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Day 37: Sun Room (4th Shift)

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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[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]

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~]

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*)

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."

[ 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.

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.

[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.

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.]

Matt was debating on going over to bother one of the other people when a familiar voice broke through his thoughts. Taking a moment to listen for a heartbeat, he sat up a bit straighter and offered a slight smile. Roger and he might not always agree on everything, but at least it was something familiar and as such, welcome.

"Hi. You're here too huh?"

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."

There was still no sign of Logan which was troubling, but Marcus gave up looking around for him and looked up as he was approached by a young woman. He'd have to check Wolverine's room before he went out to meet people tonight.

"No, this isn't a bad time. Have a seat," Marcus said, gesturing to the rest of the couch.

He suspected from the greeting that she was looking for him from the message board.

Steve couldn't help but be relieved at the fact that Matt recognized him. He took a seat and looked over at the Daredevil.

He couldn't exactly say he was happy to see Matt, because the more people that got brought here the fewer there were out there to come get them out of this or find out what happened.

"Unfortunately, yes..." Steve said, "Did you just arrive here?"

"Yeah. Just woke up in a strange room actually." Matt sighed. "The ... overly cheerful woman was telling me all about the 'wonderful 'I've found myself in. I don't suppose you could elaborate any?"

If Captain America was here... What the hell was this? The mental hospital of the super-powered? Or was he actually utterly insane and speaking to himself, but thinking Steve was sitting with him?

Anything was possible he supposed.

"Well... I woke up here too, unfortunately at night. As far as I can determine, this place is in another dimension. People from various dimensions are being abducted and brought here. I just ran into a Tony Stark earlier today that didn't even recognize me," And if this Matt was from his dimension, or a closely related one, he'd know how odd that was.

"I don't think it's a psychic induced hallucination," But he'd been tricked before by very elaborate illusions.

"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."

"Thanks." Kimberly took a seat and offered him a quick smile. What was she supposed to say now? She supposed an introduction was in order, but who did she introduce herself as? Zordon had said they weren't supposed to reveal their identities to anyone, and she assumed that meant other heroes as well, so... civilian identity would have to do.

"My name's Kimberly. We, ah... We spoke a bit over the message board earlier." She didn't think letting him know that much would be a problem. As long as she didn't mention being a Power Ranger, she wouldn't be betraying Zordon, right? "I was hoping to hear more about this group of heroes thing. What do they do? How do they operate? Things like that."

Matt had to frown at that. "Stark didn't .... recognize you?" That was ... oddly disturbing actually. "I don't know which sounds more plausible," he said. "That this is all some elaborate joke, or that we're really crazy."

Shaking his head, he tried again to focus his hearing, wanting to try for at least some sense of space around him. Everything was too fuzzy though. "What's unfortunate about waking up at night?"

"No, he walked right up to me and said hello without recognizing me," Steve said.

Now it was back to explaining what happened at night around here, but he didn't want Matt to have to find out the hard way.

"Well... there are apparently monsters in the hallways, and they occasionally take and brainwash the prisoners here and make them fight the rest of us. I ran into another prisoner that had his full powers back," Steve wasn't going to say that it was Logan, but he should explain a few other things about this place.

"They've also somehow weakened me, I'm not at my peak," Which shouldn't have happened. Power dampeners didn't work on Steve, because he didn't actually have any powers.

[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.

"Monsters." Matt took that in for a moment, then nodded. "Right. Monsters. Okay.... And they, what, only come out at night?" The brainwashing thing, that he could get behind. HE'd seen it done, on more than one occasion. The suppressing of powers, that too... though, on Steve? It was a little bit of a stretch.

And it explained why his own abilites were on the blink.

But monsters?

"Have you come across any monsters? Who else is here?" So far, Captain America, Iron Man, and Daredevil... who else would show up?

"It's nice to meet you, Kimberly, I'm Marcus," So he was correct in his guess. Well, at least people were making an attempt to work together, even if they didn't want to reveal who they were when they wore a mask.

"Most of our efforts have been trying to find a way to safely get civilians out of here," It was a safe term to use for people that weren't heroes. The preferred term in Paragon was 'citizen', though that didn't apply here quite as well. "And when we see people that are in over their head at night we go rescue them."

Citan was quiet for some time, leaning back and watching nothing in particular. Armand's lack of self confidence was both a blessing and a hindrance. A blessing because it made the younger man more easily malleable, but a hindrance because the boy did have potential. A delicate balance needed to be struck.

"Armand," Citan finally began, calmly, "I wouldn't expect a cat to grow wings and sprout a beak and take to the skies as a bird. And I wouldn't expect a young man such as yourself, with no background in these sorts of affairs and no experience with this manner of place, to be anything more than what he is. There is no disappointment in being yourself. We'll work everything out, you'll see."

It was a dangerous game. Less so since Morrison was not in attendance, but dangerous all the same. Citan had no wish to be discovered for what he truly was, not at this point.

"Yes, only at night," Steve confirmed. It made sense, if they wanted to pretend to be a mental hospital, they couldn't very well have monsters running around in broad daylight.

"There's a Spiderman that also didn't know me, and Wolverine from my dimension, though he seems to be from the past as well... I also ran into Nightcrawler of the X-men, but he's just a teenager, and he looks completely human now," This was probably a lot for Matt to take in, but he'd rather give him the information and let him process it all now during the day.

The more Steve talked about it, though, the more insane it seemed.

[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. ♥]

Matt couldn't think of anything to say to that for a moment. It was all... crazy.

"Alright, only the fact that I know you're Steve Rogers is keeping me from laughing at you and calling you crazy. But... You have to understand, this is a bit .... weird sounding. If we are all from different realities and, indeed, times, what possible purpose could this serve? I mean, you know who I am, and I know who you are, but then..." He sighed again, the sound harsh and leaned forward, putting his head in his head and chuckling softly. The sound held little humor.

"I'm a bit lost now. So, basically, we've got monsters and brainwashing at night and did I hear Arts and Crafts during the day? What on earth does any of this accomplish?"

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