damned_institute | Day 37: Sun Room

Joe had read some of the larger notes stuck up on the bulletin board when the announcement came on the intercom. All things considered, this Landel guy didn't even seem so bad. Even if these people were held here against their will, he was certainly nice about it.

Apparently, the new patients - including Joe - were to hang around in the Sun Room or go to Arts and Crafts with the kids. Well, there was plenty of information on the board, including maps and descriptions of monsters, for Joe to prepare for the nighttime, when he could seriously get going on fighting his way out. He could look for where the boss would probably be waiting, or where his V-watch might be, and figure out how to fight the monsters. In fact, he had plenty of time to work all that out... but this the first time he'd had to really relax since he got his powers. So it couldn't possibly hurt to enjoy the calm period, could it?

The red-head stepped back from the board, and hopped back onto a comfy-looking couch to digest in the sunlight. He reached up to pull his cap down, and sighed when he realized it wasn't there. "Oh well, nothing's perfect. I still wouldn't call this hell."

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While he did pay attention to the conversation, SubZero was clearly not as engrossed in it as he could have been. He ran a hand over his wet hair and pulled it away to examine the water on his hand.

Right now, his hands weren't cold enough to actually freeze the moisture, but the added cold of being wet was uncomfortable. The mention of progress added to his irritation. He certainly hadn't made any, but there was no point in dwelling on that right now.

The fact that Arlene was so interested in children was a bit odd. From speaking with her, he was positive that her interest in kids wasn't of the creepy, usually illegal sort. She just had a very strong maternal instinct. Weird thing for an assassin to have.

"Some. I have become adequately armed with proper weaponry," she replied. "Though the progress I'd prefer to make has not been in coming. The man is quite elusive."

She looked over at SubZero, feeling no need to hide this information from Gin since the Arts & Crafts club has been openly working with the Cooking club. He had to know about the alchemists. "SubZero, would you like to be better armed one of these nights? I may be able to arrange it."

"So I hear," he smiled his usual fox-like smile.

Gin had given up on relying on other people and their waiting lists to get a weapon after only a day or so. He was perfectly capable of getting his own, and had wasted no time in doing so. In fact, a trip to grab a few more smaller weapons might be in order for tonight. He couldn't be sure when he'd be meeting with that doctor again and if Izuru and Momo's hushed tones and sidelong glances meant anything, he had a feeling there could be trouble pretty soon.

"Sometimes it's jus' a matter of patience I s'pose," he shrugged lightly.

The question about weapons got SubZero's attention focused back on Arlene.

"If I need a weapon, I can just make one myself," Of course, he wasn't going to bother to say how, or what kind of weapons he could make. Especially not in front of Gin, SubZero did not trust him.

Given the Bride knew what SubZero was referring to, if his supposed ability to produce ice with his hands as he'd told her when they first met was true (she had no reason now to disbelieve it given everything else), she wasn't surprised.

"Very well - if that is your wish." Her knowing look shifted back to Gin. "Patience is something I have in quantity when I wish to have it. Tell me, Gin, how is that group of yours going to weather the loss of - what do you all call them - team leaders??

At least Subzero wasn't completely helpless if he could get his own weapons. The man seemed to have a fighter's physique anyway, and like so many others here could likely hold his own in a fight.

"Can't say I know exactly," he raised a curious eyebrow, wondering why it was so important for Arlene to know. Of course he could probably say a great deal more than he let on, but then, where was the fun in that? "Either they'll pull it t'gether or start t'crumble. Ain't sure which it'll be."

Group politics were another thing SubZero usually didn't pay attention to. Though when there was some sort of upset in the balance of power, business tended to be better for an assassin as various groups tried to take out their competition for a better spot.

He had the feeling that wouldn't be the case here, though. It also wasn't like the groups were important for the survival of the patient population, though they probably helped the people that were less able to take care of themselves.

Until joining a group held significant rewards, SubZero planned to stay out of that mess.

"I see." Gin's response and lack of definite feeling one way or the other told Beatrix a lot. "You appear to care little one way or another. From my observations, it'll be interesting if it can recover given how many it has already lost. I do hope you don't find yourself on the wrong end of the situation over there."

She gave Gin a faint smile. "That would be unfortunate."

Gin preferred it if people didn't know which way his feelings went, what he liked, what he didn't. If they didn't know him, they couldn't know his motives and they couldn't know his weaknesses. It was as simple as that.

"Don't make much difference to me darlin'. There's more n' enough clubs here t' go 'round. I ain't much for leadin', so it's easiest for me t'help out in a group." A lie perhaps, but how were they to know that? And should the Arts and Crafts group dissolve, well, it would leave him with more options as well as more problems. Turning this place into a war zone and causing the patients to fight one another would certainly be interesting, though probably only be useful in entertaining the good doctor.

Day 37: Sun Room

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