http://misterprince.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] misterprince.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-09-04 07:31 am

Day 35: Bus 1

Sanji woke up groggily to find his nurse already in his room. He gave a sleepy and half-hearted "Buh?" before realizing that nurse meant dayshift, and he'd fallen asleep after dinner.

"Shit!" He sat up abruptly, which gave his nurse a start. "Nami-swan!" How had he allowed himself to sleep through an entire night? What if she'd tried to return to the basement? What if she'd been waiting for him to appear and protect her? He'd let her down!

"There, there. Calm down." His nurse set a familiar flannel shirt down on the bed and Sanji eyed it with confusion. The last time he'd worn that had been... "Sorry I didn't knock or anything, but I was so excited~!" A pair of jeans followed the shirt. "Today is the field trip into town! Aren't you looking forward to it?"

The chef had to admit, the town had been an interesting enough place the last time he'd been. If he could find Nami early on he might even be able to lead her around... So he didn't complain too much as he changed into the other outfit (which he really wished they'd let him keep - anything was better than the regular gray) and was led out to the first of the buses.

He took a seat near the front, hopefully easily visible to any of his crew - especially to a certain member of his crew.

[for Usopp!]

[identity profile] strange-unlife.livejournal.com 2008-09-07 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Haven't been here that long." Shito was starting to lose interest in this conversation, and fast. He started thinking about what he wanted to do while in town, but it was hard to decide without really knowing what there was in town. Was there a half-decent sushi place? Probably not. Electronics? Maybe, but he had no money. Maybe he could find a way to afford something small, some decorations for his room or something. It was awfully bare and impersonal in there, after all.

[identity profile] high-prosecutor.livejournal.com 2008-09-07 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"I see." For the thousandth time, Edgeworth cursed the stroke of bad luck that had led him to fall ill. There was another loud rumble and a shock from the voice. He looked around, but didn't see anything that would have caused it. Definitely paranoid.

He looked out the window - it appeared they were getting close. He cursed under his breath, having been hoping for the town to be decently-sized enough to have an internet cafe, or at least a decent tea shop. It didn't look big enough to have either.

"Well, that's a surprise. Small town? Really? Though it makes sense, if you think about it from the staff's point of view, as distasteful as I find it. The smaller the town, the easier it is to keep tabs on us." He rolled his eyes at the thought.