Day 38: Breakfast

[deadlyjuliet.livejournal.com]

What a singularly delightful evening he'd had. It was dampened, of course, by two things, but those were small things and he supposed he could overlook them for now. First was that his powers had still not returned. If he truly were on punishment as he thought, though, he couldn't very well expect those to come back. Second was that the little brat had gotten away and was likely gearing up to blow his cover. That was something a little more concerning, but he had a story he could use to sweep all that under the rug. Still, he'd gotten a beautiful box of scalpels out of the deal and even with the annoying pain of his skin being irritated by the drops of acid, he wasn't any worse for wear.

And just as he thought that, Grell woke up in his bed, disorientated as he had been the previous night, still cluthing the box of blades, but no longer in his own clothes. The indecency of it all! Honestly! To strip a lady when she was unconscious was just unheard of! Stupid future and its stupid lack of any sort of propriety. At least it seemed someone might be dead according to the last announcement. That brightened his day a bit.

Getting out of bed before Mr. Grumpyface did, he hid the box of scalpels in his desk and sighed. His old glasses were gone, replaced with the ruddy circular pair and his clothes had been all but ruined the night before. He doubted he could do much for them either, since he'd been the one to rip the sleeve off. Such a shame, but it had kept him from getting permanent scars on his arms.

It wasn't long before the nurse came and Grell once again put on his lovely little play for her. Confused, bumbling and asking for a hair tie, he was perplexed by the little round elastic thing he received in return, but used it anyway to put his hair back. Led into the cafeteria, Grell realized he was the first one and took a bit of breakfast before finding a seat.

[free]

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[mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com]

[one ninja for breakfast?]

Sheena woke up groggy, caught between wishing she'd had one of those spiders attack her and wishing she'd not asked Armand that embarrassing question. The ninja checked real quick to see if her yayoi was in the closet and she sighed in relief to find it there again. At least the evil ranch understood a woman's need to have real support and comfortable clothes.

...though she didn't understand why some had their clothes and some didn't.

Ushered into the cafeteria, Sheena gathered a tray and looked around. She didn't see anyone she recognized, but decided to sit down by a woman with long red hair. It wasn't so much that she wanted to meet someone new, but more the hair made her think of Zelos.

Oh yeah, Sheena, go ahead and torture yourself like the Idiot Chosen actually meant something to you.

"Morning," she said.

[deadlyjuliet.livejournal.com]

It was easy to watch who was coming and going when he was the first one in the room. Which meant that when a young woman started making her way toward him, Grell tried his hardest to look like he hadn't noticed her. Not that it was very hard so long as he kept his eyes trained on the plate in front of him and the food on it. What was up with the food anyway? Pigs in a blanket? Really now.

Jumping a little when he was finally addressed, Grell peered over at Sheena like he'd just noticed her coming up. "O-oh, um, g-good morning," he replied, smiling faintly, if it a bit nervously.

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

Depth Charge awoke to a flood of bewilderment, pain and, above all, frustration. So that was how they played things around here. It was difficult enough getting things done in this smelting place without being cut off in the middle of doing them!

The bruises on his back protested with a steady throb as he eased himself upright in the bed, reminding him of the injuries he’d sustained that night. Warily, he lifted the blanket from his legs and inspected the damage- in the stark light of morning his legs looked infuriatingly pale and thin, streaked with dark, thick scarlet where the blood from his wounds had clotted thickly against his skin. And they still stung like the Pit. Distracted by this grizzly new sight, he found himself wondering how Lugnut was holding up. After all, the ‘con had been hurt a slag of a lot more than he had.

Not that he let himself ponder for long. With the night’s distinct lack of progress weighing heavily on his shoulders, he swiftly set about stashing the wooden bat lying next to him under the mattress and getting a head start on today’s plan- luring X out from under whatever rock he was hiding. He had just finished setting the bait when the nurse came to collect him for breakfast. Still, she didn’t give him any trouble- aside from insisting he change his pants, that is, seeing as they’d been pretty much obliterated below the knee. Depth Charge obeyed mechanically. He had better things to waste his energy arguing over.

Entering the cafeteria for the second time, Depth Charge made for the food with a surprising new vigour. His refusal to eat yesterday had left him feeling unbearably weak- not ideal, if he was going to face X again. He took a seat near the back, giving him as good a view of the rest of the room as possible. Keep your optics focused, Depth Charge. He could be anywhere.

[rubbermancan.livejournal.com]

Luffy always found the announcements more irritating than unnerving. It always meant the end of a mealtime, or the end of a nightshift, or the Head Doctor generally being a bastard. Sometimes he wondered if he could find a secret path to the guy if he yanked out one of the announcement box thingies. Or the woman who was talking to them lately, whoever the hell she was. That'd be pretty awesome, either way. Although getting to Landel would have been even better.

He'd have to work on that tearing that out.

But for now it was another day of waking up in bed like he hadn't been up two seconds ago. He and Brock had never found that friend of his. A frown tugged the pirate's normally bright and cheery face as his Cat Lady got him up and escorted him to the cafeteria. It might have been enough to curb the appetite of someone else, but Luffy didn't waste any time in getting to his usual morning ritual of piling on as much food as the Cat Ladies would allow. Still, as he moved through the line, his eyebrows were furrowed a little more than normal.

There weren't many people around yet, or else Luffy would have immediately sat next to one of his nakama. Maybe he needed to post a message for them. (It didn't really occur to him that he ought to check it more often than however many times he wrote stuff, which wasn't all that often.) For now, though, there was some guy with red hair and a girl sitting together. And then someone tall with blue hair caught his attention. Figuring the chair across from him was as good as any place to sit, Luffy plopped his tray onto the table and sat down.

"Yo," he said simply. "Who're you?" With the way he'd worded it, it would have almost sounded like he was the one who'd been sitting there first, but Luffy never really bothered about details like that.

[shallweplay.livejournal.com]

And just like that, the suitable and gorgeously bloody weapon (Arlene's blood, even) that had taken Ophelia all night to finally acquire was gone. In its place was the white ceiling from the morning before and the feeling of cool, clean sheets beneath her palms. The Claymore lay in the bed for a few moments, not willing to believe that she had suddenly been snapped back into that horrible little room. When she realized that one overhead announcement had definitely lead into another and the feeling of lying on a bed suddenly was too real to be imagined, however, Ophelia let out a screech of frustration.

"No! I had it! I had something I could actually use in this god damn place! You bastards can't take it away from me!" she yelled, not caring that she would probably wake GLaDOS.

It wasn't long before the two surprisingly strong nurses were there to collect her for breakfast, and when she violently protested going with them, the two ended up giving her a small pinprick with a strange needle rather than deal with her outbursts so early in the morning. Despite her desire to rip the two women apart and demand to know where they had taken the sword she had found, that pinprick was starting to do something to her body that made it hard to continue that path of action. Her actions became a little more sluggish, and a mild wave of drowsiness spread through her mind.

After a few more minutes, the nurses felt confident enough to take Ophelia back to the cafeteria with them. She drifted with them through the hall much as she had the previous day, only this time her daze was chemically-induced rather than due to shock. The woman helped her to pick out some items for breakfast, and took her to a nearby table to sit her down.

By the time they had moved away to keep an eye on her from a distance, Ophelia had legitimately calmed down somewhat. She would find another weapon, and next time she would make certain that the forces of Martin Landel did not knock her out and steal it away again. Obviously Arlene had found a sword and kept it, and so had many others if Itachi's claims about the clubs were true. She knew that it wouldn't take that much effort to find something usable once she was more used to her new body. How could she expect any less of herself, the organization's Number Four?

"How indeed?" she grumbled, remembering the fights with both the glowing monster and the man with the swords the previous night. Both would have defeated her more soundly than the stranger in the woods had if Arlene had not been there to cover her. She cursed Martin Landel under her breath yet again for robbing her of her rightful strength as she poked at her food, wondering if she ought to join up with Arlene's group again the next night or not. There was obviously something in the basement that Landel didn't want them getting at, and she intended to find out what it was and how she could use it against him. "Must be something really powerful," she mused aloud quietly.

[mind-the-sukima.livejournal.com]

And then, suddenly she was awake.

One moment she was squabbling with that pint-sized evil mage, the next she was lying in her bed. The gap in between was missing, and it mildly irritated Yukari that she couldn't command it to return, to fill in the blanks.

Oh, well. If that was how this was going to be played, that's how she'd have to play until she found a way to cheat the system, of course.

Yawning, Yukari was about to roll over and go back to sleep when her nurse - no, wait, a nurse; this was a different one from the one that had escorted her around yesterday - came in, telling her to, of all things, rise and shine.

There were many things Yukari did. Rising and shining, particularly in combination, were not on the list.

In a daze, neither chemical nor shock-induced, Yukari was led unresistingly - mostly - to the cafeteria. Wordlessly receiving the plate of pigs, blankets and other food items, Yukari's only word of thanks was a rather large yawn before her nurse steered the sleepwalking woman over to a table, seating her across from a pale blonde who looked fairly upset.

Yukari didn't notice, as she was too busy eying her food and swaying unsteadily. Eyes unfocused, they began to close as she started to lean further and dangerously further forwards, lacking the willpower to stay upright...

[full-score.livejournal.com]

As usual, dayshift had a way of sneaking up him. The good thing was that last night had been incredibly productive! Guy getting his arm healed, a sword, Leon getting to see this new alchemy for himself, stuff to repay the clinic and Ed with, not to mention getting to see other parts of the building...really, he couldn't have asked for anything better. Aside from getting out, anyway. Still, the three of them made a pretty awesome team!

There were still some things Claude had questions about, of course. At that particular moment, though, it was the issue of Landel's absence. It wasn't until after he'd put away his things and his nurse had come to bring him to the cafeteria that he got a chance to ask anyone about it, though.

She'd told him something vague and unhelpful about how he'd had something come up, and that he'd be back as soon as he could. Really, Claude wasn't sure what he'd expected. It wasn't like she had any reason to tell him, but it was still grating to always be kept in the dark like this.

Not for the first time, nor for the last, he wondered where Ashton was. With that on his mind, it was hard to pay attention to what he was putting on his tray, but he wasn't terribly picky. And anyway, things like food and sitting down to eat seemed so damn trivial when he thought about where his friend could have been...

Man, he'd woken up in such a great mood, too. What the hell...he needed to just focus on what he could do right then, didn't he? And, at the moment, all he could do was sit down and eat his breakfast. It wasn't like he got more of a right to mope than anyone else. Plenty of people here had lost friends. Guy had probably lost Luke, if the fact his friend just never brought the redhead up anymore was anything to go by. And from what Claude could tell, he'd largely suffered through it in silence. He kind of felt like an idiot for not realizing it sooner, but...

Sitting up a little straighter in his seat, Claude took a bite of his sausage, chewing thoughtfully, but still trying to look relaxed and approachable. He didn't want to add to the doom and gloom in this place if he could help it.

[Free!]

[tender-cruelty.livejournal.com]

Another wasted night spent with those two bickering. Allelujah sighed as he entered the cafeteria, rubbing a hand over his visible eye tiredly. Even he was going to have to sleep soon he expected. Maybe a nap during dinner perhaps. And tonight he'd just have to try slipping off on his own, quickly before Joshua arrived (and how was he always waiting anyway?).

He filled a plate with a selection of food and headed over to a free seat, smiling awkwardly at the boy who was already sitting at that table. At this point, he'd much rarther choose who he sat next to, rather than having someone choose him.

"Ah, do you mind if I sit here?"

[remedying.livejournal.com]

[this space reserved.]

It was like most mornings: the intercom clicked to life, and the day began. Tiredly and reluctantly, the girl began to stir awake as the routine went, feeling oddly... sore. Her arm ached, as did her shoulders, and for some long moments Yukari couldn't recall why they would-- what happened last night?

Last night... last night... With half opened eyes, she stared forward at nothing in particular, curled up under the covers and sunk into the pillow as if it were a Sunday morning and she had nothing planned for the day; her mind felt hazy while she desperately tried to recall what happened.

Her hand moved, and there it was-- a small sheet of paper that normally wasn't by a pillow most days. Curiously, absentmindedly, Yukari flipped it over between two fingers, sleepy eyes falling upon the words. It was a... note from Renamon? She was pretty sure that she hadn't seen her since...

In an impressively small amount of time, Yukari suddenly felt herself jolt awake, throwing herself upright with the tiny piece of paper in between her hands. One could think with the way she was staring down at it, something terrible had been written on it. But no, if anything the words were of the comforting sort; it was instantly realizing why the note was written.

The hall upstairs, Falis, Renamon... She had her bow, her Evoker, her Persona, all regained back like she had always wanted. However, it was for all the wrong reasons, and she had also been pitted against them, turning against... everything. Yukari knew she wasn't the only one this had happened to, yet in the end it was hardly any comfort at all knowing it happened to her.

Eventually, she was able to unfreeze, crumpling the paper in her hands. That was about all she could do, aside from looking truly miserable, even when soon after a nurse barged in the room like they always did with their absolutely horrible timing. Yukari didn't want to go-- she didn't want to face the day knowing what happened and what she did, nor did she want to face everyone who witnessed. ... And Renamon said she was going to go find her anyway, even with the big hole Yukari managed to dig herself into, and apparently the nurse was going to see to it that Yukari had to go through with the day as planned.

There was very little on her tray this morning. There was no way Yukari could bring herself to even begin to think about eating. Instead, she more or less continued to stare blankly at it, occasionally prodding her fork at it to pretend she was. The staff wouldn't leave her alone if she didn't do that much.

Great... After what happened, Yukari knew this wasn't going to be an easy conversation. Far from it.

[diamondstorm]

As for Renamon, she would have prefered to actually know what happened to her combative companions. Her night had been extremely eventful. Two rescues, two large scale fights, and more errands that she had thought. She had accomplished what she had set out to do at least, even if there were other things learned within.

When she awoke this time, she found her arm tightly bandaged from where she had taken Yukari's wound, and wraps around her chest as well. Renamon grimaced. It looked like her first instinct was correct--she had a few rib fractures. That would slow down her speed tonight.

She didn't stop at the Bulletin Board for once, heading straight to the cafeteria to search out the girl that she had went up against last night. Her nurse mentioned something about food, but backed off at the glare Renamon sent her way. Bypassing the line, Renamon found what she sought, and sat down across from her.

"Hello."

[tyki-pon.livejournal.com]

So he fell asleep?

The unfortunate woman that was his nurse almost resorted to dragging her charge out of bed to get something to eat, and it wasn't before getting a lecture until Tyki Mikk finally entered the cafeteria to get his breakfast and find a seat.

He yawned before taking a bite from his breakfast, still somewhat groggy. He craved for a smoke and realized he had blown an opportunity to make use of the cigarettes he had. Not to mention he had spent the night in the most boring way possible, though he guessed it was a nice change to sleep properly for once instead of having a certain 'family' member wake him way before morning because she happened to be bored.

Tyki figured he'd just have to compensate for both his lack of excitement and his lack of nicotine tonight. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to that.

[Allen!]

[broken-exorcist.livejournal.com]

Last night had been one mess after another and they were no closer to any goals. Rinali was gone and worse, another of their allies had been killed, at least from the sound of things. The mood was depressing, to say the least.

All the same, Allen piled his tray high with breakfast as he always did. The only face that caught his eye was that strange hobo from his world. He'd said before hadn't he, that his name was Tyki? Any other time he wouldn't have thought they were the same person; they were just so different, but anything did seem possible here.

He set his tray down a few seats away, not quite sure if he should get close, and started in on his breakfast.

[longlivetheking]

The last thing Scar remembered before waking up was dinner, which led to the conclusion that he had somehow slept through the whole night. Naturally without accomplishing anything aside from maybe catching up with his lack of sleep.

Which was, of course, a lovely way to start the day.

As it was the routine every morning, he acquired his breakfast and quickly found an empty seat (humans and their irritating furniture). Also quite the routine every morning; he once again wondered how he was supposed to eat his meal.

It seemed the whole situation was becoming rather repetitive. Day after day passed without a single step closer to solving the problem that was Landels, and it was slowly getting on his nerves. Scar munched on his breakfast, likely making a show of how he attempted to eat it.

He would have to be patient, however, merely buying his time. An opportunity would present itself sooner or later. Thanks to his own sharp wits, he'd be ahead of these disrespectful monkeys (their dear head doctor included) before long. They'd learn what he was capable of. It was why he had deserved to be king, and it was why he would make Martin Landel pay dearly for putting him through this before finally returning back home to his rightful throne.

It was only a matter of time.

[Reserved for Brainy]

[emotionl4arobot.livejournal.com]

Brainiac 5 opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, taking a moment to recall exactly what had happened to him the night before and try to remember if there had been any warning before he lost consciousness. No, he had simply been with Clark and Kvothe in the clinic, about to ask Clark something, then he'd awoken here.

He swung himself out of the bed, noting that his bloodied clothing had been replaced in the night as had the makeshift bandages. Their absence also reminded him of Kvothe; he would have to try and check on the other boy's condition, as well as offer something in order to try and balance the debt he now owed him. While apparently neither Clark nor Kvothe had known that placing his semi-conscious form in the indentation at the Chapel would transfer his injuries to someone else, that didn't mean that he didn't owe Kvothe quite a lot. Had they tried to take him to the clinic initially... he most likely would not have survived the trip.

He barely paid the nurse any attention as she came to collect him, merely nodding as she persisted in calling him 'Michael' and following her towards the cafeteria. In the Sun Room Brainiac 5 paused, intending to leave a note for Kvothe, but instead he found the one from Grell.

Grell who had tried (and almost succeeded) to kill him. Grell who had played with him like a cat with a mouse. Grell who had threatened him and was now trying to pretend that he hadn't been there at all. Anger pulsed through him and Brainiac 5 quickly responded, doing his best to warn Grell that he wasn't going to be easily fooled by him again, that now Brainiac 5 would make everyone see how dangerous Grell really was, before the nurse came and led him away.

"Why don't you talk with Jeremy here?" she suggested cheerfully, steering the Coluan boy to sit beside an older man and handing him a tray containing a plate of high calorie food - not what he would have chosen - then leaving. At least she had thought to place a selection of fruit on the side, he noticed and helped himself to that while pointedly ignoring the rest of the food and his companion.

He had more important things to focus on.

[kindalikedit]

[Unknowingly waiting for Harry Osborn]

Dean didn't think he'd lost enough blood to go blacking out.

Obviously he thought wrong: next thing he knew, he was waking up in the bed, his body sore and unable to see clearly out of one eye. Reaching up, Dean gingerly tested the bandages wrapped around his forehead: they weren't a rush job, he realized, finding that they wasn't too tight or too loose and why had they even bothered? For a place that seemed pretty determined on tryin' to get his ass beat or killed, it was surprisingly squeamish about finishing the damn job. Twice now he'd been unconscious. It would've been easy to kill him; he liked to think he was badass but honestly, if you wanted to go killing a guy, it couldn't get any easier then when he was out-cold.

Now Dean was pretty damn confused.

Hitching up his shirt, he looked down. More bandages crisscrossed his chest and stomach, with even more wrapped around his arms. Was that how it was gonna be? Jack his sorry ass from the Impala and Sam and do...what, exactly? He might've been ready for supernatural torture, if only because there was a pattern or somethin' - getting slashed up by some ghost and then getting bandaged in the morning was weird without questions or demands, even for him. Why bother kept circling in his head as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and got to his feet, suppressing a wince as he pulled at something. He hurried over to the closet to hide the knife, as he was sure waving a big-ass bowie around was sure to go over well with Hello Nurse. His clothes - his real clothes, not the clown suits they made everyone wear around this joint - were hanging up just as they had last night. Dean stashed the bowie underneath his folded jeans.

That was the shit part about having a roomie he didn't know. With Sammy, he was perfectly comfortable with sleeping with a knife under the pillow 'cause he knew Sam had his Beretta within arm's reach. Hell, he could just leave his weapons lying all over wherever they happened to be holed up - or squatting, if they couldn't afford a motel - and the only thing he'd have to worry about was Sam moving his crap 'cause he was a neat-freak like that. Dean couldn't say he'd miss having a stranger as a roommate, once he got out of here. It'd be nice to have his stuff out in the open instead of having to hide it all the time.

Hello Nurse came to get him shortly after that. A different orderly was with her, and Lurch 2 was just as content to follow the nurse and keep an eye on him as his pal earlier had. No way he could realistically book it out of here with Lurch 2 breathing down his shoulder. Dean was two seconds away from asking what their explanation was for his new bandages ("no sling today, huh?") but instead shrugged and let himself get herded back to the cafeteria. Seemed a bit unreal, retracing his steps...only there weren't any monster corpses lying around, no dead girl, and no bloody trail on the floor. Dean raised an eyebrow at that one. Blood was a bitch, but you'd never be able to tell from their clean-up job.

[kindalikedit]

Dean found himself seated at one of the empty tables, chin cupped in one hand, waiting for Hello Nurse to come back with his tray of food; she'd insisted on getting it for him so he could "take it easy", as if he was about to keel over. Dean absently checked her out, eyes on her ass as she bent over to get something to put on the tray. As asses went, hers wasn't all that bad. Dean scanned the room for Sam, mouth turned down in a frown as he searched for him. No sign of him; his giant of a brother would be hard to miss when he was towering over everyone else. Something in him went a little bit more still, all his questions and fears starting to bubble up in the back of his mind.

Dean squashed them down. He couldn't afford another meltdown.

By the time Hello Nurse came back with his food, Dean was ready for her. He flashed her a big smirk, a "thanks, babe," and a wink, as if she was the only chick in the world for him and all those ones before? Didn't matter, nope. Hello Nurse didn't thaw out all the way but he caught that twitch of her mouth that said she wasn't as much a cold bitch as she tried to act like. With luck, he'd be able to get some quality time with her and get her to spill some things about this place while he kept her busy.

...Of course, it'd help if he wasn't banged to hell (again).

[demon-beast.livejournal.com]

The nurse who came to collect Argilla that morning was very lucky that she hadn't tried to touch the demon. Perhaps she had self-preservation instincts after all, or maybe she just noticed the way that the demon's eyes were fixed on her throat and the way that she licked her lips.

Today was going to be a bad bad day.

Curse Heat for attacking that boy, and curse him for not killing him when he had the chance. She was hungry. Tonight though, tonight she was going outside even if the others didn't come.

She growled at the nurse when the woman filled her plate with useless food and sat in a chair as far away from everyone else as she could. The food looked even less appetising now that she was so hungry. The meat should have been bloody and red, warm from having been living only a few scant minutes ago, not brown and long dead.

[For Falis]

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

It seemed the pink-haired one wasn't alone in her mood. Falis was still angry when she woke, noting the bandage on her left upper arm, just peaking out from the end of her short sleeve, where Yukari's arrow had pierced her. It throbbed, but the pain was bearable. She was pissed about the magical moron squad and... Namine.

Namine was gone. She hadn't been in her room the previous night and it looked like it had when Usagi had been 'discharged'. A question aimed at her vulture confirmed it, so Falis didn't pay much attention when she put food on her plate, ending up with several of these pigs-in-a-blanket and a bowl of chocolate cereal.

She looked around for a place to sit and her eyes fell on the woman she'd seen the other night boldly going into the Sun Room where the demons were, completely disregarding that a couple chewed on kids and a bloody bounty hunter had come out of there immediately before. Either the woman was a fucking moron or she knew something.

Setting her tray down, Falis fixed the woman with a direct look. "Oi! Do you always go into rooms you know something big and nasty is in cause some people came out of it half-eaten and bleeding to death? I know you saw us, so what the fuck was going through your mind? Got a death wish or something? Demons ain't something to fuck with, you know."

[31st-of-china.livejournal.com]

Sanzo sat down with a tiny wince, and regarded the tray before him warily. He was actually pretty damn hungry for once, but at the same time, he wasn't sure how much he could eat without being sick. Physically, he was starting to feel a little better... but mentally, he couldn't feel more drained. The last day and night had been a gigantic clusterfuck in themselves, spaced within a few hours.

At least something had come from last night, even if Sanzo hadn't gone too far. For one, Landel hadn't fucked Goku over. The kid was alright.

...But there was still the matter of keeping him out of the basement.

The moron hadn't exactly agreed with Sanzo's demands. At least not looked Sanzo in the eyes and promised he wouldn't. If there was something the monkey couldn't do, it was lie to Sanzo's face and do a decent job of it.

Goku hadn't exactly disagreed, but fuck, if it didn't piss him off that Goku tried to wheedle around it. When the hell did he start mouthing off this much? Sanzo honestly didn't remember it happening that often. At least not before. Equally bad was the fact that he couldn't be certain if Goku would listen or not. Sanzo'd set his foot down, but now he wasn't so sure the idiot would obey now. It wasn't like Goku could prevent what had happened that night, because it was too late. It'd happened. Whatever Landel had done, it was too late to stop. He'd died that night in the basement, and he wasn't sure how the hell he was supposed to deal with that on any level.

What could be done was killing Landel's sorry ass, but Sanzo wanted that priviledge. The bastard played dirty, and while Sanzo was willing to risk it to get him, he wasn't willing to have the monkey walk into it again.

The only thing that was certain was that he had the sutra back. It was the one anchor among this bullshit that he could at least turn to. He'd track Landel down, unload a chamber into him (and Homura), and then escape, and continue the mission.

[givemeoblivion.livejournal.com]

The nurse that had arrived to bring Callisto to breakfast that morning had just barely avoided being roughly shoved out of the way as the blonde made her own way out, radiating agitation. This was the second night in a row she'd barely gotten anywhere, and while it was a marked improvement over the night before, she wasn't willing to deal with these roadblocks continuously. She was going to see this new promised area.

By the time she had her breakfast in hand, she'd calmed down a little. Getting angry enough that the staff stuck toxins in her again would only hinder her chances of nightly exploration. Instead, she busied herself with finding a familiar face and sitting down across from it with a smile.

"Good morning," she greeted, far too cheerful sounding for it to be honest. "And how are we doing this morning? Still living, I see."

[lost-metal.livejournal.com]

One of these days, Ed was going to find the Head Doctor and punch him with extreme prejudice. String him up somewhere and leave him for his own monsters to gnaw on for a while. The alchemist was more than a little annoyed at nightshift ending so quickly when he hadn't even made it to Adel's room.

He'd stormed after the nurse when she came to get him and had snatched the plate off her when she offered it. Like he couldn't pick up his own plate. He'd snarled at her when she'd given him a disapproving look for how much food he was packing onto the plate and then went to sit down, tearing into breakfast as though it would be his last.

[prisonerofdeath.livejournal.com]

Last night, Fox had accomplished nothing. He didn't remember leaving his room, but he didn't remember falling asleep either. Of course, he'd been lying down for a while after he'd finished eating, so perhaps he had simply fallen asleep without realizing it.

That did make the most sense, but Fox would not have been surprised to learn that he had gone out last night, and that his memory had been tampered with. That thought was very disturbing, and Fox tried not to dwell on it as he ate breakfast.

There was no sign of Lyta... perhaps she was just out the way that he himself had been for a few days. It felt like desperate hope, but he didn't want to contemplate having lost her as well. Fox took a seat next to Ed, who looked like he was upset about last night as well.

[its-the-mileage.livejournal.com]

Indy woke with a start so sharp he almost fell out of bed. He was startled because he'd woken up. Just a second ago he'd been talking to Pierson, about to head back here, but he couldn't remember actually going. Even if he accepted that he'd forgotten the walk back--which he didn't, since he remembered the rest of the night clearly--he couldn't figure out how the hell changing back into his yellow-face uniform or rebandaging his injuries could have slipped his mind. He'd done a hell of a job on these wrappings, too, certainly more professional than his field-trained hands had ever managed before.

Which evidence, of course, suggested that he hadn't done them himself at all.

That lump in the other bed was probably Pierson. No nurses in the room, but if there weren't now, there probably would be soon. Indy swung his legs off the side of the bed and got up to find his gear piled nearby--radio, pitcher, IV pole and all. He moved them all into the closet for lack of a better option. If that girl was right (a dubious assumption, since she'd obviously been wrong about the staff coming by), nobody would touch them. Well, only one way to find out.

He was glad he'd done so, because just then the same nurse as yesterday entered. "Ready for breakfast, Mr. Lucas?" Her tone of voice implied that he was ready and going whether he liked it or not.

No point in trying anything funny, at least for now. "Ready when you are," the model patient replied genially, and went.

[for Kratos]

[spandexorgtfo.livejournal.com]

Kratos was used to suddenly waking up in bed by now, but he'd never drifted off with something still left to do. He'd been just about to leave for M22 per request when things had faded. It was irritating to leave business dangling like that, but he had said that there was a chance no one would be able to head over, so perhaps there was some leeway there.

The nurse arrived to escort him to the cafeteria, and as usual Kratos tuned her out as they continued down the hallway. He waved blankly in her direction before disappearing into the breakfast line; it was a dismal attempt at being "sociable".

Breakfast in hand, Kratos sat down at one of the tables. He'd forgotten that there had been new patients the other day, but now that he'd taken a look around he could pick out a few faces he'd never seen. Like the man standing nearby.

[requiemforasoul.livejournal.com]

[Free!]

Siegfried wasn’t sure if he liked this morning mealtime or not. On one hand it meant a return to Landel’s complete control. On the other, it meant food and Siegfried was well aware that he had not eaten properly for some time.

Clearly his nurse was also aware of this and when she handed over a tray it was piled full of food. She gave Siegfried a warning look before she left him alone to eat.

[dasgift.livejournal.com]

Morning came, and the former defense attorney awoke in the usual abrupt fashion. Though the chime of the intercom contained a voice one normally could not associate with the Head Doctor, Kristoph paid little mind, choosing instead to search his arms.

The file of Bruno Godfrey rested snugly in between his fingers.

Something akin to relief fluttered within the man's chest, which fluctuated for a moment before dying altogether. Crane, he remembered, and his woman knew something was amiss. Until that was resolved, relief was honestly the last emotion Kristoph should indulge upon. It was good, then, that he had the inklings of a resolution in mind.

Though, one quiet corner of his brain could not help but wonder why majority of his friendships as of late always ended in some gruesome death.

He tucked the file away in the underwear portion of his dresser drawer, in time for his nurse's entrance. In an effort to remain inconspicuous, he "happily" followed her to the cafeteria and there, gave no objections to the choice of food she placed in his tray. There was always the option to forgo the meal once the woman left him be.

She did soon enough. He found himself at the foot of a table, in front of an unoccupied seat. There was a man nearby, whom Kristoph wasted no time in addressing. Foul mood or otherwise, this was not the time to abandon one's manners. "Good morning," he greeted pleasantly. A hand went to the chair. "Is this seat taken?"

[sheisthecause.livejournal.com]

Meche was still listless when she woke up; another good night's sleep clearly hadn't done much for her mood. She weighed the pros (breakfast) and cons (everything else) of getting up--without any strong impetus (like Domino!) driving her and without having seen Manny since their first night, her bed seemed like a perfectly reasonable place to spend the day.

She was resettling herself under the covers when the nurse entered. "Rise and shine, María!" the woman called cheerfully. "No more moping around. The more important part of your treatment is to get out there and socialize with the other patients."

"I just don't have the patience today," Meche snapped back. Weak pun, but she wasn't exactly having a humor-filled week here.

"Nonsense. Come on, let's go," was the unperturbed response.

It was clear that her options were go willingly or go by force, and one of them was a lot less likely to mess up her hair than the other. Besides, she was hungry. Being alive could take a lot out of a girl. "All right," she agreed, perhaps not as graciously as she could have. A bowl of cereal and a plate of fruit abated her hunger but did squat for her mood.

[free!]

[missedfortunes.livejournal.com]

Between yesterday afternoon and this morning, it was a wonder that Kaiji didn't singlehandedly bring about the apocalypse. In the span of a day, he had not only been in a good mood for once thanks to Brook, but he had also been able to sleep relatively calmly at night. Perhaps the most unlikely thing of all was what Kaiji hadn't done, though. Waking up to a practically robotic-sounding woman's voice over the intercom riled him less than hearing a gratingly enthusiastic man's, and as such Kaiji didn't start the day by barking a string of profanities at the ceiling.

For once Kaiji actually had to think if he wanted to find something to whine about. There was the fact that his roommate hadn't shown up at all last night or this morning, but... He'd be back, wouldn't he? If Kaiji was still stuck here, Silabus would have had to have been too. Anything else would have been either unfair or...

"Morning," he mumbled shyly as he set down a plate of what was possibly the least healthy selection of breakfast items he could muster (with the exception of his boring cup of water). The 'good' half of the classic greeting was purposely chopped off: Kaiji was never one to issue formal greetings, for one, and for another, the woman he addressed didn't seem to be in a fitting mood for it.

It was a tiny step up from his usual halfassed one-syllable salutations, at least.

[oldest-man.livejournal.com]

And just like that, Methos found himself jolting awake, with no idea how he'd gone from conversing with Jones in the upper hall to lying abed. It was by far more eerie than the previous morning; this time he'd been on guard for anything seemingly amiss, and still he hadn't registered being knocked out and moved.

He was grateful to see his roommate had already left as he pushed himself to his feet, inspecting hands and arms no longer bandaged. He had just enough time to hide the scant few first aid supplies he'd managed to steal and to throw on a sweater, despite not being chilled, before a nurse arrived to usher him down to breakfast. He responded absently to her pleasantries, and kept the bulk of his attention on the walls as he was herded.

It was a relief to be left to his own devices once he'd picked up a tray of breakfast. There were still few people in the cafeteria, and after a little deliberation, he found himself a seat with a decent view of the door. People-watching was a longstanding habit, and even if it didn't tell him anything concrete, he hoped it would give a better picture of the overall social structure of the place.

[host-club-honey.livejournal.com]

Honey was a little bit disappointed that the phones hadn't worked, but Takashi had a point. They should probably try again during the day, it was just a matter of putting together a plan. And knowing the Host Club, putting together something like that should be as easy as... well... cake.

And speaking of cake, he noticed that there was a distinct lack of it again this morning. With a sigh he picked up some fruit and some of the pigs in blankets, which were actually cute and tasty with syrup. Not cake, but close at least.

That done, he looked around, but it didn't look like there was anyone to sit with yet. One of the twins was near the door, but he was being stubborn and not sitting down or getting food just yet. Looking around, he picked a table at random and sat, smiling up at his tablemate, tray in one hand, large pink stuffed rabbit in the other. When he sat at the table, his head and shoulders barely peeked up over the edge.

"Good morning!" he chirped happily. Maybe this person would actually be nice to talk to.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

[for Phoenix]

Miles had a worried look on his face when he woke that morning. Night had ended abruptly - the last thing he remembered was being out on the recreational field, and being blocked from the activities shed by a large bird attacking another group. He had to wonder if Kunzite was okay - and made a mental note to thank him for the fencing lesson when he got a chance.

There was also the fact he had woken in the standard Landel's uniform, which was a right shame. He had been looking forward to getting to wear normal clothing during the day. He grumbled unhappily about that as he stood and stretched, testing out the range of motion in his shoulder. It wasn't in the sling anymore, which was good, but still hurt if he moved it too much. You can't have everything, I suppose.

He suddenly remembered he needed to be sure he still had the rapier. He didn't see it under the bed, and Edgeworth rushed to the closet. Fortunately, it was still there, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

None of those things - the sudden end of night, the uniform, and the worry over his weapon - were what was truly bothering him, however. He had woken up before his nurse came, with the voice rumbling in his head. That was unusual, and he didn't like it, nor did he like the possibilities of what it could mean. He sighed.

His nurse escorted him to the cafeteria, prattling on as usual. He nodded in all the right places, but was glad to see her leave him be. Miles took some eggs, bacon, toast, fruit, and juice, and then took a seat near one of the windows. He stared into the distance as he thought things over.

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

Phoenix actually hadn't woken all that quickly this morning, which had been a new kind of distressing. There'd been the distant sense of voices on the intercom and an endless, hazy stretch of anxious half-consciousness, all underpinned by the vague but unshakable feeling that someone important was dead. Then at some point seconds or hours later he'd blinked up at his nurse, and the sounds coming out of her mouth finally made sense. It had taken been another bewildering minute or two, as he was being shepherded out of the room and handed an ice pack and reminded to please stop poking at his eye, before he'd remembered what had even hit him in the first place. The pit of his stomach dropped out at the memory, even dark and patchy as it was. It didn't need fine detail; the broad impressions of a knife, the rush into the room, realizing for a horrible split-second that he couldn't possibly dodge the snake-quick blow coming right at his head - those were enough.

He tacked a quick note to the bulletin before stepping into the bathroom long enough to check the damage to his face - a black eye and strip of some kind of tape over the vaguely sore bridge of his nose - and by the time he came back there was already a frantic (or angry, it was hard to tell) question waiting for him that he couldn't give an answer to.

Come on, Hughes. Don't be dead. He scanned the cafeteria as he moved along the serving counter, trying not to let his spirits flag as he failed to catch sight of the man. The room was maybe half-full. There was time yet. Still, he continued to search the incoming crowd as he emerged from the line, vaguely intending to find an empty seat with a good view of the door. If you got murdered and left behind someone who won't forgive me for not stopping it-

[contentincloset.livejournal.com]

The distractions had kept them from the second goal of the night, and that left Kurogane less than enthused when he awoke, worse for wear then the day before and sore for the first time since... he couldn't even remember. His right hand was wrapped tightly and there were smaller bandages all over him to hide the cuts, but his neck was thankfully free of any wrappings. That Hanatarou kid had done a pretty good job last night, it seemed, but Kurogane hadn't thought he'd healed the mark completely, or at least not enough for these bandage-happy nurses to leave it untouched. Feeling the area, it wasn't even sore, and he considered that until the nurse entered.

"I'm not using those things again," he growled, testing his voice more than the nurse's patience for once.

"Oh no need. You've done well enough and you're leg's healed enough now. Just don't do any jumping-jacks for a bit and you'll be well enough to walk in no time!" she laughed, but only slightly, "Now if you could just stop pestering those poor cats you might get to being healed more often."

"Cats?" he tried, but the woman was already shuffling him out the door. He grunted, letting it go, and entered the cafeteria to take his usual seat by the door. Crutches or not, the nurse still wouldn't let him get his own food just yet. He'd probably get stuck with sweet stuff again as a result. Wonderful.

[not-rly-fai.livejournal.com]

Oddly enough, his clothing from the night before was all laid out and nice when he woke up in the morning, but none of the stuff they'd found in the doctor's office was there. It was almost enough to give him hope, but he hated the thought of going to Homura empty handed. Still, there wasn't a lot he could do to change it.

His upper right arm had been stitched and wrapped up tightly and was only a little tender to the touch. The bruises from last night were smaller than before too, for which he was grateful. He tucked his clothing under the bed as the nurse arrived to take him to breakfast.

As usual he was all smiles and sunshine and light conversation. He put a few things on his tray, eggs, sausage, juice, and looked around for company. Kurogane was the first target his eyes found and hesitant though he might be, he was a bit worried after last night.

"Kuro-nyaa~!" he almost sang as he sat down. "It's a brand new day, don't be so sour!"

[mrmewmaker.livejournal.com]

[one Nomura-designed redhead seeking another Nomura-designed kid, aka, for Sora.]

Shiki was relieved to wake in her own bed, after what seemed to be a really long night. She noted that her chest wound had been bandaged - she couldn't see it, but she could feel the bindings under her fresh uniform shirt. She just hoped everyone else was all right. She also wanted to be sure her supplies were still there, and was relieved to find the bag in one of her desk drawers.

She was worried about her friends in Lost and Found, but she was equally worried about the people that had come to their aid. It seemed that they'd all had a rough night. Shiki couldn't help wondering what had happened, but it seemed like the wound was too painful to talk about.

Her nurse came to get her, lightly lecturing her about how she needed to be careful and that she seemed to be accident-prone. The girl largely ignored her as she moved into the cafeteria. Shiki filled a plate with food and a glass of juice, then sat down.

She noticed Kurogane at a table nearby, but decided it'd be best not to bug him for a while. She noted that he looked better, and that he wasn't using the crutches anymore. Shiki smiled as she took a seat at another table, then started nibbling at some fruit.

[lighthearted]

Being in the middle of a conversation with a large group of people made the sudden switch to day even more jarring than usual. Sora had managed to avoid falling out of his bed, even though the shock had his heart pounding as he heard the hard tone of the head nurse coming through the intercom.

It was kind of weird that Mr. Landel didn't seem to be around, but Sora didn't have the energy to put too much thought into that realization. The fact that Renji's funeral had failed and they had lost one more person made the morning hard to face.

But face it he did, heading into the cafeteria with the sole purpose of making sure that some of his other friends still were okay. First was Artemis, who was in a wheelchair and talking to someone else, but at least he was still in one piece. Hanatarou was also around, as was Allen. It was a relief to see that so many people were still here, but that was when his gaze settled on the girl from last night.

She immediately made him think of Kairi, which made him search the room for his friend. When he didn't see her, Sora assured himself that she was just sleeping in and rushed over to get his breakfast.

With the meal on his tray, he moved over to where the girl was sitting, since he'd noticed that she was on her own. He stopped when he was across from her, sending a small smile as he got her attention.

"Uhh, hey. Is it all right if I sit with you?" He had to admit he was curious about her considering the resemblance, and it would be nice to get to know someone new.

[i-dont-paint.livejournal.com]

Tony woke still feeling weary, and there were a few seconds of disorientation as he tried to put together exactly where he was. The same place he'd been upon waking the last four mornings running, of course. Eventually, he supposed he'd get used to it; as it was, it was probably just the disconnect between night and day keeping him off balance. For once, he was grateful for it. It was a good bet night ended at the same time for traveling companions, so the kid was probably safe. As safe as anyone could be said to be surrounded by lunatics, most of whom were probably the people in medical uniforms.

He managed to drag himself out of bed when one of said medical lunatics appeared to shepherd him down to the cafeteria, meeting his requests for coffee with a patronizing smile and a definitive no. It really wasn't fair. A rat's warren filled with monsters at night, and not even coffee to wake them up in the morning.

He saw no one he recognized among the patients who'd already started in on their breakfasts, and hoped that wasn't a bad sign. Once he'd gathered a tray, he found a seat by himself. Meeting new people could wait until he'd managed to banish the traces of grogginess sitting stubbornly in the corners of his mind.

[wing-head.livejournal.com]

While the rescue attempt of last night had not gone well, Steve was relieved to see that his room mate was back in his bed. He contemplated waking him up before deciding that it would be better to let him get what little sleep this place offered.

Steve went quietly with his nurse to the cafeteria, scanning the room for people he knew as he collected his breakfast. Only Tony so far, but there weren't many patients in the cafeteria yet.

He had never finished his conversation with Tony, and while Tony didn't look particularly alert, Steve decided to sit with him anyway. "Morning, Tony."

[hailmegatron.livejournal.com]

Oh, Lugnut hurt.

He was also back in the berth he'd first awoken in, which took him far too long to process, and there were lights on, which was different from last night, and his arm, his legs, they ached and twinged and complained already, and he hadn't even moved...

Had he lost consciousness? Pathetic. He'd taken worse injuries before...

Slowly, Lugnut struggled to sit upright, and realized he still held the bludgeon and the light, and that his wounds were bound with neat-edged wrappings.

... had Depth Charge managed to convey him to the clinic, in all his unconcious bulk?

The door made a sound, as if it was being unlatched, and he hastily shoved the objects between the berth and the wall before one of the nurse-humans bustled in, fussed over his arm (it said something untrue about a bad fall and damaging it on something-- no acknowledgment of the giant flying bird that had attacked him), and herded his twinging body to the feeding area, filling a tray with disgusting organic material and handing him a glass of clear water.

Upon sitting down, he ignored both.

[HEY, CRAZYFACE~]

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

Useless, foolish...

As if contending with Starscream weren't bad enough, had his wingmate now taken complete leave of his senses as well? As soon as Blitzwing saw him, he was going to demand an explanation for that note on the bulletin board, and Pit help anyone who tried to get in his way! Blitzwing stalked into the cafeteria, completely ignoring his idiot of a nurse, and stalked through the line, not even paying attention to the novelty of human food today, and finally catching sight of his wingmate in the crowd, stalked over to Lugnut's table...Only to stop and stare in confused dismay at all the bandages he was wearing.

"What the slag happened to you?" fell out of his mouth before he could stop it. Not what he'd been planning to ask; not even close. But information was information, wasn't it...? And the fact that he might have been even the smallest bit concerned for Lugnut's wellbeing, now that he saw him, of course had no bearing on Blitzwing's actions whatsoever.

(Here, have an angryface instead. XD)

[tostepforward.livejournal.com]

...well, that had certainly been an interesting place for the night to end. Ayumu found herself back in her bed with no memory of having left the storage room upstairs - but fortunately the things she'd found had returned with her, so at least the trip hadn't entirely been a waste. It was puzzling, though, why all her new acquisitions would be left sitting beside her like that. Shouldn't the powers behind the Institute confiscate such things while returning patients to their rooms? Unless they wanted their prisoners to have whatever they'd found, in which case, she had to wonder why.

Still, she quickly bundled the strange items up in the hooded shirt and went to hide them in a corner of the closet, but then paused. What if Yuffie decided to search her side of the room, as she had done to her roommate the night before? The pictures she'd found were certainly nothing she'd want anyone looking at. After a second's consideration, Ayumu retrieved the journal from her desk drawer and slid the pictures between its pages for safekeeping, finishing just in time for the nurse to arrive to escort her to breakfast.

After a brief pause at the bulletin board (during which one of the posted notes unobtrusively found its way into the pages of the journal as well) she entered the cafeteria and was once more puzzled by the selection of foodstuffs. She took a selection of a few different things, warily bypassing the so-called "pigs in blankets," and found a seat at an empty table.

Her journal she tucked beneath one leg as she sat; though she would have rather liked a chance to get a good look at the pictures in the light of day, she didn't dare do so in a place where someone else might see them. Instead she just picked at her bowl of fruit, pretending to be entirely absorbed in that while she kept an eye on the rest of the room and considered what she'd learned the night previous, as well as what report she'd make to Okita at their meeting later.

[for Badou]

[strayfag]

Back home, it wasn't that unusual for Badou to go a few nights without sleep, wired on adrenaline and other questionable substances before he crashed somewhere to sleep it all off for 24 hours. Here though, he had been awake for the better part of a week, and while the sleep he got still felt more than substantial his body, apparently, didn't agree. Traitor. He'd slept solidly through dinner and all of the last night.

And now he felt like ass. Hungry, sleepy ass.

...Which, possibly, was not the best metal image he could have right then.

He filled his plate with everything and a slice of apple, hoping the fruit would work some mystical magic and set his body back in order for him. It was odd that Dr. Evil wasn't making the morning announcements though. Badou wondered if something was up, or if he was just off shagging the corpse of that radio guy. Whatever the case was, he didn't really want to know.

He found a mostly empty bench and slid in across from the woman there. If she was waiting for people, he could move over. No big deal.

[fourtharcana.livejournal.com]

[For Yuekito. And, uh, Aki's still feeling the effects of being badtouched by that phantasm. He'll get better.]

When the intercom announcement went off that morning, Akihiko sighed and pulled the covers and his pillow over his head. Somehow, staying in seemed like a really good idea. He didn't really want to leave the room, much less go out and do anything.

He thought about the events of the night before. First, the interrupted meeting, then what happened with Yukari...the fight with the strange boy, and then winding up who-knows-where, with...something cold in the room. That only served to make him want to huddle further under the covers.

His nurse came in a moment later. "Andrew? Time for breakfast." He mumbled something unintelligible, then turned over. She sighed, and said, "Come on. Out of bed," and tugged at the blankets.

A few minutes later, he was seated at the cafeteria, a plate of food in front of him. Akihiko picked at it more listlessly than he might have done otherwise.

[winged_moon]

This time waking up in his bed didn't come with the moment of confused disorientation, since he'd ended the night there as well. Not that Yukito intended to make it a habit, of course; taking a nap wasn't exactly the most productive use of what little free time he had, but he'd definitely needed it. His injuries had still been tended while he slept, though, and he winced slightly as he gave an experimental prod at the bandages beneath his shirt. Yes, still quite sore. And his head still ached, but it wasn't that bad. Really.

Once in the cafeteria he automatically began loading his tray with as much food as he could fit on it - he was starving, and was starting to suspect that it was due to the way Yue's power had been drained the night before. It did make sense that he'd want to eat more when his other self was doing more, but he still couldn't help the faint twinge of worry at that thought; it hadn't been all that long ago that he'd been in danger of fading away, after all.

The nurse refused to let him carry his own tray once he was finished, alternating between expressing concern that he'd further injure himself and scolding him for taking so much food that it made the tray so heavy. Yukito just smiled, looking slightly abashed, and didn't argue, even when she chose a seat across from someone he'd never met before.

Once the woman had left them alone Yukito very carefully settled into the seat and turned a bright grin on the other young man. Well, that was interesting, they both had the same hair and eye colors. He'd never met anyone else his age with grey hair; maybe that was why the nurse had decided they needed to sit together? "Morning," he observed, cheerfully enough. "Not hungry?"

[see-my-back.livejournal.com]

It was the same as the day before. The night ended abruptly and she woke in her bed, as if the whole thing had been one bad dream. She wished that were true, but the evidence remained. The weapons from Renamon were still where she'd tucked them away and the single vial of golden blood as well. She did wish she still had her kunai pouch or her medical one, if only to carry some of the supplies she'd picked up.

She kept one of the razorblades with her, as well as the vial of blood. During the day she wanted to keep up the front, but she didn't want to be helpless either. She tucked the rest of the makeshift weapons into the desk drawer and other places about the room.

That done, her nurse arrived conveniently, a few minutes later, to take her to breakfast. None of her teammates were out yet, nor anyone she recognized. She picked up a tray and some food and found a seat where she could easily see the door.

[Kakashi Sensei]

[lostonlifesroad.livejournal.com]

Kakashi decided that the sudden shifts were going to take a bit of getting used to, though that somehow wasn't quite as disturbing as finding out he'd been changed out of his clothes and back into the institute uniform. He was tempted to change back, but thought better of it. He didn't want to give them a reason to take his outfit, after all. It was a lot better to move in that what he was currently wearing.

Back to the act, and Kakashi followed along quietly after his nurse as she led him down the hall. In truth he wanted to take one of the scalpels he'd ended up with the night before and hold it to her throat until she spilled everything she knew about the place--and about what had happened to Naruto. There hadn't been any opportunity to ask questions the night before, when they had literally been caught between spiders. Kakashi wanted to talk to Naruto and Jiraiya right away, if it was possible.

But when he got into the cafeteria, the pair were already sitting by each other, and Kakashi decided to give them some time. He and Jiraiya had disagreed over certain things regarding Naruto's training, but the jounin knew how much Jiraiya cared for Naruto.

Fortunately, Sakura was alone at the moment, and she was the one who could tell him the most about what had physically been done to the young ninja. Yet Kakashi knew the question would have to be approached carefully; that Naruto of all people had been put into such a state forcefully drove the power of their prison home. He trusted Sakura to be able to handle herself when it was necessary, but he didn't want to put any undue pressure on her.

"Good morning, Sakura." Kakashi went to her table once he'd gotten a tray, taking the seat across from her. "How are you doing?"

[hangenki.livejournal.com]

[Twin!]

Kaoru and Wolfy hadn't made it to Hikaru in the end. How could he sleep knowing his brother was ill and alone? That should be enough to stop Landel's stupid drugs or spell or whatever it was they had going on.

Kaoru outright REFUSED to get his breakfast and sit down until his brother was there. So, after much arguing, the nurse was stood beside him as he waited by the entrance to the cafeteria.

[totallytheseme.livejournal.com]

Hikaru, on the other hand, was feeling great. Lunch hadn't really agreed with him the day before, so he'd spent the entire night inside, sleeping the sleep of the dead. When he woke up in the morning, the bug had disappeared as suddenly as it came on and the world seemed that much brighter.

Kaoru was worried about him, though. That much he could see as soon as he spotted his brother nervously waiting at the doors. Time to put those fears to rest. "Mornin'," he yawned, linking arms with his twin. "You do okay last night? Did you get the communicators to Ritsuka and Tamaki?"

[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

While the night had gone poorly, he assumed, for most, Gin couldn't say the same for himself. He'd managed to get four new knives, which he made sure to tuck carefully away in his mattress and closet, though he did keep one of the small, metal steak knives tucked carefully into his waistband. It was small, about the length of his hand, but it might turn out useful, so long as he wasn't caught with it.

He made a stop at the bulletin board on the way in to breakfast. He left a note, short and simple, and moved on to the cafeteria. Breakfast was the usual unfamiliar food, but he was getting used to it, and it was never a bad thing to be fed on a regular basis. He picked out a few items and found a seat, one where he could easily see the door and one where it would be difficult to catch him from behind. Both were fairly important when one was in his position.

[Rangiku]

[fuyunohanabi.livejournal.com]

She woke with a face hot and streaked with wetness. She felt drained now that there was nothing else to focus on, no-one else to defend. Her captain... damn it, her friend had been killed by this place and she had been the one to let him go off alone. She should have known better, should have insisted on going with him and now...

She completely ignored the nurse who tried to press a plate of food into her hand and headed over towards a familiar figure. She didn't even attempt to hide her presence as she went over to him and slipped her arms around his shoulders, burying her face against his neck. "Don't leave me."