Day 37: Breakfast

[scarletspeedstr.livejournal.com]

[for Sylar, I believe]

At the sound of the intercom, Wally jerked awake and blinked around at the room. He’d fallen asleep. He should have been up and keeping an eye open for ZEX, but he’d fallen asleep waiting on his bed.

“Idiot,” he groaned, ruffling his hair and sighing in annoyance. “Way to help a guy out, hotshot.” Hopefully ZEX hadn’t dropped by and thought he’d left or something, or wouldn’t be too mad at him for just forgetting about it like that. If he was lucky, he’d be able to catch up with the other patient at some point and explain what had happened.

Rolling himself a little awkwardly out of the bed, Wally took the opportunity to stretch his injured leg and test how well it was holding up. It was feeling a bit better, not so much that he could abandon his crutch or that it didn’t pull painfully if he wasn’t careful, but better. Tony had apparently made it through the night in one piece as well, which was a relief. He really didn’t feel comfortable about the thought of his roommate wandering about on his own with an injured arm. Not when Wally himself could relax and fall asleep in the apparent safety of their room.

Yeah, he wasn’t going to let himself forget that one in a hurry.

It was at that moment that the door swung open to admit one of the nurses. She seemed surprised to find him awake and ready to go already, but smiled warmly. “Hungry, are we Mr. West? Well in that case, let’s get you to the cafeteria. The staff have provided some delicious French Toast as well as a range of other foods I’m sure you’ll like. Now will you be needing a hand with your leg, dear?”

“No thanks, I can handle it,” Wally replied, smiling back. After all, it probably wasn’t the nurses’ fault that this place was so messed up, so it wasn’t like picking fights with them would do anything. With a cheery wave goodbye, Wally slowly made his way to the cafeteria, keeping a tight grip on his crutch all the while. Obtaining a plate of food was only slightly less difficult than it had been yesterday – he didn’t have the painkillers to work around this time – but he managed well enough, coming away from the buffet with a tray containing a plate piled high with slices of French Toast and slathered in maple syrup, butter, and sugar, as well as a glass of juice. Not quite as good as some coffee would be right now, but the sugar would hopefully make up for it. And, with how few people were here at the moment, he could afford to take more food than might have been considered ‘normal’ – he’d have most of it gone by the time anyone came to keep him company, then he could just worry about how many extra serves would be allowed before he aroused suspicion.

Feeling pretty happy with how things were looking so far, Wally hummed faintly to himself as he dug in to his breakfast.

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[innovator-skuld.livejournal.com]

"Yeah... we blasted everybody else with pond water, but things didn't escalate that far with your group." They hadn't really hurt anybody. They'd banged some people around, but at the worst they had bruises. It still shouldn't have happened, and Skuld hated this place even more for making her do all that she did, but it hadn't been... too violent.

If she'd just had a certain ribbon--! If she'd been able to resist the brainwashing, but trick the staff into thinking otherwise... it would have exhausted her, but she could have done the building a LOT of damage. Damn it all.

[tony-castaway.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Tony blinked. He hadn't noticed any of that, though he vaguely recalled that the courtyard was noisy. He'd been too pre-occupied with Kvothe and the little angel lady. "How does that work?"

[innovator-skuld.livejournal.com]

"Water's my element," Skuld said offhandedly. "It was too cold for me to teleport myself around, but I can make it bend to my will. I can use telekinesis, too."

At least, normally.

[tony-castaway.livejournal.com]

"You can?" Tony asked. She had all his attention now. He stared at her, trying to see if she looked any different, like he was used to him and Tia looking different. Neither of them did anything with water. "Do you know anyone who has a... talent with music?"

[innovator-skuld.livejournal.com]

"You mean singing magical commands? All goddesses do, but my onee-sama is really good at it. Why?" Skuld wondered if he was familiar with the Valkyries, at least; it was oddly common here. Having a connection to them, though, would be another story.

[tony-castaway.livejournal.com]

"Well, not commands. It doesn't work like that." He thought about it, looking back at his experiences. "It's more like... the music is inside us, and it makes the magic better. Does that make any sense?" Tony couldn't quite believe he was actually telling someone about it, but a few days of being trapped here, alone, were starting to wear down his secretiveness. Something had to give.

"Wait... did you just say you were a goddess?"

[innovator-skuld.livejournal.com]

"It does--music's good for spellcasting, since it can act as a guide," Skuld confirmed.

She had to grin a little at the question; how glad was he about to be that she hadn't attacked? "Yeah, I am."

[tony-castaway.livejournal.com]

Why did she keep saying spells? "Maybe it's spells for you, miss." What did someone call a goddess? "I don't even know how to do a spell, but there is magic in my music. Maybe someone else wouldn't call it magic, but we've always had it bubbling up inside us. My sister and me, I mean." He'd completely forgotten about food.

[OOC: Tony is finding this conversation frustrating but really interesting. If you're not willing to backthread (and I can so understand if you're not, because I've been slow lately), maybe they can talk again soon.]

[innovator-skuld.livejournal.com]

[No problem! Backthreading's fine.]

That was interesting. "What can you do with your music?" Skuld was always interested in talking shop, and the definition of "magic" varied enough so she could chatter on for a while.

[tony-castaway.livejournal.com]

This was very hard to do. "Well, there's lots of things we can do in general, but the music helps... lift things, I guess. It makes me feel better too, though that might not be magic." He spoke slowly, more than a little anxious that to reveal so much of himself, even though he thought she'd be a fair person about it. She said she was a goddess after all.