Day 33: Greenhouse (Men)

[idolism]

_{[About to make a new fan friend.]}

By the time Aidou arrived at the greenhouse, he was once again immersed in his own thoughts. Idle talk with Anise was over. Where the hell was Kyon? Nurses usually gave the excuse of “they’re sick” or “they’re sleeping,” which were no doubt lies, but given out during the instances where prisoners actually came back. They weren’t giving those excuses now. Just like they hadn’t with Akatsuki.

The vampire bit at his bottom lip as he walked towards the back.

He didn’t know why he found the greenhouse a bearable place to be--it was hot and sunny, a human-maintained place that a vampire shouldn’t want to be. It had life in it, however. Plants might not have liked him, but he didn’t mind plants, even when they were poorly tended to like these ones. Roses, what the girls enjoyed caring for. Sunflowers. Japanese flowers.

Near the back, Aidou took a seat on a bench situated between two palm trees, and turned slightly so that he rested his back against a trunk. There weren’t any true night-blooming flowers, though… which made things infinitely lonely. He crossed his legs, then folded his arms over his stomach before closing his eyes. He should consider direction to take with the coming night--all he knew was that he couldn’t get caught up in the same useless routines. Even the intercom announcements had had a change in tone; things were changing. He needed to, as well.

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[arrogantflame.livejournal.com]

[Fan? Yeah right.]

Well, despite everything that Wolfram did not like about being stuck in this place, he had to admit that so far it was an improvement over yesterday. So far he hadn't been taunted, or ignored, or accidentally sat on anyone (what he wouldn't give to take that moment back). It was frustrating knowing that he couldn't act out, that even though he wasn't literally behind bars it was still very much a prison. He had noticed that the intercom's voice seemed different than yesterday, but beyond that he wasn't particularly in the mood for figuring it out.

But he also had to admit that the greenhouse was a nice surprise, nicer than the field this morning. It was warm, and everything reminded him of the gardens back home. Obviously there were none of the flowers that his mother had specially bred, but they were still pretty.

The warmth was making him vaguely sleepy again, and he considered finding a place to nap among the greenery - he had no intentions of getting his hands in the dirt right now. Maybe there would be a bench, or... Yes, that would work. There was a place next to where someone else seemed to be resting, and it would be easy enough not to disturb them much.

"Mind if I sit here?" Wolfram situated himself opposite the other boy before waiting for an answer, one of his legs lightly touching his while he got comfortable.

Eyes half closed, he blinked suddenly in surprise as he really took in the other boy's appearance. He was... very pretty. Much like himself, in fact.

[idolism]

_{[Damn straight. Fangirl.]}

Aidou opened his eyes only enough to regard the uninvited person from beneath his lashes. A boy. Blood that had a foreign edge to it. If it'd been someone who had simply invaded his personal space because the rest of the greenhouse was getting crowed, then he might've ignored them as they were bound to ignore him. This one had come straight for him.

As it was, the vampire shifted away, tightening the fold of his arms in a guarded way.

"I doubt my opinion would stop you," Aidou noted dryly. The look he was getting made him more wary than pleased. What was this? Some other unfamiliar pretty boy wanted to bug him?

He was a little more surly than normal, simply because, like with Larsa, he noticed something he would've rather not. At least not today. Upper class bloodlines of any kind were easy to spot, being of one himself.

[part1of3.livejournal.com]

[waiting on some Dias, I do believe♥]

Well. The scheduled meeting at lunch had proven kind of interesting, if a little flustering. Recently Ashton had been rather curious about the others in this Institute that had shared his nighttime fate, and had reached out to them, only to find that there was a world of confusion revolving around the entire matter. Was there a pattern? Which people got taken and which people wouldn't? Ashton wasn't sure if he was mentally capable of finding a connection between all of that.

It was definitely a topic worth considering. Maybe Ashton would leave the thinking to Miles and Javert, and he could do a little research in the meantime.

As he was being led to the greenhouse, Ashton couldn't help but survey the surrounding area. Yeah.. he'd been here a few nights earlier. He'd intended on collecting herbs he could dry in his closet or something, but it had turned out that Claude had the same idea. Oh, poor Claude. Ashton wondered if they could make an antidote bottle of some sort tonight. He didn't want to be a walking clinic, but if he'd just had an antidote that time--

"Chin up, Paul," his nurse said cheerfully as she let him off in the greenhouse. "Why don't you plant some seeds? It'll calm you right down."

He nodded shyly and went to collect a seed packet when he was rather distracted by some little seedlings that needed transplant. Those were... enticing. Ashton knew his thumb wasn't quite green. Actually, it was blacker than - than the blackest thing he could think of. But he really did want to help, if only to get his mind off those terrible experiences.

So the unlucky swordsman got to work transplanting tiny seedlings into bigger pots, hoping they wouldn't just wilt over and die like most everything else he touched.

[heavens-too-far.livejournal.com]

Dias had kept to himself most of the day after his conversation with Lust. He'd done what he could to stay positive, or at least sound productive, for her sake, but having lost someone whom he'd understood so well - and who had understood him in return - had been a harsh blow, and for his own part there was no softening it. While there had been no faulty reasoning in his hopeful declarations of finding Scar to Lust(there was no concrete reason not to think he was out there, somewhere), he certainly hadn't believed it. He doubted she had, either, even if she'd tried to convince herself it had been true.

He'd become more accustomed to being around other people since he'd come to the institute, but there were still situations in which he wanted nothing more than to be alone.

Still, he wouldn't be spending the night with Ashton - for the first time in awhile - and he wanted to see his friend before dinner. So he was relieved when, upon entering the greenhouse, he saw a familiar back...even if it was missing two key identifying features.

"Ashton," he greeted the other man as he moved to stand beside him.

[crimson-handed.livejournal.com]

Goddamn, he was bored. All of the second shift he'd just lounged by the doors, waiting to get back inside; lunch had hardly been interesting, either. He'd been trying to look for Roy for reasons even he wasn't entirely clear about. But hey, it never hurt to hunt down an old friend and torment the hell out of them.

So now Kimbley was back in the greenhouse, the place he'd first met Mustang in this godforsaken asylum, staring at the collection of plants in pots. Some of them had to be at least a little poisonous. Even poison ivy would do at this point. Enough of it could provide a fairly noxious mixture, or a severe skin irritant. But this place was well-kept, and who in their right mind grew poison ivy for fun? Damn.

[muted-flame.livejournal.com]

Honestly, Roy didn't know why he hadn't just opted to stay in the Sun Room. The only real reason to actually go and participate in the activities was that it was what most of the patients did, so he had a better chance of coming across someone he needed to talk to. Of course, that also meant he had a better chance of running into someone he didn't want to talk to.

The various plant life was intriguing enough, though he had no interest in getting dirty. They got so few showers as it was. He knew that some alchemists had a knack for manipulating plants, like those Tringham brothers, but it wasn't something he had practiced at very much. He more often burned the plants.

Speaking of destructive tendencies and people he didn't want to talk to, it looked like Kimbley was present. The greenhouse still wasn't very crowded, so Roy wasn't sure what his chances of avoiding the man was. He tried to move to another part of the area and hoped that the various plants would keep him hidden.

[enigmaticmedium.livejournal.com]

[Free]

The last time he'd been in the greenhouse, it had been with Seishirou. Considering the man's apparent disappearance and Xelloss's own activities last night, it really was nostalgic. Very strange to be nostalgic for something that had happened so recently!

He wasn't exactly happy about the boards, but becoming angry over them would do no good. Was Zelgadis turning the moment after he'd agreed to truce? Honestly, and he tended to think badly of humans who bargained with Mazoku, but maybe there was something to be said against the other direction as well...

Frankly, it was very annoying despite his efforts to keep up a good attitude, and the nurse trying to show him how to cut leaves off of plants to make them grow more quickly didn't have very much attention given to her. Homesickness? Ah! That was an uncomfortable flavor.

[human-sponge.livejournal.com]

Wandering into the greenhouse, Peter took some time to look around, seeing how he hadn't been to this area before. Besides, it wasn't like he got to see much foliage in New York (though the top of the Deveaux mansion had been decorated with some nice plants), so this place deserved a closer look.

He could only imagine how unsettling it would be to come here at night, though. After experiencing a few of those nightshifts, he had started to look at stuff during the daytime in a different way. At least he knew everything was safe for now, though he made a conscious decision not to come here after hours unless he had to.

As he continued to search through the greenhouse, he came across a patient who was being given an impromptu lesson by one of the nurses. The nurses weren't usually so involved (from what Peter had seen, they tended to just stand around and watch for trouble), so he paused for a moment to listen in. As for the patient, it looked like he was zoning out -- not that Peter could blame him. Plants weren't terribly interesting. Even stranger was the purple hair, but by now he was getting used to odd hair colors.

[rappigs.livejournal.com]

[freeee]

Peony hadn't expected to be handed such big pruning shears.

He'd never been to a greenhouse like this before; most of the plants he saw were cut and on banquet tables, or in sprays throughout his palace. Grand Chokmah had its share of plants, too, but he didn't really get to walk around town much. And beyond the other side of the town there was a forest. He could not see the forest from the palace. All he could normally see was water - water, as far as the eye could see. Rarely plants. So of course an environment like this intrigued the ecletic emperor.

He was already in a sunny sort of mood; talk with Gailardia last shift had made him rather effusive, and the thought of going about with his servant and Haseo tonight was rather exciting. Traipsing about with all these young men made these old bones feel young again! Now Peony knew why Jade had really left Grand Chokmah to run around with Anise and the rest. It wasn't duty, it was-- to suck their youth out of them like a vampire!!

But - well. A greenhouse seemed like a nice place to visit, but not to work. Still, here he was now, standing in front of a bush with a pair of shears.

Where... to start?

[lighthearted]

[For Demyx.]

It had been nice to see Renji again, seeing how hard it was for the two of them to get a chance to talk these days. The subject matter hadn't been the best, but at least Sora had a plan for what he was going to do about Luxurd now.

Even though he doubted there was going to be any sign of the Organization member, Sora still looked around for him when he was led into the greenhouse. The place was relatively empty, and none of the patients already there even resembled Luxord.

That was probably for the best, though. Sora didn't want to have to deal with him just yet.

Instead he started to stroll among the plants, looking them over with mild curiosity. He didn't get to come to the greenhouse too often, so he considered it a treat if only because it was different. It wasn't long before a nurse intercepted him, though, and pressed a spade into his hands. "Now, Matthew, wouldn't you like to help with some planting?"

Sora blinked up at the woman and then looked down at the gardening tool. Well, why not? It would be a good way to pass the time, at least. He nodded, and the woman led him over to some fresh soil. "Now, you just start digging a space here to put the plant in."

Sora wasn't used to this sort of gardening, especially since most of the plant life on Destiny Islands grew without needing any help, but he started working on it nonetheless. Once the nurse was satisfied with the job he was doing, she let him be.

[sitard3d.livejournal.com]

Demyx had spent most of the day looking for an Organization member to talk to, to no avail. The ones he'd seen had all been busy, and he had enough experience in that area to know that most of them didn't take kindly to being interrupted. (They rarely took kindly to much of anything, actually.) So he'd sort of been hanging around awkwardly, waiting for a moment that never arrived when he could insinuate himself.

Still, even knowing he was likely going to miss his last opportunity to find someone in the Organization to hide behind accompany for the night - it was unlikely any of the Organization, besides Marluxia, gave a damn about plants - he couldn't pass up the opportunity to go to the greenhouse. Between the Castle and his lame assignments in the Underworld and Hollow Bastion, when was the last time he'd actually seen a plant? It probably wasn't healthy.

His nurse apparently had picked up on his enthusiasm, and smiled brightly at him. "Why don't you help plant something, Ryan? You could work with Matthew; he's all by himself over by that pot."

Seeing no particular reason to protest, Demyx allowed her to begin guiding him towards the crouching boy...but then the boy straightened a bit, revealing a hand of absolutely unmistakable spiky brown hair, and he did his best to stop dead. "Ah, maybe I could work somewhere else?" he half-inquired, half-pleaded, trying unsuccessfully to tug his sleeve out of the woman's deceptively strong grip.

"Nonsense! I'm sure the work and the company will do you both good." The nurse, either oblivious or simply persistent, tugged Demyx straight over to the boy - who wasn't a Matthew at all, who wasn't even a Roxas now - and all but pressing down on his shoulders to make him sit. "I'm sure Matthew doesn't bite."

Before Demyx could say anything about bludgeoning with large metal keys, she'd bustled off.

[longlivetheking]

[unknowingly waiting for Roxas!]

Scar eyed the plant he was supposed to (or at least, according to his nurse) place into the soil. Doubtlessly, its purpose was to make sure this plant would grow, but the King still had no idea what to make of this activity. The few plants back home never needed any help with growing, and he couldn't quite figure out why these humans had put them into a pot in the first place.

He eventually made himself comfortable somewhere near the plants, observing both the vegetation and the patients with mild curiosity. The item the nurse had shoved into his hands lay untouched next to him. It wasn't that often he was allowed outside without having to worry about any monsters, so he would rather enjoy the little thing he was used to instead of digging in the dirt.

The walls of this institute made him feel more imprisoned, and in a sense they were almost claustrophobic. He frowned, wondering how these humans could live between four walls for such a long time without going crazy.

[358days.livejournal.com]

[Oh god, sorry I'm late. DX]

Planting and cultivation activities? Uh. Okay. That sounded kind of boring to Roxas, but when the only other option for this shift was the Sun Room and he'd yet to see this part of the institute, he figured he'd go along with it. It would be better to see it during the day before tackling it at night anyway, so despite his misgivings about the situation, he was quick to follow his nurse's instructions and find a place to work.

As it turned out, though, actually working on his appointed task was something that Roxas found some difficulty in. Sure, looking after plants wasn't exactly difficult, but looking around and trying to memorize the layout of the room for later was putting a damper on his ability to concentrate on his "assignment."

After a moment or two more of obvious distraction, however, he shook his head slightly and turned to the plants he was supposed to be taking care of, if a little absently. He had yet to actually acknowledge the man he was working next to, but chances were he would even if he didn't speak up.

[nobleman]

[For Claude, I believe?]

Excited about the prospect of getting to the basement tonight, Guy was happy to enter the greenhouse. While it wasn't exactly outside, it was close enough, and it was nice to get out twice in one day like this, though his time on the recreational field had been soured by Sync bothering him.

Speaking of which, was the God-General anywhere to be found? Guy let out a mental sigh of relief when he saw that the only green to be seen were the plants themselves.

Some patients were already busy playing with the gardening tools, and while Guy was usually the first to get his hands dirty with manual labor, he knew his hands couldn't take it after last night. He didn't mind just sitting around and watching everyone else, though. It was kind of warm in here, but he liked the feeling of the sun on his skin.

Actually, what gardening really reminded him of Pere, which was by no means a bad thing. He hadn't seen him in a while, either, though it was probably better that he kicked this wave of nostalgia before it went too far.

[full-score.livejournal.com]

Claude wasn't exactly in the best of moods by the time lunch came to an end, and his nurse had grown increasingly concerned. He'd waved her off, saying that he was just tired, though as soon as she asked whether he wanted to skip the greenhouse shift, he insisted on going. It'd be nice to get a good look at the place during the day, and not exactly for research purposes, either.

When he finally arrived, he gazed around at all the greenery with a brighter expression than he'd had before. True, this was the place where he'd nearly gotten killed a few nights ago, but what happened, happened, and he knew he couldn't go stewing about it every time he walked in here. He should just be thankful Ashton had bailed him out, right?

Speaking of Ashton, he was about to go searching for his friend, but a nurse intercepted him, handing him some gardening tools and some seeds. "Why don't you try working with these, Thomas?" she suggested. "You might like it."

Distracted by the tools now, Claude examined them closely, realizing he'd never seen anything quite like them in his life. He looked up and immediately spotted Guy sitting alone, making his way over to the blond.

"Do you know what these are used for?" he asked once he'd approached him, looking a little embarrassed.

[whohitreset.livejournal.com]

If the gardening gloves hadn't been so filthy, Matt might have considered trying to steal a pair. He still might, if he thought he could get away with it. They might be able to be washed eventually, though they'd never be completely free of greenhouse dirt.

He kept himself positioned near the door, glancing up whenever someone entered. Mello really did owe him for all of this.

The hole Matt had begun digging slowly with his shovel was getting far too deep. A passing nurse stopped to point this out and gently advise him to put some of the dirt back before placing the flower in. After murmuring a consent, the young man obliged. Anything to pass the time. He didn't understand how anyone could enjoy gardening for a living.

[darwinism]

[ Sylar, I guess. 8D; ]

Sylar could see the appeal in gardening even though it wasn't a personal hobby of his. After all, he understood the pleasure in meticulous work and long-term projects, the satisfaction of finding out what something needed and the ability to trim something down or to dismantle it if it no longer served a purpose. To use the trash from a failed attempt to cultivate something new, something better.

Of course, all of this had once been true of his watchmaking. Now it was true of something else, something else that seemed to be in more and more jeopardy as time passed. He didn't trust Elle and so he had tried to contact the cheerleader herself after lunch, but it seemed like he'd taken a wrong step somewhere in the message board conversation. He could still repair the damage, still gain her trust and use his fake identity as a failsafe if Elle turned on him, but it wasn't the optimum situation he wanted. It all wouldn't bother him so much if he weren't worrying about how to satisfy Eddie as well, wouldn't bother him so much if he weren't relying on the actions of so many people. He was used to focusing all his attention on one individual, one interesting toy, not on weaving a web of lies. Sure, it gave him a safety net, but if one strand of that web was severed, the whole thing could potentially come tumbling down if he wasn't quick to repair it. He didn't mind revealing himself, but it had to be after he'd gotten what he wanted, or at least when he was close to it. Neither was true at the moment, unfortunately.

So now he was doing some other menial errand for some other patient. He'd offered his services because he'd hoped to get something out of it, and he'd been right; a syringe would allow him to get some blood out of the cheerleader quickly even if he wasn't able to kill her. Getting her brain was a secondary priority, anyway; he needed his powers back. He needed to put this reliance to a stop, reassert that he was more important than these people he was temporarily dependent on.

Sylar remembered what the person on the message board had said--5'5", dark hair, and glasses. Young. Sylar thought he saw someone who fit the description as soon as he entered the Greenhouse, and so he approached the guy with a friendly smile even though he had caution on his mind. You couldn't always trust the bulletin board...

"Hi," he said amiably, sounding a little unsure. "I hope you're the friend of someone who needs a watchmaker."

[uruz-vii.livejournal.com]

[For Allelujah!]

Sousuke didn't especially want to dig around in the dirt. The fact that Miku was still around and protesting rather heavily that she was okay worried him. But the men were separated from the women, and thus Sousuke had to wait until that night to see her. A thought which bothered him. If he found her in bandages, how would he live with himself? He would have been the one to give her those wounds, due to his blind move to test the fountain.

And so, he sat in front of his pot, staring into its depths and cursing his staunch, systematic, military sensibilities.

[tender-cruelty.livejournal.com]

Well, that had been an interesting talk. Unsettling though. He'd revealed too much and there was someone like but not like him here. Homura... Intriguing but terrifying, even if some of what he said made sense. He rubbed his head tiredly when he was led away by the nurse, making sure to keep a couple of steps behind her as he was lead to the greenhouse.

The air was hot enough to be nearly stifling in there and it took Allelujah a moment to catch his breath. Gardening, the nurse told him. He didn't have any idea how to garden, had never done it. Had never had the chance to do it. He took a couple of the tools and looked around, spotting a boy, maybe a little younger than himself. His eyes narrowed, noticing the cross shaped scar on his cheek. He'd been meant to talk to someone, hadn't he?

He approached the boy, offering him a polite, slightly wary smile. "Ah, hello. Are you Mr Sagara?"

[byname-bynature.livejournal.com]

Artemis awoke with a start from what he could only describe as a bad dream. In it, Haku had been slowly sinking into the floor, and no matter how hard the boy tried, he couldn't pull his friend up. He was too weak. He had been screaming for help, and it had looked like Renji and Hitsugaya were coming to help. But when he looked down and looked back up, they had changed--into Doctors Disraeli and Muraki. Artemis had been yanked away from Haku's hands kicking and screaming.

And then he woke up in a cold sweat. That had never happened before. He'd never dreamt of anything after the night had ended.

"Well finally awake, sleeping beauty?" Nurse Hedgerow chirped, breezing into the room. Artemis frowned slightly at her, still trying to catch his breath.

"Finally...?"

"You've slept through almost the entire day, sweetheart," his nurse said with a frown. "But you had a light fever, so I let you sleep it off." She put a hand to his forehead and, satisfied, declared him fit for patient consumption interaction. He could eat at dinner.

She escorted him to the bulletin board first, where he jotted off a quick note to Hitsugaya, then was taken to the Greenhouse. Again. Had it really been a week since he'd been here? Quite possibly... He sat in front of another pot, wondering where his first had gone, and contemplated if he actually wanted to do anything with it.

He'd had an appointment to meet Captain Zelnick at breakfast. Damn.

[Haha~ for Zelnick and (I think) ZEX! ♥]

[captain-hunam.livejournal.com]

When he was younger, Zelnick had hated gardening, hated getting dirt under his fingernails and on his clothing when his parents told him to. (It was entirely different when he was mucking about with other kids, because then it wasn't work.)

It was amazing what a few years of "gardening" being strictly hydroponics and strictly tech work could do for his opinion on it. The greenhouse smelled green, like earth and Earth plants; for the second time that day, he just basked in the feel of the place he was in, even if it wasn't quite home.

Then he looked for someone to talk to, someone that wasn't ZEX (he couldn't want to talk to him less, right now), and spotted a slightly annoyed looking teenager. As good as anyone, he supposed, and walked over with a friendly smile.

"Got any plans for that pot?" he asked, cheerily, standing a couple feet away.

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

[waiting for Bridget!]

Armand's heart was still racing from the encounter at the beginning of lunch. He didn't even pay attention to where the nurse was leading him. He'd never done any of the outdoors activities before today, usually opting to stay in the Sun Room. Then the aroma of fresh dirt and stale water and the sharp tang of recently cut vegetation--she was leading him into a greenhouse!

"No," he muttered and balked at the door.

Her hand was firm on his arm. "You should get outside more, Gilles," she admonished. Yes, it was one of those nurses, one of the ones who talked down to him as if he were a child and tried to get too personal.

"You don't understand..." But there wasn't anything he could say, nothing that would fit into the tiny world of the nurse's belief. Armand let his chin drop to his chest, and she led him to a bench where some seedlings waited to be re-potted. Not narcissi or violets, thank God, since those delicate early spring flowers were not handled that way.

Armand stared glumly at the dirt and tools, unable to pick any of them up. He tried very hard not to think of Jeanne.

[roger-hug.livejournal.com]

Bridget liked gardening and happily chatted with his nurse about flowers, plants, and the best food for different types of perinniels. Though she didn't give away personal information, he did wonder if she had a garden at home.

If she had a home.

He wasn't so cheerful at that thought.

Bridget looked around, smiling happily and going over to Mr. Armand's side.

"Armand! I'm glad to see you," he said, frowning as he caught the look on his friend's face. "What is it?"

[littlegoblinjr.livejournal.com]

[To be haunted by the smell of wet dog.]

Harry jerked himself away from the orderly the second the man released him, turning to glower at him when he gave Harry a disapproving "Behave now." Stalking away, Harry cursed none to softly to himself. He'd had that bastard right where he wanted him! As far as he was concerned, the timely rescue by the staff was the only reason Eddie Brock was still alive.

Flinging himself angrily down on a bench, Harry proceeded to work himself up into an increasingly foul mood, glowering at anyone who dared come near him. How dare that stupid grunt lay a finger on him! He was an Osborn and nobody, nobody manhandled him! And Peter! Just standing there watching, like Harry didn't have every right to go after the bastard who'd stabbed him. While he'd been protecting Peter no less! Acting like he was a badly behaved child.

The thought of Peter being disappointed with him was enough to make him pause in his inner tirade. Peter didn't have any right to act like that, but-

Rubbing thoughtlessly at his chest, Harry continued to glare about him. God, times like this, all he wanted was a drink.

[ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com]

[One wet dog, comin' atcha!]

Logan was in a mixed mood when the intercom sounded. On the one hand, his conversation with Clark had brought back a lot more bad memories, but on the other, he felt it was a good thing that he'd at least made the kid stop to think before running blindly off. But then again...that business at Parker's table couldn't be ignored. He'd have to speak to his roommate about the whole incident tonight.

In the meantime however, there was the option of either the Sun Room or the Greenhouse, apparently. Logan was starting to get sick of the Sun Room, especially in light of the far-too-many bad experiences he'd had in there. And despite overhearing that that was where Brock would be, he decided the boy could better be dealt with when the lights went out; obviously that kid paid no heed to stern words, so perhaps something a little more convincing might be in order.

Logan allowed himself to be led outside again, enjoying the warm afternoon sun as it beamed through the Greenhouse's glass panels. He wasn't much of a gardener, but appreciated being around these elements of nature all the same. It didn't take long before he caught sight of the other kid who'd been at that table at lunch, the one who'd tried to stab Brock. He had to respect the kid's tenacity. It reminded Logan of himself.

The young man looked pissed off, and Logan felt he had good reason to. Moving over to him, he sat beside him on the bench, staring straight ahead. "I know tha' look. Yer wishin' they'd give us a rum ration or somethin' similar, righ'?" He smiled as he turned to the boy, offering his hand. The guy had tried to defend Peter, so he could be considered an ally. At least until Logan learned otherwise. "Name's Logan. I'm Parker's roommate, an' in a differen' worl' from this, I s'pose ya coul' say I was his frien'. Saw ya a' lunch, wanted ta say thankya fer landin' a punch on that damn Brock kid. Not fer Parker's sake, min', I jus' can' stan' tha' kid. Needs ta be taught a lesson in more ways n' one." Hopefully that kind of introduction would clear up all of the 'who's' and 'what's' that would doubtless otherwise be running through his latest companion's mind.

[blurred-divide.livejournal.com]

[puppy for sale Free~ :D]

The greenhouse wasn't quite as ideal as a real, open garden, but it was close enough. Close enough, at least, for Angel to decide that he might actually find spending however much time he had in here somewhat worthwhile.

He sat down little off to the side, attracted to the scent of jasmine, and fingered the petals absently. Not night blooming, obviously, but that was hardly something he could complain about. He'd always liked being surrounded by flowers for their fragrance. Sometimes, it was enough to distract him from the scent of actual people.

[dawn-rune.livejournal.com]

[here, have some Dawn Rune! Smells like people and sunlight!]

While this was nowhere near as nice as really being out and about in natural surroundings, the plants were still quite cheering to Frey. He wasn't quite sure what to do, though, never exactly having done any gardening work before. Frey wished, suddenly, that he'd paid more attention to Goesch when the man had gone on proudly about his vegetable patch at the castle.

Nervously, Frey approached a lone man who didn't seem terribly busy. "Excuse me, but do you know anything about what we're meant to be doing...?"

[winged_moon]

[waiting for a rurouni]

Yukito found himself lost in thought as he was led from the cafeteria after lunch, barely listening as the nurse chattered at him. He did catch a comment in passing about how much "better behaved" he was today, though, which made him wonder what his other self had been doing the day before. A couple of orderlies had been lurking rather close to him that morning, as though they'd expected him to try something, though they'd backed off by now.

Apparently being well-behaved meant he was allowed to have a trowel, as when they arrived in the greenhouse Yukito found himself handed one as well as some small seedlings. The nurse brightly suggested that he try planting some flowers, patting his hand lightly before she disappeared again. Yukito blinked after her, then down at the little plants, then at the empty patch of ground by him.

It wasn't as though he had anything better to do, so Yukito shrugged mentally and set to work digging careful holes for the plants he'd been given. It was kind of relaxing - and it gave him time to think.

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

Even though the air outside the Institute was fairly warm, it still had a slight crispness to it that heralded coming winter. Inside the greenhouse, however, it was humid and sweltering, like the muggy August days Kenshin had left behind in Tokyo. Condensation beaded the glass walls and ceiling, and plants that he'd only heard of bloomed with cheerful abandon.

Kenshin had always been fond of growing things. He was a swordsman by calling, but a farmer by birth. Nearly three decades ago, parents that he barely remembered had tried to coax a meager living from the earth. Less than fifteen years ago, he'd briefly returned to that calling, tending a tiny farm in the mountains with Tomoe for a few brief, blissful months.

...But enough thinking about that.

His nurse had lead him over to a lanky young man who seemed to be tending seedlings, and told him to "make a new friend." With that, the rurouni was left standing near the boy, watering can in hand.

"Please pardon the intrusion," he murmured, bowing politely.

[screwthegods]

[Waiting to kick a couple of puppies.]

The nurse had been hesitant, but Homura insisted on not spending his final shift in the Sun Room. Since the greenhouse wasn't going to be filled with people running and throwing and kicking, the woman was more easily swayed, and soon Homura found himself seated near the end of one of the rows.

And looking at the flowers.

It wasn't appropriate, he knew, to feel sentimental at a time when he needed to be clever. But it had been several days since he had seen her, and knowing that she was alive in one form or fashion made the flowers easier to look at. Almost pleasant, really.

She would love this activity, if she were here. A terrible thought, and an overall experience that Homura wished Rinrei never had to endure. But when they were free...

He would have a garden for her.

[flashyaudacity]

Kaito was really, really glad to get out of the cafeteria. He was eager to get as far away from it as far as possible, and to leave the near-death experiences in there behind.

His elation at escaping the cafeteria, however, was quickly dampened when he caught sight of Homura. He was curious--really curious by now--about what the man wanted to talk about, but he wasn't exactly sure how pleasant or civil the conversation would be. They hadn't really spoken since the day the riot had broken out in the cafeteria, after all, and that had been only briefly...

Well, it was best to get it over with as soon as possible. He sauntered over towards the man, hands in his coat pockets. "So?" he asked when he got close, coming to a stop. "What did you want to talk about?"

[scaredy-crow.livejournal.com]

Crane had been somewhat surprised to learn that he had slept in (and been allowed to sleep in, for that matter), and had kept to himself for much of the rest of the day. At least, up until this point. He had wanted to go to the Sun Room, but his nurse had been particularly insistent that he at least attempt to be sociable and participate in the planned activity.

At least gardening didn't sound half as bad as the recreation field would have earlier, and at least his hand seemed to be on a speedy mend. It still might take a few days, but he could be patient.

Crane gave his nurse a bored look when she handed him a spade, then proceeded to try and find an unoccupied corner. Really, though, he was happy. Maybe if he could catch a moment when she wasn't looking, he could somehow find a way to smuggle the spade out. Otherwise, he might have to try coming back in here tonight. A spade be better than a flashlight, if only because of the blunt pointed end. If he could find some way to sharpen it, it would be a nice weapon. And still useful, should he find anything interesting that needed to be either dug up or buried.

[youlackmascara.livejournal.com]

Itachi had met two people from his own world and uncovered some interesting information. So far, it was a productive day, enough to put out of his mind last night's incident. He would deal with that problem when it became necessary, but for now it only obstructed his purposes.

Feeling generally more businesslike, he decided to continue making contacts among the patients. Itachi stared around in confusion at the place where he had been led before wandering over to an intelligent-looking man in the corner. There were plants inside a building, and most of the patients seemed to be moving dirt. It was rather beyond Itachi, but he dismissed it as unimportant and went on to greet the patient. "Hello," he said vaguely and stopped there, staring inquisitively at the other man.

[ham_fisted]

A sip of coffee. A sip of the best-smelling coffee he’d ever smelled, the only coffee the Institute had offered him, and he’d only gotten a sip. To say the least, Gumshoe was fuming. He felt just about ready to explode, but that was before his nurse had reminded him how lucky he was to have Maggie as a doctor.

His grin didn’t appear straight away, though it started to as he mulled it over. She was right! Finally, someone in the staff he could trust! She’d made it pretty clear she was on his side! He couldn’t wait for next therapy shift! He’d have a list of questions drawn up by then! Maybe he’d sneak something from one of the town stores, like a bunch of flowers! Pretty ladies deserved pretty gifts, though he was at a loss for what she would- oh, he couldn’t break the law, not even in a situation like this. Imagine the fuss he would cause if people discovered he condoned stealing! He had to set an example, didn’t matter that he was prisoner to Mr. Landel’s illegal enterprise.

The detective gasped as he was escorted into an unknown area, in awe of his lush surroundings. He couldn’t decide whether to smile or grimace. Was this the result of unpaid manual labor, or did Mr. Landel hire professional gardeners?

[damnrudecock.livejournal.com]

[For Badou]

Damn it! Sano didn't know how the hell he'd managed to sleep through lunch, but he had, and he wasn't happy about it. Neither was his stomach from the way it was growling, but Pinky wasn't about to let him go into the cafeteria now that the meal was over.

Oh no. Instead, Sano ended up in some room that was not only hot, but severely lacking in food.

Unless the plant in his lap was edible.

Sanosuke poke at one of the leaves, considering it. This place was supposed to be a hospital, right? If he poisoned himself, they could treat him. But at the same time, leaves weren't the same thing as meat by a long shot, meaning the whole thing might be a waste of time.

Fuck it all.

[strayfag]

Badou was having a wonderful evening too. Not only did he have to deal with a broken nose and mild sunburn, but he'd been all but chased off by some crazy lady and a little french guy with a chair. He was going to punch that guy in the ovaries if he ever saw him again. He told the nurse as much while she led him into the greenhouse, and switched topics entirely at random when he caught sight of the plants. "Can I have a tobacco plant?"

"No." She led him to a bench across from some rooster thing and sat him down.

"But I'm huuuungry. I need fooood."

She dropped a tomato plant in his lap and gave him a rather strained smile. "This is Bruce Lee. Play nice."

Badou looked down at the tiny thing while the nurse made her hasty retreat. "Hi Bruce." Kind of a weird name for a plant. He looked up at the guy across from him, a very serious expression on his face. "You're the weirdest rooster I've ever fucking seen. Are you edible?"

[black-ageha.livejournal.com]

The nurse had been right about one thing - Kikyo had a knack for flowers. It wasn't really what one would call a 'greenthumb,' but more of a habit that he picked up from an old cover. Back then, escaping from that tedious ikebana classroom was the only thing he wanted. But now, years later, he found himself pacing slowly through the flora of the greenhouse, pausing before a few familiar blossoms as he went.

His eyes fell upon a lone orchid, white with flushing pink tips that seemed to be on fire. He reached out with his slender fingers and touched it. There was an odd, fond smile on his face. It was a rare moment of tenderness that he betrayed as he thought about its namesake like a sepia colored memory of old.

[seiran314.livejournal.com]

Aya picked up an apron and a pair of plastic gloves when he entered the greenhouse and without any hesitation got to work. He liked the humid air, scent of warm earth and sensation of familiarity in the task of repotting plants. Ironically, he found it therapeutic, calming at least.

The young orchids were not as grand and pretty as the ones already in bloom, but Aya didn't really care. He shook the plant gently out of the pot and to the table in front of him. And when he was about to place it into another ceramic wrapper, there was someone fingering the flowers at the other side of the table. He could see raven hair and pale skin through a bush of leaves.

"Kikyo," he greeted calmly, then picked up the larger pot and started throwing in some soil.

[never-learns.livejournal.com]

[Free]

His conversation with Max had actually made Yohji feel a good bit better. It had been nice to feel like someone whole for a while, flirting like he hadn't managed to do just for fun in what felt like years. He actually smiled as he was led away and the greenhouse was something that he was glad to see, even if it hurt a bit to be reminded of the Koneko.

He quickly found himself a work bench and set about transplanting seedlings and pruning some of the overgrowing plants as best he could without using pruning shears. It was soothing to be around plants again. They were something he'd never stopped loving, helping something live and grow. It was nice to have something like that when compared to his night job.

[for-marian.livejournal.com]

Truth be told, the only things Leon knew about plants were which ones from his native environment could be edible or otherwise useful in an emergency. He knew nothing about how to grow them, and this world's flora was quite foreign to him. He hated looking ignorant, though, so he sought out someone who appeared to know what they were doing and sat nearby, hoping to be able to copy whatever it was they were doing. "Hello."

[intoindra.livejournal.com]

((Reserved for Heat))

The possibility of seeing real flowers and real greenery was never something that Roland was going to let go of. He had missed flowers more than most people could imagine, and even after being here for awhile, he still felt so stunned to see such growing, healthy plants. He knew it was only human nature to get used even to the best of conditions, but for now, he'd take what he could get.

Now, he just needed to see if his erstwhile 'comrade' was floating around. The last pair of nights had been a tremendous disappointment... which meant that, when he wanted to get something done, he'd have to rely on people who were good at what they did. And no one was better at being a demon than his fellow demonic cannibal. Ironic that that would be considered a positive thing.

[devourthem.livejournal.com]

It could be worse. It had been worse. Even as animalistic as the AI was, the sight of the greenery the institute held was a point of child-like wonder for him. Jumping from one world to another and only having mere memories of flora gave him an almost distracting curiousity about them.

He looked through the rows of neatly-arranged plants idly before spotting a familiar blond. Wasting no time making his way over to the other man, he shouldered in beside Roland, crossing his arms over his stomach. If he was smart, he'd keep quiet about Heat's obvious beaten look.

"Did you eat yet?" he asked simply, jumping right to the point.

[strange-unlife.livejournal.com]

[for Faust]

Shito was not the least bit interested in grubbing around in the dirt, but neither did he want to spend yet another shift lounging about in the Sun Room. Once upon a time he'd done little but lounge about, but the last months had gotten him more accustomed to regular activity.

Sighing, Shito chose an unoccupied spot and poked listlessly at some potting soil. He was going to have dirt under his fingernails. The nuses had damned well better let him go to the bathroom to wash his hands before dinner!

[empty-death.livejournal.com]

Faust decided that gardening would be preferable to spendning time alone with his thoughts in the Sun Room. At least here... She had enjoyed gardening. He could loose himself in the happier memories here.

He walked the rows, looking for a place to sit, when he spotted a young man that felt oddly familiar. He didn't recognize his face, but still, something about him tugged at a part of his mind.

Might as well find out what.

"Hello," he tried for a pleasent greeting as he sat down.

[el-lolly-eat.livejournal.com]

[Waiting for Matt]

Once escorted to the greenhouse, L scanned the area looking for anything that could prove to be of use, particularly if there was anything eatable. Strawberries would be a nice find... Or should he become overly desperate one of these days, humming bird feeders.

He noticed that Matt was nearby, meaning that there was a chance that he could use him to inform Mello that his file had been acquired. With their current situation, the sooner the item was taken out of L hands the better. Unfortunately, the young man was already engaged in conversation. Well, L could at least indicate that he wished to converse. He gave a small wave to Matt while he passed, then took a spot near the end of one of the rows, and stared down at a pot of honeysuckles.

[whohitreset.livejournal.com]

Zachary appeared to be what he said he was, and that was good enough for now. With future meetings arranged, if not set at a precise time just yet, Matt felt confident enough about leaving him to his own affairs. ...If there was anything else to do aside from gardening.

He approached the man casually, bringing his spade along. The tool was stuck unceremoniously into the soil before he sat down, and he brought it up full of dirt before addressing him. "So you needed something from me?"

[multiweapon.livejournal.com]

[ Free? ]

Greenhouse? It was a new place to explore, sure, but gardening wasn't exactly sitting on the top of Haseo's interest list. Arranging plants or trying to grow the things sounded just about as entertaining as watching paint dry. Then again, half the things they did around this place during the day had that same sort of paint-drying appeal to it. So Haseo proceeded into the greenhouse with a reasonable amount of reluctance and found a plant of his very own.

As he entered the new place, he recalled something from months earlier: Shino liked plants. He remembered that she had bought one for the Guild headquarters in The World because her apartment was too small to have the kind of plant that she wanted. Maybe if he got adequate at this whole greenhouse thing, he could try and take care of a plant on Shino's behalf. Until she woke up. "I guess.. it couldn't hurt to learn."

With less of a reluctance, and more of a willingness to learn, he sat down near one of the green..shrub things and looked at it. .."But what am I supposed to do with this?" He wondered out loud. The thing was pretty poor-looking.

[gentiana-clusii.livejournal.com]

"It looks kinda bad, doesn't it?" Ken smiled at the other boy, sitting across the table from him. "It might be rootbound, if it is it needs to be repotted. Or it might just need water. Houseplants can be tricky." Ken stuck a finger in the soil to test it--it was rather dry, and he encountered a root almost right away. "Repotting probably won't hurt."