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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[31st-of-china.livejournal.com]

Nothing much had happened this nightshift, at least not directly. Not with Goku getting sidetracked about his cellmate. For supposedly helping them track down what happened to Hakkai, it'd wasted a lot of time instead.

Still, on a larger scale, something was changing around the prison. Someone had Landel on the defense, this new person who'd taken over Jack's position. Interesting enough. And the "barriers" were down?

Was it worth investigating it just yet? He still had find out if Hakkai had vanished within Landels' grounds, or during that dumbass "field trip".

[jurisfictional.livejournal.com]

...well. That was interesting.

Thursday stared at the ceiling for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. The amount of exploring they'd gotten done last night was minimal at best, but at the very least, she knew where to go tonight. Hopefully there wouldn't be something worse waiting in the cafeteria this time. Or the kitchen. Or the ballroom.

She sat up and followed her nurse to breakfast, mind still working. With luck, she could find a ball of string or something similar in the Arts and Crafts room. It sounded stupid, but sometimes the best methods were the classic ones.

[wiz-kid-redfive.livejournal.com]

Pancakes.

Pancakes.

Bloody pancakes?! Sometimes Dairine felt like she was living in a crazy dream world. This was surreal to the nth degree - she was just being attacked by demon birds, and now BAM, pancakes.

Upon waking, she immediately checked her waistband for the file - still there, good - and stuffed it under her pillow, along with her flashlight. She knew the staff never searched there - if they did, then the flashlight wouldn't have been there in the first place. She lifted her gaze from her delicious sugary meal and saw Thursday. Grinning slightly, the wizard waved her over. She could work on another offensive spell later. The birds learned how to avoid her fireball too quickly...

[jugezmoipas.livejournal.com]

Fleur was not happy.

One minute she'd been in one of the upstairs hallways, and then she was suddenly staring up at the ceiling of her room, back on the first floor. That, needless to say, did not make any sense whatsoever. She could understand waking in bed the previous morning, even if it had confused her at the time. But now? Nothing had even attacked this time! So what exactly had happened?

As the woman claiming to be a nurse came into the room, the witch glared. She was in no mood to put up with the odd woman and it was only after a brief conversation that Fleur was taken to the cafeteria. The conversation, or argument rather, would've been longer, but the "nurse" seemed to stop paying attention once Fleur had started speaking in French.

Still murmuring and sending glares at whatever staff member she saw, Fleur moved through the line, taking only a helping of fruit and some juice. Food taken care of, she dropped the tray on a nearby table before sitting down herself.

[littlegoblinjr.livejournal.com]

[Is this OK? I can delete if you have plans.]

Harry groaned as he woke up, rolling over and almost stabbing himself with the knife Peter had given him. Fumbling it out from under him he blinked around sleepily. Morning already? They really hadn't managed to get much done last night, except figure out that they could leave the institute grounds. Heaving an exasperated sigh he leaned down to tuck the weapon away beneath the mattress. Not the best hiding place but hopefully the staff didn't bother to search the rooms. He was just in time too, as a nurse came in to drag him off to breakfast.

Stopping to check the bulletin board he was relieved to see a message from Peter. He couldn't have gotten hurt too badly last night then. Scrawling a reply he allowed himself to herded into the cafeteria.

He looked around for Peter as he entered, wanting to see for himself that he was alright. He couldn't spot him, but there were a lot of people here, he might of missed him. Still searching, he wandered over to take a seat near a good-looking woman sitting on her own. Grinning at her he asked "Hey, you mind some company?"

[a-spider-can.livejournal.com]

Having a fight get cut short left Peter with mixed feelings. On one hand, it hopefully meant that no one else had gotten hurt, but on the other, he really would have liked to see more of the outside area. He could at least hope that Harry and Statesman had covered some more ground, though he wasn't going to get his hopes up about that.

Logan was in bed, safe and sound, and Peter was glad that he hadn't been forced to fall into that rage last night. He got up and stretched, still a little perturbed by the fact that he somehow switched from his costume to the normal uniform between night and day.

It wasn't long before his nurse was there to collect him, though he did request to make a stop at the bulletin board, surprised to see that there were some messages there for him. He responded to those and left one of his own before arriving at the cafeteria.

A good meal and some fresh juice seemed like the best way to wake him up, so Peter got a good helping of breakfast and then found a place to sit, keeping an eye out for Harry or Statesman. It looked like Eddie was already busy, at least, so he didn't have that to worry about for the moment.

[son-ofkrypton.livejournal.com]

"Hi," said a voice across from him.

Clark Kent sat down with a small smile, limping a little from the cut on his leg. It'd been bandaged sometime since last night with Leon and now - he didn't even remember getting bandaged, which was worrying - and it hurt, but not as much as before. With the cafeteria usually so crowded this late, Clark knew he'd have no choice but to leave a message trying to check up on Leon and that poor girl and her dad: he had a feeling Leon was okay, but he was still concerned for him and for the other patients they'd run into last night.

Clark focused on Peter for now though. It'd been a while since he'd seen him and he looked (mostly) okay. A little tired, but okay. "You holding up?" he asked.

[forgot-it-all.livejournal.com]

[free!]

One moment he had been holding onto Kaoru's shirt hem and the next, he was back in M35, lying on his stomach. He really hated that. Pushing himself up, he groggily wiped at his eyes and looked around the room. Tamaki was sleeping and it was just as well. The guy really needed a bit of time to himself, away from the unhappy reminders of what had happened. Ritsuka didn't know what he'd do if something...

He sighed and headed out the door as soon as the nurse opened it, journal and pen in hand. He still hadn't seen Soubi and that was worrying him. He couldn't sense the Fighter was missing, but he couldn't exactly sense that he was there, either. It was frustrating, not having that connection when all the other Fighter units did. It was even more frustrating because Soubi expected it of him, but he didn't know how. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't. He had no idea what to do...

Ritsuka got to the cafeteria and picked up a bit of everything, courtesy of his nurse who thought he was starving himself, and sat in a free seat. He needed to find Soubi, but how to find him without looking...well, desperate? Posting on the board would be an admission that he still couldn't feel Soubi and not posting... "Augh, this stuff is impossible."

[beloved-less.livejournal.com]

Soubi has getting more than a little irked at this place. Being pulled apart from Ritsuka, blacking out at inappropriate times, lacking powers. And last night. Discovering that Ritsuka was getting on just fine without him. He was proud of the kid, sure, and glad that he was safe, certainly. But he selfishly wanted Ritsuka to need nobody but him. It ought to be the way of their world.

When he spotted his young Sacrifice, he wasn't sure what to do. Did Ritsuka need him? Did that matter when Soubi needed Ritsuka? Was the kid avoiding him? What did it matter? At least he could see him, know that he was safe. Or at least around.

Soubi approached quietly and ruffled Ritsuka's hair gently before sitting down. "You should be resting. You still haven't healed fully."

[ofthescore.livejournal.com]

The little replica woke with a start, sucking in a deep breath of air. The difference in the crisp, fresh air of outside to the stark, chemical air in the inside was palpable.

Ion hugged the stuffed doll to his chest, crushing it -

Before looking at it with shock. Tokunaga! Albeit much smaller and cleaner than it had been last night.

His heart sank after his influx of joy; he hadn't seen Anise, and his plan had ultimately failed. When the nurse came to check up on him, Ion was quick to follow her to the breakfast room, barely paying attention to her idle chatter.

Clinging to Tokunaga fiercely, Ion looked around the room - once, twice - and sat down heavily, ignoring the appealing smells of food.

She would be alright. Right?

[gald_digger]

When Anise awakened that morning, she felt even more disoriented than usual. It was always jarring to suddenly wake up in bed without any memory of falling asleep in the first place, but it was even more jarring when her last memory was being in the middle of a fight with two men, both significantly larger than she was, and both of them closing in on her...

It definitely didn't help that she couldn't even remember why she had wanted to flatten them so much in the first place. At the time, it had made perfect sense to her, but looking back, any reasons she thought she had just weren't plausible. Maybe she just dreamed the whole thing up? It was an easy way to explain why nothing seemed to add up, but the throbbing pain in Anise's head told her otherwise.

That's right; she had been taken last night. She was terrified, fearing that they were just going to make her disappear like so many other patients had. Ami did her best to try and stop them... Anise would have to remember to thank her roommate later. Even if they hadn't accomplished anything in struggling, it was kind of touching to know there was someone willing to fight for her, even if they only knew each other a few days.

Suddenly, the girl shot out of bed, quickly forgetting any lingering grogginess or head pains - there was something way more important to address right now.

"Oh, no! Ion!"

Within the next few seconds, she quickly fixed her hair and stepped into her slippers, hurriedly getting ready to leave. While Anise had been attacking patients out in the field, poor Ion was waiting for her inside! Did he spend the whole night waiting? Did he go out looking for her? The Fon Master had a tendency to find trouble every time the guardian turned her head the other way. Did anything happen to him? At any rate, she had to find him - quick!

The second her door creaked open, Anise nearly knocked her nurse down in her hurry to get out. The woman merely chuckled, commenting about how energetic 'Dolores' was this morning, and how the pancakes at Landel's certainly were worth leaping out of bed for. Anise didn't want to hear it; she took the lead, walking briskly down the hall with the nurse trailing behind her. When she reached the cafeteria, she didn't give the food so much as a glance. As soon as she spotted the familiar green hair - and took an extra moment to confirm for herself that he was the replica she was looking for - Anise made a beeline for his table, leaving the nurse at the doorway.

The girl practically ran to the table, stopping at the side across from where Ion sat, and slamming her palms down on the surface. "Ion, I'm so sorry!" she began immediately. "I really meant to meet you last night! I just..." Her voice trailed off as she got a better look at the boy, and the thing in his arms.

Tokunaga.

Anise froze, suddenly at a loss for words. How did Tokunaga end up here? She thought all her belongings had been taken back after the night ended. And more importantly, if Ion had found Tokunaga, then... did he see what happened last night?

[innovator-skuld.livejournal.com]

[Awaiting the flower of Wutai!]

Skuld woke up still thinking about that lock; she didn't even know what was behind the door, but any room that was that hard to break into had to be important. So how could she get into it?

By the time she was led into the cafeteria, she was scribbling notes and equations all over a half-forgotten page that already had a gauntlet sketch on it. She'd dismissed the idea of making one because the fit had to be too precise, but that was nothing compared to making a key for a specific lock. It would be hard, but she wasn't about to back down from a challenge.

[thatdamnedninja.livejournal.com]

Her legs felt like jelly, her head felt like jelly, and as she collapsed to her knees by the wall, all Yuffie could think was that dinner was gonna have tasted a lot better going down than it was gonna coming up.

Waking up back in her room, back in the institute, was a kick in the teeth. The only saving grace was that she couldn't remember having actually thrown up. Not that it meant she hadn't… She had just enough time to drag herself out of bed and squirrel away her weapons before her nurse came in. Just enough time to start wondering how the hell she and Cloud had screwed that up so badly. And, incidentally, just enough time to wonder whether or not Cloud had gotten out alive, and-or in one piece.

Meh. It was Cloud. He'd be fine.

Yuffie had just told herself that when she arrived at the cafeteria- which was pretty full already, she noted. Cloud was there, talking to some dude. Good; he was alive. Cid was there, also talking to some... was that a dude or a chick? Reno and Rude were gossiping with one another…

Oh, great. So where was she supposed to go?

Pouting, Yuffie piled her plate with whatever random food managed to catch her eye and dived right into the throng of breakfast-goers, looking for somebody even mildly interesting that she could sit with. It didn't take long to find one.

A black haired kid, scribbling something on a piece of paper. Sauntering up behind the kid, Yuffie peered over their shoulder. "Hey," she said. "What'cha up to?"

[remedying.livejournal.com]

[reserved!]

What a complete waste of the night.

She didn't get anywhere, much less find Ken... Who would possibly be able to explain where the heck he was the entire time. Part of Yukari was annoyed, but mostly she was worried. Over nothing, she was hoping-- it was possible he must have gotten sidetracked by something.

After throwing a post for him up on the bulletin-- just in case-- and wasting a few more minutes there, Yukari followed through with the ever so redundant morning routine, finding a place to sit once she gathered some food in the cafeteria.

[rectifies.livejournal.com]

The transition from night to morning occurred seamlessly. It almost felt as though everything had been a dream: an evil doctor? A machine that could project memories? Come on. Who could honestly call such a procedure real? Certainly not Ken.

Of course, a particular object in his fingers made that particular answer impossible.

When his caretaker finally arrived, she had to coax the child to simply step out of bed. Their route to the cafeteria did not go any smoother, to the point the nurse seemed desperate to get rid of the boy. Moody children were generally of little concern, but sometimes, they could be a handful.

Ken fortunately granted the woman's silent wish shortly after reaching their destination, when he spotted a familiar teenager some ways away. Without a word, the boy made his exit, dodging the mess of people to approach said teenager. Although, every part of him wanted to avoid the encounter; he wasn't exactly ready to explain last night.

Still, he ended up in front of his teammate, staring at her as if expecting words. Ken even opened his mouth to start the conversation but found himself choking down an apology before looking away altogether.

[akarusa.livejournal.com]

[Willow~!]

Hokuto woke up with a start; this time the transition had just been too abrupt. She listened to the bulletin, but had to close her eyes when breakfast was mentioned. She was hungry, but... she didn't know if she'd be able to eat anytime soon.

She glanced over when the door opened, but couldn't think of anything to say. Her nurse greeted, "Good morning," then looked at her more closely. "What's wrong, Kazuko?"

"...it's a long story," she said quietly. She didn't want to lie, but if she told the truth she wouldn't be believed, and in her state she might just snap and start yelling. Not a good idea.

The woman was kind enough not to chatter at her too much; once in the cafeteria, she looked for Naoya. Try as she might, she couldn't find him. Considering how broken he had been the last time she saw him... her throat hurt.

She took some food and sat down, but didn't touch her tray. Some mornings, even she didn't want to be here.

[light-wicca.livejournal.com]

It was probably the first morning so far that Willow woke up in that bed and actually treated the sudden transition like it was normal, getting up right away to go to breakfast. She'd never truly get used to the mental jolt, but at least she wasn't lying there for a good few minutes wondering what was going on before the nurse came in.

Willow wasted no time as soon as she stepped into the cafeteria looking for Hokuto. She'd never forgive herself if she didn't at least make sure her friend was okay, even if they only talked for a few minutes. Once again, the nurse was picking out food for her, and left only when she made sure Willow would actually eat it.

Willow's heart sank when she finally noticed Hokuto sitting by herself, looking decidedly worse than the day before. She paused at the chair across the table from her, smiling in what she hoped was a comforting way. "Hey. Do you mind if I sit with you?"

[the-clown-king.livejournal.com]

This time, Tamaki did get up for breakfast. He still felt a little sick, but he was determined not to keep moping around like he had been. That wasn't helping anyone! And he'd worried people so badly....

Besides, he needed to eat. He hadn't bothered to at all yesterday, and if tonight was anything like last night....

He took plenty of fruit and some juice, and a little dry toast, not wanting to upset his stomach. His nurse seemed happy he was eating. Sighing to himself, he took his tray and squeezed himself into a corner at the emptiest table he could find.

[free]

[hangenki.livejournal.com]

Having persuaded his nurse that a banana would be fine for breakfast, Kaoru set about the daunting task of finding somewhere to sit. Last night had been hell. First Hikaru and Ritsuka getting on at him and then....

Tamaki.

"Yo!" he said, sitting down across from his friend.
Ritsuka had been so worried that Kaoru would freak out. Which was fair, because he had. But he wasn't going to bug Tamaki. Just stalk him and make sure nobody came within tormenting distance.

"Man this place is getting dull."

[lost-metal.livejournal.com]

Ed wanted to hurt Martin Landel. The Head Doctor had managed to reach depths of loathing which had been previously untapped by anyone save Envy. That was quite an impressive feat. He hadn't been able to finish his conversation with Fox and now he had to come up with a plan and he hated plans. They got in the way of hitting stuff.

He grabbed a plate of food and went to sit down at the table. He wanted a lie-in. He wanted a long night's sleep until the middle of the afternoon and he wanted his brother back and he wanted mother's milk stew and... He wanted to go home.

[totallytheseme.livejournal.com]

Somewhere between waking up and walking into the cafeteria, Hikaru had decided that there was really only one way to deal with the whole "Envy" issue. They were already in a prison, so reporting him to the "proper authorities" probably wouldn't go over well. Plus, there was a good chance that those "proper authorities" wouldn't do anything anyway. The nurses were deaf to all of the other complaints here.

No, they had to remove him from the patient population for good--both to punish him for what he'd done to Tamaki, and to keep him from hurting anyone else.

Somehow, they were going to have to kill him.

Filled with this sudden, horrible new resolve, Hikaru walked over to where Ed was sitting by himself. They hadn't exactly seen eye-to-eye in the past, but now they had a common goal.

"We need to get rid of Envy. Tell me what I need to do."

[whiny-egomaniac.livejournal.com]

"...I said UNHAND ME, YOU FILTHY FLESH-CREATURE!" Starscream was not pleased to be pushed along into the already-crowded cafeteria; of course, it didn't help that he was now trapped in what he felt was a human synthoid body - Curse you, Cobra Commander, the Decepticon thought, for letting this technology out of your grasp!. At last, he managed to break free from his nurse, and in a blind rage pointed his arm toward the man and spoke in an even more threatening manner.

"How DARE YOU, human!" he snarled. "For your insolence, you'll feel the full wrath of my...my..." And that was when he noticed that his armaments were NOT included in his new body. He glared once at the nurse, then at the other members of the staff, before climbing upon the nearest table and staring out into the crowd frantically.

I...I cannot tell if any of these creatures are also synthoids, his mind raced, taking a whimpering tone in his own ears that he tried - in vain - to quash. No...NO! I CANNOT let this happen! I am to be crowned at long last! This will not be how Starscream is defeated! The panic finally hit full force, and without regard for his own safety or the safety of others he called out even louder.

"A...Astrotrain! Ramjet! Soundwave! To me, NOW!" But the room remained silent. "Where...WHERE ARE MY DECEPTICONS! I, STARSCREAM, REFUSE TO BE TREATED IN THIS MANNER!" He turned once again to the group of nurses now slowly gathering around his table. "Get me out of here right now, flesh-creatures, or your punishment will be MOST SEVERE!"

[arc-wrench.livejournal.com]

[Hope this is alright!]

It sounded like there was another droid here this morning! ...An exceptionally loud one, which was not always a good sign, but still!

"Statement: I've yet to meet any other unwilling meatbags of those designations, so they're not here," HK said with manic cheerfulness, dropping his tray of food on the table and pushing it out of the way so he didn't have to look at it. "I am designated HK-47, and I greatly approve of the general tone of your yelling. More meatbags need to be destroyed in novel and interesting ways."

[forthewinry.livejournal.com]

[Hughes!]

She'd been so set and determined to find Mom, the end of her second nightshift came as an even more abrupt disappointment, and waking up in her dull room only gave her time to ponder over the gravity of the situation. Three dead people she knew and loved, back and alive, and one for certain was changed in horrible ways... it was a lot to handle over the course of one day.

She'd looked around the room, found the toolkit stashed under her bed, found her notebook and flashlight beneath her pillow as if nothing had happened, and her shoulder bandaged neatly. Whoever had done it had certainly known what they were doing, and while that made her suspicious, it also gave her a glimmer of hope that there was somebody here who was kind and skilled enough to do it.

She searched franticly for Mom and Dad, supposing she had missed them among the other patients, but try as she did, the effort was fruitless.

Maybe they're in solitary confinement she thought. Perhaps their captors here didn't approve of having doctors around to help people, so they'd deranged them to cause harm instead. She'd have to be careful then, about how much she let on about her skills. Somebody had to carry on healing in this awful place.

She took a small breakfast and sat down, trying to calm herself with breath. While she was nervous, she couldn't forgo another meal. Her health was important too; she had to remember that.

[felled-hero.livejournal.com]

What a nice guy, that Shuldig, Hughes thought sarcastically. Well, he'd dropped off the note. And didn't know what had happened to Crawford. He had a bad feeling, but....

No sense dwelling on it.

Besides, there was a pretty young blond that he'd promised his morning to, and he spotted her at a table. Taking a tray of food one handed - his right arm still heavily bandaged and in a sling - he made his way over.

"Well, well, well. Ms. Rockbell," he teased, smiling at the girl. She looked like she could use some cheering up. "Now you're a sight for sore eyes."

[outtokillhim.livejournal.com]

[Lust~]

Envy was pretty damn pleased with himself. His outlook was turning out. It seemed fate had delivered Hohenheim right into his hands, and however that fit into the man's plans, he didn't care; he could take his sweet time in working up to him by first watching the beautiful outcome of what games he chose to play with the Beloved Son's mind, spirit, his friends.


So pleased was he, in fact, that when he spotted Lust, he saw only a golden opportunity to gloat; to remind her and himself that he was still lethal and completely, utterly, above everyone here.

[a_sin_for_him]

Lust was sitting by herself, toast in one hand and pen in the other, her journal open in front of her. She'd taken to recording what progress was made during the nights - though last night had provided little.

That, and she had copied over the transmutation circles Hohenheim had shown her the day before. What had he been thinking, giving her that knowledge? She wondered if he was as manipulative and far-thinking as his darker half.

Well, she would simply have to wait and see. For the moment, she was more concerned with getting the night's events down on paper, should the Colonel wish a full report.

[vessavana.livejournal.com]

Assured that everything he'd gathered the night before was stashed in a safe location, Kunzite made his way to the cafeteria, brushing past the nurse waiting for him at his door and gliding forward, his mind lost in thought.

The routine was down pat for the shitennou; grab a tray, a few plates, and obtain what would be most substantial from the buffet. He'd never had a pancake before, and so one of those made it onto his plate, along with a decent helping of eggs (he would have preferred whole ones), a few of the sausage links, and a nice pile of bread slices. Kunzite picked out a few of the healthier looking strawberries and blueberries and poured them into one of the bowls; a few glasses of water finished the meal.

The warrior slid into place at one of the tables, pulled out his journal, and began revising notes with one hand while the other unceremoniously shoved food into his face (the pancakes were decent, but not something he'd get in the future). Last night's raid was much more successful than the night before; a set of tools for himself, and the rest could go to any stragglers in the 'History Club' or to the metal pool. That is something of which I need to speak with Homura, Kunzite mused quietly, jotting this down in an illegible shorthand in his book. Perhaps, too, the chemicals, though I don't have much need for any kind of powders or potions that might be concocted with them.

The question which rang in his mind: What now? Putting the pen down on the book, he chewed a bit longer than usual on one of the smaller strawberries. I still need to find a way out of this place...I know being properly armed is the first step, but... His mind trailed, and for the first time in a while Kunzite was unable to properly strategize his next course of actions.

[icy-pole.livejournal.com]

[Sorry for the delay! RL ><]

Ami woke up with an icy feeling in her stomach. The last thing she remembered was taking the chemicals from the laboratory.

Leaning over and looking under her bed, Ami was relieved to see they had been stashed there, safe and sound. Now what to do with them, she wondered. The thought was quickly pushed aside as Ami realised it was morning. Breakfast. Unless she's asleep, Usagi doesn't miss breakfast! With hope in her heart, Ami almost ran to the cafeteria.

Only to be disappointed. Usagi was nowhere to be seen. Trying to push away the overwhelming feeling of despair that was washing over her, Ami took a deep breath and piled pancakes on her plate. She's just asleep, that's all it is, she tried to tell herself. She's missed breakfast in here before.

Looking around, Ami scowled when she realised that the only seat available was opposite a certain enemy. Although maybe he's seen Usagi.... She made her way over to where Kunzite sat. "May I sit here?" she asked politely, trying not to balk at the fact that he was a less-than-savoury breakfast partner.

[icy-demise.livejournal.com]

[Free for all!]

If he didn't know better, SubZero might have thought he was losing his touch, as it was, he was concerned the institute was doing something to him. He wasn't sure if he'd simply not gone out at all last night, or if he had, and couldn't remember.

It wasn't like him to just sleep like that, but perhaps after repeated fights and not sleeping it was what he needed. He'd just have to make sure that tonight he got something accomplished.

Today, he'd just have to make sure he didn't piss off people he might have to work with at night.

[cnflctofintrst.livejournal.com]

[free!]

When awareness came, it brought with it an unfamiliar heaviness. Mello observed the sensation at a safe, unnatural distance, blinking at the white ceiling overhead with a dazed and unfocused expression. There was no sense of pain and nothing covering him beyond the thin blanket, but he was acutely aware of the density of his body. It didn't seem to belong to him.

His eyes drifted towards the door as he considered the limp, weighted feeling. The knob jostled in its place as someone shoved a key into the lock, but he didn't move. Absently, he looked back to the ceiling. Was he alive? His body had never felt more corpselike, but he couldn't summon the energy to care. Why care? This place would just repeat--

An instant later the present hit him with clarity strong enough to have its own inertia, and even after his initial gasp Mello felt the room with a staticky, dizzy freshness. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and by the time the nurse entered, his eyes were upon her.

"Good morning, Michael," she said. She looked crisp and eager for the coming day, drenched in an enthusiasm only permitted to those who remembered nothing else.

Something had touched him and changed him. He watched her with tense suspicion as he tried to pull his own sensations into reasonable words. There were chemicals, several corrosives and other acids. Matt had them now. He'd get them later.

"You must need a fresh bite to eat after last night," she said, and when he nodded the world shuddered, but didn't lose its mooring.

Mello followed her into the cafeteria, but the distant haze of indifference didn't lift. He stared at the walls, at the floor. It was hard to focus, but necessary. When the woman moved him through the line he picked up two full glasses of chocolate milk and little else. Mello took a seat in the corner, where he could easily watch the others without rousing suspicion. He wasn't sure that the effects of whatever touched him had been dispelled, and he didn't want to take any chances.

[mukuchi.livejournal.com]

Mori had just watched as the strange blond left the room when he felt the air shift. The Head Doctor came onto the intercom and then - blackout. He really, really disliked that. He was disorientated enough that he didn't need the extra help in losing his balance when he woke up. Consciousness faded in and Mori shot up out of bed, grabbing his head. Everything just felt off again.

Tamaki was in trouble. Hikaru and Kaoru had not returned. People had come in bleeding. Mitsukuni's whereabouts were still unaccounted for. That last problem troubled him the most. Where was he? How was he? Was he--

Sighing, Mori climbed out of bed and whacked his hip into the dresser. Perfect. Dayshift came and once again he was clumsy and distracted. The distracted he could understand, the clumsy he could really do without. Running a hand through his hair and rubbing his hip with the other, he started for the door, knowing the nurse was coming soon. The door opened just as he got to it, giving the young woman on the other side a terrible fright. "Mr. Banks! Don't--don't do that!"

Mori blinked and bowed his head in apology, taking the opportunity to slip under the door frame at the same time. Once over the scare, the nurse led him off toward the cafeteria and handed him a tray. The food was interesting - pancakes and fruit, nothing high grade, but probably good enough. Mori took a couple pancakes and a bowl of cereal, and a good helping of just about everything else. He needed the energy and the strawberries on the pancakes (though he wouldn't eat them) made him feel a little better. He was just about to sit down at a free table and keep his eye on Tamaki and the twins, when his nurse swooped in and smiled. "You should get to know more people! Come and sit with Michael!"

Mori blinked and just followed after the woman as she forcibly led him to a table and sat him down. "Will? This is Michael. Michael, this is Will. I do hope you two get on!"

Like a whirlwind the woman was gone and Mori stared after her for a moment before turning his attention to the man in front of him. Bowing his head, he chose to forgo the usual verbal pleasantries that went with the gesture. Certainly the man across from him would understand what he was doing, right? Maybe not, but he could hope.

[tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com]

[Reserved]

Recluse paid almost no attention to his tray of food once he had sat down, opening his notebook and starting to write out page after page of chiphered notes. He had a small, cold smile on his face that certainly didn't reach his eyes in any form other than a vicious spark of amusement. Landel was proceeding much the way he had expected, but... at greater speed. This was happily recieved, but it could cause complications. He'd have to plan accordingly.

[widowsoul.livejournal.com]

The cheerful nurse had guided her to the cafeteria. Ghost Widow said nothing to her, instead taking the time to observe the scenery around her. She bought herself time by trying to touch things. If the woman thought Ghost Widow was crazy, she could stop and indulge Ghost Widow's excited adventures into feeling once more.

Once they'd finally made their way to the cafeteria, Ghost Widow was heavily encouraged - forced, she would have said - to grab a helping of food. Three pancakes, a bowl of cereal, and a glass of orange juice, and Ghost Widow was turned loose upon the cafeteria, finally free from the nurse. She wasn't sure she was going to eat her food at all. Rather, she was determined to do some reconnaissance work. She eyed the room, looking for someone whom she could talk to about this place.

She saw him at a table by himself, writing enthusiastically. He seemed incredibly familiar, though he was missing the regalia she was used to. Ghost Widow wandered over to his table, curious to see if her hunch was correct. She gestured to the empty seat in front of him and asked, "Is this seat taken?"

[flashyaudacity]

[Free]

Kaito was been decidedly less than happy when he suddenly awoke back in his room. He had still been in the pharmacy; he hadn't gotten back to Okita, Hijikata, and MOMO…

Cursing under his breath, he pulled out of bed when his nurse came to take him to breakfast. After a quick stop in the sunroom at his request, Kaito entered the cafeteria, took a little of everything, and looked around for those who had been taken. He spotted Homura speaking with Edgeworth, and Okita with Himura. He felt a little relieved at the sight of them.

He continued to watch them as he found his way to the nearest empty seat and slid into it.

[heartcrown.livejournal.com]

… What in the world had that been?

Kairi awoke with a start in her bed, a gasp escaping her lips as her hand was automatically drawn up to her throat. That large bear creature … had it been real?

Tossing off her sheets, she pulled her pants up and stared at a few bandaids littered around her flesh.

Ah, yes. It had been real.

Swallowing hard, Kairi moved from her bed and to the door, looking at the happy nurse who had been standing there prior to her awakening. Moving through the hallways, she was silent, thoughts swirling around her head as she thought about last night. They had gotten outside … and what had they seen? Some huge, incredibly macabre monster?

Grabbing a random plate of food, Kairi sat herself down in silence, picking at bits of things in silent thought.

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

[From his conversation with Sora]

...he wasn't going to be able to eat this. With a dejected sigh, Luxord pushed his tray away from him and stood, taking a glance around the cafeteria to find someone else to make miserable. If someone was apathetic about the world more than he was right now, it'd make everything better.

And, well hello thar, Kairi. She'd do perfectly. The Nobody walked calmly to her and examined her sad, lonely appearance.

"Is something the matter, Princess? You should eat something."

[opposingheaven.livejournal.com]

[For Hijikata]

Kenren woke in one of the nastiest mood he could ever remember being in. He wanted to kill something as much as he had when Hakkai had disappeared and knew that he needed something constructive to do before he spent the entire night deliberately provoking monsters.

The nurse received only a cold impreious glare when she came for him, the arrogance of the gods evident in every expression that he made. He wasn't in any mood to pretend that he was making nice.

He grabbed some food and found himself a seat, putting his feet up on the chair opposite and set about waiting for Hijikata. He got the feeling that they had a lot to discuss.

[screwthegods]

[From here]

Carrying only his notebook, Homura quickly approached Kenren's table. He didn't want to take too long in case the man was expecting someone, yet the demi-god smiled lightly at the thought of talking to someone he recognized. It hadn't ever seemed like such a luxury before, being sure that he knew someone who knew him.

"Good morning, Kenren." Homura almost added the title, but caught himself. It was become more natural to say his name that way, at least. "May I sit for a moment?"

[faceyourdoom.livejournal.com]

[waiting on Zexion, I believe?]

Apparently, that plan was out of the question. Who would think there would be two, tall gorilla-men outside the door waiting should he try to run? He didn't even attempt to hide the annoyance from his face when he'd been stopped in his tracks.

No matter. They had to drop their guards sooner or later. As soon as their guards got... droppy... again, he would make a break for it. It should be simple enough. No human meat prison could honestly hope to contain an Irken Invader, let alone ZIM. Yeesss, and once he was back to normal, this place would rue the day they even considered...

"Here you go!" the annoying woman said cheerfully, placing a tray full of garbage in his hands. "Boy, that sure looks good, doesn't it? You can sit right over here and eat. If you need anything, just let us know, okay?"

...Right. He needed to continue playing along first. Fine. He marched himself to the indicated seat and sat down without another word to the irritating woman. Zim scanned the room curiously. It was almost exactly like the one in the 'Skool,' only there were far more of these things here.

He stared down at the food, already feeling nauseous. He used the fork to brush aside the meat and the pulpy, yellow maggots. Poking at the bread disks, he realized they smelled extremely similar to waffles. He should be able to stomach this one if that were the case. At least, he could eat a little to maintain the ruse. Using the fork, he broke off a tiny, tiny piece and cautiously put it in his mouth.

[sixth-scents.livejournal.com]

[sorry about the delay, no internet access etc.]

So there were new patients today. Perhaps another member of the Organization would arrive with the influx. Any chance of his searching for a new member was quickly denied, however, as Zexion's increasingly irritatingly happy nurse seemed to be determined that her charge socialize during the meals.

Food first, though.

"Now you did not eat either lunch or dinner yesterday, so you need to have a good healthy breakfast today!" the nurse bubbled. Zexion simply let her pile food onto his tray; he was scanning the room for any familiar faces. The Nobody had learned to breathe through his mouth during meals, so the nightmarish pounding in his skull could be kept at tolerable levels.

The nurse, satisfied that Milo had enough food to keep him healthy, then steered him to a seat across from one of the new patients. "Milo, I know that you don't like company, but Hugh Manning here is new, so perhaps you could help him get comfortable." She scurried off, leaving Zexion alone with the boy. Hugh Manning, indeed. The boy appeared to be extremely wary of the food, having barely touched any of it.

"It isn't poisoned, despite that being something one would expect of this so-called institute," the Nobody commented. He cut off a piece of his own pancake, the buttermilk smell canvassing the varying scents of the cafeteria. If the boy wanted to know more, he would have to ask; Zexion intended to spend the meal searching for newly arrived Organization members, if there were any.

[prisonerofdeath.livejournal.com]

Last night nothing had been accomplished, but nothing horrible had happened either. Fox felt more drained than usual this morning, but his back was continuing to heal.

More new patients today, and Fox kept an eye out for anyone he might know, however unlikely it was for them to appear. It was something to do during breakfast, at least.

[no-side-effects.livejournal.com]

[Free]

That morning Wesker had awoke with a horrible headache, and no real idea why. He hadn't received any head trauma last night, none that he could remember, or even a fight. Though it was possible he had been attacked and didn't remember it, Wesker placed that in the list of extremely unlikely explanations.

With as much as his head hurt at the moment, though, he had no desire to figure out why, and simply wanted it to go away. Even with his enhanced biology, he wasn't going to trust the hospital any more than he had to, and didn't ask them for anything for the pain.

If Crawford had indeed vanished, Wesker would need to speak with Schuldig at some point today. In fact, it was entirely possible that Schuldig was responsible for his headache this morning, Wesker had no real idea about the telepath's powers.

[ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com]

[Bugging for the sake of bugging]

The animal within awoke Logan suddenly, as he sat bolt upright, thrusting the knife still clutched in his hand reflexively forward as if to skewer an imaginary assailant. But there was nothing there. He was in his room again. With a frustrated sigh, he stashed the knife. He had really wanted to go toe-to-toe with that grizzly, but supposed he should be thankful that neither he nor Parker were injured.

Logan spent a few seconds absently looking around for Anise's wand. There was no sign of it. Strange that he'd been able to retain one weapon but not the other. Perhaps he could ask the girl about it later, if he managed to catch up with her at all. Swinging his feet over the edge of the bed, he stood and ran a hand through his hair just as the door to his room opened. Parker was gone already, or perhaps hadn't returned. He'd know which soon enough, he supposed.

With a grunt, the mutant followed his nurse again, the usual routine. He was surprisingly hungry this morning, but then again, he had seen his fair share of action last night. Without thinking he moved straight to the serving area, choosing to fill his plate with savoury foods. As he moved towards the tables, he caught sight of Parker talking quietly with the kid he'd had lunch with yesterday, as well as the hulking form of Cole, who seemed to be trying to make amends with the poor girl they'd fought on the field. Good. At least one of them would be able to assuage their guilt, hopefully.

Logan stopped at one table, eyeing the man already sitting there. Ain' he tha guy from tha bus? The one who'd been running with Clark and that sweet-looking young Claire he'd met in the chapel. Deciding that this man would be as interesting breakfast company as any, he stood across from him, asking before taking a seat. Usually he'd just sit and deal with any repercussions later, but that incident on the field last night still jarred him enough to bother to stop and be polite.

"This seat taken, bub?"

Currently in M47

[byname-bynature.livejournal.com]

(For the boy Haku)

Artemis' eyes snapped open.

Damn it! He had been over the wall, over the wall that kept him here. So why... WHY was he back in this god-forsaken bed, staring at these god-forsaken white walls?

Furious, Artemis raced out of bed and tried the door. Locked, of course. He was trapped again. Trapped again. Now in a blind rage, the boy picked up the desk chair and hurled it at the door, screaming in frustration and defeat.

"Sean!" Nurse Hedgerow opened the door a few seconds after the chair impacted with the door. Artemis stood in the middle of the room, glaring at her, shoulders heaving.

Re: Currently in M47

[faithful-frost.livejournal.com]

Haku was up, off the bed, and crouched in a defensive posture before he was fully aware of what was happening. Screaming, a crash, and now a nurse? Blinking, he looked around.

Morning? What had ... he didn't remember anything after... Damn it. Straightening up, he pulled on a worried expression and looked at his roommate and friend. "Sean? What happened?"