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] jurisfictional.livejournal.com 2008-09-07 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Thursday nodded, smiling slightly. "It's one of the jobs they do - make sure things are going the way they ought to. I don't know if you've got time travel where you're from, but it's pretty prolific in my world, and it needs policing like everything else."

The smile vanished, though, when Allelujah asked about the visitors. "That's right. Every Sunday, some of the patients get visitors. They're people you know from your home world, but they've been...brainwashed into thinking that you're the person the nurses claim you are - that you're hopelessly delusional, and that you lead a 'normal' life."

Her eyes hardened noticeably. "It's always one of the people closest to you. I've heard they return from the dead on occasion. They brought in my husband last Sunday. I don't know whom to expect this week."