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

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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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No room number for the Princess. That knowledge, or lack thereof had Kurogane sighing as he entered the Sun Room. He hadn't been able to come up with anything for how little time there had been, but there wasn't much that could be done now. He didn't want her leaving her room for any reason, nor did he want her letting her door open so they could find her. The hallways were too dangerous, and there was no keeping monsters from entering a room, even if they were supposedly "safe".

As usual, he picked an empty couch and slumped into it. His plans had changed again now that the Princess had shown up. More things needed to be considered, like if the Kid and Mokona really were in the basement. He knew without a doubt that Mokona was somewhere, but as for Syaoran... he could still be stuck in transport or something ridiculous, not even in this world yet and no guarantee that he would show up. That was not good. And then there was the other option: that Syaoran was here, but was being held somewhere for torture.

Kurogane had to hope he'd yet to arrive.

Instead of trying to nap as he'd done earlier, he turned his eyes around the room. Another was there, some man he'd seen with Fai two Lunch periods ago. Just by looking, Kurogane did not see what reason Fai would have to speak to someone like him, unless of course he'd been annoying him. That was probably it. Some more glancing and he caught sight of a board tacked with papers. He'd seen people going up to it for some reason or another in days past, but hadn't paid it much mind. He was closer to it this time though and amazingly could see that there were messages on it. Might as well give it a look.

Sai's nurse was silent as she led him straight to the sun room after lunch, not even asking if he'd rather go elsewhere. Perhaps it was a sort of punishment in her eyes, though he couldn't care less. The few disappointed glares she aimed his way indicated how utterly put off she was that he'd gotten himself into trouble enough for a sedation. He knew it broke his good record. Would it be worth trying to gain it back?

She didn't even feel like keeping him steady long enough to lead him any further than one of the first couple sofas, and it wasn't until he was sitting that she finally said "Now I want you to think hard on what you did. The doctor had given you such a glowing report!"

The ninja had a hard time imagining that doctor saying anything particularly 'glowing,' but he let the woman think whatever she wanted. When he didn't answer her, she seemed to regret even those words, giving him a short pat on the head before leaving.

When she had gone, he slumped a little, thinking perhaps he could nap some before dinner. Maybe it would help the sedative get out of his system faster.

Like hell he was going to be spending any time in a room that contained musical instruments. Asch much preferred spending his time in a more quieter setting--especially since he still sported a bump on his head from getting whacked with that flashlight last night. Adding music (or people who only thought they could play music, as he assumed would be the case) to the mix would likely only result in a headache.

That was the major factor when the God-General chose the Sun Room over the Music Room. The former choice was bound to be quieter in the end, and it was certainly emptier than usual. Not that that was a problem; quite the contrary, actually. The redhead had no complaints about the room in that regard. It would lower the chance of having to put up with anyone, at any rate.

Asch took a seat on an empty couch, although it wasn't long before he laid down completely, his arms underneath his head. Night would be falling soon, so resting for the moment seemed the best idea.

The halls were as bland as the ceiling had been, and there was a distinct feeling that this place was set up to handle all sorts of strange cases of people. There were patients in similar outfits as he had wandering after nurses, so it seemed to be expected that a guide was necessary. The place was spotless, which was impressive given the meandering of patients and staff about the halls as he was directed to the Sun Room.

He was directed into a large open room with many windows (barred, was it?) and couches and tables. It looked quite pleasant and less bland as the halls, and there were not that many people here at the moment. He adjusted his glasses upon his nose and peered around, looking pleasant and nodding his head to the places that his nurse pointed out.

"Bulletin board is for patient communication. You can write notes to other people you know," she said, but seemed to avoid looking at him. She pointed out several other aspects before finally turning back to regard him fully. "When Dr. Landel calls, I will come to get you and take you to your assigned room for dinner. From there, you will go to bed."

Hohenheim nodded his head to the words, taking them in even as his attention was focused on the bulletin board across the way. He was certain all he really needed to know would be over there, and it was simply a matter of going through all those notes to find out what was relevent and what was simple chatter. He was certain he would find much of both, but it seemed quite nice to be able to lose himself in a little reading rather than first approach someone foreign. He could do that once he had a better handle on his situation... whatever that may really be.

He wandered over to the bulletin board and peered at the various differences in script. He quickly scanned through a few notes and the replies before pushing the pieces of paper up to read what was underneath. It only took a small bit of rooting to find out the basics of this place, and it seemed there were a few rebellious groups of patients who indicated this place was just a lie.

Interesting indeed.

He perused the contents of the bulletin board that he could, taking a few notes for himself. A mental institute to discredit the lives people once knew... what a novel concept!

[waiting to get pwnt by Shion]

Naminé chose to retreat into the Sun Room, preferring to relax before the night came. She supposed she should have looked around for people to recruit for their little adventure to the basement, but Alita sounded like she already had choice people in mind. Naminé didn't know anyone to ask anyway. Most people already had plans for the night.

So the girl simply sat on the couch, debating on what she should do. Maybe she should ask for details on the Bulletin Board, since it sounded like quite a few people had already visited the basement. Then at the very least, they wouldn't be going in blindly.

That sounded like a good idea. Naminé stood up and wandered over, pen in hand and ready to write her inquiry.

Well, this room sure was bright. Shion was surprised to see a few people wandering around here and there, but other than that, there really wasn’t anything of interest to the teen. Something that looked like a bulletin board hung on one wall … but other than that? A pretty boring room.

Sighing to herself, Shion moved towards said bulletin to look at what was written, and if there was anything she could use. Perhaps a bit more information about the place. Anything would be helpful to her, really. Was this place really like a waiting room for another life? Another chance? So far, it just looked like a big load of dull! The teenager pouted to herself as her head whipped around back and forth to check her surroundings, for some sign of anything –

Perhaps that was why when she suddenly collided with what felt like another body, she reacted the way she did. Letting out a slight shriek, Shion tipped forward for a moment before rocking back on the heels of her feet, soon enough landing rather ungraciously on her bottom on the floor.

“Ah, what happened?” opening her eyes, Shion quickly clicked on her innocent façade, her lips curling up into a pout as she stared at the person who had made her fall. “Oh! Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Perhaps she could get information out of the blonde haired child.

[Freeee! \o/]

As much as Heiji liked music, he liked being lazy even more. So it was no surprise when he opted to lay down in the Sun Room on a couch, his wheelchair standing by faithfully. He hated that damn thing. It wasn't even that deep of a cut!

Okay, so maybe he was exaggerating. It was probably pretty bad. Rest was good now, though. He'd be fit as a fiddle soon enough.

The sudden collision into another person made Naminé almost tumble to the ground, only saved by a nearby chair that she was able to grab. She gasped at the shriek she heard though; the other person looked like they suffered quite a nasty spill.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I should have been more careful," The witch apologized, leaning forward to offer her hand to help the green-haired girl. What a pretty color!

"Thank goodness, you're alright!"

She seemed to have overestimated exactly how tall the girl was, because Naminé's hand made contact with her emerald hair, patting it slightly. The green tresses tickled and Naminé started to pull her hand away.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I meant to..."

That had been an interesting lunch, even if the food was lacking. Miles wasn't in the mood to go to the music room, and had once again failed to persuade his nurse to let him to go to the library instead. He settled for the Sun Room, taking a seat in a large chair, again near a window.

He yawned a bit, stretching his arms above his head. What he wouldn't give for tea at the moment. He considered asking, but had the feeling the request, as reasonable as it was, would once again be refused.

It seemed that the room was quiet, at least. It was fine with him, though if anyone needed information, or if one of his...it was still hard to think of people here as friends. Acquaintances? Allies? Those were better words, and if any of them wanted to chat, it would also be fine, even welcomed.

Thank goodness you’re all right.

Every inch of Shion’s body was screaming at those words, and the sudden touch to her hair only made it worse. She had felt the same touch, heard the same words … she had heard and felt them both before, from a much more important person. How could this sniveling, unimportant child have known exactly what to say? Exactly what to do?

It didn’t help her case that she had golden hair, like Satoshi’s, too. Not in the slightest.

And yet, Shion laughed it off merrily, as if it weren’t a big deal. “Oh, don’t worry! It was an accident; I should have been the one looking where I was going! A mistake’s a mistake.”

Reaching out, the teenager took a hold of the younger girl’s hand, her grasp strong, yet not strong enough to have her suspect. Pulling herself up, Shion grinned down to the blonde, her grasp on her hand still holding. “I’m new here, and I was just in a hurry. I don’t know anything about this place …”

A pause, and Shion pouted her lips once again, her grasp on the younger girl’s hand tightening slightly. “I’m frightened. Can you please help me?”

The girl didn't seem to mind, and that was probably why she didn't think that she did anything wrong. Naminé smiled and didn't think much of when the girl didn't relinquish a grip of her hand. Actually, it made perfect sense, since she just said she was frightened.

Poor girl! It was scary, getting thrown into a new place so suddenly, so Naminé was more than willing to help.

"Of course! I'll tell you everything I know," Naminé agreed. She wondered if the girl knew anything about the monsters and the night, or if she literally had just come in.

"How much do you know...?"

The music room seemed like it could be rather crowded, something which Allelujah did not want to deal with at the moment, not after his conversation with that girl had left him so on edge. She'd known. Somehow she'd known about him, about what he was. Left him feeling vulnerable like he hadn't in a long while. It was much more difficult to feel vulnerable when you had sheets of reinforced metal between you and the other person.

He wandered into the Sun Room, looking around for any of the people who had offered to meet him. He had little idea who he was looking for. It was difficult to recognise them only from the sparse descriptions on the bulletin board. But after a few moments he spotted someone who might be one of them. If not, he could just apologise and go elsewhere. But it was worth a try, even if he wasn't entirely certain about whether he could trust anything anyone said.

He approached the man with a tentative smile. "Mr Edgeworth?" he asked quietly.

Something about the older guy peering at the bulletin board caught Farfarello's attention. He was probably new, since Farfarello hadn't seen him before, so maybe it was his attitude that was so curious--he seemed more interested than angry, fearful or confused. He might be able to keep Farfarello entertained until the shift ended, even. "Hey, new guy."

"I am," Edgeworth said, turning to face the young man. He frowned for a moment - he wasn't usually bad with names, but for whatever reason, he couldn't place the name. He scoured his memory banks carefully, but failed to come up with it.

"We've been conversing via the bulletin, haven't we? You'll have to forgive me for not remembering your name, because there have been quite a few people I've been speaking with lately," he said, standing up and extending a hand.

"Has the place been treating you well so far?"

The poor girl, she clearly had no idea what she was getting into. Shion couldn’t help but smile down at the poor thing before leading her over towards an empty seat, sitting down on it quickly as her grasp on her hand never loosened. “Oh, I just woke up here! It’s quite strange … I do not think I am anywhere near my home! Why am I here?”

Perhaps she was being too nice. Yes, she thought to herself dryly, her eyes looking over the blonde haired child for a moment before finally returning to stare the girl in the eye, too nice. She doesn’t deserve it, not after she tried to be Satoshi. No one could be him but him!

“By the way, my name’s Sonozaki Mion. It’s nice to meet you …?” Considering things were still unknown to her, Shion knew better than to outwardly give her name. If they were still anywhere near Hinamizawa, that would end badly …

But wait! I’ve been given a second chance! I shouldn’t have to lie … unless this is all an elaborate trick, and they’re trying to get me to say my name! What if I’m going to be punished again? Shion’s mind flew through all the possibilities of what could happen to her if her real identity was shown, and everything she thought up … ended in just more blood.

Leon opted for the Sun Room instead of the Music Room simply because the smaller room would no doubt feel more crowded than the larger. He found someone who didn't seem too energetic, and took a seat by them. Hopefully that would count as being social--he wasn't avoiding other people, at least--because he was feeling pretty mentally worn out from his efforts throughout the day.

His list of items to research and look into was quite a bit longer than he had originally anticipated. That was no matter, since research was one of this activities he was naturally good at. Besides, it gave him something to be social about, instead of losing himself in reminscing... though, he did like his memories. So many to go through.

Pulling his head up slowly at the call, he turned his head to regard the person greeting him and managed a pleasant smile. "Hello," he replied and scribbled down a few more notes before pulling himself free of the many slips of paper. He had to pick a few off and replace them on the board. "Yes, I do believe that I'm new here to this... interesting concept. Is there something that I can help you with?"

Ah good. It was the right person. That was a relief at least. He was one of the people for the... 'History Club'. That's what it had been hadn't it? He nodded in agreement when the man placed him as a person from the bulletin. "Yes. I'm called Allelujah Haptism. I was asking if people had heard about the various political entities where I'm from." That was one thing which leant credence to the idea that people were from different 'worlds'. Even if people were insane, surely at least some of them would know the year and recognise the major world powers. And it was inevitable that many of them would have recognised the name Celestial Being.

He took the man's hand, shaking it firmly when it was offered."It's quite alright for not remembering. It seems to receive a lot of traffic and one name is easy to overlook." And he hadn't exactly gone out of his way to make it obvious.

He glanced around the room, a faint smile on his lips at that question. "It's interesting," he replied. "Everyone has told me things that sound utterly unbelievable, but so many stories correlating seems impossible to deny. Unless there's something in the food...

[[Unknowingly waiting for a certain Murder Princess]]

Being a scholar was good for many things; Raine felt a little better after the debate on magic and other worlds, just because it was something new and interesting to think about.

After all she'd been through, she was good at pushing unwanted feelings aside; she just didn't feel like dealing with the sense of loss. Knowing she hadn't been abandoned didn't help as much as she would have hoped, but she was still hanging in there.

Having something to do helped, so she settled on a couch with a book. She'd find her other friends later, if they didn't find her.

[free]

After Hokuto dragged the details of this morning's embarrassing encounter out of him, Subaru really didn't feel much like company. He thought about asking the nurse if he could go back to his room and lie down, but decided maybe that was a little bit extreme. Instead, he just found an empty armchair in the Sun Room and curled up there.

As soon as Falis found out why the nurse was asking her about music, the princess decided to not go to the music room. True, she genuinely disliked the Sun Room but being stuck in an even smaller room full of people playing music instruments they probably couldn't do reminded her too much of some of the town performances she had to attend because that's what the princess was supposed to do. Besides, a comfy couch sounded nice given the slight throbbing of her ribs.

The bounty hunter's eyes lit upon that woman from the place where she woke up in after fighting the needlely-bladed monsters with the boys. What was it Hokuto had called her? A healer. Yes, that was it. Falis had wanted to ask one of those people about resurrection.

The problem was, she couldn't remember why. Regardless, she figured she'd recall at some point during the conversation, so she walked over to where the woman was sitting with a book.

"Oi! Hey you!" she called out as she got closer; it wasn't like she had anything else to call her. "Tell me what you know about resurrection." It should have been a question, but it came out a little bit more like an order than the princess intended. Oh well.

[for Wolfram and Rude]

Damn those nurses. Bitch had the worst timing ever, to drag him away right then, and during one of those shifts where patients ended up split in different areas, too.

He headed for one of the couches without paying much attention to where he was going, distracted by both his conversation with Dean and the sudden of appearance of...fuck, his head was going to explode.

He should've been elated by this news, except he wasn't. And that annoyed him.

While Shana had managed to help distract him for a short time, Wolfram's poor mood wasn't completely driven away, and as soon as he was led away from lunch it came back in full force. He decided to head back to the sun room rather than find out what the music room was like, knowing at least that he could possibly find a couch to sit and think or look for new posts on the bulletin board.

Lost in his own world of frustration, he wasn't paying all that much attention to where he was walking, nor did he notice that the couch he was aimlessly heading for was already occupied.

All he caught was a speck of red from the corner of his eye, and by the time he tried to stop himself, his balance was already gone. In an extremely un-princelike manner, he tumbled forward, finding himself in said redhead's lap.

For a moment he was too stunned to move.

Augh, what was it with people always landing in his lap? This was like the friggin' second time it'd happened in the past couple of days. Jesus, these people had to be fucking blind or something because he really wasn't that hard to miss, seriously.

With an irritated, "Son of a bitch," he immediately shoved the kid off, half on instinct and half because he really just didn't care if this little blond ended up on his ass or not. Whatever. Teach him to look before sitting down. Christ.

"The hell's wrong with you? I know one blind guy and even he managed not give me a goddamned lap dance."

Not that Sasuke's blindness was natural in any way. But that wasn't the point.

Heiji opened one eye lazily at the guy who'd sat next to him. As far as he remembered, he didn't know the guy, but he'd sat down as though expecting to talk about something deep or meaningful--without so much as a 'Hey, can I sit with you? My name is X, how do you do?'.

"Trying to look like you're talkin' t'someone?" Heiji asked, tilting his head to look at the unknown boy. "Or have we met?"

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