and with a troubled frown, he was escorted by his nurse to the sun room. It wasn't missing a meal that bothered him so much (though he knew he couldn't get into that kind of habit), as it was the fact that he'd slept in at all. Normally he was better about using the time allotted to him in the day.

Well, there wasn't much he could do now except try to make sure it didn't happen again.

Deciding it was good to mingle with some more patients, Obi-Wan spotted a young man looking in his notebook. He seemed troubled, so the Jedi slowly approached him.

"Good morning," he said. "Mind if I sit here for a bit?"

[gray-gambit.livejournal.com]

Lia's daze had scarcely begun to dissipate by the time her nurse dropped her off in the sun room, leaving her settled into one of the surprisingly comfortable chairs with an admonition to behave herself. She sat utterly still, gaze fixed only half-seeing on one of the paintings decorating the walls. It was a struggle to force her circling thoughts to slow or aim themselves at anything coherent, but as the seconds ticked by she managed to regain something approximating equilibrium. It didn't help much, as the place into which she had awoken still felt utterly, horribly alien, but at least she felt a little steadier, or perhaps could convince herself of such.

She set about making slow order of her thoughts, which ran mostly toward the questions she needed answers to. The nurse hadn't been helpful over the few she'd managed to rouse herself to ask, and had continued to insist upon calling her by the name she'd been greeted with upon waking. It seemed ludicrous, but the woman honestly seemed to believe that Lia was this other person, someone she'd neither met nor heard of in her life. She wondered if any of the other people in this place knew any more, and even more pertinently, if it would be safe to ask.

[thesadist]

Daemon had enjoyed a quiet breakfast lost in thought and quite a bit of worry. There were things on his mind and a frown on his lips as his nurse escorted him into the Sunroom. Out of every room in this place, this one was probably his least favorite, despite its bright and cheerful appearance.

Memories weren't the focus of this thoughts, however, as he stopped abruptly three paces into the room, golden eyes widening. There was a faintly familiar presence, a whiff of a female psychic scent that tickled at the back of his mind. A friend or foe? Who was it?

His narrowed gaze searched the room intently, searching for the source. He finally found her, a young woman sitting alone in a chair, looking pale and bewildered. As this place often had that effect on people, this didn't surprise him.

He knew her, he recognized her, and he searched his memory for a name that matched that face. Not coming up with one right away, he made his way towards her, approaching slowly and carefully, as he didn't want to startle her. This witch wore the Grey, and while the Institute limited all of them, it was never wise to underestimate a dark-jeweled witch.

"Lady?" It was both a greeting and inquiry as he stopped a few steps from her, sinking into an acceptably polite bow, his golden gaze locked intently on her face as he waited for acknowledgement.

[idolism]

_{[Emo vamp reserved for Rinali. D:]}

Breakfast had been more than he’d expected, but overall the conversation with Takaya had been neither a welcome surprise or an unwelcome one. It had simply been... unexpected. It left an empty taste in his mouth. Too much for him to want to sift through and process, but not enough to ease the turmoil in him. Just enough to leave more to think about, and right at that moment, the vampire only had his own actions and words circling his thoughts.

He still felt dirty, like there was a miasma around him, a gnawing onus.

Aidou pulled a chair away from the others and sat down, propping his chin up and looking to the window panels overhead. He squinted, the sunlight especially bright to his nocturnal eyes, but had no desire to nap or escape the day time.

[boot-i-licious.livejournal.com]

Rinali couldn't believe she had slept through breakfast. She didn't feel tired, but for whatever reason she couldn't pull herself out of bed until the second shift. She hadn't even heard the nurse telling her it was time, integrating her words into strange dreams where her brother kept telling her to wake up, as if this entire experience at landel's was all one horrible nightmare.

She was dissapointed when she woke and found her brother's voice the dream, and this place the cruel reality.

She went out to the sun room, scanning the room for Allen, then saw Aidou sitting away from everyone else. "Aidou," she said pleasantly, walking over to him and sitting next to him. "Good morning!"

[manhattan-red.livejournal.com]

Brooklyn left the lunch room feeling particularly sorry for one Danny Phantom. Despite the fact that he'd been nearly beaten to death by glowing green energy the night before last, it was hard to stay angry at someone when they hadn't been completely responsible for their actions. And he was so young! It was going to mess with him terribly, having to deal with the aftermath of what he'd done then. At least Vlad seemed forgiving, and he'd been hurt far worse.

The gargoyle made himself comfortable somewhere he'd be easily noticed. That patient who was supposedly a dragon outside of the Institute had wanted to meet him this shift, and far be it from Brooklyn to disappoint. He couldn't help but wonder what a dragon turned human would look like. Probably huge and muscular with deep brown skin. Could you really be a creature like that originally and not still look fearsome even when you were made human?

[adorkabledragon.livejournal.com]

Keman hated to disappoint, of course, but he was hardly fearsome-looking at the moment. The boy who approached Brooklyn was fairly tall, but he was skinny and pale, with a mop of curly brown hair that went every which way and covered his eyes half the time. Everything about him was perfectly mundane. At the moment, his single most striking feature was the sling on his left arm that kept his injured shoulder from having to support any weight on its own.

Brooklyn was much easier to spot. Once he'd found a teenager with long, white hair done up in a ponytail, the young dragon-turned-halfblood made his way over. "Ah, hello," he said politely. He had absolutely no idea what a "gargoyle" was, but from Brooklyn's descriptions of himself on the board, it seemed fairly close to Kin-shape. And...there was something he needed to ask him.

"You're...the gargoyle, right? I'm Keman. Sorry to call you out on the board like that..."

[misterprince.livejournal.com]

Well, Brook had been just as energetic as he remembered. Sanji had no doubt at all that he and Luffy would get along fine - whether the musician was a skeleton or not. He still wasn't sure what to think about what revelations Brook had provided them about their future, but he was going to try not to dwell on it too much. He hadn't said anything negative, and that was just fine with him.

Taking a seat at one of the tables, he allowed himself to stretch his legs out and just relax. The wounds on his back ached in protest at this, but they'd healed just enough by now that he could ignore it. His eyes roamed the room, trying to pick out Nami but not seeing anyone. Perhaps it was just too early.

She had to be all right. He'd gotten over his fever, hadn't he?

[transgenix.livejournal.com]

[Hope you don't mind pestering? Otherwise I can delete.]

Max was restless still after last night, and after a quiet breakfast, she entered the Sun Room looking for something to do. Finding a young man sitting by himself at one of the tables, Max headed in his direction and paused at his side, cocking her head to the side curiously as she regarded him.

"Waiting for someone or am I interrupting your nap?" she spoke in greeting, wondering if he minded company.

[roses-bleues.livejournal.com]

Mmmm, Diva remembered playing this game sometimes… Picking people out of the crowd by the echoing taste of their blood, thinking whether they’d make a good Chevalier, a regular Chiropteran, or a test subject for Amshel. Just like how some kids would amuse themselves by picking out signs or vehicles on a long road trip, it was something that had made Diva laugh. Carl and Nathan enjoyed playing.

It was a secret between her and James, but every once and a while he would play with her too--his suggestions were usually about who might taste good to Mama.

For now, it was the game Diva found herself playing: listening to heartbeats, wishing for her children, watching for openings, thinking about nightfall. Night time would benefit her, it seemed. She had yet to come across anything that could subdue her during the night. Then, she’d use the results of the game to feed and find a suitable Chevalier.

[deathbymidget.livejournal.com]

[Hope it's okay?]

Somehow, Hiei's nurse found a new way to annoy him each time he saw the woman. Now she was going on about how so very proud she was that Hiei had held a conversation over breakfast, and how he didn't try to hit Simon, and didn't he want to try that more often?

About then, all Hiei wanted to try was stabbing the woman in the face, but sedation wasn't worth the effort at the moment. Besides, it would be much better to wait until night, when the demon could freely move about without having to worry about the chipper humans and their needles.

That didn't mean Hiei was going to listen to the woman a moment longer than he had to, however, and the small demon set a fast pace to the Sun Room. Without her prompting, he headed towards the first single person he saw, deciding that even if he only stayed long enough to make the blasted woman go away, it was better than being hounded for another moment longer.

Of course, that didn't mean Hiei had to actually talk. He sat on the couch without a word, barely sparing the woman a glance.

[sixth-scents.livejournal.com]

Following Naminé's advice about the bulletin board, Zexion had asked his nurse to take him to the Sun Room. It had been a pleasant surprise to find that the Sun Room was the location where he would be spending his time next. It wasn't hard to locate the bulletin board; it was placed in the middle of the east wall.

He walked over and studied the board. The process seemed very clear; one wrote a message and then stuck it on the board. After reviewing the various posts, he added his own to the mix. Trusting Naminé was correct about the bulletin board's reliability, he started to read the other posts, seeking anything informative about the institute.

[Unbeknownst to him, he's waiting for the Melodious Nocturne, Demyx]

[sitard3d.livejournal.com]

Whether or not eating was actually necessary for a Nobody, Demyx tended to opt for it, since it felt more normal and he'd done what he could to preserve a semblance of a normal life since he'd lost his. That he'd missed breakfast had actually been entirely accidental, as his increasingly-frustrated nurse had spent the better part of an hour fielding her charge's baffled questions(several of which were repeated multiple times with only minor changes in wording, simply because Demyx didn't believe or couldn't comprehend the answers). It had only been once she'd mentioned joining the other patients that he'd finally been prepared to leave his room at all, and that was primarily because he was hoping to find someone more cooperative to interrogate.

Besides, if he'd wound up here, there was a chance some of the other members of the Organization had too, right? And regardless of the strangeness of the situation, there was one rock-solid fact Demyx clung to as a constant - the rest of the Organization tended to have a better idea of what was going on than he ever did. So the key was to find one of the other members and ask them questions. (A bonus was that they couldn't possibly get annoyed, although they did tend to get bored and walk away after awhile.)

To Demyx's immense relief, his little hypothesis evidently held water; it only took a minute of scanning the surprisingly bright room (and it was nice to be on sunlit worlds as a change from the monotony that was The World That Never Was, whether or not his pleasure was genuine) to spot a person with silver hair. And while the man was facing away from him, the height that was just a bit too tall to be a teenager yet too short to be anything else was instantly identifiable - Zexion.

In a way, it was kind of weird; he'd expected other Organization members to be here, but not those of the Castle Oblivion contingent. Yet in retrospect, was it any stranger for them to be here after they'd been destroyed than for any of the other Nobodies?

Oh, well. Leave the musing to the people who were better at it. Demyx shook the thought from his head and moved quickly towards the younger and yet still senior Nobody, smiling more from relief than because he had any illusions about getting a smile in return. "Hey!"

[31st-of-china.livejournal.com]

Sanzo's first impulse was to scan the room, looking for that familiar black hair and eyes. He wouldn't put it past Homura to enjoy what happened yesterday's breakfast shift. The fucker would probably gloat about it too, probably thought that he'd even "won" that round.

The priest's fist, wrapped in bandages from his wrist to his shoulder, clenched. So far, it looked like there wasn't any sign of the dickwipe.

The day in solitary had been a long one, boring as hell, but it didn't stop the homocidal urges the monk was still feeling towards Homura. He was still feeling (somewhat) satisfied with that punch yesterday, but knowing Homura, that wasn't going to be enough.

There'd been consequences to attacking him besides Solitary, and he wouldn't count on the same luck as last night with the door.

That gun was looking very tempting. It'd be a waste of a bullet, but in the long-term, he'd be saving his sanity. He'd listen to his first instinct this time, track him down during one of the nightshifts. This time he'd stay the fuck back too.

As far as Sanzo was concerned, Homura was filth, no better than the scum that had gotten in his way more than once. He just spoke fairer than most; the worst part was that some small part of Sanzo had actually listened to him that night, and spared his life. That was a mistake.

Homura wasn't even worth the single bullet, but Sanzo would make that sacrifice.

[human-sponge.livejournal.com]

Peter was glad that he had gotten to have a good talk with his brother, though at the same time it seemed to have brought up more questions than answers. That seemed to be the name of the game when it came to Landel's -- though he wasn't sure if this place had anything to do with the Nathan's "miracle" or the fact that they remembered things differently.

Glad to hear that he wasn't going to subjected to any therapy, Peter was led into the Sun Room. He considered scanning the bulletin posts, but there was a lot to go through and he wasn't really up to it at the moment. Maybe later on in the day, but for now he figured he would take the nurse's suggestion and relax.

Peter noticed Brooklyn, but it seemed like the young man was waiting for someone, so he went to sit by himself instead. He wondered if Nathan was going to have to go to therapy - chances were he would not be pleased if that were the case.

[theycutitout.livejournal.com]

River wasn't walking so much as she was re-tracing her exact steps. Invisible footprints left invisible marks on the cold floor leading to the Sun Room, impressions of something that nobody else could care to see. They would all walk the same paths, again and again until they didn't have to walk anymore. They would just have to remember.

Strange that, in re-tracing her steps, she would come upon someone that she hadn't seen before. A man. A boy. Half of both with fluctuating personalities and honest bits and delusions and truths. He was everything about what made a boy a boy and a man a man. She didn't realize until a moment later that she'd stopped, and she didn't realize that she was looking at him for a whole twenty-six seconds until something was said.

"No one's playing today. He's all alone," River mused quietly, head tilted just slightly to one side as she peered at him.

[muted-flame.livejournal.com]

So far, the day had been going well. He had already arranged some meetings for later on, along with working out a system for circulating information about the nighttime monsters with the young man at breakfast. On top of that, he had already been starting to gather that information with Kadaj's help.

The appearance of someone who knew Edward, himself, and the others was interesting, though Roy imagined it had to do with that alternate version of Amestris that supposedly existed. The Greed who had been here before the most recent one (and wasn't that confusing) had come from there, so the colonel imagined it must have been the same for this "Ling."

That would most likely be settled at lunch, though. For now he had to kill time in the Sun Room, seeing how he wasn't scheduled to meet anyone this shift. Scanning the room's other occupants and not seeing anyone he had much desire to speak with, Roy found an empty armchair and glanced at the doors that led from the cafeteria in hopes of waving down someone he would want to talk to.

[blurred-divide.livejournal.com]

At least he'd managed to talk to Anya, and that was...good. Though it hardly took care of the others involved, and while to Angel, this hadn't been about them, he still couldn't blame Hitsugaya for wanting to speak with him. Again.

But at the moment, the nurse was steering him directly towards another patient for the...however many times she'd done it already, and he was starting to suspect that she was doing it just because she was somehow aware of his preference to be alone.

Maybe he should just stop trying.

Angel sat down on the couch across from the other man. "Guess she wants us to be friends," he said. "I'm Angel."

[bond-off-lame.livejournal.com]

[Unknowingly waiting for Roxas.]

As Axel was escorted into the Sun Room he quickly sighed in relief when he found that the room was still relatively empty. After another pleasant conversation with Kairi it only felt right to follow the rest of the day with that same, laid-back attitude. So, as much as he wanted to approach Roy who'd taken a spot on a nearby armchair, he knew he could talk to the man via bulletin board later on that day.

The Nobody limped over to one corner of the room, dropping his crutches onto an empty couch before sprawling over the entire space. The nurse who'd been with him shook her head disappointingly, but she supposed she could let her patient have the entire couch just this once. She made sure he was comfortable before tending to the other patients.

With nothing else to really do, the Nobody threw an arm over his face and began counting sheep.

[358days.livejournal.com]

While Roxas did feel somewhat more prepared for this shift than he had for the last one, that didn't mean it was any easier for him to think of what to say to Axel once he found him. Starting off by telling him that Sora had said "hi" probably wasn't the best idea, and since he obviously couldn't continue where their last conversation had left off or use anything that had happened during his previous stay here as a springboard since he couldn't remember it, he was on his own.

He was still puzzling over this once he spotted Axel on a couch in the corner of the room, and, walking up to it, he was a little surprised to see that his friend had apparently chosen to take a nap this shift. This didn't really make the whole talking to him thing any easier, but it did sort of give him an idea of where to start.

Smiling faintly, he went to stand near the edge of the couch where Axel's head rested and peered down at him, saying, "Going to sleep already?" It was about as close as he could get to the exact opposite of what the other Nobody had said to him the last time they'd spoken, but since he was the only one who'd know it, it was something of a wasted effort. Oh well.

[moon-brained.livejournal.com]

[Waiting for Seiya~]

The conversation with Falis had been distracting, but Usagi felt another pang of fear in her chest when she entered the Sun Room and didn't see Ami. At least it's still early... maybe she's just sleeping... but her friend was always on time for everything they did. Did Ami go out at night without her? The ice senshi knew how to handle herself, but what if something happened while Usagi wasn't there?

The blonde plopped herself down on an empty couch and curled her knees up against her chest as she watched everyone enter the room.

[kanpekinasenshi.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, just got in! ^^;]

The room was brightly lit, crowded and noisy. Seiya's nurse patted her on the upper back and commented brightly, "Why don't you make some nice new friends?" before wandering off, leaving Seiya staring around at the crowds. Really, what was this place? Some pretty strange-looking people. And...

"Odango?" This was not how she had pictured this meeting going, although in honesty she'd been trying not to picture it at all. Still, there was no missing that hairstyle. Seiya walked closer, glad that at least this (whatever this was) had had the decency to happen after she'd transformed in front of Usagi. Though maybe that was just an issue of timing, not of... "I'm sorry." It came out in a quick rush, and Seiya winced, glancing at the crowds around them.

Not the way she'd wanted this to go at all. She sat on the couch, though not too close to Usagi. "I'm sorry, I... I tried to tell you before, but it was never..." Usagi was looking at her oddly. She paused, uncharacteristically awkward.

[winged_moon]

[Waiting for cuteingUruru?]

If he was going to be stuck in an unfamiliar room in a strange place, Yue would have much preferred to find a quiet corner in which to stand, where he could watch and assess the situation. Whatever drug the nurse had given him, though, made that pretty much impossible; he rather doubted that he'd reliably be able to stand on his own at all for the moment, a fact which annoyed him immensely.

He barely even twitched in protest when the orderly settled him on the end of one of the couches, trying to conserve what strength he had while he waited for the effects to wear off. Only his eyes moved as he examined the room, watching other people file in as he tried to determine what was going on. Apart from the scattering of nurses and orderlies, everyone else was clad in the same bland grey clothing as he, and at least some of them seemed just as pleased as he was to be there. If he kept his ears open, perhaps he'd be able to find out what had happened to him.

[bewarethecute.livejournal.com]

Ururu wasn't feeling much better after breakfast, but she wasn't feeling much worse either, so maybe it was okay. Still, she hadn't been feeling very good to being with, so she was pretty sure it wasn't as good as it could be, even if it wasn't as bad. There was just a lot on the girl's mind, people she was worried about especially, and it was a lot more to think about than she was used to.

Kisuke-san always told her not to worry, so maybe, Ururu thought, she shouldn't be doing so much of it. But then Kisuke-san also told her that they were a team, and the rest of her team wasn't there. The Shinigami were nice enough (even Ichimaru, except he was the enemy), but they weren't Ururu's team. And neither were Fai-san or Orihime-san, or Keman or Kurogane.

It made her lonely to think about.

So Ururu decided to leave a note. It didn't take her long to post it, and then she just had to wait. Hopefully she would hear good news, and then she could worry less.

That done, Ururu looked around the Sun Room for someone to talk to, or even better, someone to help. There were lots of people she didn't know, and lots of people who were already talking to other people. But one person was sitting by himself, and he didn't look very good at all.

"Um, excuse me." Ururu crossed the room quickly, and looked up at the stranger. She hoped he wouldn't mind her offer. She didn't know how well she'd deal with another scowly man right now. "Are you okay?"

[his-singer.livejournal.com]

Bella was rather content with things when she walked into the Sun Room, her mind elsewhere as her body clicked onto autopilot. It was rare to have such a good morning – the last few had been hectic – she had been hurt, then him, and in the end, everything just ended awfully. At least last night and breakfast made up for all of those awful moments.

But! She couldn’t think of those now. Moving over to an empty couch, Bella flopped herself ungracefully down onto the cushions with a sigh, her eyes peering around for the vengeance demon that she had agreed to speak with. Anya was going to be difficult to speak to – did she really have as bad as a temper as she remembered? It had been ages since she had even seen Buffy, and … well, Anya was quite real, so who knew if she was different?

At least she remembered the series finale … even if it hadn’t ended well for the aforementioned girl. Maybe she could leave that bit out.

[wishescankill.livejournal.com]

Upon entering the Sun Room, Anya took a few moments to shake off the conversation with Angel. It had been helpful, yes, but had also made her want to lock herself in her room and never come out.

Maybe that was some kind of contagious disease. Next she'd start wearing leather and using too much hair gel.

And there was that girl they'd been talking to yesterday. Belle, was it? Bella? Anya had wanted to ask her about Xander, and the improbably inconsistencies in her story about Anya's "death".

"Xander," the vengeance demon demanded bluntly, coming up next to the girl and seating herself on the couch in a very purposeful manner. "Spill it. Why'd he call off the wedding, and why wasn't he maimed in some imaginative and gory fashion as retribution for all the pain he put me through?"

It was probably a bad idea to dredge this stuff up, especially since she'd told Angel she was ready to move on, but she couldn't help being curious, could she?

[shyboyblue.livejournal.com]

Breakfast had been a quiet affair, and Tyler was relieved. He hadn't spotted Reid there, but he doubted the blond would be in a good mood, as they'd gotten very little actually accomplished last night.

He spotted him here, though, sitting across the way with Shadow. He contemplated joining them, but then thought better of it, finding a chair near a window to settle down comfortably and idle the time. There wasn't a whole lot to do in the Sun Room, but he wasn't feeling overly outgoing at the moment, either, and saw few familiar faces among the room's occupants at the moment.

[lost-turkey.livejournal.com]

John walked into the Sunroom in a daze, still uncertain why he was here. There was a nurse on his right which was strange. He wasn't used to being watched 24-7 as much as his Mom would have liked that sort of surveillance.

"Here we are, Mr. Connor," the nurse said, dropping him off by the window. "This is the Sunroom."

"Doesn't look very sunny," he observed.

"Yes, well, it is just a name. Some like to call it a Solarium. Sounds a bit fancier." The nurse smiled at him a bit too long which gave John the creeps.

"So, what am I supposed to do here?"

"Make friends," the nurse prompted, gesturing to a boy who was sitting by himself. "It's always good to make connections here."

John raised his eyebrow and opened his mouth to ask what that meant when, just like before, the nurse turned and left the room. "This place keeps getting weirder," he mumbled before taking a seat, not really sure if he wanted to talk to the kid. River had been nice but she belonged here, he could tell by her disjointed speech. John wasn't sure if he was up to another nonsense discussion. He sighed and leaned his head back against the chair, closing his eyes. Maybe he could catch a short nap before the nurse returned.

[whiteychan.livejournal.com]

[waiting for L]

Idiot. Hitsugaya thought as he entered the sun room. Artemis' revelation had left the young captain more annoyed than normal. He could understand feeling rejected, could even understand bringing objections to him, but to go not only to another team, but to a team of sociopaths? It was childish and immature.

But at least the kid had been man enough to admit it.

He walked over to the message board and leaned against the wall next to it, waiting for his meeting with his mysterious ally. His interest in helping seemed a good idea, though he was always cautious when someone freely offered aid without wanting something in return. Some people were noble, generous souls looking to work together for mutual benefit. Time in soul society proved to him that these people were in the minority.

[el-lolly-eat.livejournal.com]

L had been hoping that he had provided enough information to avoid expending any more energy than necessary on this project, but then it was possible that there were some additional questions or concerns that needed to be addressed in private.

He found what appeared to be a young man matching the description he has seen on the bulletin board not too long ago waiting for him at the designated location. “Hello Hitsugaya, you wanted to meet with me?” L asked glancing at him.

[OOC: Ack! Sorry for the wait.]

[miracle-grow.livejournal.com]

[Unknowingly waiting for Nathan]

Claire followed the unfamiliar nurse down several corridors until she was shown into this large, bright room. There were a few people already here - all seemed unfamiliar to her from what she could see. Feeling worried and uncertain, she slipped away from her nurse as soon as she could, finding a quiet corner where she could sit and calm her chaotic thoughts and try to figure out what had happened to her.

She resisted the urge to approach one of the strangers in the room just yet. They could probably answer her questions - at least she hoped so - but she needed to figure out which questions would be safest to ask first.

[fly-petrelli.livejournal.com]

Much as Nathan preferred to keep his eye on his brother, he was aware that they couldn't spend their days together exclusively if there would ever be any hope of escape. And then there was the whole mess with what they remembered not adding up... As if this place couldn't find a way to make things more complicated than they already were. Already in a semi-dazed state, it was a wonder he actually noticed the girl that he and his brother had been looking for since he'd mentioned she was here.

Of course, seeing Claire did little erase a guilty conscience, but Nathan actually found himself breathing a sigh of relief when she seemed to be unharmed. When the initial reaction faded, he found himself wondering how she'd managed to grow her hair back that quickly. No one seemed to be approaching her, and she was sitting alone. It seemed as though it was up to him again.

Nathan walked up to her, finding himself back in that same, awkward state that was becoming so, uncomfortably familiar to him. He took a seat, not exactly sure where to begin but figuring a piece or two of not-so-fatherly advice might be a good place to start.

"Mind letting someone know next time you decide to disappear in a place like this?" was all he could muster. As per usual, he was steering clear of any 'father-daughter' talk after what had happened that morning at breakfast. He was sure she'd have some questions after that eruption with whoever the jackass in the sunglasses was, but, in typical, Nathan fashion, he wasn't going to be the one to bring it up.

[jokers-wildcard.livejournal.com]

Last night had been a bit of a wake up call for her. Here she had been wandering around in the dark thinking she only had to worry about grumpy inmates and tightwad security guards. Now she knew she also had to worry about giant, white, hissing bugs of death on top of that. It sure would have been nice if someone had left her a memo or something. With things liekt hat crawling around, it was definitely going to be more difficult finding an escape route. At the very least, it ruled out the air vents.

Harley was going to have to rethink her breakout strategy later. For the moment, she was going to be meeting an old playmate of hers. At least, that was the impression she'd gotten from the bulletin board thing.

Someone who used to work in Arkham, hmm? That would make it either a nurse or a doctor. Orderlies wouldn't have asked to meet. Even so, she was interested in seeing a familiar face again. Whoever it was would surely know her as well. She was certain there wasn't a member of the Arkham staff who didn't know of her or her puddin'.

Though the room was supposed to be primarily for relaxation purposes, Harley sat on one of the softly colored couches, leaning back and kicking her feet restlessly. She was turning her head back and forth to inspect the occupants of the 'Sunny' Room, pigtails smacking her in the face every so often. It was almost like a guessing game. Which, oh, which one will it be?

[Patiently waiting for Crane]

[scaredy-crow.livejournal.com]

The nurses had taken some time to clean and bandage his hand, but Crane knew he wouldn't be doing anything with it for a while. The shock of getting stabbed was going down, and it still hurt a lot, but he could deal with it. He'd opted out of taking pain medication, but he wanted to be able to think things through and at least seem decently capable of working things out when he met the person from the bulletin board.

What's more, though, was that this was the second time something had happened, and he had gotten physical wounds from it. The first had been the taser, which he was certain had been a dream, but he'd felt the pain, and there was still a scar on his face. And now he'd been stabbed through the hand by a woman claiming to be a computer.

Crane was very thoroughly confused by the whole thing. Even if this was a lucid dream, he still shouldn't have been able to feel pain like that. And it still begged to question if everything he'd dreamed up about Ra's al Ghul's plan being put into action was true. What's more, he wanted to know where his memories were in between that and arriving here.

Maybe the person he was meeting in the Sun Room could help explain this. What had they said their name was again? Harley? They'd also drawn the pig tails on one of their grinning faces. If he looked around for just women with pigtails...luckily, it didn't take him too long after looking around to find who he thought he was was looking for: a blonde woman who appeared to be looking around for someone.

Crane walked over to where she was, and smiled. Despite the throbbing pain in his hand, he still wanted to look semi-professional, in case this really was someone from Arkham and one of his former patients. "Hello there, I'm Jonathan Crane. Are you Harley?"

[meironohosoku.livejournal.com]

Hanyuu was more than a little worried when she was taken to the Sun Room. Rika hadn't yet responded to the note she left on the bulletin. It was possible that the other girl was simply ignoring her, but... Hanyuu couldn't think of anything she had done that would've made Rika mad. Unless it was not checking in with her the previous day... Although punishment for something like that usually came in the form of spicy food.

Shaking her head, Hanyuu tried not to think too much into it. Rika likely just missed it--it could be easy to over look things written on the board, after all. She'd just have to be on the look out for her friend.

That thought in mind, Hanyuu picked a seat that allowed her to keep an eye on the doors. Maybe she'd be able to see some of the other people she knew, too. Even if she didn't talk to them, the spirit would feel better knowing that they were at least all right.

[dawn-rune.livejournal.com]

Oh my! Frey had known there were young people like himself here, but he hadn't ever imagined that actual children had been taken to this horrible place, as well. That was just awful! This little girl couldn't have been much older than Lym, which was a deeply horrifying thought for Frey. What if his precious baby sister ended up here?

Trying to distract himself from that terrible thought, Frey approached the little girl carefully. "Hello miss. Are you okay? You seem unsettled." As she had every right to be, of course.

[jingledoughnut.livejournal.com]

[Unknowingly waiting for they see me Roland]

The woman from before escorted her away from her conversation with Mason, but Esmeralda paid little mind. This was a dream, after all, which meant she'd wake up soon- she couldn't die on her friends, that just wasn't an option. Instead, she found herself looking up to the light in the oddly constructed room, peering at items she didn't recognize, and wondering just where did these wonders in her imagination come from.

Hm. Maybe watching all of Quasimodo's creativity with his sculpting made her want to make things of her own.

Still, it was rather boring for a dream. With an imaginary rhythm, she began to sway and dance slowly in the middle of a particular beam of light, body twirling softly as she started to sing. It was an old song she used to hear a lot with the other gypsies while she traveled, but had never understood what the words meant.

"Un cofre de gran riqueza
Hallaron dentro un pilar,
Dentro del, nuevas banderas
Con figuras de espantar."

[intoindra.livejournal.com]

The music and the dance caught the attention of one hungry, frustrated, rather irritable cannibal, who had parked himself on a sofa and was trying hard not to snarl or bite anyone. But music... it was a powerful thing in his world. This music wasn't like the Cyber Shaman's, but in a way, it was more beautiful. And the singer was far more attractive.

So Roland's thoughts were soon swept away as he stared at the gypsy, his hunger forgotten as he listened on. Not a song of salvation, no... but certainly better than brooding in silence.

[rubbermancan.livejournal.com]

[Reserved for Brook.]

Well, breakfast sure had been fun! Luffy always liked talking with Rena -- she seemed like an interesting person! He wondered if they'd get to decorate the walls at Landel's someday after all. Man, that'd be pretty awesome.

He was still in a good mood by the time his Cat Lady took him to the sun room. This room didn't seem as cool as, say, the game room or arts and crafts room, but the pirate liked napping in here sometimes when he got the chance.

Grinning to himself, Luffy settled down on one of the couches, pulling his straw hat over his eyes, and placing his hands on top of his chest. He gave a yawn and closed his eyes. Maybe he'd have another good dream.

[promisedawhale.livejournal.com]

"... but zombies are absolutely terrifying, you know...?!"

His nurse must have been relieved once the trip to the Sun Room - that Brook had made much longer with his ramblings about shadows and zombies and pirates - was complete. Just one mention of the sun and the corresponding room had set Brook off on what the nurse probably had taken as a story. A very long and elaborate story, but a story nonetheless. Even Brook would have admitted to not believing half of what had come flying out of his mouth, but it was all true!

"Oh my, but it's bright in here!" Brook finally glanced the Sun Room, stepping into it happily without the nurse's nudging. "I just stay here then?" he looked back to her, but found that she'd already escaped run off and left him. That certainly answered his question then! He did have to wonder though, why the woman kept leaving him alone without any word of explanation.... but what did it matter!? He had a mission! Finding his Captain who didn't even know he was a member!

His search did not take him that long, however, as a Straw Hat was an easy thing to spot even without Brook's abnormal height. Dozing away on a couch. How typical! Or, typical if not for the couch and the lack of a deck, but still very typical! Yes, Brook was certain that was him!

After quickly striding over, Brook stood towering before the young Captain, confidence in asking for the third time to join strong. But where to start?! He could ramble on and on about what had happened, but that just wouldn't do if Luffy didn't first believe him! What had Sanji said to do? Just say he played music wasn't it? Hm, yes that should work. Of course, he had to be sure Luffy was actually awake before trying anything. He knew well enough that the Captain (or was it Zoro) could end up sleeping through some important things! He bent over and curtly tipped up the end of the familiar straw hat, peering down. "Hello? Luffy-san? Good Morning! Wakey-wakey!" he tried in a string.

[never-learns.livejournal.com]

At least the cafeteria had been noisy enough to keep him distracted and away from his thoughts, listening idly to the other patients as they talked. But he'd eaten? That made a change at least. And he'd spotted Ken and Omi, but not Aya. That was worrying, but it meant he hadn't had to face his teammate over the matter of Schuldig.

He let the nurse drag him into the sun room and guide him to one of the couches. He was kinda' getting sick of being stuck here and ordered around. He missed Tokyo. Sort of. Missed the fun parts of Tokyo anyway. Like the clubs and the girls. He stretched out on one of the sofas anyway, thinking that he might try to catch some sleep or something.

[k4t4str0ph4l.livejournal.com]

"I'm on your mind this early in the morning? Clearly your indoctrination is going well."

Schuldig settled himself on the couch next to Yohji, grinning. Really, he should branch out more with his acquaintances, but the assassin's thoughts had inadvertently reminded him that they had something to discuss. (He'd also noted that his ever-present headache was slowly becoming so routine that he was beginning to simply not notice it, but that was unrelated.)

"But since you brought it up," he continued, before either Yohji or his own meandering thoughts could derail him from the subject at hand, "you know I talked to Aya. But I don't think you need to be worrying about him harassing you for your idiocy the other night; frankly, he acted like he couldn't care less if you're falling apart if it means he has to babysit you. I don't mind telling you it pissed me the hell off, since that apparently means I have to do it for him and looking after people is even less my thing than it is Aya's."

[saintoflangley.livejournal.com]

The situation still was not any better in Conklin's eyes. Now he knew he wasn't alone, and that this 'Landel's' place wasn't the Parrish Island facility he'd heard so very much about. Firstly, he could tell because his brain wasn't fogged by sedatives; secondly, Parrish Island's security was supposed to be ultra-tight, so much so that there weren't even windows to the outside world.

So he hadn't been sent here because he was batshit insane enough to worry Director Holland or anyone else that he could give away national secrets, because he'd be at Parrish Island. The crowd was strangely varied - some of them had hair colors he knew didn't exist in nature, and there were more than a few kids around. That alone was weird enough. There was a bulletin board nearby, which he limped over to examine. Everyone else here had to be insane, he concluded, because some of these scrawled notes were just unbelievable. He sat down on the nearest couch, scowling at his blank notebook. For right now, he needed to jot down his first impressions of the place so he could get a handle on what was going on.

[heartofrevenge.livejournal.com]

Breakfast had gone, well, entirely as anticipated. Mozenrath would be in a similar state of mind until that gauntlet of his was back in his hand or until those who saw fit to "torment" him were adequately punished. Fortunately, at the very least, the healer assigned to watch over him had maintained her silence during the walk from the cafeteria to the Sun Room.

Of course, her silence lasted only until they reached the door. Once they entered the room, she gestured to a man sitting on one of the couches, some sort of walking stick at his side. "Now, why don't you go keep Mr. Caine company. He just came in this morning and I'm sure he must want a friend."

Nakago raised an eyebrow for a moment, eyeing 'Mr. Caine' dubiously. However, at this point in time, Nakago had no desire to argue with the woman. With a bit of a nod, he crossed the room to 'Mr. Caine', wondering briefly if it occurred to the people who staffed this facility that, perhaps, the people in this room had no desire to be bothered. Then again, considering how pushy these people were, he highly doubted it.

Without a word, he settled down on the couch a suitable distance away so he was not crowding the man's personal space. "I hope you do not mind. The healers here can be rather persistant."