Day 32: Sun Room (2nd shift)

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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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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.

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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.

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At first he hadn't noticed the girl except for peripherally, figuring she had stopped to look around the room or was maybe waiting for someone. Peter was took busy sorting through his own thoughts and trying to figure out why Nathan remembered so much more than he did. It was unnerving, though it probably wouldn't do him any good to worry too much about it.

Eventually he glanced up and realized that the girl was staring directly at him. He blinked at her and shifted in his seat, starting to feel a little more than uncomfortable. It was like she wasn't really looking at him, but through him.

Peter frowned at what she said, not really sure what she meant. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, sitting up straighter. "Did you need someone to sit with?" He motioned to the empty space on the couch.

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"No," she was quick to reply as she took the seat anyway. A ghost of a smile traced its way across her lips. "But you do."

River was never sure what called her to people. Perhaps a part of her knew and wasn't telling, but there was a way that her mind had laid out for her long since coming here. So many new stars to count, so many familiar ones blacking out. She shuddered a little as she felt a particularly cold chill that she couldn't press her fingertips against. There was blood here.

"Boom," the girl whispered as she turned again to look at him now from where she sat.

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Peter wasn't sure what made this girl think that he had needed company - had he looked particularly lonely, maybe? Granted, he didn't mind meeting someone new, and with someone so young he figured she probably needed all the support she could get. He just wasn't sure how much he could help.

She seemed around Claire's age, though, which meant that he was already feeling sympathetic toward her. Until she came out with a single word that threw him off, anyway.

At first he didn't know what to make of it, but the connection was clear as day. It had to be some coincidence, though, since there was no way she knew who he was... No one else here had recognized him except for people he already knew. Then again, he had been brought here right after the explosion -- maybe there were some people around who knew about what role he had played in New York's almost-destruction.

Maybe she had been there, or maybe she had powers and could tell somehow.

He frowned, his different thoughts displayed in confusion on his face. He leaned in toward her. "Do you... know something?"