Day 37: Intercom, Evening

[damned-intercom.livejournal.com]

"And I believe it's time to start wrapping up the day," was what the Head Doctor said after the intercom's initial jingle. "Now that everyone's all cleaned up, I think it's time for some... that's right, dinner!

"Tonight, we're serving some scrumptuous rotisserie herb chicken, seasoned with rosemary, lemon juice, and other delicious seasonings. On the side, we have cooked asparagus with bits of grilled onion, as well as small roasted potatoes with garlic and butter; for dessert, we'll be serving vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup on top. Our normal assorted drinks and specialized diet alternatives are available.

"Some of you might find that you have new roommates since your old ones were fortunate enough to recover and leave us. Hopefully, you'll be able to see them again the next time we have visitors if you wish, but in the meantime please treat your new bunkmates kindly.

"I believe that's all for now. I hope you had a wonderful day and that you have a delicious dinner! ...Well, you'll definitely be having a delicious dinner, but there's nothing surprising about that, is there? Hahaha..."

With a seemingly good-natured chuckle, the Head Doctor turned off his mic.

[ All introduction posts for this shift's group of new characters should be made in response to this post. Find your character's room assignments here.

All room threads go in response to this post; please post your character's room number as the subject line of the initial post. Thank you! ]

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F4

[thatdamnedninja.livejournal.com]

The days always passed by faster than the nights, but this was bordering on ridiculous.

Was it all because she’d fallen asleep after breakfast? Geez. Yuffie let a long sigh as she trailed into her room, rubbing the back of her neck. That couldn’t be it! She’d barely even gotten started, and now it was over! She hadn’t even managed to see Sagara!

Woah, woah! The thief shook her head, as though doing so would send that traitorous thought flying straight out of her ears. It wasn’t like she missed the guy - she’d only seen him just last night! She just… She’d just been looking forward to proving that yeah, she was the kickass one, and therefore she had totally won that pillow fight. Yeah. That was it.

After the chat she’d had with Mizuho, though… Sagara being unable to accept his failure was the least of her problems. Ugh. Yuffie flopped on the edge of her bed, pulling her tray of food closer. Her current and more pressing problem was Rude. A little more viciously than necessary, Yuffie speared a piece of chicken.

That stupid, good-for-nothing, pea-brained Turk bastard! How dare he go spreading rumours about her! He didn’t know anything.

Only the fact that it didn’t surprise her was stopping her from marching straight out of the door. Only that was keeping her from teaching Rude a really, really important lesson; namely, that Yuffie Kisaragi did not take insults lightly. It wasn’t in her nature, and even a few years worth of maturity hadn’t dampened her instinctive reaction to defend her pride - loudly, and, if necessary, violently. Yuffie was pretty sure he’d learn to keep his trap shut if she kicked him in the nuts.

Re: F4

[tostepforward.livejournal.com]

Her plans had been made for the evening, and Ayumu had hope that she'd be able to find something useful, whether it be information or a more tangible item. Even in a strange situation she could still do her best to fulfill the mission she'd been given, even one as vague as this. What she needed was to get back as soon as possible, through whatever means necessary.

She made polite conversation with the nurse accompanying her back to her room, while inwardly wondering about the idea of having a roommate. It made sense, considering the layout of the room, that there would be someone else there, but still she would have liked some privacy. Even at home she'd managed that, and it would have been nice to have time to think and plan and drop the act for at least a little while.

But she'd do her best, just as she always did. And so when she entered the room and found a young woman about her age already there and eating her dinner as though it had done something to her, Ayumu only smiled in a friendly manner as she took stock of the situation. Not only about her age, but about her same height and general build. Interesting - how exactly did they assign people to rooms around here? Did they have something in common?

"Hello," she said, with a polite bow, showing none of her thoughts, "I'm guessing you're my roommate? I'm called Sen. It's a pleasure to meet you."

M58

[broken-exorcist.livejournal.com]

Today had been a long and somewhat tiring day, more emotionally draining than physically. He'd have to check on Rinali first thing. If she wasn't here anymore, he wasn't sure what he'd do. Rukia, Renji, Lavi, and now Rinali? The only person left from his world was one he wanted very little to do with, namely Tyki.

Still, he was determined to at least check and figure things out before he let his emotions get the better of him. She'd been late before, it was possible that was all it was. He hoped that's all it was.

Re: M58

[sasuke-of-sound.livejournal.com]

By the end of the day, Sasuke was more than sick of talking. The smell of dinner that increased as his nurse led him into the patient quarters was just as appetizing as lunch had been, and Sasuke sort of hoped to simply eat and get through this Nightshift without complications.

When he entered the room, he gave Allen a perfunctory nod and greeting and immediately started on his dinner. At least the food here was solid enough that he could probably count on being energised for Nightshift.

F33

[quickdrawbkiddo.livejournal.com]

Dinner was acceptable, almost quite good if Beatrix overlooked where it came from. The blonde ate quietly, her thoughts turned inward as she ran scenarios concerning the upcoming night with SubZero and HK-47 through her head. Sitting on the desk next to her tray were two brightly colored beaded bracelets she'd made in Arts & Crafts.

Re: F33

[fyeonly.livejournal.com]

Naomi looked exhausted as she was escorted into the room she shared with Arlene. And she felt exhausted. She wasn't sure why, she hadn't done that much the night before. Maybe it was just everything catching up with her, physically, mentally and emotionally. She didn't know. She half-waved to her roommate before grabbing her dinner tray and slumping into bed with it.

She hated to waste another night, but it looked like she may as well just stay in. At least for a little while. She wasn't in much condition to do anything else.

F10

[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

Despite the coming night and all the dangers that would follow, today had been a really nice, even normal day, at least through some parts. She hoped she would get to meet with Yukari and Brainiac again, they'd both been really nice and maybe she was just imagining it, but even seemed to enjoy her company, if only just a little. She didn't think she'd ever had so many people she could call friend, even if it was only a small and budding friendship.

Meeting with Bridget every day was fun too, though she wished he would open up a little more. Then again, maybe that was her fault. She didn't really make a habit of talking much about herself to strangers, but then... Bridget wasn't really a stranger anymore, he was a really good friend.

The food tonight smelled really yummy and well-seasoned too, much better than the greasy hamburgers and hot dogs from lunch. She said a quiet Itadakimasu! before starting her meal. Max hadn't been there last night either, but there was still a tray of food laid out for her. Kagura had to wonder what was going on. They hadn't taken her away like they'd done with Leon a couple nights back, had they?

F12

[hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com]

Another meal for Momo to not eat. She'd not touched a single bit of food all day and she wasn't going to start now. Her nurse had gone on about making sure she ate at least a little since she hadn't been 'feeling well' and it would do her some good.

Nope. Not happening.

Once her nurse left, the tray sat untouched on the desk next to her journal and the small shinigami curled up in her bed. Tonight was going to be very hard, for many reasons, and she really just wanted to have Hitsugaya hold her, but Renji did deserve the memorial. Hopefully, she can get some rest while waiting for the night to come. Hopefully, her demon roommate would take the hint that, being under the covers, she didn't want to talk.

Momo was pretty sure Anya wouldn't recognize a hint if it hit her in the head.

Re: F12

[wishescankill.livejournal.com]

Anya had wandered out briefly for the last shift, but had spent most of the day recovering from her various unpleasant wounds in the relative comfort of the empty room. When she finally made her way back, Momo was curled up on her bed.

"Hello, roommate!" Anya greeted her enthusiastically, feeling quite happy and refreshed after her relaxing day. The vengeance demon bounced over to her desk and started digging into her warm meal. She did love chicken.

M33

[usoppsenchou.livejournal.com]

There was that line again... that story that the disappearing patients were cured. No way. Maybe--maybe--they could be brainwashed for long enough to get them out of the way, keeping them asleep or something until the Institute could march them out as 'proof' and scare the patients. Usopp wasn't sure of even that much, but maybe it meant Nami was somewhere in the Institute. It wouldn't explain how Sanji and Zoro had disappeared and come back with more memories, though...

Worrying about the way the Institute worked was enough to give anyone a headache, excepting maybe the little bunny kid (Nate?) and a few of the other people on the boards. Mello was busy more and more on the board, too. If he'd had any faith that the others would actually check it, he'd want to check on the board every day to make sure nobody else in the crew had disappeared. Would Zoro get his swords..?

Feeling a bit gloomy, despite the shower, Usopp poked at his chicken a bit before starting to eat, not feeling too hungry. If Sai didn't come by tonight... well, he had things to work on, as usual. He'd figure something out.

Re: M33

[uruz-vii.livejournal.com]

Sousuke was definitely in better spirits than the previous night. Perhaps he was starting to finally feel some sort of rapport with his fellow prisoners and patients, thanks to Allelujah. It was a little scary how they understood one another so implicitly.

But now, he had an apology to make to Usopp.

"Good evening, Captain," Sousuke said, saluting as he came into the room. His nurse, a little exasperated, set his meal down and left. Sousuke remained standing in front of Usopp.

"I apologize for the state I was in last night," he said, hands clasped behind his back. "It was unprofessional."

M82

[enigmaticmedium.livejournal.com]

The day had been entertaining enough, even if he'd spent much of it napping. As usual, he started on the ice cream first, and in Xelloss's opinion it was perfectly sensible. Not as good as Saillune's, but still good, and it'd be a pity for it to melt while the chicken was being dealt with.

Xelloss wondered if he'd start to gain weight from bad eating habits if he stayed here long enough. Lina and her friends never seemed to, but they burned up a lot of energy with magic (along with generally being frantic forces of destruction whether well-intentioned or not) and aside from nighttime, Xelloss's lifestyle had been a bit sedentary lately. Maybe he should start volunteering for fighting groups more, pretend he used to be a masked hero named The X and wander around with a makeshift costume.

His roommate might not see the humor in that.

Re: M82

[zeus-incarnate.livejournal.com]

The conversation Marcus had with Stefan put him in slightly less of a good mood than usual, but at least it was time for dinner, and it wouldn't be long until night.

"Hello, Xellos," Marcus said as he sat down to his dinner. First he would need to check on Logan, then head out to meet another recently arrived hero. Stefan's comment was just a little bit concerning, even if he had been joking.

F6

[see-my-back.livejournal.com]

Sakura had to admit, she did feel a little bit better after talking with Himura. He was pretty nice for an old guy, though admittedly, he didn't look all that old. Maybe it was just the way he talked. Or maybe he was using a jutsu like Tsunade-sama to keep himself looking young. It didn't seem to fit, if Himura was worried about looks, he probably would do something about that big scar on his cheek, but she supposed it was a possibility.

At any rate, she just had to hurry over to the entrance to the Sun Room once night came. Himura was right, she'd just have to show Sasuke that she really could be useful. And if he kept doing stupid things, maybe she really would give him a few hard knocks.

Re: F6

[meironohosoku.livejournal.com]

That shower had been nice~ Then again, in Hanyuu's opinion, this whole day had been nice. She'd slept through most of it, but that was beside the point! The game wasn't yet over, and she was sure they would be the ones to win this time.

Between that thought, Rika's return, and the fact that she'd be getting another flashlight tonight, Hanyuu was in a very good mood. And considering how mopey she'd been during previous days, that was saying something.

The spirit smiled at her roommate, although it disappeared again almost immediately. This girl wasn't Shana... Hanyuu hadn't seen the redhead at all today, but she had thought that was because Shana had left the room before she woke up. Given the Head Doctor's words though, did that mean Shana had disappeared like Rena..?

"Um... A-Are you my roommate now..?"

M41

[vladville.livejournal.com]

On the plus side, Vlad hadn't noticed Danny posting any requests for help in committing suicide this evening, which left Vlad's on evening free. Free for him to decide what to do, and free of listening to the boy complain about everything imaginable while they tried to make progress. Granted, they never did seem to get very far...

The down side was that he hadn't made plans of his own, either, opening up another possibly empty evening. Surely with so many new patients, he would find someone who wanted a more experienced hand around to 'guide' them, and in a particularly desperate situation, would make suitable bait for anything that might attack. After all, like the old saying went, you only had to be faster than the other person...

The food was acceptable, although it was a bit amusing to Vlad to hear such glowing terms to describe such a mundane meal. Probably available in the frozen food section for any particularly lazy or busy housewives. He could appreciate the lightness of the meal, at least, compared to lunch, and contemplated skipping dessert even if it was ice cream.

Re: M41

[qui-gonjinn.livejournal.com]

As usual, Vlad was already here.

Qui-Gon stood by the door, just studying his roommate tonight. This could be the last time he saw him and not because he would be free: traveling to the basement was highly dangerous and they knew nothing about what was beyond the North Door. He could very well be killed there. Qui-Gon didn't feel any fear, however, for he'd already died once and he would be attempting this with Obi-Wan. There was no one else he could imagine taking this step with and no one else he'd even want to. Still, he probably should give Vlad some warning in case he did suddenly vanish between tonight and tomorrow morning. It'd be foolhardy not to tell someone where they were going in case it ended badly.

His impression of Vlad was that he was a careful, meticulous man. Whatever he took from the information Qui-Gon was going to give him, he believed he would use it wisely.

The Jedi Master sat down on his bed, not touching his meal yet. "Can we talk? It's about tonight." He sat with his hands folded calmly in his lap, face neutral even though he might be killed tonight.

M34

[maskedsunflower.livejournal.com]

The day had passed quickly and in confusion. The game itself wasn't totally unfamiliar, but the more he read, the more he realized he didn't understand, and that was disturbing. At least tonight he'd have plans, but an entire day passing was also disturbing. He'd woken up in the morning, it had seemed, so he didn't exactly know what the passage of time here was like in relation to his proper place and time, but it was still too much time wasted.

Without weapons or his body in working order, the threat of 'monsters' was more serious than it should have been. Since his human body seemed to be the most functional part of him, keeping it in order by eating was still important. As he sat down to eat, this time asking for water instead of letting the nurse pick out milk for him again, he looked around at the room more clearly, remembering what he'd been told about the flashlight. There were two beds here; someone else would be quartered with him.

Re: M34

[udo-retrovirus.livejournal.com]

Ice cream. The food here was decent, but it was the deserts that were really worth mention. Rare, but really damn good.

Junior was expecting a new roommate when he got back to his room, but it was kinda surprising to see that it was the kid he'd been talking to at lunch. Lucky, really. Now he could get a name and finish some explanations, if the kid wanted to hear it. It was always best to go into night as prepared as possible.

"Oh, hey there," he said, giving the kid a wave. The redhead headed over to his desk and starting in on his meal, dessert first. Man, how long had it been since he'd had ice cream and chocolate syrup? "Looks like you're my roommate. How was your day?"

M74

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

For once, Armand had a lot on his mind. He was still a bit angry at the world, but talking to his friends and having a plan helped him immensely. Ideas zinged around in his head, almost too fast to note down. So despite his irritation, he was actually smiling to himself as he ate.

And the food was actually food. He picked at the chicken cheerfully with the fingers of one hand, ate the asparagus the same way, and mostly ignored the potato. With the other hand he wrote in his notebook, trying to come up with ideas on how to present the service he had in mind. No, that wasn't tonight, but he wanted something to work from when he spoke to the new Cooking Club leader in the morning.

M9

[tony-castaway.livejournal.com]

The day hadn't been that exciting. Days weren't. Nights weren't really either, but tonight, he had some idea what he wanted to do. Tony just didn't know how to break it to Kvothe. He should have told him earlier. He really, really should've, but he didn't, so he had to do it during dinner.

He started his dinner, dessert first, and gathered a few things together for the night. He didn't have much.

Re: M9

[sir-savien.livejournal.com]

Kvothe was a little more cheerful when he got back to the room, most of the day had been tedious and he hadn't been thrilled about the communal showers, but at least part of the day had been productive and he even had plans for over night. "Hi, Tony," he said as he sat at his desk and started on his ice cream.

M99

[tender-cruelty.livejournal.com]

Allelujah was thoughtful when he was led into the room that night. Sousuke had had a point. There had seemed to be a lot in the town, even if it had been small. Surely there would be something there worth raiding which would help. Vehicles for sure, kitchens with knives, maybe a hardware store, although the idea of charging around with a chainsaw was sort of ridiculous.

He took a few bites of his food idly, not really paying attention to what he was eating, more lost in his thoughts.

Re: M99

[not-rly-fai.livejournal.com]

It'd been a surprisingly fun day, for all its ups and downs. He felt somewhat guilty for letting himself get carried away, but after the last few serious days, he really needed it. Part of him had to wonder if Aaron... Ashura had actually requested he meet with a doctor to see about getting discharged from this place. He felt bad about that part too, but it was something he needed to deal with, no matter what.

"Allie, hello!" he greeted his roommate as he sat down on his bed, finding that he was actually pretty hungry today. The food smelled really good too, which helped.

M60

[host-club-honey.livejournal.com]

Honey was growing ever more convinced that this stuff with Soubi was just because there'd been a misunderstanding. Arts and Crafts had been fun and Soubi was good company as far as he was concerned. Takashi would understand too, he just hoped the twins hadn't riled him with their message board posts.

Though the regular food smelled alright, Honey was much more interested in the dessert. Unfortunately, it was just simple vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup. It was disappointing, but he ate that first anyway before starting in on the healthy food.

Re: M60

[tsunagari.livejournal.com]

Sai smiled at Honey as he entered, hair still a bit damp. Without any prompting, he took his dessert off his tray and handed it over to the boy. The meal looked more favorable than lunch had by a long shot.

"How has your day been, Honey-kun?" the ninja decided to attempt pleasant conversation after the rather awkward ones he'd had the rest of the day. If nothing else, the boy was a friendly and optimistic person.

M101

[longlivetheking]

Scar was surprised to discover the usually occupied bed on the other side of the room to be, well, unoccupied. Either his nameless roommate had finally decided to get out of bed, or he was one of the aforementioned patients that had been - as the head doctor had so kindly put it - 'recovered'.

Either way, it wasn't any of his concern.

He seated himself (a little awkwardly) on his chair and began munching on his dinner, trying to think of a productive way to spend the night.

Re: M101

[hailmegatron.livejournal.com]

But not unoccupied for long; Lugnut had been led away from his oddly civil conversation with the Maximal, told it was time to eat, and deposited in his room.

As he had at both breakfast and lunch, he glanced at the food provided and decided to avoid it-- perhaps when they served proper fuel, energon or oil, he would refuel; until then, it was only an option if Blitzwing literally forced him, if he was weakened enough to be forced.

He skirted the desk and its food and sat on his bed, silently, not saying a word to the human eating its meal on the other side of the room.

M93

[fourtharcana.livejournal.com]

Talking with Sanosuke had definitely put Akihiko in a better mood. He honestly liked the guy, and was looking forward to sparring with him sometime. That good mood lingered as his nurse led him down the hall. He took careful mental notes about the pathway, and particularly, the room number. M93? That was good, because it meant he wasn't too far from where Ken was. Akihiko wanted to keep an eye on the boy for the next few days.

Once he was inside, he waited for a minute before settling on one of the beds. He wasn't used to having a roommate he didn't know - as a kid, he and Shinji had been roommates in the orphanage, and once he'd moved to the S.E.E.S. dorm, everyone got private rooms there. Well, first time for everything, he supposed, as he began tucking into dinner.

Re: M93

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

Heiji wasn't used to having roommates either. After all, he'd been without one for the past three days. And it hadn't occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, Landel had shuffled around some roommates.

This didn't occur to him in the slightest, especially when he decided to kick his door open.

"GOOOOD evening empty room. Didja miss--?"

Ohshit. There was someone on the other bed.

"HARLEY!" his nurse screeched behind him. "This is not a barn, never do that again! Look," she indicated the random guy on the other bed. "You scared Andrew half to death!" She left his food on his desk and stalked out of the room in a huff.

"Jeez," Heiji shoved his hands into his pockets, watching her go. "You'd think I'd kicked it off th'hinges."

M19

[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

It'd been a while since Gin had seen his roommate, but he couldn't say he was worried. Gin took the time to play out his evening, since he obviously wouldn't be attending the memorial for Abarai Renji. It was possible that Momo and Izuru might, but with their earlier conversation, he had reason enough to believe that they'd be just as likely to come hunt him down tonight instead.

Not to mention the possibility of a doctor's visit tomorrow. Gin wanted to be well-prepared for that. A trip to the upstairs kitchen or one of the storage closets might be in order. The more small, sharp object he had on hand, the better.

M15

[forgot-my-life.livejournal.com]

Takaya hadn't really enjoyed his day, but then when did he ever? Hair still damp, he ignored his food in favor of throwing himself down on his bed and closing his eyes.

He couldn't afford to fall into depression again. Kagetora was being too quiet and he might take control at the first time of weakness. He wondered absently how Freyjador was... Probably okay.

Re: M15

[dawn-rune.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, Frey wasn't doing very well at all. But that was fine, he wasn't going to let Takaya see his weakness. Or at least, he was going to try not to, but hiding his feelings had always been something Frey had trouble with. At the engagement party, during the war, he'd always bothered the people around him with his worries and his anger, even when he tried not to. But that eas no excuse to stop trying!

Frey made his best attempt at a smile, and greeted Takaya. "Good evening, Takaya."

M7

[mitase.livejournal.com]

The day had started out rather poorly, but improved quite a bit as it went on. But then as Hanatarou returned to his room he suddenly remembered just what was going to happen after dinner, and found his mood suddenly plummet once more.

Tonight was Renji's memorial service and he couldn't not go, even if he still felt a little guilty about not being there to help the night before. Everyone had told him it wasn't his fault (even Hitsugaya-taichou!) and he was kind of used to being a failure by now. But he still wished there was something he could have done.

Hanatarou dropped into his chair and regarded his dinner without too much interest, then finally went for the ice cream first. Maybe dessert would cheer him up a little.

[lighthearted]

As Sora was led back to his room, his head was buzzing from his conversation with Mello. Even though he knew he wasn't the type of person who could puzzle through things very well, he was still curious about what would come of the information he'd given the older man. He wished there was more he could do to help in that respect, but he was more of the go-out-and-fight type.

It was only once he was in his room again and faced with Hanatarou that his thoughts went back to Renji. His roommate had posted on the bulletin about attending the funeral, hadn't he? Sora's expression dropped somewhat as he nodded a greeting to the other boy and then he moved to his desk, eyeing the food and realizing that he wasn't very hungry.

He sat down slowly, glancing over to Hanatarou as he let out a sigh. "Were you two close?" He didn't think he needed to explain what he was talking about.

M85

[roger-hug.livejournal.com]

Bridget smiled and thanked his nurse for cutting up his food for him before he sat down. Roger was sitting on the desk, looking smart in his new vest. He couldn't help but feel almost ... giddy. Kagura had made that. She'd thought of Roger (which meant she'd thought of him too, right?) and made that with her hands.

He tried to focus on his food, but he gaze still occasionally went to the vert with it's plastic buttons.

Re: M85

[rectifies.livejournal.com]

Today was a... Maybe it was best to leave the sentence at that. Right now, he had to figure out how to transport a pillowcase full of food to Adelheid's room and make it to F35 without issues. It wouldn't be easy to do without suspicion, especially since Yukari was also supposedly picking up her bow there tonight.

Good thing there was no way she could know that the virgin topic involved her. Alita wouldn't betray him, not when she expected payment.

He quickly made his way to M85. To his surprise, there sat Bridget, eating his dinner. They hadn't spoken in some time, had they? "Uh, hello," Ken greeted.

M17

[its-the-mileage.livejournal.com]

Well, that voice had answered two questions with one proverbial stone, Indy realized. The man he'd heard speaking must be the one that boy had mentioned, and the device which allowed them to hear him seemed like a good candidate for an "intercom." Now that he thought about it, it didn't seem so different from intercommunications machines like the Dictograph that could relay sound from one location to be broadcast elsewhere--it was just the scale and the quality that surprised him. Judging from the quick glances he got as he was shepherded briskly through the hall, there might be dozens of other rooms like this here. The place was a warren.

Where had they gotten the money for a communications system like that? It might make sense in a big company, but Indy realized he had never even heard of Landel's Institute. Was he even still in New York?

Something was wrong here, and it wasn't just whatever was going bump in the night.

Hell, worry about it after dinner, he decided. Whatever other complaints the kid had had about this place, the food couldn't have been on the list. Indy downed the chicken with gusto and started to look around the room for something he could use as a weapon. Night was falling. Enough time after dinner to let things quiet down in the Institute, and then he'd be off to meet the Boogeyman.

Re: M17

[oldest-man.livejournal.com]

Methos wasn't really all that surprised to find the room he was shepherded into occupied. Even had the announcement over the intercom not explicitly mentioned roommates, there had been furnishings for two in the room in which he'd awakened. Not the same one, he thought, which seemed a little peculiar, though it was neither the only detail that stood out, nor the most glaring. He wondered briefly just how large the Institute was; he was beginning to see now why the inmates had taken to drafting up maps. Once the lights went out, navigation would become a nightmare.

He bid the nurse a polite good evening, waiting for the door to click shut in her wake before turning a speculative gaze on his roommate. Not, thank any deity that might be listening, one of the frighteningly large number of teenagers that seemed to populate the place. Adults, he at least knew how to deal with.

"I hope I'm not intruding," he began mildly. No need to start off on the wrong foot, if they were going to be dealing with one another for a while.

M69

[tyki-pon.livejournal.com]

Tyki was glad he was allowed to wash his hands before being escorted back to his room. Food was great, but not with crayon stains all over it.

The Noah sat down on his desk and began eating his dinner. Only a little while before he could smoke...

M38

[paper-murdock.livejournal.com]

"Alright Mr. Murdock. Chicken is at two, your asparagus and potatos are at four and eight." Matt knew he shouldn't throw the food at the nurse, she was only trying to help, but ... it was tempting. "Your ice cream is to your left and the water you wanted is to your right. Do you need anything sweetie? Your roommate should be along shortly."

Yes Matt thought. I want you to go somewhere and die. He shook his head and was finally left alone. Standing up, he ignored his food in favor of exploring the desk it sat on and the room beyond it.

F35

[demon-beast.livejournal.com]

Food was foremost on Argilla's mind when she was escorted back to her room by the nurse, who seemed pleased that she was so eager to be getting back for dinner, commenting that she'd be wasting away to nothing. Argilla sort of wanted to tell her to hurry up and change into her nightshift form already and then Argilla could really enjoy a good meal. She wasn't interested in chicken with plants and she was a little worried about how she was going to make her hunger work with a new roommate. Nami had been good enough to understand, but she doubted most people would be so understanding.

She didn't even bother with the chicken; meat would just stimulate her tastebuds too much, but the ice cream she took, going to sit on her bed and eating that.

Re: F35

[marin-karin.livejournal.com]

After sticking a note up on the bulletin on toward the end of the previous shift, Mitsuru thought herself mostly ready for the upcoming discussions. She wasn't sure just what the other thing Akihiko wanted to talk to her about was. She was going to discuss the bulletin fiasco with Amada tomorrow morning, but he'd said it was something far more serious than that. Did that mean that it was about Amada, as well? Had something happened before they'd arrived?

For the moment, there was no use speculating about it. The nurse led Mitsuru back to her room, and upon entering, she saw a woman a few years older than herself sitting on one of the beds. A woman with...pink hair. Odd.

"I take it you're my roommate?" she asked, heading over to her desk and pulling out her journal. Once she put up the maps she'd taken, then she could begin eating.

M11

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The day had been rather uneventful, all things considered, and Yukito had to be grateful for that, after the last few. It meant that he could face dinner with something resembling an appetite, though the portions were, as usual, never big enough for him. Maybe it would be fine for someone who didn't have a metabolism like his, but he was kind of eating for two.

Though that reminded him. We really do need to talk, Yue-san, he said silently, even as he was careful to eat slowly to make it seem like he had more food. I don't think this is going to go away.

He could tell that his other self had heard, but there was no response. Yukito sighed quietly and took another bite of the chicken. He'd just have to keep trying, he supposed.

Re: M11

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Ken thought carefully about what he and Artemis had talked about in the Sun Room on the way back. How they were going to get upstairs was beyond him. Any access points within the building were out of reach, and he highly doubted they'd be able to scale the outside.

Damn. So close, yet so fucking far away.

"Hey Yukito," Ken greeted as he walked in. He neatly split his serving of chicken and vegetables and got up to wordlessly scoop half of it onto his roommate's plate before returning to his own seat.