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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[lady-general.livejournal.com]

"Most plans do," she said simply, shrugging her shoulders and twisting her hair back from her face. She wouldn't properly be able to dress her hair until nightfall, but a hasty lover's knot for the bulk of her hair would do for now. It would at least mean she'd be able to see. Celes stuck a pen from her pocket into the bun once she'd finished to make sure it didn't decide to fall down again.

She wouldn't take defeat twice today, by the Triad. "You could always fantasize, I suppose."

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

The only response to that was tired "mmhmm," as the Nobody had taken to closing his eyes. He was awfully lethargic at the moment and a nap sounded fantastic.

And so long as Celes did not specify what type of fantasizing he was supposed to be doing, he was hardly going to correct himself.

[lady-general.livejournal.com]

Celes turned her head to look at him and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Perhaps it was the kitten, stealing away his energy just as the old wives' tale suggested. Poppycock. If she were more of a child, and possibly more cheerfully spiteful (for what else could she call the man?), then perhaps finding some sort of marking pen, or paintbrush would've done nicely. Instead, Celes sat there for a bit longer, her eyes narrowed at the crowd as she contemplated her plans for the evening.

Despite promising to meet Hughes again, she'd not seen the man after breakfast. Having to wait for his bulletin to magically appear was taking too much time. Celes slipped off the couch and moved to Luxord's head, leaning over him and murmuring into his ear, "I'll leave you to your rest."

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

Perhaps it was Tyche. She was simply so warm and fluffy and demanding of attention just like him... It was comforting to have the creature sleeping soundly in his arms as he rested his head on the couch cushions-

The warm breeze on his ear made him smile for all of 2.4 seconds, after which the words processed and his eyes opened, taking in the sight of Ms. Chere leaving him without a single thing.

That was simply unfair.

He closed his eyes once more with a frown.