damned_institute | Day 32: Sun Room (4th Shift)

It was rare that Homura's nurse try to persuade him to a scheduled activity, but then, it was rare that Homura didn't go. But the demi-god had plans, and the poor woman had little other choice but to leave in a huff as he once again settled himself near the bulletin board in the Sun Room.

His conversation with Kenren the previous shift had left the demi-god with a lingering sense of anxiety. Perhaps it was something only those from his own world could do, but none the less, he was all the more ready for night to begin now. Goals and memories, the truth of his past and the possibility of the future: all thoughts lingering on the forefront of his mind, more than enough motivation to move forward.

Impatience was something of a rush for an immortal, he'd discovered. Homura liked the feeling, the excitement even before he had arrived in this prison. And now while he waited, he savored it again, a yearning that shone so much brighter than the boredom of Heaven.

[Waiting for History Club Q&A time.]

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As much as Crane hated to admit that it could be true, his conversation with Light during lunch had only cemented what he'd heard from GLaDOS and, briefly, Harley. The more he thought about the predicament he was in, the more it fouled his mood, even more so since he knew he had absolutely no idea what he was going to do this first night.

He didn't know the layout as well as he would have in Arkham, but it was also dangerous to go out to get used to it without a meat shield because of the monsters. At least he had a good idea of what kinds of things to expect, but that wouldn't do him much good without anything to strike back with. Then there was the problem that only one hand worked for him, thanks to GLaDOS. It was an absolutely wonderful situation to be in, and Crane was firmly convinced that he would have rather gotten caught, beaten by the Bat again, and stuck back in Arkham. At least then he would have been less likely to get a fork stuck through his hand, and he definitely wouldn't have had to worry about any monsters.

For now, though, he had to try and think of something productive to do during the night. Instead of going to the Music Room, Crane opted to stay in the Sun Room, attempting to relax on one of the couches and think up what to do about this mess.

[master of fear meets master of...hunger? y/n?]

Gluttony hadn't liked that the mean man was so mean to him, but what he liked even less was that he hadn't seen Lust all day! Normally he saw her wandering around, but usually she was too far away for him to get too, or he saw someone tasty that Lust said he could eat, and the nurses had sedated him, or he saw her write in her pretty handwriting on the bulletin boards to someone or another, but he'd been looking for her all day and so far hadn't seen her.

That was bad. He didn't like that.

So he went to the Sun Room, where he could see someone if they entered the music room, and that way he could remain there and wait and it would be good. And he saw a man quietly thinking on a couch. If the man was on the couch, that meant he might have seen her, and that would be good. He approached the man, wailing plaintively. "Where's my Lust?" he cried to the man.

And of course, someone decided to come and bother him. Or rather, come and wail at him. Crane glanced up to find a strange-looking man who was asking where his...lust was?

What on Earth?

He wasn't sure if it was because the man seemed a bit too much on the simple side, the content of the question itself, or both, but Crane found his earlier annoyance giving way to a combination of amusement, pity, and confusion. At the very least, it seemed like this was a man who probably belonged here, or in another institution elsewhere.

The former doctor looked down at him and shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I don't know." He wasn't quite sure what to say after that. He couldn't very well offer to help the man look for it, or ask him when he last had it, since lust wasn't anything tangible. How was Crane supposed to know where the other man's lust was? "I, ah...is there anything I can do to help?" he asked, and instantly wished he'd thought up a better way to word it. But the sooner he got rid of this man, the quicker he could get back to figuring out what he was going to do for the night.

Gluttony's eyes lit up as the man said asked if there was anything he could do to help. There was finally someone who would help him find Lust! Lust would be found, and he would be able to ask her if he could eat the other not nice people who were really mean and should be eaten by him because he didn't like people who were mean unless he was eating them, because they often screamed as they died, and their fear tasted yummy to him.

"I need to find Lust," he said solemnly. "I haven't seen Lust since yesterday! You'll help me find my Lust?"

His stomach rumbled. He was really hungry.

Well, as pleased as the other man looked, it got them nowhere. This whole conversation was bordering on the ridiculous, and Crane couldn't help but wonder if there was any way to get him to go away quickly and preferably in screaming, terrified fashion. But he didn't have his gas here, and to frighten the man otherwise would involve having to continue the conversation and getting to know him.

It was his own fault for offering. Although, with the way the other man was talking about this lust...

"Is Lust a person?" It would be nice if he were more helpful and gave more information than just a 'yes' or 'no', but Crane didn't expect that to happen.

Gluttony looked at him quizzically. Of course the man should know who Lust was. Everyone knew Lust! "You don't know Lust?" Gluttony said, almost disbelieving. How did he not know who she was? She was only the best, smartest, and most beautiful person in the whole world!

In a strange way, that sort of answered Crane's previous question...if he was supposed to know Lust, then it had to have been a person. At least, if only because he honestly had no clue what else it could be. A delusion of some sort, yes, but personifying a feeling? Acting as though it could just get up and leave? It wasn't something he'd come across before. But what kind of person would have the name Lust? And why would the man think he knew this person?

"No, I'm afraid I don't," Crane replied slowly. "I'll help you find them, but first I'll need to know about them."

"Ok!" Gluttony said happily. He didn't know exactly how to explain Lust. It was like explaining something that was so amazing and wonderful and good that eating was secondary compared to making it happy. How did you explain that? "Lust is tall, and has black hair, and is skinny, and can kill people with her fingers when she doesn't let me eat them. She's very smart, and talented, and kind, and gentle, and good. She's supposed to be pale, but she's not very pale here, but she's Lust! And I'm Gluttony."

He grinned wide at introducing himself. Lust would be so proud of him for remembering his manors! Especially when she was the one to always introduce him. Maybe she'd let him eat the annoying non-waffle-sharing guy from second shift for being so good? That would be yummy!

Day 32: Sun Room (4th Shift)

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