Day 32: Sun Room (4th Shift)

[screwthegods]

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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[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

Even through the sedation he knew Reno wasn't making sense. Why was he asking about goddamn arrival times like this was some weird piss up? Reno knew when he'd arrived. They'd been taken at the same time, right? Although some strange time delay would explain his lack of a hangover (until the tranq).

Rude would have been more reluctant than he already was to talk in the presence of some kid, but drugs and Reno making no sense brought him out of his quiet shell a little.

"When did you get here?"

[offduty.livejournal.com]

"Two weeks ago. Didn't I already mention that?"

Like talking to a goddamned brick wall. Never mind. He'd wait until the drugs wore off and Rude regained his functioning brain cells again. Besides, the nurses were already eyeing them in preparation to pull everyone apart. Dammit.

"It's actually all pretty screwy. I'll explain it tonight. You're not gonna be too fucked up to find a room number, are you?"

Not waiting for an answer, he pulled out the pen he always had on him to chew on and grabbed Rude's hand, scribbling his room number onto the palm. The nurse was approaching fast and he suspected Rude would need more than fifteen seconds to recall his own room number in his current state.

He capped the pen with his teeth. "It's in the southeastern block. Meet me there, yeah?

[arrogantflame.livejournal.com]

Well, at least he'd heard names now. And considering that he was about to be dragged away again to who knew where this time, Wolfram figured that at least with that much information he could find them again if he really wanted to.

One last glance between the two of them, and he turned around, intending to leave them be. So what if it felt like everyone in this place had at least one person that they recognized here and he didn't? It wasn't like that thought bothered him. Right?

"...Let me know if you happen upon any more clues," he glanced mostly in Reno's direction before walking away again.

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

"Figured you were jus' talking crazy," he muttered, hand coming hack to his eyes as his other was taken by Reno. How the hell was he supposed to find some damn room here? South Eastern Block? No help whatsoever.

He peeked from under his hand and watched as everybody got packed away. He'd only managed to give Reno a confused look before his nurse came towards him with a threatening look and another tranq at the ready in case there was any funny business.

What clues were the kid on about? And who the hell else was here? Where was the boss? Dammit, this place was annoying. Worst part was that Rude was already willing to go with his nurse submissively. It seemed to be working for Reno and he figured he was gonna need as clear a head as he could get tonight.