Day 37: Sun Room (4th Shift)

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

There were still too many things on Armand's mind for him to truly relax. The morning with Alec had been a help. And seeing that TK was going to be well helped him know that it was time to work out something else, but what? He'd already, without success again, tried to reach one of the club leaders about his sole idea of something new and different. Maybe it was hopeless.

There was no way he was going to play with paper and glue like a small child, and he glared at the nurse as best he could until she gave up on the idea. There was a free chair in the Sun Room--in fact, there were many free chairs--where he settled down to see what the new patients looked like. Prisoners, not patients. He felt bad that he had to remind himself. Even if he was crazy, he wasn't going to give in to Dr. Landel's game, not today. He nibbled on an overgrown cuticle and kept an eye on the room. No dozing today.

[for Citan]

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[mitase.livejournal.com]

[running back from the showers (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/513195.html)]

Hanatarou returned to the Sun Room with a feeling of distinct (if damp) relief - he'd managed to get in and out without anyone really noticing him, much less deciding he was a good target of torment. He paused a moment to give a wary look around, making certain the one-eyed man he'd met that morning wasn't around, then scurried over to an empty couch.

Of course, now that he'd been so quick about the shower, he was left with...well, nothing to do. Except maybe try to ignore the fact that his hair was dripping onto his shirt, but that wasn't too hard. Just as he started to consider venturing back in search of a towel, though, the kitten from that morning (or one of its siblings, perhaps; he wasn't sure) wandered over. Feeling greatly daring, the shinigami cautiously lifted the furry creature onto his lap, half-afraid it would scratch and/or run away. It seemed amenable to the change in location, though, and just curled up, allowing him to pet it, which he did as a tiny, pleased smile dawned on his face.

[for grown-up Hana Matsuda]

[showtime-matsu.livejournal.com]

Well, that had sure been...weird, thanks to the sudden stroke of heartburn. Weird and an encounter that had left Matsuda wondering just whether or not he would have to fear for his life. He really hoped Mikami was just a Kira supporter, and not one of the super-crazy ones that like...stabbed people with pens or something.

Reading the bulletin board had made things even more awkward, even. Not only did it look like Ryuk, of all beings was here, but his roommate had passed away the night before. He really should go to that funeral, but he'd already made plans.

Darn. Then...he'd be sure to keep Renji's friends in his thoughts, at least.

He was going to head into the arts and crafts room when he spotted a kid over on the couch, looking like a wet, frightened... "Oh, a cat!" Matsuda exclaimed, honing in on the animal curled in the kid's lap as he passed by. If he really thought about it, it would certainly explain why everyone always said there were big, scary cats at night, but he hadn't ever really seen them around here before. They were sneaky little bastards.

Then again, it wasn't like he paid much attention to the actual room as he did the people.

Regardless, the detective stopped and looked down over the back of the couch at the kid. "He doesn't look half as scary as I've heard they can be."

[blurred-divide.livejournal.com]

It probably wasn't a good idea to dwell or anything, but Angel found himself in a quiet corner regardless, sketching Buffy's face with an absent focus that suggested either he was just that good or he'd done this way too many times than was healthy. (It was the latter.)

Still, it took his mind off things for a bit. There was little to think about until they dug up more information tonight and even then, he had a strong suspicion it would only raise more questions or cause more confusion. Possibly both and then some.

The best he was hoping for, really, was that no one would get clawed up tonight. Again. If he didn't know better, he'd say the cats were exacting revenge for all the times they were used in kitten poker.

[for Tempy and Willow. Confusion galore is a go~]

[centermusthold]

Upon entering the Sun Room, Brennan perused the bulletin board carefully for any new useful information, but unfortunately none was forthcoming. She was still inexplicably trapped in a strange place.

Perhaps there would be something worthwhile in the library. It wasn't likely, considering the level of coordination evidenced by her captors thus far, but she might as well try.

As she walked toward the library door, a man sitting in the corner caught her eye.

... No. That was highly improbable.

"Booth?" she called, walking quickly towards him. "They got you too? How?" She paused, observing him. He looked different, on an almost imperceptible level. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. "I have a number of questions for you, but first tell me you're alright and you know where Hodgins is."

[paper-murdock.livejournal.com]

The more this situation was explained, the more angry Matt got. Did they really expect him to believe this crap? He didn't let this show on his face though, careful to nod at appropriate times and make considering sounds. He'd have to get more information before he acted, or maybe even try to contact some of his friends or allies.

The hospital wasn't one he was familiar with, and he hand't heard any voices he knew. Trying to listen for a heartbeat, to determine if the 'nurse' was lying didn't accomplish anything. The faint sound he could hear was steady, but it was too faint to be certain, her voice drowning most of it out.

"Here we are," she chirped. "Let's get you settled." The change in temperature meant he was probably in the sun now (or under a vent). "You can ask any of us for help," she went on, "Or talk to any of the others here. Be good now. There is a sofa right behind you."

Matt smiled politely, if a bit forced, and sat down on the seat offered, grateful to be left alone for a moment. Eyes closed, he leaned back, listening for anything useful or intersting.

(A Cap perhaps? *hopeful*)

[wing-head.livejournal.com]

Today had certainly been eventful, Steve was actually curious to see the arts and crafts room. Perhaps he'd draw something, though he really wasn't in the artistic mood.

On his way through the sun room, though, he spotted a familiar face. Steve paused, and decided this was worth investigating. It might not be Matt, but it might be, and Steve couldn't take the chance that it wasn't.

"Hello," Steve said, hoping for recognition.

[reanalyze.livejournal.com]

While lunch had hardly been productive, it had given Citan a few new things to think about. The boy at lunch, whatever his name had been, was decidedly the youngest prisoner he had as yet come across. Which made him wonder. Did the powers that be have some moral quandry over subjecting young children to this place? Or was there another facility, specifically for those who had not reached the age of puberty...

He supposed it didn't really matter, it was simply another curiosity about this place. Much as it reminded him of Solaris' camps and facilities, it lacked a certain sense of organization. And rationale.

But what was there to be done? Deciding against arts and crafts - he'd already been through the supplies and found little of use - he instead made his way to the Sun Room - which really didn't deserve the name.

But luck, it seemed, was on his side. Smiling affably, Citan crossed the room to take a seat by Armand.

"Good afternoon, Armand."

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

"I suppose it is afternoon by now," Armand said, not willing to agree that it was good but still not liking to sound childish or grumpy at Citan. He feared his smile was a bit wan, but honestly he didn't feel there was much of anything to smile about today. He wanted to please his friend, so he tried. And he tried not to think about Alec. Alec was a subject he simply didn't want to bring up with Citan.

"Did you sleep well after... lights out?" he asked. TK said he hadn't, and Armand wondered if it was universal. "I think me and Morrison are both feeling pretty upset by how things have been going. We're letting you down." He lost hold of his smile, and his guilt shone through. "That's a lie. I've let you down, both of you, and I'm sorry. It's my fault Morrison got hurt, and I feel like we're getting nowhere, even when you have plans."

[zeus-incarnate.livejournal.com]

[ Unknowingly waiting for Kimberly]

While it was nice to be allowed to eat his lunch in peace, Marcus was somewhat disappointed no one had come to speak to him. The blue stars were quite visible, though they were looking a little faded. He'd have to go over them again with the blue marker he had his room.

He could have just gone to the arts and crafts room to do so, but he didn't feel like doing anything else in the art room, and he was more likely to be seen in the sun room.

Marcus took a seat on one of the couches and settled down to wait for dinner.

[morphenominal.livejournal.com]

Today was not turning out to be a very good day. Kimberly couldn't imagine any day in this place being good, but that was beside the point. She wasn't any closer to figuring things out than she had been when she woke up this morning. And that was... well, concerning, actually.

With a sigh, the Ranger ran her fingers through her hair and looked around the room. She wasn't sure what she was looking for (although she was definitely keeping an eye out for Nurse Creepy) but she stopped when she saw someone with blue stars on his shirt. That was what the guy on the message board had said to look for, right?

"Uh, hey," Kimberly greeted as she approached him. "You're not waiting for anyone, are you? Cause if this is a bad time or something I can always, y'know, come back later."

[blacksustenance.livejournal.com]

[Free]

No Elle.

Looking around in the Sun Room, he could see no sign of the bitch - and she was a bitch now, especially after zapping him like that. Hot, sure, but a bitch was a bitch and goddamit, that hadn't even been necessary. If she'd just left like they told her, he wouldn't have attacked her and she wouldn't have pissed them off and he'd probably be getting laid tonight instead of wondering what he was going to do about her. Last night it seemed so damn clear once they regained consciousness that they were going to make what they did to Harry and Logan look like a trip to Disneyland. But now that he was back to being human, Brock was annoyed to find he was actually having some minor second-thoughts. It wasn't that he felt guilty about what he did.

But neither was he so sure he was going to torture Elle and kill her slowly either. For one, she was pretty hot and it'd be a waste to just off her and two, he wasn't so sure he'd have the advantage now. She'd be on her guard and they weren't Venom any more. Revenge was one thing but so was self-preservation.

Annoyed, Brock flopped down on one of the couches in the Sun Room, propping his head up with one hand and watching the other patients for a bit before closing his eyes, resting but not quite dozing off.

[ellectriclights.livejournal.com]

After a long nap, Elle felt refreshed. Well, as refreshed as she could with her arm still in a sling. She made her way to the Sun Room slowly, scraping her feet and silently wishing death on every person she passed.

Peter had been no help. None whatsoever. He hadn't made her feel better at all - just worse because now Daddy would be upset with her for talking to him.

Once she reached the Sun Room, she looked around for a familiar face she wouldn't want to set on fire, but all she saw was Eddie.

Wonderful.

Slipping on her cheerful expression, Elle bounced over to Eddie and perched next to him on her knees.

"Hi, Eddie." She sounded just about as perky as she could manage. She wasn't threatening him. Not yet.

[nobleman]

After a boring shower, Guy had checked the bulletin and organized some meetings before heading into the cafeteria for lunch. That had also been uneventful, though at least hamburgers were easy to eat. He hadn't been forced to ask anyone for help, and while it had taken him longer than normal, now that was done with.

The fact that Anise was the only person who seemed available for meeting up had Guy worried, but he tried not to get ahead of himself as he moved into the Sun Room and found a place to sit. He imagined it would be a while before the Fon Master Guardian showed up, since he didn't expect her to rush her shower or anything like that.

Still, where was everyone? Jade, the emperor, Ion, even Sync - the Sun Room was fairly empty now and while some of them could have been showering or in the Arts and Crafts room, he also hadn't seen them around at lunch. It was disconcerting.

The fact that Claude also had friends missing made the swordsman wonder if this was all happening at once for a reason. But that was probably just paranoia - people disappeared all the time. It's just that now a lot of people he knew were going missing all at once, and he couldn't help getting anxious about that. Maybe it was better that his friends were elsewhere, but he couldn't actually make himself believe that.

[For Anise.]

[gald_digger]

[From the showers!]

Once she left the ladies' room, Anise spotted Guy in no time. Waiting patiently, just as promised! Such a gentleman. It worried her just a little that he was alone, though. Had none of the others come through the Sun Room this shift? Maybe Guy had seen them...

From their talks on the bulletin, Anise had been expecting to find the man with injuries today, so it was no surprise when she saw the big sling on his arm. Now she knew why his writing was so terrible. That didn't make it a happy sight, though. That was his sword arm, wasn't it? This was bad...

Even as that sobering thought sunk in, Anise skipped over to greet her friend with a cute smile - albeit a slightly forced one. Even if she knew things were going badly for both of them, it wouldn't do to let her worries show! That would just bring their moods down when they least needed it. "Ehehe. Thanks for waiting!" The girl stopped a few steps away from Guy, eyes looking him over for any less obvious injuries, though she tried her hardest not to be too obvious about it.

[mrmewmaker.livejournal.com]

[TWEWY cast reunion time~]

Shiki looked around the Sun Room, trying to cheer herself up. She didn't see anyone that looked familar, so she curled up on one of the couches and went to begin sketching again. She wanted to talk to...she didn't know. It was all well and good to have the friends that she did here, and she wouldn't give them up for anything.

But sometimes, she wished she didn't have to explain her entire life to everyone that she came across. She wanted to talk to someone that understood what she'd been through, or at least understood her Shibuya. Not a Reaper - she definitely wanted nothing to do with them - but Neku. Or Beat. Or, even...Mr. H. He'd be good to talk to right about now. She wouldn't even mind his jokes about making them pay for a free cup of coffee this time.

[catstreetblues.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/512122.html?thread=41880186#t41880186)]

Sanae strolled into the Sun Room and looked around. Looked like a pretty diverse crowd; there were even kids here, by the looks of things. And no screaming either: he'd always imagined asylums to have at least one screaming crazy. People here, on the other hand, seemed like they were perfectly rational. Well, one learned something new every day.

His nurse nudged him further into the room, and Sanae at that moment managed to spot someone very familiar, although...hadn't she ditched her friend's form by now? On an impulse he looked down at his hand. No, no timer- so this wasn't a Game at all. Well, Shiki Misaki was still nice company no matter what she looked like.

"I think I can take it from here," he told the nurse, putting in every ounce of sincere charisma he could muster. It apparently worked, because the woman patted his hand gently before leaving him in the room. Sanae grinned. Score one for CAT.

He walked casually over and plunked down next to the pink-haired girl. "Heeeey, what's up, Shiki? Where's Phones?"

[uruz-vii.livejournal.com]

[From here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/513195.html?thread=41857963#t41857963)]

Sousuke still wasn't sure what to do about Miku and her training. While yes, Sanosuke made a very good point that learning to defend oneself was good in a place like this, he didn't want to suggest that he expected Miku to be injured in his stead. As a soldier, Sousuke was used to this. She wasn't. She was so small and fragile... like a white dandelion swaying in the wind.

He kept running over these thoughts in his head, frowning deeply, sinking into the couch.

[For the other Mech Boy. ♥]

[tender-cruelty.livejournal.com]

Allelujah had to admit that he was concerned about Edgeworth. The man had been very kind to him, and polite and it wasn't pleasant to see him in such a state. He also had to wonder exactly who had led to it and whether they were a danger to other people.

But there was little enough time to think about that when the nurses came to escort him away. He had no idea what he would do in the Arts and Crafts room, never having been given the chance, so instead he went into the Sun Room, quickly spotting a familiar face; someone whom he could relate to more than most, he thought.

He approached Sousuke, careful not to startle the other soldier. "Do you mind if I sit here?"

[fuzzy-diablo.livejournal.com]

This was totally weird. First the underage kids had to go shower, then the nurse said that he didn't have to--that he'd been cleaned up when he got there. Weird. He didn't remember a shower at all.

A little bit awkward on his feet, Kurt was escorted to the Sun Room where his nurse encouraged him to find friends. Find friends. Yeah, that seemed to say that he wouldn't just be here until the Professor came to pick him up.

He looked around, trying to see if he could spot Professor Logan, but so far the room seemed a little empty. Glum, the former mutant sat on a comfortable chair--curled up with his knees to his chin.

Friends... non-mutant friends... At least they wouldn't be able to tell.

[Free!]

[bewarethecute.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/512787.html?thread=41861907#t41861907). Have a cute thing?]

Ururu wasted no time leaving her note, except to make sure she wrote nicely enough so everyone could read it. It was a very important note, after all, both to her, and maybe to Fai-san. Kurogane might not realize that Fai-san wanted to kiss him or to give him sex because he was so embarrassed, and Ururu wanted to change that.

When it was done, the little girl looked around, and saw someone who didn't look so happy. Ururu was pretty sure she hadn't seen him before, and wondering if he was new, the little girl went over to him. If he was new, then someone would need to tell him about how bad it was here, to make sure he stayed safe.

"Um, h-hello." Ururu did a little curtsy, used to doing so now even without her skirt. "I'm Ururu. Are you new here?"

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

[Free Gambler~ Comes with a kitten.]

The beginning of lunch was spent in the Sun Room munching on onion rings, chatting with Nursey, petting Tyche (who had decided she wanted some of his food, which he obliged with), and causing trouble on the board. One could say he was being a bit of a troll, sneaking from posting to posting and angering people as much as possible. At least, he was until he slipped.

The rest of lunch was spent mumbling to himself, writing in his journal, and generally berating himself for that little error on the board.

ruse, rouse, rouse, ruse, rouse, ruse, it was one letter off, just one but the damage was done. Someone had seen it and mocked him for it. He knew the difference, damn it, he knew. But someone thought he didn't. Someone was under the impression that he was a pompous moron who knew nothing of the English language. Luxord had read the thesaurus and encyclopedia countless times! He knew the difference!

HE KNEW.

Then came fourth shift and it was forgotten, leading way to the current image of the Gambler lounging on a couch--grinning as always and petting the little black kitten in a way that just screamed "mafia." People were sobbing about something else (he'd heard about this Renji before, a few times. One would think his being dead would stop his incessant need to cause drama and his oh so manly tears, but evidently not), meaning the Gambler had something to divert his attention. Something delicious: other peoples' pain.

He would sometimes ponder Sora's reasoning for killing him. It was times like these when the answer was simple and plain for all to see: he was evil. And more than that? He enjoyed being so.

[lady-general.livejournal.com]

Celes had chosen to forgo her meal, despite the nurse's insistence that she eat. Certainly, it was important, but all the fat that the meals provided would do very little for the General aside from making her complacent and sedate during the days. When she had checked this morning, her uniform was still neat, clean, and folded next to her boots and hidden inside her closet.

Interesting.

When her nurse had come again, Celes had made for the Sun Room. It was better than the Art Room if only to catch the afternoon rays, however weak they were becoming. Her eye had caught a rather surprising image on the board and she shook her head before coming upon the Gambler. Oh for the love of Goddess, what to say. "Master Luxord." Celes inclined her head politely, "May I join you?"

[notmyfather.livejournal.com]

Valyn's mood had only worsened as they day went on. He wasn't even sure where Shadow was, he hadn't seen his cousin since this morning. And that, right after Shana and Renji, was making his guts twist in a way that made him want to be sick.

He sat down in the Sun Room, ignoring the offer of arts and crafts, and held himself rigidly. He didn't know how else to be, when this taken by emotion. He may as well have been a statue, carved without a set expression, the way he held himself straight and unmoving. Inside, however, he was a mess. Nothing made sense and he wanted desperately to scream and cry and wail to the heavens and let it all out.

One way or another, he had to break this. He had to do something. Maybe that coming night....

[For Keman]

[adorkabledragon.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/513195.html?thread=41876651#t41876651).]

All Keman really wanted was to be alone, but the first person he saw after coming out of the showers was Valyn. Valyn, whose face was so blank and emotionless that it might have been carved out of stone. Keman wanted nothing more than to walk away, pretending he hadn't noticed the elf, but he...couldn't.

Now that Shana was gone, he had to keep the rest of them together. Otherwise, they would just break.

"I'm...sorry," he said hoarsely, without preamble. "About Renji. I know he meant a lot to you."

[intoindra.livejournal.com]

((Free))

After the conversation at lunch, Roland wasn't really feeling much in the mood for 'arts', not that he normally went for that anyway. He did just as well here, with his journal and his pen, just jotting down whatever came to mind. He hadn't done any real writing since he'd arrived, but that was all right- he'd been just a bit preoccupied, after all.

Still, he relaxed on a comfortable chair and started writing, just relaxing and taking it easy for the moment. Tonight he'd have to be quite a bit more active, but that didn't mean he had to pace around like a caged animal. Besides, losing his inspiration would be a concession to the man who had him contained, and he wasn't about to let that happen.

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

So Shinichi didn't get to take a shower. That made a certain amount of sense, and he wasn't too thrilled with the idea of the showering with other guys. His nurse tried to get him to go back to the Arts and Crafts room, but one walk down (recent) memory lane was more than enough for today.

His interview with V'kass Valyn Lord Hernalth--the guy with the long hair and the even longer ears--had gone...poorly at best, and once lunch had ended he decided not to pursue it further. Plus, he seemed to have someone else bothering him.

So he'd just have to bother someone else.

There was a slightly older man sitting alone, one who looked far too comfortable here not to be a veteran. Smiling, Shinichi approached. "Good afternoon," he said pleasantly.

[officer-leon.livejournal.com]

Well, that had been unpleasant.

As soon as the nurses started herding people out of the cafeteria, Leon had stormed away from the table, leaving his half-eaten lunch and Wesker behind. He was regretting his decision not to punch the other man in the face... what was one more night drugged up in this place going to do? It wasn't like he'd made any progress getting out of here.

Leon flopped down onto a couch, eliciting a squeak of surprise from the small cat already curled up there. With a sigh, Leon transferred the cat to his legs, absently scratching its head. The cat accepted its new seat readily, circling a couple times before laying down and surveying the room. Leon stared up at the ceiling, watching the clouds overhead and trying not to think about the fact that he'd been here for a full week now.

[Sulky but free!]

[bored-todeath.livejournal.com]

Man, so this was really annoying. Ryuk had seen himself in a mirror. He didn't think he looked all that bad, but judging by all the stares...yeah. That in itself was a pain in the ass. He'd never been seen by so many people. What a pain! And you know what else? He saw L. He was sure of it. Now that wasn't right and he couldn't even stalk the guy because, guess what, everyone could see him. He'd tried calling the nurse up on it but she just looked awkward and tried pushing him out of the cafeteria. They bargained and Ryuk now had an apple.

Speaking of which... He decided to leave a little note on the bulletin. Lure a few people out. He knew Matsuda Touta was here.

So yeah. Ryuk sat down next to some guy that was bound to notice he was there and started eating his apple. "Hey. So what's going on?"

Ryuk had read a little of the bulletin messages that claimed to explain things but only really told Ryuk that everyone was a lie and there were monsters.

[diamondstorm]

That... could have been smoother. Renamon sighed and slumped down into a couch, listlessly watching the kittens play. Perhaps her talk with Yukari would be lighter.

She'd have to wait and see. She didn't see the younger girl anywhere yet.

[Yuka-tan!]

[remedying.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/512787.html?thread=41895955#t41895955).]

Not long after, Yukari made her way into the sun room again, fully dressed after her short shower. She made an effort to at least pretend the day hadn't gone far from pleasant; this could be her chance to pick it up again, after all.

"Hi, Renamon-san," Yukari greeted as she approached the couch, taking a spot on it beside her.

[gentiana-clusii.livejournal.com]

Ken had better conversations in the past, but talking to Jamie hadn't been that bad at all. It hadn't been the best conversation ever, mostly due to its brevity, but hey. Couldn't win them all.

And now it was back to the sun room. (Because really. The nurses deserved to be committed themselves if they thought he was going to willingly go to arts and crafts. Make license plates out of macaroni or some shit? No thanks.) And that was how Ken found himself on the couch, lap claimed by a cat who wanted attention now, damn it.

There were worse ways to kill time...

[byname-bynature.livejournal.com]

Artemis came out of the shower feeling a bit more refreshed and relaxed. Spending time with Haku would do that. But his nurse was still concerned about Sean's complacent, almost soulless manner. She couldn't imagine why he was so out of sorts.

The boy spotted Ken with a kitten. Immediately, he was reminded of the time he'd spent with Renji and the kitten after his first visitor. He moved over to the man and sat down, tearing up immediately.

"He liked kittens."

[see-my-back.livejournal.com]

[Free!]

It just figured that right as they were trying to work things out, some stupid nurse had to come along and move them all. Why couldn't they just leave them be? It wasn't like they were hurting anything just talking. But getting sedated was bad, as she'd been told several times already today.

Unfortunately, the next shift the nurses dropped her off in the Sun Room, without a sign of any of the others! She chewed the end of her thumb for a moment, trying to decide if she should write a bulletin asking about that Aidou person or not. Sasuke wouldn't be able to see it, but that didn't mean he didn't have other ways of knowing she'd posted it. And this Aidou, just what was he to Sasuke anyway?! Ugh, she really wanted to stay on Sasuke's good side so she could talk to him about things back home, but it was really hard when her stupid feelings got in the way. She would not be jealous of some boy!

Most everyone here seemed like they were best buddies with someone else already, so there weren't many people left to talk to. This was shaping up to be just a wonderful freakin' day.

At least there were kitties. Cute ones. She picked up a little tiger-striped one from the box and was surprised at how calm the thing was. It was like a skinny, nice version of that fatass cat Tora-chan they'd had to fetch before. She took a seat on an empty couch and let the fuzzball roam around in her lap.

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

"That's a very cute cat." Kenshin was a little late getting into Sun Room, and most of the prime spots were already taken. One of the couches, however, wasn't occupied except for a young girl and a small kitten. Sano wasn't anywhere in sight, so he was probably in the Arts and Crafts room.

"May this one join you?" he asked, smiling kindly.

[innovator-skuld.livejournal.com]

[[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/512787.html).]]

Skuld hesitated before posting her note (http://community.livejournal.com/damned_bulletin/327207.html), but she would not waste another night when she didn't have to. It felt really inconsiderate, but she couldn't count on Zoro still being here, and had to consider the people that she knew were.

Assuming Dean was here, too. It would have helped if she knew what he looked like.

[[Awaiting a very suspicious Winchester!]]

[kindalikedit]

It was almost like being back in friggen school. Dean was proud to say he hadn't an ounce of college education and while he might've missed all the partying, he wasn't sorry to miss out on more classes, more of what he saw as glorified babysitting.

The first thing Dean did was check the bulletin board, flipping back to his note to see if Sam posted: nothing but that didn't mean he wasn't here, Dean told himself, checking out some of the other messages the other prisoners (oops, "patients") were leaving each other. Some of them seemed to be talking in some kind of code with this business about "clubs" and others...Dean didn't quite double-take, but he did damn well pause. Others were writing to him. Well, to a "Dean". How the - Dean reread the message quickly. Whoever it was, they wanted to give him a Bowie knife and there was no way he was gonna turn down a free weapon even if he might not even be the right Dean they were talking about. He wrote back a response and took a step back, watching to see if anyone would approach.

The girl he spotted was definitely jailbait. She had a pen in her hand and looked like she was ready to respond to his message when Dean took a step forward.

"Hey," he said, "I'm guessin' you're Skuld. I'm Dean."

[udo-retrovirus.livejournal.com]

When the redhead finally left the showers, he went to take a quick glance over the bulletin board, and then flop on a free couch to try to get some rest. It looked like there were even a few cats running around. Strange that he'd never really noticed them before, but oh well. It was a nice reminder of the cat version of Gaignun that he and his brother had raised, once Helmer had taken them in.

Junior didn't dare to pick them up, at least not yet, but for the moment he was content watching them.

[runner-up-robot.livejournal.com]

[for Blitzwing]

After he was spooked by Teisel, Forte ran off to the message board, and spent some time there, posting and arguing with some other robots that had apparently shown up.

It had occurred to him while writing that no-one from his home world was here, and no-one could argue with him if he... bent the truth slightly. In fact, he was having fun writing about his own greatness, and was wondering if he should meet with this robot as well. The trouble was, with so many people coming and going on the board, it was hard to tell who was posting what.

After putting up another note (http://community.livejournal.com/damned_bulletin/323636.html?thread=9611828#t9611828), he stood next to the board and watched it, to see who would read and reply to it.

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

After getting separated from Lugnut on their way out the dining room, Blitzwing had thought it best to ask for information from his fellow prisoners in as efficient a way as possible. Establishing his authority had been an afterthought; he might not have done it if he'd known Lugnut would challenge him on such a public forum. But on the other servo, now everyone would know that he was in charge of the local Decepticons, as easily as reading! So that was quite a satisfying outcome. And he'd managed to identify the two largest threats, after the person leading this place; Starscream and Depth Charge's presence would make it difficult to stay in contact with Lugnut, but he was fairly confident his wingmate could take care of himself. Well, to a certain extent, anyway. He probably wouldn't get himself killed while Blitzwing's back was turned, and what more could anyone ask for?

This "Forte," now...He was interesting. Blitzwing thought he could detect signs of exaggeration in his account of the possible Autobot, Duo, but coming from the culture he did he was used to dealing with boasts. What mattered was that here was another robot with a modicum of intelligence, despite being human-made. He could be a useful contact to cultivate. So when Blitzwing saw the note suggesting a meeting, with the arrow -- He immediately looked around.

And there was a human male with purple hair, standing right next to him! Blitzwing openly studied him; he certainly didn't seem like a match for even an Autobot, but then neither did Blitzwing in this state.

"Are you Forte?" he asked bluntly, voice gruff, but not entirely unfriendly.

[multiweapon.livejournal.com]

With some of the more familiar faces having been made prevalent in the last few days, it didn't seem as urgent that what happened with the network crisis be found out. Yeah, it was still urgent and all but at least he knew one of the Avatar users was safe. If one was safe then there was a good chance all of them were fine--at least that was what Haseo chose to believe to be true. Allowing himself to think otherwise would be a bleary path of worry that he didn't want to continue down. So despite the aggravation of being locked in his room at night (again) in the last couple days it was a nice opportunity to sit back and take a deep breathe.

Oh, what the hell was he thinking. It was boring being locked in that room all the time.

Considering the gap between now and then, Haseo decided that it was time to check his old forum board to see if anything important had been going on. Maybe someone left him a notice that he could read or an update on more people that had arrived. The thought of getting mail on the forum-board was doubtful since he had only been gone a couple days, but looking couldn't hurt. 'Hopefully Atoli got along all right during the night shifts.' He thought.

The rogue approached the board and gave it a good once-over, specifically looking for messages from people he was most concerned about. It would have been much quicker if these notes were sent to the person they were meant for; it would've also helped if he knew what their handwriting looked like.

[ Free. Probably late. ]

[its-the-mileage.livejournal.com]

The "Sun Room" had sounded intriguing, but if part of Indy had been gunning for an impressive chamber akin to the sun-filled Map Room at Tanis, he was sadly disappointed. Skylight and balcony aside, the place was almost as nondescript as his room. Judging by the sun overhead, it must be late afternoon.

A number of other people were scattered around the room, wearing the same bizarre uniform he was--and try as he might, Indy couldn't conjure up any symbol he'd ever seen that would shed light on the significance of this primitive yellow representation of a human face. Maybe the color and shape were somehow connected to the "Sun Room," but these people didn’t look like any sun-worshiping cultists he’d ever run across.

Now seemed like a good time to do a little research before rushing into anything. As soon as the nurse left him, Indy crossed to a notice board hanging at the eastern side of the room (judging, again, by the position of the sun). Hopefully something in the Sun Room would illuminate him.

Most of the messages weren’t too interesting--looked like personal notes exchanged between patients(?)--but a couple caught his eye. One was a large sheet headed “Landel’s Institute: A Primer.” Hoo boy, Indy thought with a chuckle; these people took themselves seriously.

A quick read was all Dr. Jones needed to convince him that he really had landed in a mental hospital. Monsters? Different worlds? Conspiracy theories? Something told him his fellow inmates wouldn’t be much for rational dinner conversation.

Still, it couldn’t hurt to be on his guard, especially until he could find out what he was doing here. A few subsequent posts referenced the same unlikely themes. Unless they were all having some kind of mass delusion, there had to be a logical explanation. He just had to find out what.

Indy made a mental note of the information, resketched the maps on a few blank pieces of paper, and gamely added his contribution to another message asking about languages. When in Rome and all.

And now that he’d done his homework, it was time to survey the locals--the boy next to him seemed like as good a starting place as any. Indy turned to him and commented genially, “All these notes. This must be a pretty big place, huh?” Better start with the small stuff.

[rope-victim.livejournal.com]

[For Ritsuka]

Lunch had been fun, but before Miku could tell Okita-san anything, she was whisked away by her nurse and given a stern talking to about bothering other patients with crazy stories. Miku kept her head down and cringed at the appropriate times, until the nurse finally relented and let her back into the Sun Room.

"Keep your stories to yourself, Alice. I really am very disappointed in you; I'm sure Doctor Washu would be as well." The nurse left her charge on a couch, and Miku looked around. X-san was looking sadly at a young blonde woman who had touched his shoulder. Sousuke was talking to someone she'd not seen before, but they appeared to be getting along.

Miku breathed a little sigh of relief. Slowly, he was getting better. She curled up on the couch, and rested her head on the arm. Ritsuka would be here soon, but for now, she'd take a little nap.

[hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com]

Momo ignored everyone as she moved from the cafeteria to the Sun Room. She didn't want to think, but she also needed to. She was upset, but she wasn't sure how to deal with it.

So... the small shinigami sat on a couch and flipped her journal back open, turning to the page where the almost finished drawing of Signum was. She narrowed her eyes and then shut the journal.

"Mew."

She was shook from her thoughts, and emotions, when a kitten jumped up onto the couch and meowed at her. With a small sigh, Momo ran her hand down the kitten's back.

[Mitsuru, I believe]

[marin-karin.livejournal.com]

Lunch could have gone worse. It was rather odd to discover that she was the only one, short of Chidori, who remembered what had happened, but she at least knew that the other two had been relatively okay on their own, and had gotten to hear more about this place.

Of course, upon checking the bulletin board, her mood soured. Really, it was more of a mix between anger and embarrassment. She would have searched Amada out that moment, were it not for two things: he was supposed to be in the showers, and she honestly had no idea quite how to handle it yet.

Instead of heading into the Arts and Crafts room, she thought it might be more prudent to stay in the sun room and decide exactly how to handle things both tonight and tomorrow. Not only would she have to handle that virginity problem, but the leaders of the groups wanted to meet tomorrow.

She'd found descriptions of some of the leaders of the clubs easily enough, and thought it might also be wise to do some research on them before tomorrow. If they wanted to accomplish anything at the meeting other than dumping information about the clubs at the newer leaders, then educating herself would be best. She and Rangiku had spoken about things other than the Arts and Crafts club, and Hitsugaya had given her a very brief overview.

There was a young woman about the same age as herself on one of the couches that Mitsuru thought might be a good place to start asking. The way she looked vaguely resembled one of the descriptions from Arts and Crafts, but she looked normal enough when compared to Hitsugaya's own description that it was difficult to tell for certain.

"I'm sorry, may I sit here?" she asked after a moment, trying to be careful not to frighten the cat that the woman was petting. If it was someone from Arts and Crafts, then she could ask further, and she might at least be able to have a conversation partner in the event that it wasn't.

[winged_moon]

Doing some kind of art project wasn't exactly high on Yukito's interest list just at the moment, to be honest, so he chose to politely decline. He did wonder briefly what had happened to what he'd helped Ururu make the day before, but after a look at the bulletin board decided that she was probably rather distracted by...other things. It was probably best not to inquire just now.

The nurse wouldn't let him go to the library when he asked, which was a bit of a disappointment; he'd wanted to see what the place actually looked like during the day. She instead offered to get him "a nice book to read," which he just accepted with a smile and mental shrug. Better than nothing, he supposed.

He took the rather battered-looking novel he was given and found one of the few seats that were unoccupied by now, settling down to read. Although he made some pretense of reading, though, staring at the pages and occasionally turning them, he found he was a little too distracted to really focus, and ended up just watching the other people in the room instead.

[dawn-rune.livejournal.com]

The cheerful fellow at lunch had done a bit to brighten Frey's mood, and he was more firmly resolved than ever to do his best to hide any lingering sadness and self-pity. It was now as it had been during the war--showing his bad moods affected the moods of others, and it was unfair to them to be a drain on morale. Hopefully another conversation with someone pleasant would do the last bit of work sorting out Frey's mood, and he would be able to be strong and stable for Takaya when dinner came.

At first Frey thought against bothering someone who seemed to be reading, but as he passed by he noticed that actually very little of the man's attention was being spent on his book. Pausing, Frey asked softly, "Are you not enjoying the book?"

[requiemforasoul.livejournal.com]

After a very late lunch Siegfried opted to return to the Sun Room. Although his nurse had cheerily informed him that the Arts and Crafts room would be fun and relaxing, Siegfried doubted that he would fully appreciate it (he’d never been the type to have the patience to draw a picture.) He found a comfortable chair and after picking up the cat already sleeping there and placing it gently on the floor, he sat down.

With all the cats running around in the room it made him wonder. Were they like the nurses, and transformed into vicious monsters? Looking down at the kitten, he had difficulty seeing it become one of Landel’s experiments upon nightfall.