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

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.

[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.

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.

[[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.

[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.

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.

Though he would never admit it, checking up with Fullmetal had been relieving. While he knew that he hardly had to worry about Edward, it was an inclination he couldn't kick so easily. Ed was still a child, after all, and there were certain things he probably still wasn't mentally prepared for. And this institute had a tendency to be mentally taxing, sometimes even more than physically so.

In any case, he now had yet another appointment set up, though this time he was going to have to wait for whoever it was to find him. Roy figured that sticking around in the Sun Room would be his best bet, seeing how all the patients would have to pass through it to get to the Music Room, anyway. He didn't mind the Music Room, necessarily, but sometimes it was difficult to focus on a conversation with all the extra noise (other than other patients' talking, which they were all used to blocking out by now).

He found an empty couch and sat down, making sure to watch the other migrating patients in hopes of picking out whoever was looking for him.

After a quick lunch consisting of him trying not to eat while his nurse reprimanded him, Okita escaped from the cafeteria and practically ran into the Sun Room to escape as soon as the shifts changed. The food was greasy, unrecognizable as anything edible and had been topped with pork. Like he was really going to eat that. His nurse had given him hell for it, but now he was free. Glancing around the room, Okita didn't spot Hijikata, but he did see Heiji already talking to someone and one other person he hadn't spoken to in quite awhile. Skipping across the room and leaving his nurse and that nasty food far behind, Okita moved over to the bulletin board and smiled at the demi-god seated beside it. "Waiting for someone, are we?"

[waiting for Angel and then Ashton]

Willow wasn't quite sure where she was supposed to meet the guy from the bulletin board, since they were allowed to be in either the Sun Room or the Music Room. But after a quick look around showed he wasn't there yet - or at least, nobody who looked like he said he did was there yet - she decided to stay in the Sun Room so she could keep an eye on the people filtering in.

He knew what she looked like. It shouldn't be that hard for them to catch each other, right?

Taking a deep, calming breath, Willow sat down on an empty couch near a window. She hadn't realized what happened to her was so... widespread. But as much as she didn't want to talk about it, Willow did need to know what to expect, so that she didn't hurt anyone else. And anyway, it probably would help her to talk to someone about what happened. Someone who didn't know her, and had gone through the same thing.

[unwittingly waiting for The Bride]

Zoro hadn't gotten the nap he'd been hoping to get lunch time. Though he certainly didn't begrudge his captain the conversation, he figured he may as well find himself a comfortably dark corner to hide away in until his next meal.

The music room held promise-- Brook was most likely already there and playing an instrument-- but though Zoro was curious to hear their new musician play his urge to nap won out as it always did. An empty couch was ideal and the swordsman wasted no time finding himself one.

He slept sitting upright with both arms crossed over his chest.

[[Reserved for Momo]]

Well. Signum wasn't any closer to getting any questions answered, but she couldn't complain that her meals had been boring. Their origins weren't the only strange things about the other prisoners.

But with the day wearing on she needed to concentrate on getting her orders and information on the basement, so she headed for the Sun Room and planted herself firmly in front of the bulletin board. It was here that she could learn the most.

Kunzite walked into a rather crowded sun room - at least, a bit more crowded than he had seen it previously - and headed immediately to the bulletin board. A soft curse escaped his lips; he had not meant to miss his scheduled encounter with Homura, but an ill feeling in his stomach - no doubt brought on by that odd-tasting melon - sidelined him for much of the shift. He thus hoped that the man would be around again now; even armed with an extensive map of the place, his few excursions during the night provided him with few answers. Granted, the company he followed could have been better, but this ignorance was primarily his own fault. If he wanted answers, he would need to properly cooperate with others; using people here was out of the question, at least for the immediate future. This "History Club" surely seemed like a good place to start.

He saw Homura instantly: an anxious yet impatient individual, his eyes colored startlingly differently - more so than he expected - with his back to the wall at one side of the board. Kunzite walked to the man calmly, stopping a few feet in front of him and bowing. "You are Homura?" he asked, making sure he had the right individual. "I am Kunzite, and I apologize for missing our previously arranged rendezvous."

Sanji entered the Sun Room and at once went about finding a good place to sit where Nami could see him easily once she came in. (Not that he was all that hard to miss to begin with, but he wanted to make extra sure...

Standing on a chair again wasn't an option, of course. His wounds still ached a bit from the last time. He was sure she'd be drawn right to him, anyway. His persona was just that magnetic.

Turning down the offer to go to the music room, Broolyn chose the sun room in order to keep tabs on the bulletin board. (Not that he was anxious about figuring out his plans for the night. Not at all.) It wasn't as crowded as he'd expected it to be, and many of the patients looked exhausted.

He hadn't given it much thought, used to having his sleep forced upon him, but how much rest did people really get here? Being out all night and all day? If it was all night. Perhaps they were forcefully knocked out in order to get some sleep? Such a confusing thing to think about. He didn't even know what it felt like to be truly sleepy. He was sure he'd find out.

Winry made notes of all of the rooms (nearly too many to keep track of) that they passed by on the way to the sun room, and surveyed the other patients' appearances. So this was supposed to be a mental hospital? A few patients looked injured as well, bandaged and... some of them appeared very strange. That unnerved her deeply. She remembered overlooking notes from military records; encrypted details of chimeras and other human experiments. She had to get out of here.

There was a bulletin. She could write there, although the notes that the patients wrote eachother were almost certainly monitored. She couldn't imagine them being there for any other reason than to let the staff keep an eye on their shennanigans. And she probably couldn't just drop names, lest she leave more individuals to be hunted down and identity-robbed.

Maybe there was somebody she knew here. There were some helpful soldiers out there. She could explain the trouble she was in.

A heavy realization hit her. Ed had, by all records, simply 'disappeared', and the government claimed not to know anything about it. But Ed was a deserter; she hated to think of what might have happened to him if he were to return... if he was caught... Ed could be held prisoner. She'd thought of it before, but never supposed he would ever let himself get caught. Damn it all, then how was she supposed to find him? They wouldn't put him in the same facility with all of these other captives, least of all one he could plan and collaborate with. She really needed to think. She found a seat on the couch and tried not to look worried. The more she could act friendly, the less they would suspect.

[free]

Shito doubted he wanted anything to do with the 'music room', since it would probably consist of too many people trying to play too many things at the same time, with little or no skill. Besides, the message board was in the Sun Room, so that was where Shito wanted to be.

After responding to the 'History Club' message, Shito found a spot that wasn't too crowded and settled in to rest for a bit. It had been a trying day, thus far.

[reserved for Willow]

Ashton found himself rather twitchy as he was led to the Sun Room. He'd kept to himself most of the day, doodling pictures of barrels in his notebook. Somehow he felt a little bit guilty about the previous night, as if his sleeping had somehow messed up the nightshift plans. Which it probably had. He hoped the Colonel would give him another assignment.

Right now he had to wait for his post-lunch date. Except it wasn't really a date, but it was a meeting with a girl, so... Ashton was a little nervous. He was generally nervous meeting new people anyway, but this was weird. They were about to discuss things he hadn't really wanted to talk in detail about for days.

But he had to be here for his fellow patients! He had to help in any way he could, right?!

The swordsman took a deep breath and popped down on the couch, tapping nimble toes in front of him in a steady rhythm. He had rhythm. He had music. He had his - well, that was certainly enough of that little tune, wasn't it.

As much as the music room sounded relaxing, Cloud would prefer the quiet and familiarity of the Sun Room. His strange encounter with Brook had left him wanting to have a little time by himself, if that were even possible in a place like this. It had been nice to meet someone of such unrelenting enthusiasm. Now it seemed a good time to consider what he might do for tonight.

He also had that sinking feeling of being forced to take medication again. His brain was still fuzzy about what he had done the previous night, and he was not looking for a repeat of memory loss. Has it been the medication or had it been something else entirely?

Perhaps he would have to find Brooklyn and inquire about where they had gone together that night. Surely Brooklyn would remember. He spied the other man speaking with a young woman, and he decided that it was not his place to intrude on their private conversation.

Instead, he wandered over to peer out the window. It seemed nice enough, and he hoped to be able to get out tonight for a bit.

[waiting for Renji]

The music room sounded like a poor place to meet, with all the musical instruments going off in different areas of the room played by individuals of varying skills and levels of tone deafness. Instead Hitsugaya waited on a couch near the entrance, planning to speak with the vice captain as soon as he had the chance. While he waited, he studied the list of names carefully, planning the night's assignments.

[]

He had been thinking it ever since his meeting with Ken and all throughout lunch--what the hell. What the hell was going on, where was this place, where was Kurikara, where was Tsuzuki and did he mention what the hell was going on--because maybe he should have put emphasis on that. It wasn't everyday he was kidnapped and had his abilities dampened to the point where he couldn't hear anyone even if they were right next to him.

It disturbed Hisoka on one too many levels, even more so considering this wasn't a test. There was no way out of this one and Hisoka didn't even know what 'this one' was!

The boy fought the urge to glare at every thing in the vicinity of the room, how could everyone be so relaxed about this? Were they resigned or did they just not know what was happening to them? He didn't know who was responsible for this mess, but he needed to find out so he could work on fixing it and maybe bash their head in.

...Investigation first, though.

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