Day 34: Breakfast

[screwthegods]

[starting off in M13]

The last part of the night was little more than a blur in Homura's mind. The men had rushed in, but not joined them, instead staying off to themselves. Before any of them had a chance to react, however, a voice sounded through the air, mocking some other person Homura had never heard of, and the patients themselves.

To Homura, whoever that man was, he sounded a great deal like a god.

But before he could ask questions, the demi-god found himself no longer in the chapel, but some strange room on a bed. Is that what Kenren had meant from his earlier warning? Homura sat up, glad at least that the world didn't spin when he did so. Then the same man from before began to speak again, with a completely different tone. It was confusing to hear him talk that way, calling them patients instead of prisoners as he had before. Homura listened quietly as the announcement was made, then got out of bed.

Maybe he wouldn't have to go anywhere yet. It wasn't like Homura knew where to go anyway, and that meant he had time. If this was his room, and if he had been here as long as Kenren had said, there was a chance he could find something with answers. The Taisho had even told him that Homura had seen Rinrei. Certainly he would've written something down, made a map, something that could let him find her again! He started with the desk at the end of his bed, first finding a small stack of notebooks. Picking up the first, he flipped through, turning the pages with quickening desperation as he found each one to be blank.

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M13

[strange-unlife.livejournal.com]

The morning announcement woke Shito from an altogether pleasant little nap, but he considered delaying a little while longer. Then he heard hurried rustling and moving about, and he opened one eye to look suspiciously over at his roommate.

Hn. Same guy as before, and not looking any worse for the wear. Fearsome experiments, indeed. "What are you doing?"

Re: M13

[screwthegods]

In his rush, Homura hadn't even noticed the person in the bed across the room from him. He jerked when the strange voice broke the silence, just as setting aside the first notebook he'd looked through for the next.

"Oh. Are you..." Homura paused, unsure of what to call this new person, or even of what to say. There were two beds in the room, along with two of everything else. It made sense that there should be two victims, he supposed. Still, that likely meant that this person knew him from before, and would expected to be known as well.

So he sighed, opening the second notebook and staring down at it as he replied. "I'm trying to find something. This is my desk, isn't it?" It would make sense for it to be. Yet Homura didn't ask out of malice, but honest curiosity. He didn't want to make a bad first impression...as the case may be.

[roger-hug.livejournal.com]

(For Armand?)

Bridget shot up in bed, gasping for air ashe looked around the familiar space of his room. His nurse was there almost instantly, making soft sounds and getting him up and dressed and off to breakfast.

A tray of food that he wasn't interested in was placed on the table and Bridget took a moment to glance around the room. Empty. He could afford a moment to himself. Placing his head on folded arms, he shivered slightly.

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

Armand had still been reeling dizzily from his wounds and even prepared to wave off any assistance from Dr. Uzuki. He didn't deserve the help. He'd been hurt because he was stupid. But then he'd heard--almost like a dream--the Head Doctor's voice berating them from a distance and everything went dark.

He woke up to the same voice, much clearer now, and the agony of his shoulder and arm screaming a bit less for being cleaned and wrapped in neat bandages. His arm was even in a sling to keep the muscles of his shoulder from pulling while they healed. He felt ashamed and ill, but peculiarly grateful that it wasn't his writing hand that had been injured.

He lay there, fighting back tears, until his nurse appeared and urged him out to breakfast. Because he couldn't carry it himself, she said she'd fill a tray for him if he was a good boy and took some painkillers. He nodded, not even hearing her or caring what she said, just knowing that answering her would make her go away for the moment. Then he spotted Bridget across the room. Alive. But something seemed wrong.

Armand arrived at Bridget's side as the nurse brought up a tray loaded with pancakes and syrup and large glass of juice.

"Oh good," she said cheerily, "you found your little friend. Take this and everything will be fine." She held out a pair of pills, not an injection--she wasn't trying to sedate him. Armand took and swallowed the pills with some juice, then sat as she wandered off.


"Bridget," he asked worriedly, "are you well?"

[deathandfudge.livejournal.com]

[Reserved for tall dark and Snarly]


By the time that they got to the caferteria, Rainier's anger was palpable, his teeth gritted from the effort of will it was taking him to not snap and kill everyone he saw. It wasn't fair to use his anger against landens like this, although it was becoming harder and harder to remember.

The female filled up a plate and guided him to a seat, setting the plate down on a long table and encouraging him to sit. Every nerve was on edge as he looked around, leashing his anger for now while he tried to work out what sort of place this was meant to be.

[thesadist]

Daemon was in a good mood when he glided into the cafeteria this morning. A very good mood. He'd finally accomplished a goal last night, and the spider silk he'd retrieved would hopefully prove very useful tonight, as long as they hadn't somehow sealed those skills away as well.

He was sobered somewhat by the weight of having to tell Lucivar that the two of them were alone here now - his father's disappearance weighed on him heavily despite his elation over his accomplishment the night before. But he had faith in his father - and in Jaenelle - and if they were not here, it merely mean that they were... elsewhere. Where he and Lucivar would find them again, he was certain. Still, having only the presence of his brother and his own - and that of the Lady Lia - on the psychic webs made one feel a little lonely.

...Only they weren't the only presence registering there this morning.

Daemon's good mood went right out the window.

A low snarl escaped his lips, golden eyes gleamed with cold rage as they scanned the interior of the room, searching for the source of the unfamiliar psychic scent. A Warlord Prince. An angry Warlord Prince, and one Daemon was certain he'd never encountered before. Who had this place ensnared this time and what threat would this new male be?

Wary and alert for whatever game this doctor now played, Daemon changed his course, food forgotten, as he sauntered in the direction of the male that had caught his attention. Fair skin, green eyes. Not Dhelman, though Daemon couldn't put his finger on what Territory he might be from. The stranger wore the Opal Jewels, although a darker shade. But he did not wear them here, and it would do him little good even if he did.

Coldness rolled off him, dangerous temper lurking beneath a calm exterior. The drop in temperature would be the only warning of what was approaching.

[dawn-rune.livejournal.com]

[for the SDS]

Another fruitless night. At least Frey hadn't used up any energy on healing semi-willing and entirely ungrateful strangers, this time. Even thinking of that incident, though, reminded Frey of the gruesome jars in that doctor's desk... he shuddered again, then shook the feeling off. He needed to eat, and thinking about bodiless eyes floating suspended in liquid wasn't going to improve his appetite.

Not wanting to be caught laying about in bed, Frey got up quickly and set his hair and clothes to rights before the nurse arrived to take him to the cafeteria.

Breakfast, thankfully, smelled quite good, and Frey found his lagging appetite returning quite promptly. He took a healthy serving of the pancakes and syrup, then found himself a seat in the mostly empty cafeteria. Not a lot of early risers, today.

[ditched-again.livejournal.com]

The Star Dragon Sword growled dangerously when he realised that he was back within the walls of the institute. How in blazes did that happen? He’d been with Kagura moments ago investigating that ruined town, and now found himself being dragged down to the cafeteria for breakfast.

He didn’t go quietly, and every time his nurse attempted to make light conversation, the Night Rune snapped back a vile comment to ward the blasted woman off. Snapping a biting comment at the nurse as she handed him his breakfast, the Star Dragon Sword huffed at her for good measure before outright ignoring the irritating woman. Damn insufferable human. If he had his powers then he would show this stupid bag of flesh that she was nothing but his servant.

Huffing irritably to himself, the Sword stormed away from his stupid nurse and made his way directly to where he saw Frey sitting. Tossing his tray down on the tabletop unceremoniously, the Night Rune sat himself down in front of the young Dawn Rune bearer as he unhappily huffed. “I do hope your night was more successful than my own.”

[damnrudecock.livejournal.com]

Fuck if Sanosuke was ever going to get used to this shit. One second the damn spider is coming at him, looking like it's going to try and impale him to the floor or something, and the next he's on his back, struggling like some fool with his pillow! As if he needed to start off his morning feeling like an idiot. The fighter sat up, throwing off his covers with appropriate disdain, and hopped out of bed. At least no one got seriously hurt. Kenshin had gotten bitten, but the guy was tougher than that. Normally.

Sano didn't dwell on the thought though. Didn't need to depress himself before breakfast either.

Pinky came in, and in short order Sanosuke was at a table, tray stacked high with every food they let him get his hands on. What the hell was it with the west and their obsession with flat round things? At least the stuff didn't look too bad, even if it smelled pretty sickly sweet for breakfast.

[Reserved for the dainty flower.]

[strayfag]

The first thing Badou did was check for his hard-earned cigarettes. The second thing he did was resist the urge to cry like a bitch. In heat. Being taunted by really hot male-- wait female bitches who were on the other side of the fucking fence. He knew they were there. Taunting him.

And he could touch but he couldn't drink in their sweet delicious cancer-inducing chemical-filled glory because they were useless without fire. Even the cavemen got fire. It wasn't fair. He forced himself to hide them under the mattress before the nurse came in.

He had four more, but if he ate another one and died from the poison he would be missing out on the other three. Too risky. Badou sighed and looked up. "Alright, alright, I take back my hedonistic ways and repent. There's a god, and he's -" He groped for words. "a bad person. Like that one bully episode of Sesame Street --"

The nurse from yesterday seemed to be accustomed to this when she walked in, but she had some amazing skill to actually nod every now and again while Badou ranted close to her ear. "And how the hell do you fuck up a purple dinosaur -- yeah, language, I heard --- wait that's another show anyway --" And on and on. "I'll screw him over -- god, not Barney, I hate that fucking show but he's scary -- and find fire if I have to drag it out of the devil's -- Oh, you got a light by the way? Matches? Anything?"

The nurse smiled patiently at him, put the tray down on the table with surprising ease and walked away. Badou thought it'd be kinda sad if she resigned. He'd have to start annoying someone all over again. Still, it was kinda nice to know other people were now sharing his pain in some form or another. It was their fault. They deserved what they got. If only that sounded a bit less creepy and sadistic, he'd be golden.

He plopped down where she'd left him and blinked at the guy across the table. Great, the no good tomato thief. He pulled his tray closer and held on, giving the guy a suspicious look. "Hey, it's the rooster head."

[dawning-dreams.livejournal.com]

[ Free! Pester at will! :D ]

Cid awoke in his room with a groan and a hand to his head. Shit, this again. He remembered the events of yesterday pretty clearly up until getting hit in the head by that Sora kid, and then... it was kinda a blur. He remembered a nurse telling him he should take it easy and then conking out once he got back to his room. So much for rallying his buddies and getting something done.

Anyway, he'd already lost so much time in this joint that a day or two wasn't going to make much of a difference aside for his mood being slightly worse than usual. He was glad he'd gotten to talk to the kid, at least, and now he didn't dislike him or think he was particularly crazy anymore–in fact, he was kinda... well, endearing–but that didn't make the side of his face any less sore. (As if injuries in the night weren't fucking enough! His nose was still pretty tender...)

Either way, Cid was quick to make his way to the cafeteria after having slept too damn much. He grabbed a plate of pancakes and scanned the room for any familiar faces, and when he came up with nothing (he was one of the first people there), he picked an empty table and started to dig in.

[tender-cruelty.livejournal.com]

[A messed up Gundam pilot is okay?]


It was Allelujah who woke the next morning, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. His chest was bandaged where he'd been burned, the pain of it shooting through him as he moved. Damn. What had he done?

The bitch attacked us.

That was true, he supposed. She'd attacked them and he couldn't feel all that much sympathy for her now despite the cruelty that Hallelujah had shown which she deserved for what she did.

He rubbed his head and let the nurse lead him into the cafeteria when she arrived. He didn't much care about what the food was, he just felt tired and confused and what if she told someone what he'd done? What does it matter? Well, he didn't exactly want to get lynched, although he supposed that the feeling wasn't really a new one.

The nurse led him over to a table and settled him opposite an older man who Allelujah smiled at awkwardly. "Hello."

[longlivetheking]

[For Tyler]

Nightshift had gone...absolutely nowhere. But then again, when you were with Mozenrath of all persons, not being able to accomplish anything due to the other man's stupidity and endless whining for his precious gauntlet shouldn't be surprising.

But Scar still entered the cafeteria with a slightly more irritated mood than usual. Wasting nights wasn't that strange, but doing so in a hallway while discussing something he didn't plan on locating anyway was quite the disappointment. Especially if the source of the disappointment also had gave him a large headache.

The King glanced down on his plate after taking a seat. His meal was familiar only in the sense that he had eaten it on his first day. Lovely...

[shyboyblue.livejournal.com]

Tyler awoke to the disappointing realization that getting outside the walls had done them no good last night. It soured his mood considerably, the knowledge that no matter how far they got, they'd wake up within the Institute's trap once more. How the fuck were they ever going to get home or find Caleb and Pogue?

Lost entirely in his thoughts, Tyler followed his nurse somewhat sullenly to the cafeteria, moving through the food line automatically and filling his plate high without even noticing. There had to be a way to beat the system, if he could only find it.

Sighing, he realized he was standing there lost in thought holding his tray, and blushed slightly in embarrassment. Glancing around for somewhere to sit, he moved towards a man who was by himself, hesitating across the table a moment.

"May I join you?"

[bewarethecute.livejournal.com]

[Free cute thing for the threading]

Ururu didn't remember the shields Fai put up, or Yue coming over. She didn't remember the Head Doctor announcing the end of night either. All Ururu remembered was thinking that everyone was hurting, and then she woke up in her bed again, feeling even more tired than she normally did. That wasn't such a good thing, since she was worried about Fai-san and the others.

They had been in pain. Ururu knew that for sure.

She didn't need her nurse to come get her that morning, practically meeting the woman at the door. Ururu ran ahead of her, not by much, but enough to make it to the cafeteria. Maybe it was a bit too soon though, as she didn't see anyone she knew, and none of the people she was looking for.

"Miss Koroshiya!" The nurse was gasping when she caught up to Ururu, shaking her head. "You don't want to tear your stitches again, do you?"

"No. I'm sorry." Ururu wasn't really, but she knew that the nurses were stubborn sometimes. Besides, she wanted to go ahead and sit down so she could watch for when the others came in. So she impatiently went through the motions of getting breakfast with her nurse beside her, picking a seat where she could see the door.

She didn't start eating yet. Ururu wanted to be sure everyone was okay first.

[promisedawhale.livejournal.com]

Brook strode into the cafeteria humming lightly though not because he was scared. He was actually in the highest of spirits. His night hadn't exactly been the smoothest of things, but the fact that he had a piano stashed away in his captain's quarters made up for all those unfortunate events. Yes, now he could be a proper musician the next time a meety came around! Only in that room though. He still longed for a portable instrument, but beggars couldn't be choosers!

After getting one of everything on the menu - Pancakes, there were pancakes! - he twirled about and looked over the choices for where to sit. There were so many people here that he still hadn't met and it just wouldn't do for him to remain a stranger in such a crowd! Hopefully he could find someone who didn't want to be mean to him so early in the morning. A little girl, perhaps? There was one who seemed to be very down close to the door.

"Yohohoho, good morning!" he greeted, loud as ever as he approached and gave the small girl a gentlemanly bow, "Might I be able to join you for breakfast this morning, young miss?" Although he made a point to ask, he set his tray to the table as though he wouldn't be refused. After all, who didn't want company for a meal!?

[scarletspeedstr.livejournal.com]

Wally tossed up the idea of keeping track of where they were headed, but just as quickly discarded the whole thing as pointless. He'd hardly be here long enough for it to matter and he was still trying to figure out what exactly was going on. He'd gone to sleep in his apartment in Central, and now he was here. Even with how exhausted he'd been from missions, there was still no way he could have slept through an abduction. Not to mention he hadn't been sleeping very deeply with his nightmares...

Wait a minute. Nightmares. Wally grinned. Doctor Destiny had broken out a while back – the League had gotten a seminar on how to tell if someone took over your dreams (Flash had fallen asleep five minutes in) – it made sense that he'd take another shot at them all. Everyone else did. That had to be it, he was in some kind of twisted dream. All he had to do was wait until J'onn showed up. Sure, it was kind of a lame dream Destiny had chosen, but who knew what was going through his head these days?

They entered the cafeteria and Wally looked around, taking in the abundance of pretty people. Definitely a dream then. There was no way a real institute had this many good-looking men and women in it. He smiled to himself and accepted a plate of pancakes from the nurse, adding more until he had a sizeable stack which was then slathered in syrup and berries. It was only when Wally went to snag himself something to drink that he realised the true horror of the situation.

There was a complete lack of coffee.

“Great, like I needed any proof that this was some kind of twisted prison,” he muttered, taking a glass of juice and finding an empty table to sit at. “Still, maybe this time the Swedish bikini team'll show up.”

[transgenix.livejournal.com]

Last night had been a break from the fruitless attempts in the basement and the nice realization that there was an outside world out there. One that they could actually get to. Although the cafeteria looked just as crowded as usual this morning - if not moreso - so that didn't mean breaking out of this place was going to be much easier.

Still, she piled her plate high with food and glanced around for an open place to sit. There were new faces in the crowd apparently this morning. It wasn't hard to spot the confused and disgruntled after being here for so long.

Finding one sitting off by himself, Max moved in his direction with an easy, athletic grace. Stopping across the table from him, she cocked her head to the side as she eyed him, dark eyes bright with curiosity and a faintly-sarcastic smirk playing about the corner of her lips.

"Mind some company?" she asked, motioning her head towards the chair across from him.

[tyki-pon.livejournal.com]

[For Xigbar]

Tonight obviously hadn't been his luckiest night.

Granted, Tyki had managed to locate some smokes, but that was about where his luck had ended. The brawl that had followed his discovery had only earned him a broken nose and the realization that he couldn't actually light his cigarettes. And to top everything off; Tyki had also been stripped all the way to his underwear by a 15-year old boy. His savior from having to strip down even further? A man-eating fur-ball. All and all; tonight had turned out to be one hell of a disgrace.

So the Noah wasn't in the best mood when he entered the cafeteria for breakfast. But he was starving, so there was no reason to try and skip this shift. After getting his meal he took a seat at an empty table. The hobo needed some time go and sulk over the events of last night and his lack of nicotine.

[numberii.livejournal.com]

Okay... Xigbar had to admit, he'd had worse nightshifts. First his homie fellow Nobody had gotten all patched up, then he'd gotten to do a wicked cool escape-flip from the Clock of Doom, then there was singing in the halls before molesting getting acquainted with Admiral ZEX.

So he whistled happily as he waltzed into the cafeteria, grabbing some food before plopping down opposite to a guy whose face screamed "Leave me alone and let me sulk." Which were always the best people to tease about things. "Yo," Xigbar said as he sat down, "you look like you got your clock cleaned."

[notachick.livejournal.com]

The pain was intense upon awakening, but that wasn't what bothered Okita. It was the feeling of uncleanliness. He could still feel the filth clinging to him and his hair and his skin. Oh, certainly it was gone now, cleaned up and gone, but he could still feel it. He could taste it at the back of his throat, along with something else - something deceptively minty. Remembering what had happened the night before, his hands started to shake and he had to clench them in the sheets to get them to stop. Oh Gods, he felt like retching.

He was dying again. Slowly. It was happening even though he couldn't feel it. He was dying.

Sitting up, Okita hissed and grabbed his side, falling back against the bed. This was not how he wanted to meet with the Battousai again after so long. Why last night? Why had he failed to make the meeting before when he could have laughed easily about whatever it was Himura was going to tell him? Now, he could barely smile without feeling like he was about to crack in two. Breathing shallowly, he stared up at the ceiling and wondered how long he had this time. Months, perhaps. Years? He liked the idea of years.

The door opened and his nurse came in with a--- oh, hell no. "I refuse to be put in that thing. It's unnatural."

"Now, Mr. Ikeda."

"No."

"Mr. Ikeda."

"Wrong name~"

The nurse sighed in exasperation and an orderly came in, dragging Okita out of bed while he struggled against him just to be difficult. The orderly deposited Okita into the wheeled chair and Okita sulked all the way to breakfast. It was a good distraction, putting up a fight over a silly chair. Focus. Last night, Homura was hurt, Hijikata was hurt - Junior? MOMO? Kenren? How many others? Handed a tray of pancakes loaded with fruit and some strange looking milk to apologize for the rough morning, the nurse wheeled him to a table and left him there with a warning to play nice. They apparently had no qualms about sedating an already injured man. Okita waited until she had her back to him before he stuck his tongue out at her and turned toward his food. He had no appetite, but he pushed the food around on his plate anyway.

[reserved for the Battousai~]

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

Kenshin woke with a start, gasping for air. That...spider thing had been ignoring him for now, and its concentration on Sanosuke was a good opportunity to strike a definative blow from behind. He hated using his friend as bait, but he knew that he'd understand.

Unfortunately, night seemed to have ended. Kenshin got out of bed and started to go about his morning routine, absently listening to the Head Doctor prattling on about what they were going to be having for breakfast as shrugged out of the now-bloody gi and hakama and returned his sakabatou to its normal daytime hiding-place. His shoulder was still sore, but it had been expertly bandaged, and there wasn't anything else that could be done for it. Besides, it was barely a scratch, compared to the kinds of injuries he was used to getting.

Okita's apparent injury was one of the first things he noticed when he was lead into the cafeteria. Somehow, the other swordsman had gotten injured enough to warrant being put in one of those awful wheelchair things. Again. Kenshin slipped his nurse as soon as he was able and walked over to the young captain. He didn't comment on his wounds...somehow, he didn't think Okita would appreciate that. Plus, there were more important matters to discuss. They'd put this talk off for far too long.

"Okita-dono," Kenshin said, bowing. "May this one sit?"

[screwthegods]

[From here, waiting on Edgeworth and Orihime]

Homura had struggled to bite his tongue when the nurse suggested all of this was because he hit his head. This place must have thought them all foolish, again reminding him far too much of the Heavens for his liking. Still, going to a place where they would be gathered would give him the opportunity to talk to Kenren again, and that was something Homura was seeking.

He followed the nurse to a large room, her instructions clear enough as he got breakfast for himself. Though he wasn't entirely confident of the items on his tray, most seemed to be eating without fear, so Homura took a seat and began to do the same. He could keep himself occupied anyway, at least until Kenren showed up. He'd brought his notebook with him, and opening it, Homura began rereading his instructions, along with the separate sheet he'd found with them.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

As the days passed, Edgeworth felt more and more sure that he would never get used to those startling wake-up calls. At least he still had the bottles of pills with him, and the two video game systems. He carefully tucked those under his pillows, then waited for his nurse to escort him to breakfast. He made careful note of the intercom announcement, but doubted he would see anyone familiar among the new patients. He hadn't for a long while, and why would today be any different? At least, he certainly hoped no one he knew was among them.

As usual, his nurse prattled on about everything under the sun on their walk to the cafeteria. And, as usual, Edgeworth ignored her for the most part, nodding here and there when appropriate. At least breakfast was more to his liking than it usually was, and he took a portion of pancakes, topped them with strawberries, and added sides of eggs and sauces before taking a glass of orange juice.

He scanned the room carefully - ah, there. He walked over to Homura's table, set his tray down, and said, "Ah, Homura-san. It's a pleasure to finally meet you after talking with you over the bulletin board for so long. I'm Miles Edgeworth."

[mazoku-king.livejournal.com]

[waiting for Angel]

Yuuri followed behind his nurse quietly as they made their way through the halls. He was still finding it difficult to believe that he’d ended up within a mental institution of all places, and to top it off, they weren’t even calling him by his real name. What was up with that? Maybe they’d gotten him confused with his identical twin? That theory would have been alright if Yuuri had an actually had a twin brother.

But he was getting off topic.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, the young Maou peered past his nurse as they entered into the cafeteria. “Woah.” He couldn’t help the sound of astonishment slipping past his lips as he caught sight of all the other patients inside the room. So this is what a mental institution was like. It wasn’t anything like he’d imagined.

“Follow along behind me Shoji.”

Glancing up towards his nurse, Yuuri smiled awkwardly at the name she’d referred to him by before following behind quietly. The sooner he found a bathroom the better. Although, now that he thought about it, did anyone even realise he was missing? He’d just left Shin Makoku and hadn’t yet arrived back on Earth. What if nobody was aware that he was gone in the first place?! His eyes widened further with every thought passing through Yuuri’s mind before he found a plate shoved into his hand.

“Take this and get yourself something for breakfast.” He took the offered plate with a questioning ‘eh?’ as Yuuri glanced over towards the service counter of food. He wasn’t particularly hungry at the moment, but he didn’t know how long it would be until he could eat again either. “I’ll come and get you when breakfast is finished.” The nurse cheerfully murmured before leaving him be.

Western food.

He wasn’t particularly fond of western food, but there didn’t seem to be any other option available. ‘How do I get myself into this kind of trouble?’ There was no answer to his question of course, and after getting himself a plate of pancakes, Yuuri sighed and walked over to sit at the closest free table.

[blurred-divide.livejournal.com]

Ah, God. They really needed to stop pulling him out in the middle of fights like this.

Making his way to the cafeteria was business as usual. No Anya yet, but by now, he was fairly certain that if she survived the night, she'd survive the morning. Still, keeping an eye out for both her and Willow had become almost automatic at this point.

As he scanned for them, though, his gaze fell on a kid sitting not too far off. He looked a little lost, actually

Well, might as well. The nurse would drag him to sit with someone in any case. At least this way, he might be able to help someone out in the process.

He set his drink down on the table. "Hey."

[godforsaken]

[Free!]

Sync couldn't stand this.

Not like life had been any better back then, but at least back in Auldrant he had the freedom to roam around wherever he pleased. To be confined to close quarters with so many people was enough sour his mood, but instead of lashing out at his sleeping roommate (really, why did he even bother anymore?) Sync curled his fingers into a fist and threw a halfhearted punch into his mattress.

Of course, his timing seemed up to par with the rest of the institute. He didn't even have to wait a full minute for his nurse to arrive, her cheerful face beaming down at him while he refused to break eye contact.

"You don't look so well, Stephen," She pointed out. "Maybe a bit of breakfast will make you feel better."

The God-General dragged himself down the hallways, paying no mind to the mundane environment as he was escorted into the cafeteria. The scent of food wafting in the air was enough to make his stomach protest the slightest, and Sync only guessed that his bad mood must've associated with this. He was quick to plate up a few pancakes and sausage, snatching up a glass of juice before making his way to an empty space to sit down and eat.

[enigmaticmedium.livejournal.com]

As it turned out, shovels did not fit very neatly into closets, although he'd managed to get the pair appropriately situated behind his clothing before the nurse came in to lead the cheerful mazoku down the hallway for breakfast. She didn't ask what he'd been doing in his closet, probably because she didn't have the opportunity with his regaling her of how much he looked forward to their promised pancakes.

Last night had been essentially a success, even considering the failures, and Xelloss's improvement in mood was only added to by the sight of the sweet breakfast options. Both sorts of berries were added, along with a great deal of syrup, and just for the sake of balance Xelloss included a sausage on his plate before heading out to look for someone to sit beside.

Meeting new people was always fun, and besides that, it was important for his goals. Meeting unhappy or uncomfortable people was especially fun, particularly at mealtimes, even if encouraging those feelings might result in another bout of arguing on the Sun Room board. Xelloss found himself drawn to a somewhat glum looking young man (glum being perhaps an understatement,) and sat himself down across the table from him.

"Hello! You look unhappy about the pancakes. Don't you like them?" Xelloss began to slice and take a taste of his own overly-sweet combination as a demonstration of his own feelings about the breakfast.

[contentincloset.livejournal.com]

The interferer had in Kurogane's mind only been minimally idiotic, but the blond person he had to deal with daily just took the grand prize when he came around this morning.

And no, it wasn't Fai.

"You must be a Dog - you know, like from the Zodiac - to have such problems with cats!" his nurse had babbled, "You should try and get along with them better. Some dogs and cats get along well together, did you know?"

While he had absolutely no idea what she was going on about, he decided not to care for it. Just listening to her was as much of a pain as the new wounds he'd gained, freshly wrapped though they were. And besides those, he was still feeling light-headed thanks to the blood he'd lost.

Thanks to the accumulation of all three problems, he was far slower in getting to the cafeteria. The woman in white settled him at a table, he didn't know of care for which it was, and for a second time went to get his food for him. He sighed in relief once she was gone and started picking at the bandages at his neck.

[not-rly-fai.livejournal.com]

Yuuhi was in only slightly better shape, though at least his wounds were hidden. The gashes across his chest had been stitched up and bandaged, not even visible with his smiley-face shirt on. There were a few scratches on his arms, but they were hardly worth mentioning and his hand was a little bruised and bloody from pounding on the window last night, but they'd bandaged that up as well.

His body itself, however, felt exhausted. His skin was paler than usual with the blood loss from last night, and his eyes were starting to get dark from fatigue. Of that much, though, he was unaware. He'd been in such deep sleep that the nurse had come in and physically shaken him before he woke. He could still walk, though he was a little wobbly, and he followed his nurse to the cafeteria.

Yuuhi'd meant to head for the line and pick up his food as the nurse had instructed, but he was distracted when he caught sight of Kurogane. Without bothering to pick anything up, he made a beeline for the ninja's table. Kuro had been injured! Badly from the look of it. He wanted to lash out the way Kuro did when he was upset, but he wasn't sure he dared. Still, he was no longer smiling. A slight frown showed upon his face as he brought his palms down on the surface of the table.

"You ran off by yourself, got hurt, and have nothing at all to show for it!" Yuuhi told him, voice obviously agitated. "What were you thinking? Why didn't you just come with us?" We needed you, he just barely kept himself from saying.

[face-of-chaos.livejournal.com]

[Free to pester]

Yuber found himself slightly irritated by the thought that he hadn’t been able make it over the wall last night. He should have known that his attempt was fruitless from the beginning, but that didn’t mean that the Black Knight wouldn’t attempt again tonight. This time he would head straight for the wall as well.

He would need to contact Reno in regards to that matter as well.

Sauntering into the cafeteria, Yuber brushed off his nurse with a dismissive wave before moving himself to a table and sitting down. It was merely a waiting game now, and all he had to do was bypass the day and wait for the night to fall. Knowing his luck; though, the day period will drag on.

[accursed-rock.livejournal.com]

[unlikely to pester :-P]

Zelgadis looked around for a free table, his normal plate of simple fare in his arms. Finding a table with only person seated, he decided to take the opposite side.

He wondered if he should look for Amelia-- they had spent the last few nights together, but circumstances had kept him from venturing outside last night. She could be hurt.

He began to scan the dining area with his eyes.

[hamenleai.livejournal.com]

[Reserved for the rest of the Failtastic Four]

Most mornings, Shana was rather hard to rouse and get moving. She'd never claimed to be a morning person, and probably never would be. The one exception seemed to be when she had things that needed doing, and while days here that had that were few and far between, this would be one of them.

That and she was clinging to the very slim hope that maybe, just maybe, whatever they had done to Shadow last night might have broken with the dawn and he'd be back to normal, just like all the other things this place mutated at night.

In truth, she was just scared to think about what would happen if what they'd done to Shadow was permanent.

She moved faster than even her nurse this morning, hurrying to the cafeteria only to find she was the first one there. Hiding her impatience, she filled her tray with the strange breakfast foods and found an empty stretch of table with a clear sight of the door and sat down to pick at her breakfast and wait for the others.

[notmyfather.livejournal.com]

When he awoke, Shadow was gone. He'd known he would be, but....

Valyn sighed and ran his hands though his hair, sitting on the edge of his bed. Ancestors, how had this happened? Why? And where was Shadow now? What would happen when he woke up, no longer beside Valyn?

Worried and still angry, as well as exhausted, Valyn trudged to breakfast. Shana was there, but no sign of his cousin....

Not bother with food, he sank into the seat across from her, nodding coldly in the best attempt at a greeting he could manage.

[1mperturbable.livejournal.com]

[Free to a good home]

Cloud woke with a start in his bed, sitting up immediately in the dishevealed sheets before his eyes adjusted to the room. He was back. The soft sheets and familiarity of his institute dorm room snapped him back to reality as he looked around. He was... back in the institute? How had that happened?

He hissed as he climbed out of bed, remembering the need for retreat because of what they faced. His shoulder was still bruised, and he could feel it every time he lifted his arm up. He needed to be better prepared to face that mammoth of a man out near the forested area again. His baseball bat had shattered out there, meaning he was one weapon down, but that did not explain how he made his back to the institute as he had.

Sighing, he followed his nurse obediently and noted that the bandage on his arms had been removed. He almost appeared to be in good health, and he took the food that his nurse placed on his tray and urged into his hands. He walked where she ushered him, taking a seat and sighing heavily.

He had to get out again. What about Yuffie? Was she alright?

[youlackmascara.livejournal.com]

So they had been right, the night had been almost over. These abrupt and unnatural endings were vaguely irritating.

Itachi got out of bed and quickly hid the items he had gathered the night before. It had actually been a productive night, despite having a slow start, enough to ease Itachi's mind over his failings the previous night. If he continued to be productive, he could handle such incidents as Special Counseling more calmly.

After following the nurse to breakfast and mindlessly filling his tray with the sweetest things available, he happened to catch sight of the man he had fought night before last. That was interesting. The man had been a good fighter, worthy of notice, and Itachi wondered if he knew anything about what had happened that night. "Hello," he said, placing his tray down firmly across from the other patient. "I believe we have met."

[only-logic.livejournal.com]

[Open for threading]

Hohenheim woke with a brief air of confusion and sat up while rubbing his face with the heel of his hand. He had met that other homunculus last night, but they hadn't made it that far in finding Lust. That was a shame, since it seemed that Gluttony was loyal to a fault when it came to her. He had almost been amusing to deal with.

Standing up, he brushed his hair that never seemed to tangle and replaced it back in the simple ponytail. He blew the few strands that hung into his eyes with air so that they settled a little more appropriately on his face and folded his arms behind his back as he waited for his nurse to come and retrieve him.

He didn't have to wait long and chattered to the woman who wasn't in the most pleasant mood. That was fine. He felt that pleasantness towards her would at least distract her from snarking back at him. Of course, nurses were supposed to be pleasant, but everyone had bad days.

He picked up some pancakes and seated himself down in the middle of the room. He would need to check that bulletin board again soon, to see if any new developments had occurred there.

[grosse-sklaven.livejournal.com]

((I hope you don't mind?))

Adelheid was exhausted. That was the only word for it. He'd barely managed to get his alchemy off before the intercom had gone off, and now he was still feeling the drain of using so much energy all at once. Even moreso because he'd had to hide the weapon as quickly as possible. It was during that bit of confusion that he noticed his array had been left behind in the kitchen. That was aggravating... he'd used that one the most often of all of them.

After piling his plate high with high-energy food, Adelheid found himself standing in front of a man with a strangely familiar shade of hair, and after a moment he offered a slight smile. "Excuse me, sir; may I sit here?"

[gray-gambit.livejournal.com]

Lia hadn't had the opportunity the night before to take stock of her injuries. Nor had she managed it upon waking, lips pressed tight together to keep the cry that wanted to escape silenced to a gasp. Instead she did so as she was shuffled to the cafeteria, half-listening in sour ill humor to the nurse chiding her concernedly for being so careless as to fall down the stairs. As though that were likely. She wondered if the woman truly believed the tale, or if she'd fabricated it herself, either to keep herself from wondering what had happened to her patient or to silence any accusations from the witch.

She refused to be grateful for the staff's perpetual presence, but with her left arm immobilized in a sling to protect the injured shoulder-joint, she had to admit the nurse made collecting food easier. Even if she couldn't eat as much as she would like with the woman helping her select her food. She allowed herself to be led toward a table near the middle of the room, sinking into a seat and forcing herself to murmur a polite thank-you to the nurse as the woman bustled off. Though she was hungry, Lia found herself simply staring a while at her breakfast, cataloging her aches and wondering if the nausea she'd felt the night before would resurface in force. It still lingered in a dull coil in the pit of her stomach, but when it had not reared its head after a few minutes, she determined it was likely safe and took an experimental sip of juice.

[multiweapon.livejournal.com]

[ *steals?* D: ]

So much for their fervent desire to progress somewhere for the night. Haseo couldn't say that he was completely disappointed about having the night end when it did. At least with it having ended the others were forced into taking that break, though it came at the sacrifice of any progress in the basement.

Breakfast was taken from the buffet-style layout and mounted upon the usual tray. Going in to any more detail than that would've seemed too redundant for Haseo to care and think about. After that obligatory detail he began to wander into the seating area in order to find his seat for the morning.

Since he didn't feel like sitting alone he looked around the seating area for a table with one or two people at them. He didn't really see any, until he happened to look in the direction of one of the tables with one girl at it. She didn't look like she was fairing too well. Haseo grimaced. 'That monster from before..' Even though her injuries were probably unrelated, he couldn't help thinking about the monster that he'd encountered at night. Encountered and left for others to encounter, more precisely. He realized that there wasn't much they could do at the time but still..

Haseo approached the table and didn't quite take a seat before asking, "Hey, You okay?"

[mrmewmaker.livejournal.com]

Shiki's nurse sat her down at a table. "You just wait right here, Nicole. I'll fix you a big plate." She was too numb to do anything but nod in the woman's direction.

A moment later, the nurse set down a tray filled with a plate of pancakes with maple syrup, sausage, eggs, and a tall glass of orange juice. "Now, I want you to eat, Nicole. You won't get any better unless you do."

The words went in one ear and out the other. The food smelled good, but she was worried sick, and feeling too nauseous to do anything more than poke at it with a fork.

Neku...Beat...Eri...everyone. Where are you, and where am I?

[strange-unlife.livejournal.com]

[cranky zombie okay?]

This place. Every day it sucked more and more, and this was only the third day he was here! Shito was sorely tempted to go back to his room and just stay there all day.

But then he would miss the free food. Taking more food than he could probably eat--because it was free, so better to have too much than too little--Shito glared at the nurses who tried to 'check on him', wondering why they gave a damn that he was in a bad mood as long as he wasn't hurting anyone.

Not really paying attention, Shito realised after a moment that he had gravitated to another pink-haired girl and sat down beside her without even thinking about it. It wasn't like he missed Kita or anything.

... fuck. He'd better not start hanging around random guys with white and black hair next.

[diamondstorm]

One moment she was airborne, forcing her body mass downwards for an attack against the giant bird, and the next, she was horizontal in 'her' bed. Oh, Renamon was not going to get used to this anytime soon.

She quickly calmed her momentary panic at being separated from the girls. They most likely were taken at the same time, and were probably safe. And she could check through the Bulletin Board. Like how she had to contact Orihime and Yukari. The files...!

Amazingly, the files were still in her arm, and the makeshift weapons she had acquired as well. Not used to hiding things, she simply buried them in one of her clothes drawers. She retrieved her notebook from the dresser and slid the files in back.... Hm. Well that wasn't going to work. They stuck out a bit too far. She wasn't going to risk leaving those in the room so she quickly ripped a few pages out of the notebook and layered them in-between the files. Now she just looked messy. Hopefully.

Renamon was just in the middle of checking out the bandages someone had wrapped around her upper arm when her nurse conveniently decided to appear, and usher her to breakfast. She pulled the sleeve down quickly, and decided, for the first time, to pass on the sweatshirt. Her nurse muttered something about broken glass as she was only allowed a momentary pause at the Bulletin Board, before forced into the food line. Obviously her nurse had noticed her lack of eating. This morning's food seemed better than previously, though, and she made a show of getting plain pancakes, eggs, and the fresh berries along with water. Who knew when she would actually eat next, after all?

She started to quickly eat, before her next contact showed up for her to devote her attentions to.

[vladville.livejournal.com]

It hadn't been a perfect evening, that was certain. For one thing, he'd lost his temper, although he'd managed to avoid shouting out loud which was helpful. For another, Daniel had apparently decided the middle of an effort to re-equip him with a weapon and a flashlight was a good time to wish bodily harm on Vlad, which was never appreciated. But they'd gotten both, despite themselves, and also managed not to kill each other despite themselves. Still, as much as he needed the boy alive, Vlad wasn't sure he had it in him to spend another evening trying to placate or direct or harangue Daniel for the boy's own good. Perhaps he should look into that History Club and see if they were willing to babysit.

All of that was to be set aside as much as the items of the previous night, however, as Vlad had a morning date set and couldn't afford to be in an ill temper for that. He'd gone through the line and gotten pancakes with blueberries, a side of scrambled eggs, and the ever-present milk while trying to recall the description he'd been given and match it to anyone in the room. Of course, his own anonymity was lost to a degree by this meeting, but it was only on a minor point, and that was assuming others were looking through the crowd to study who sat down with whom. Finding someone who seemed to match her description, he smiled hesitantly, not sitting down yet.

"Excuse me, miss, but were you waiting for a meeting with someone to discuss, ah, unusual travel?"

[myopic-mousse.livejournal.com]

Mousse hadn't really taken the time to venture far during the night-- in fact, he had barely even left his room. When breakfast rolled around, he was happy to see it. He was hungry and didn't even care what they were serving; Hell, he probably would have eaten garbage if they offered it.

So, taking a decent helping of food, the Amazon sat down at a table and began to eat.

[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

The only good thing about waking up in this awful place was that at least it wasn't that terrible ruined town nearby. Last night had been simply horrible! And to top it all off, she'd barely gotten up to see that Star Dragon Sword was already mocking her on the bulletins. Stupid old man...

She made her way to the cafeteria, not really having much appetite. There weren't many people she knew up yet and the few that she did... Kagura caught herself looking at Bridget, only to turn quickly away when that cold, hurty feeling started growing in her chest. He seemed to be just fine, if he could already sit and smile and talk to other people. Either way, she told herself, she didn't need to worry over someone like him.

In her usual shy and quiet way, she found a table, it was difficult to find one that wasn't already occupied by at least one person, but she sat a couple of seats away and tried to concentrate on her own meal without disturbing the other person.

Waiting for Sora. :<

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

Morning was greatly appreciated if it meant he no longer had to bear witness to his dearest II rubbing himself all over Admiral ZEX like some swooning Southern belle. He wasn't jealous. He wasn't.

As per usual, he still pulled himself away from Nursey's grasp and ignored her "I could have sworn you were hurt last night." It was just as well he was healed. That obnoxious thief who stole his belongings would be expecting him to at least have some evidence of their struggle and, since he did not, that obviously meant there never was anything of the sort.

Unless the incident came in handy, which Luxord doubted.

The morning also brought food, which was appreciated too. It did nothing to quell that feeling of loathing swimming around in his head, but that was alright. He made sure to pile his pancake with strawberries, eggs, sausage, and small potatoes and rolled them into an odd wrap, as if that would make the shadow of rage vanish. It was sided with a glass of water and a mess of cards scattered around the table. May as well work while he eat.

[lighthearted]

Having the last thing he saw before morning be a huge, rotting bear didn't make for the best awakening, and Sora almost toppled out of his bed as a result. Luckily, he managed to clutch at his sheets with one hand to hold himself up, and he was able to getting into a sitting position from there.

Letting out a small, groggy groan, Sora yawned as he ran a hand through his unruly hair. It looked like Zuko had already been taken off to breakfast, since the other bed was empty and neatly made. Had he slept through all that? He still wasn't quite sure how the transition from night to day really worked.

He wished he and Kairi had gotten a little farther in their exploring, but he wasn't going to get worked up about it. At least they knew it was possible now! Unless the barriers around the walls were put back up again by next nightshift. That would be enough to get upset over, but he was going to remain optimistic about it.

Sora made sure to report to the bulletin before heading into the cafeteria, and his excitement about the fluffy pancakes on today's menu was dampened slightly when he spotted Luxord sitting on his own. This meant he was going to have to talk to him, which he had been glad to put off the day before. Still, it had to be done. The boy also noticed that Renji was present, so hopefully the older man would keep an eye on the conversation, like he'd said he would.

As he approached the table where the Nobody was sitting with his tray in hand, he noticed the cards Luxord had spread out in front of him. The culprits in that attack, no doubt...

He didn't say anything for the moment, instead settling down across from the man without a sound. He wanted to see how Luxord would react before he got down to business.

[vintagebrit]

[free]

Mason awoke with a horrible taste in his mouth. Bloody hell, he had to stop blacking out like that. He'd been walking down a hallway, trying to open doors, then... nothing. Fucking fuck.

As usual, he tucked Gone With the Wind in his pants before his nurse showed up to lead him to the cafeteria. Breakfast today seemed to consist of pancakes and a lot of sides, all of which Mason took a sample of. Then he found himself a nice quiet corner and scoffed most of the food down.

He pulled the book out and started flipping through the pages. He almost tried to read it, but it was boring and the words were so big. He didn't think Daisy's character would be in the book, anyway, if her character even had a name. The reaper pulled a pen out and started to doodle on the inside cover. "Mason & Daisy 4ever" had a nice ring to it, and he finished the doodle off by drawing a large heart around the names and retracing it several times.

[ontheabyss.livejournal.com]

Lyta was starting to hate the nights. All those thoughts and emotions, all the pain, and last night there had been death. She hated being able to feel it, the way it sucked at her mind...

She also hated that all the chaos and confusion had sent her back to her room, to bury her head under a pillow and try and block everything out. Ever since that night when Fox had been taken....

Looking tired and not in the best of moods, she grabbed her food and spotted a friendly face. Exactly what she needed.

"So how've you been?" she asked, sitting across from Mason.