Day 38: Sun Room

[paper-murdock.livejournal.com]

Matt had to bite his tongue hard to keep from insisting he would be perfectly comfortable in the library, really, and could he please stop being led around like freaking cattle? As the nurse drew him into the empty Sun Room, the answer to that seemed to be a resounding 'No'.

Great.

He was given the usual talk of 'be nice', 'maybe someone will come back and you'll have someone to talk to' and the strangely sincere 'we're getting a few books in braille, they just haven't arrived yet'. He was sure he believed that one, but it would be nice to not be singled out for a change.

Reminded him of grammar school actually.

What a coincidence, he hadn't been fond of grammar school either. Settling back on the seat he'd found himself in, the Daredevil closed his eyes and debated on the merits of a nap as he listened to the occasional person stop by and scribble something down before leaving. A message board or something? He'd have to ask someone about that.

(Free to any and all!)

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[hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com]

Sitting in the corner of a couch, Momo pulled her legs up underneath her and wrapped her arms about herself. She was fairly close to the door so she could see Rangiku when the woman arrived. Then later on, Ichimaru would arrive.

She didn't want to see Ichimaru. She didn't want to talk to Ichimaru. She didn't want to listen to Ichimaru, but she had to. For now.

The small shinigami just wanted to crawl back into her bed. This was too much. It was all too much. Who would she lose next?

[for Rangiku]

[fuyunohanabi.livejournal.com]

She'd not managed to actually eat anything during breakfast, seemed to have lost her appetite in fact, but she felt a little more composed. How long that would last, particularly when meeting with Hinamori, was debatable.

She spotted Hinamori after a moment's search and went over to her, wrapping her arms easily around her and hugging her tightly.

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

Talking to Hughes was re-assuring in the sense that he seemed willing to listen to Armand's ideas, see the merit in them and yet not expect miracles. Something about that gave Armand heart. After what had just happened to him, Armand still had an inward tendency to flinch away even from his own thoughts and worries. Right now, he had several things on his mind though.

He managed to talk his nurse into leaving him in the Sun Room without correcting her about his name. The little accomplishment made him feel proud of himself. He needed to catch up on the bulletin board news. As Hughes had hinted, some of it was dire indeed. Some of it was very annoying.

As he read and even wrote out a note or two of his own, Armand kept an eye out for his friends, either TK-622 or Citan Uzuki. TK had a higher priority since he'd seen Armand last night and knew something was wrong. Armand wanted to let him know he wasn't dying.

[for TK-622]

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

TK headed to the sun room after the morning meal, having seen Armand on his way there ahead of him in the crowd. He just had the bloody nurse to contend with, so he couldn't go fast enough to catch up with him.

He finally got rid of the nurse at the entrance to the Sun Room and headed straight for Armand, giving his friend a very slight smile as he walked over. "Good morning." He wanted to ask how Armand was feeling, but he didn't want to force Armand into saying anything if the truth serum was still in effect.

[windstwilight.livejournal.com]

Legs? Didn't work so well when you had something in your system plus a sedative. Granted, this was preferable to thinking about everything... like Shinigami, and Nobodies, and people dying. And more people dying. Yeah. Tripping over yourself and running head-first into a wall was preferable.

Still, she made it to the sun room more or less fine. Senna didn't trust herself to stand in the sunlight like she had the past few days, and instead flopped in the closest couch that she saw. Maybe she'd just doze off or something.

[Meche!]

[sheisthecause.livejournal.com]

Meche was here to take Kaiji's advice--look at the bulletin board and think about joining a club. Maybe she could even ask if anyone had seen Manny. His roommate might know something. That thought encouraged her a little.

She was on her way across the room when she noticed a familiar face; Senna was sitting on one of the couches, looking a little out of it. Yuna wasn't with her this time, and she looked like she could use some company. Well, Meche was in a slightly better mood after breakfast than she had been for the last few days; she might as well put herself out there a little. In any case, she wanted to hear more about what Senna had been going to say when they had to leave.

"Good morning," she said, sitting down on the couch next to the girl. "Taking a nap already?"

[jokers-wildcard.livejournal.com]

[a Harley for Matt?]

For close to a week already, Meesy had been looking rather green around the gills. All she had done was lie in bed... It was weird. One would think a hospital would be equipped to handle random bugs lickity split. But this morning, Harley woke up to find the room empty. Likely that was due to sleeping in. She'd missed breakfast and everything. If she was wandering around, maybe the girl had gotten better.

Her nurse didn't volunteer any information regarding her roommate. Ohh, no. All she did was talk about dragging Harley to the library of all places. The library. Of all places, why there?! The library made her think of that super fun night with the homicidal white bug thing. Plus she'd probably explode from restlessness.

Apparently, her nurse got the message after a few minutes of whining, though her solution was to simply drag her to the Sunny Room. Again. Unlike the previous times, however, her nurse wasn't immediately leaving her side. Instead, the woman flipped through some of the sheets of her clipboard, giving a quick glance in Harley's direction before leading her toward one of the couches.

"Mr. Murdock," she greeted the man sitting there. "I hope you're doing well today. Ms. Dumas will be keeping you company. Alright?" It was so nice when the staff chose to volunteer people... The nurse gave Harley a look that served as a warning. Behave or else, the look said. Or the nurse was constipated. "Ms. Dumas."

"Yeah, yeah..." Harley said, waving her hand dismissively as she plopped herself onto the couch next to 'Mr. Murdock.' "Bosom buddies and all that. Got it."

After another pointed look the nurse finally wandered off. As soon as she was out of ear shot, Harley turned to the guy. "She's bein' more a pain in the butt than normal. Lotta people in a rotten mood lately..."

[paper-murdock.livejournal.com]

Matt frowned when it seemed as though company was to be forced on him and he sat up a bit straighter, ragging a hand over his red hair to smooth it out slightly.

Smiling, he nodded politely to the nurse and shifted to make room for 'Ms Dumas.'

Oh good. She had a sense of humor. He laughed slightly and shrugged. "So it would seem," he said. He'd been casually listening to the others in the room and everyone seemed ... tense. "Perhaps it's something in the water. I'm Matt. Matt Murdock," he offered.

[contentincloset.livejournal.com]

Kurogane had felt bad in the Cafeteria, but by the time he had gotten to the next room it had gotten worse. He still felt sick but now, for some weird reason, his right ear was itching. Not the outside either, but the inside where it was impossible to scratch. Still, he had a finger twisting in his ear, trying to make it better. He had a seat on the couch, growling because he couldn't make the itching stop or get the sick feeling to go away or even get the taste of the milk out of his mouth! This was so damn annoying!

[tonytonydoctor.livejournal.com]

Chopper had been looking forward to going to the library, but his enthusiasm died when an inquiry to his nurse revealed it didn't have any medical texts. Other books were fine and all, but he'd been wanting to spend some time reading about this world's medical practices... He'd gotten to look through Raine's books the other night, but he'd only been looking for information about the medicines from Usopp then.

Disappointed, he decided to stay in the sun room. He liked the room well enough, and oh! there was the bulletin board! He made a mental note to start checking it more often.

For now, though, he decided to do his best to meet someone new. There was a man sitting on a couch that had one finger stuck in his ear, as if it itched. Nervously (he looked pretty grumpy, after all), Chopper decided to approach him.

"Um, is..." he started. "Is something wrong with your ear?"

[vladville.livejournal.com]

[For Obi-Wan]

A bit of a surreal meeting in store, but considering the setting and some of the people Vlad had met, not the most bizarre situation he'd been in by far. The notebook had been, at the least, interesting reading. Perhaps more useful for philosophy than a list of facts, but still enlightening in its own way.

He couldn't deny that the meeting he had scheduled was something he was looking to. Really, he regretted not coming to know his roommate better. It was hard to find intelligent conversation in this place, much less moral views that weren't oversimplified to the point of childishness. Even the adults here tended to be bland or hysterical by turn, and Vlad had assumed the former of his roommate, without much evidence to convince him otherwise.

True, his fixation on an enemy Vlad had never heard of was a bit disturbing, but then again, it suited the old saying that a person with a hammer would see everything as a nail. Even he, on a bit of self-reflection, could admit his experiences in interdimensional travel of sorts had a serious effect on how he viewed this prison and its possible rules and design. All of that was a side issue to the more personal fact that he would be delivering rather poor news to someone who was obviously close to Qui-Gon, and while he didn't know either man well enough to put too much genuine emotion into it, it wouldn't be seemly to jump into questioning or trying to form a new relationship without allowing some room for grief.

Sitting on one of the couches in the Sun Room, looking fairly obvious in his own opinion, he held the notebook in his lap and waited patiently.

[braidless.livejournal.com]

Breakfast had been spent in relative silence, the Jedi choosing to focus on getting a proper meal and going over recent events instead of the typical socializing. Artemis has been taken and tortured, Hitsugaya had been killed, and a quick glance at the bulletin board had informed him that Qui-Gon's whereabouts were unknown at best. In the end, he wasn't sure he would have made a good breakfast companion anyway. There was too much on his mind for him to want to idly chat with someone.

Once the second shift began, Obi-Wan hadn't wasted much time in getting to the sun room. He caught sight of Artemis speaking with a young man, but as much as he wanted to check up on the boy, he knew he had other regrettable issues to see to. Not for the first time, he thought about how it had been something of a folly of his to not take the initiative to learn more about the people his former Master came into regular contact with.

Perhaps meetings like this could have been avoided somehow, if he had done so. Or maybe they would have still been agreeing to talk today, but as mere acquaintances, rather than total strangers, brought together by chance and misfortune.

It was useless to speculate about any of that now, though, especially when he wasn't completely sure of what had happened to Qui-Gon in the first place.

There weren't very many older gentleman trapped in the Institute, so the Jedi was at least sure he'd seen this Vlad Masters in passing at some point during his captivity. A quick glance over the patients in the room confirmed his suspicions. There was only one man in the room who fit the description given on the bulletin board, making his task an easy one.

The Jedi moved towards him, inclining his head in greeting once he came close enough. "I take it you're Vlad Masters?"

[byname-bynature.livejournal.com]

Artemis looked out the window, still seated in his wheelchair, but now he sported a fancy IV. Probably to feed him painkillers now that he had eaten something. Though, considering the news he'd received at breakfast, he hadn't eaten much at all.

The word of Hitsugaya's death had hit Artemis hard. But because he hadn't been there to witness it, Artemis was finding it harder and harder to believe that the person he had traveled with every night since his first, was gone.

He'd turned his back to most of the Sun Room, choosing to look out the windows and pretend as though he wasn't silently crying, mourning the loss of Hitsugaya. If someone expected him to take up leadership later, he couldn't afford to be seen carrying on in an undignified manner.

[For Badou.]

[strayfag]

Badou was having none of this depression garbage. Though he couldn't help but look for her one last time on the way out of the cafeteria, if Alkaid was gone then she was gone, and if anything he was just going to fume silently at being ditched in a hallway in the middle of the night by someone half his age. You grope a girl once, by accident, and she moves to a whole other institute. Great. Anyway, he had other things to worry about, so that little incident took a firm push out of his mind until he could actually do something about it - and he did plan to do something about it.

But not right now. His attention was otherwise occupied by Artemis, who looked just a little bit worse than he had during breakfast with the shiny new IV drip upgrade. Badou crossed over to him and leaned back against the broad window ledge. "You look like shit. What'd I miss?"

That was Badou, a soul of tact and comfort in times of need.

[uruz-vii.livejournal.com]

After that whole song and dance filled with unwarranted embarrassment, Sousuke was ready to detach himself from his relative and (possible?) other relative. Really, if he was actually a Sagara, the gene pool must have skipped over a generation, because Sousuke was most definitely not that strange. At all. Nope.

The sergeant therefore sat down in an armchair, leaning his head back on the back of the chair. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually slept--it only felt like he was sleeping. It was necessary to be on alert at all times, though, so he couldn't afford a nap.

...but perhaps since he was gravely injured the night before, he could permit himself a small nap.

[Free!]

[host-club-honey.livejournal.com]

When given the choice, Honey didn't think he had the attention span for a quiet reading time, so he decided on the Sun Room instead. He wanted to find Soubi and the other host club members, or even Ed would be good, he'd meant to talk to them all, but this place made it really hard.

At least breakfast had been nice. Pierson seemed like a really nice man and he hadn't been annoyed or threatened him or tried to fight or anything. Just talked about buildings and Paris.

Honey curled up on one of the couches, hugging Usa-chan and watching the door just in case anyone came along. He'd missed out on a lot of sleep lately and he just knew it was going to make him cranky one of these days. It was lucky he hadn't just snapped yet. Well, if no one came along, he could just rest his eyes for a little bit.

[Kaoru]

[hangenki.livejournal.com]

Kaoru, feeling a little more convinced now that his brother really was ok, strolled into the Sun Room, hoping to find Ed and see what he was up to. But something else caught his attention first.

"Yo. Cake Club Captain," he smiled, waving to Honey and making his way over. He flopped down beside his small friend and sighed. He'd been getting a little self conscious around the Host Club, hoping they wouldn't notice how thin and gaunt he'd seemed to be getting. But maybe it was only something Hikaru would notice. Or maybe this place gave everybody enough of their own troubles that they stayed out of other people's. Honey didn't look as energetic as usual.

"We'll find cake, don't worry. We can write a bulletin notice together and see if we can find a baker or two!"

[simpleastherain.livejournal.com]

Orihime had slept through breakfast but she wasn't really hungry anyway. Her stomach hadn't growled at all since lunch the day before so she figured it wasn't that long and she wasn't violating club rules yet. Her eyes were a little puffy and lined despite the extra sleep but that would go away on its own in time.

Her own grief for the fallen leader could only be a fraction of what Rangiku was feeling, not to mention all of the others who had grown so close to him. That was enough for her to keep her own emotions in check in public. They didn't need another person to worry about - and some of them needed support, like they had given her all those times.

But one shift wasn't really enough to prepare. She sank into a couch in the far corner of the sun room and tilted her face up to the sun. Maybe she could borrow some warmth to get them all through the day.

[for the cute!]

[bewarethecute.livejournal.com]

Ururu felt better after talking to Kurt. Now she just had to make sure she could introduce him to as many of her friends as possible. She wanted him to see that they were nice, and that it really didn't matter what he looked like, at night or during the day. She went into the Sun Room to see if she could find someone, or, if she couldn't, to check the bulletin and maybe leave a message. She didn't have to look hard to find Orihime though, and that was best. Orihime was probably the nicest one in the group, so she was the one Ururu most wanted to talk to.

But when Ururu went over to the older girl, she thought something might be wrong. Orihime looked sad, and Ururu of course wondered why. Rushing over to her friend, she spoke quietly so she didn't scare her.

"Um, Orihime-san?" Ururu clasped her hands in front of her, hoping that she was somehow mistaken. "Is something wrong?"

[dasgift.livejournal.com]

Kristoph had hoped for fairer circumstances (in the form of a nail clipper or an emery board) following breakfast, but the emotion proved fruitless in the end. Anything sharper than the edge of notebook paper was not allowed in the care of patients. Too dangerous, it seemed, for both himself and the others. His nails would have to wait until after lunch, when a proper attendant could trim off the result of last night's mishap.

Therefore, it would be ideal if the man spent the present time relaxing as opposed to fussing over his partially broken nail. Or so said his nurse.

He tried, at least. Desperation was weakness; he could stand a few more hours with an imperfect hand as opposed to becoming visibly distraught. The man even wrapped a cloth bandage (complimentary of a nurse) around his finger as though to hide the blemish from view, and took a seat furthest from the general flow of traffic. If no one got too nosy, perhaps he could use the time to figure out exactly how he could snap a certain doctor's neck.

[For Joshua.]

[4lulzngiggles.livejournal.com]

Well well... it seemed like he'd made a bad decision. The night before had not worked. At all. And his discussion with Sync hadn't exactly gone in a productive manner either; that wasn't anything new, but considering the circumstances, he'd really hoped to be better off by now. Sure, he hadn't pulled out all of the stops yet, but that still wasn't an excuse.

Ah well. The boy similarly felt no real desire to be underfoot with so many people around, so he sat down near another blond, an older man with a bandage around his finger. ...around his finger? That was just odd enough to draw Joshua's attention, and he put a finger to his forehead as he asked, "Got that stuck in a door, or something more interesting?" He could introduce himself, but why bother with something so plain and boring?

[quickdrawbkiddo.livejournal.com]

Good. HK-47 had responded which meant she only had to get confirmation from SubZero. Then she needed to decide if she was going to bring the Bitch along. Regardless, the Bride was finding herself still a bit worn out from the previous night.

Picking a comfortable chair, Beatrix sat down and, once comfortable, closed her eyes. She slipped into a light sleep, fully capable of waking quite alert should anyone venture near her. She may as well get the rest she could before the assassins' mission to the basement.

[free]

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

Books? Like databooks, but with pages? Like Depth Charge had time to waste reading. What did stories about things that had never happened and people who had never existed have to do with real life anyway? Noticing his reluctance, his escort had instead shepherded him to the Sun Room, to "get some rest, since you're probably still sore from that nasty fall you had". It wasn't worth correcting her.

Maybe he could try and think through the meetings he’d scheduled for that afternoon- lunch with a ‘con and then fourth shift with someone who could just be Protoform X. He had to be ready. And if it was X... well. Suffice it to say, if Depth Charge had learned anything from the previous night it was that human blood spilled even easier than mech fluid.

At any rate, the room was refreshingly empty after the cluttered buzz of the cafeteria and Depth Charge made swiftly for an empty chair. There was a woman sat just across from him, but she seemed pretty out of it. Perfect.

[sasuke-of-sound.livejournal.com]

Breakfast with Aidou had taken away some of the immediate edge of having to deal with the experiments again last night. For all his finicky nature, the vampire had a way of being ruthlessly practical that reminded Sasuke of the fact that goals took precedence over any other distractions.

And in Landel's, he only had two goals. The first was to find a way to track and kill Itachi, and the second was escape.

The first was the harder one by far. Despite everything Sasuke had lived by since that fateful night, he couldn't blindly attack Itachi whenever he happened to turn up, not least because it was a literal blind attack. Sasuke was going to have to wait and strategise -- and perhaps find allies he could actually trust, now. Not for the first time Sasuke wondered with irritation why Oto-nin had yet to make an appearance here.

If nothing else, it proved that Landel wasn't selecting on the basis of simple strength. Irritating.

His nurse was apparently busy today, ignoring his request that she find Naruto (so he could get that stupid conversation over with already) and instead bustling him to the Sun Room, chattering some absent drivel about how he 'needed his Vitamin D.' Before he could repeat his demand she was gone, leaving him yet again sitting on a couch, being nosed at by a cat.

[lostonlifesroad.livejournal.com]

After talking to Sakura, and getting a bit of an idea of Naruto's state of mind by listening, Kakashi had planned to go to the library. It wasn't that he didn't trust his nurse, exactly. Kakashi would just rather check for himself, just to be certain that none of Jiraiya's novels were on the shelves. But before he could make it, he spotted a certain grumpy missing-nin who had apparently picked up the interest of another admirer. That seemed to be the story of Sasuke's life.

But since he was alone, Kakashi took the opportunity to go over to Sasuke for a little chat. There were things that he didn't want to say in front of the others, after all, but that needed to be said.

And besides, this was the first time in over three years that he'd get to talk to the kid. Maybe one of the last. And Kakashi didn't like the idea of wasting the opportunity.

"Well, good morning, Sasuke." Moving in front of the ninja, Kakashi appeared perfectly casual and relaxed, to the average observer. But in truth the ninja was as ready as he always was to react to any sudden movement in his direction, be it from someone not involved in the conversation, or from Sasuke himself. He didn't want Sasuke to think he could just get up and walk away, after all. And without the luxury of binding string to keep him tied down, Kakashi would do what he had to.

He doubted Sasuke was any more keen to listen to a lecture now than he had been back in Konoha, after all.

[broken-babylon.livejournal.com]

Subaru felt terrible for thinking it, but it was something of a relief when the nurse came and separated him from Hokuto. He wanted to be able to comfort his sister in her grief, he truly did, but he could hardly think through his pain at the moment, and her crying on his shoulder wasn't exactly helping his state of mind. Still, it was a selfish thing to think, and so Subaru was even more glum than he'd started out when the nurse wheeled him into the Sun Room and left him in a sunny spot near the message board.

... Maybe he should post something on the board, about last night. Not saying anything about who or what had attacked him, of course, but at least he should properly thank the woman he vaguely remembered healing him. But not knowing her name, or even really what she looked like, Subaru wasn't sure what to say to get her attention. Still thinking about the problem, Subaru started to doze off in his wheelchair, exhausted already.

[Miku?]

[rope-victim.livejournal.com]

[Here!]

Breakfast had been long, and full of tiring embarrassment that she really hadn't the energy for. Her nurse wheeled her along until she spotted Subaru half dozing, and Miku motioned for the woman to park her right next to the other medium (priest? she wasn't sure, exactly). He looked bad, just like she did, and with gentle fingers, Miku reached out and touched the other medium's hand gently.

"Sumeragi-san?" she questioned as the nurse walked away. "Sumeragi-san, what's happened to you?" Granted, Miku -with her mummy like wrapping- didn't look entirely to par herself, but, at least she could still see properly.

[demon-beast.livejournal.com]

She thought that she'd got away with the things that she'd said to Alita, or at least, hadn't given away any information that could make things more dangerous. She was glad that no-one had apparently seen her entering the Sun Room that night with bits of bloodied flesh in her hands. That might have been more difficult to explain.

She ignored the nurse's suggestion that she try somewhere other than the Sun Room for once, and found herself a couch to sit on, wrapping her arms around her knees. Every sense seemed heightened because of how hungry she was, every movement and sound. It was getting to be intolerable. She was going to have to get some food tonight.

[For Fwiffo]

[metamollusk.livejournal.com]

Fwiffo had hoped to stick close to the Captain after breakfast, but it was not to be. Zelnick was guided off in a completely different direction by one of the nurses, while his own nurse explained he was going to "therapy," and suggested Fwiffo socialize with the other patients in the Sun Room.

"In fact, why don't you talk to Amanda, here," the nurse said with a wide smile that showed absolutely all of her teeth. Intimidated, Fwiffo gave a short little nod and sat down on the couch. With a satisfied smile, the nurse left, leaving him alone with yet another stranger. You might think he'd be used to meeting new people after four days - or was it five? - of nothing but, but you'd also be completely underestimating the Spathi capacity for paranoia in the process.

[adorkabledragon.livejournal.com]

[free to a good home!]

Keman didn't think that he could handle the library again just yet. It had been the last place he'd seen Shana, two days ago. He was only barely coping with her disappearance today. Being in the library so soon might be too much.

So instead, he opted for the Sun Room, curling up on a couch and dozing in the light. A little gray kitten curled around his ankles, wanting attention, but he paid it no mind. He just wasn't in the mood.

[no-chan-allowed.livejournal.com]

Yahiko woke up characteristically full of energy, and between the time the nurse opened the door and addressed him, he was already on his feet. Just a few seconds ago he'd been standing at the edge of that creepy space with metal machines, but now, somehow, he was sitting in his room wearing clean clothes as if none of that had ever happened. It wasn't a big surprise, since Kenshin and Sano had warned him about it and they definitely knew what they were talking about, but he couldn't help feeling a bit disoriented. As always, the feeling passed quickly.

The nurse informed him that he'd missed breakfast and he was momentarily dismayed, remembering the delicious fried bread and sugar from the morning before. Luckily, lunch was soon, and she left him in the sun room to entertain himself. Yahiko glanced over the bulletin, decided that he didn't even want to know what Kenshin and Sano and the ninja girl were going on about, then plopped onto the couch beside someone who looked like they might have been half asleep. The kitten weaving between the sleeping guy's feet jumped onto the couch beside Yahiko, where it was shown a little more (but still not much) attention. It was nice to know that not all wildlife wanted to kill them.

"Oh, uh, were you asleep?" he asked. People couldn't just pass out anywhere they wanted--it wasn't safe--but this one looked like he might be a little sick too.

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

The last thing Blitzwing wanted to do right now was talk to Lugnut, so when he saw the other mech go into one room, he quite naturally went into the other. It was only a temporary sulk, of course -- partnerships of two million plus years didn't just dissolve over one fight. But he'd need time to calm down, reexamine the issue, and come at it from another angle...or at least calm down enough that he wouldn't be tempted to punch Lugnut in the face when they met up that night.

Blitzwing threw himself into one of the cushioned chairs available, taking in his surroundings with a disinterested eye. Humans, humans everywhere -- He actually kind of liked humans, sort of. They filled him with slightly less disgust than the average Decepticon would have felt, and they had some interesting ideas about art. Still, there was a universe of difference between reading about humans, or even looking at them -- and actually being one of the squishy little slaggers. He really needed to get out of this body.

[for Rude!]

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

Rude wandered into the Sun Room, trying to get his mind into a workable mode. But... he was looking forward to tonight. SNeaking around monster filled buildings and breaking into offices in search of a drink was an old game of theirs. They might both unwind, you never know.

It was just a matter of telling Elena now. Maybe Reno could do that.

He sat across from some guy who was watching people with something...slightly superior about his expression or maybe just curious. So he was probably rich executive who never had to play with the lower folk. Or he wasn't human...

Which reminded him. He should try to keep up to date with the scientists. Maybe tomorrow when he'd made a bomb or two.

He opened up his journal, grunting when a sheet flew out and landed at the Exec's feet. A quick look and he saw it was a sheet of formulas. The information should be pretty safe as they made no sense unless you already had a good idea about this shit. In which case, no loss. They were all basic bombs.

[spandexorgtfo.livejournal.com]

After breakfast Kratos opted out of going to the library. As much as he usually read, he did not feel like looking through another book and trying to assume what things were from their context. There was too much he didn't know and too little time to figure it all out, so he had taken the easy way out: avoid the library entirely.

As he settled into one of the couches, he mulled over the man he had talked to over breakfast. Jones obviously didn't buy his talk of magic, and he'd been very tempted to tell the doctor to drop by and see for himself. Would that have been enough to convince the man, though?

[free!]

[lady-general.livejournal.com]

When Celes awoke, it was a quick hurry to shimmy out of her clothing and into the disgusting Landel's uniform. There was just something so terribly wrong about skulking about like a naughty school girl when she had already commanded armies and defeated men twice her age in single and merged combat. Celes combed her fingers through her hair and winced. Several nasty, violet bruises had bloomed on her ribcage where the spider had landed on her, and her knife needed some desperate sharpening. It was just too dull now that she'd successfully made Spider Tartar. A quick wash of her face and some gentle chastising from the nurse got her to the Sun Room, with the warning that - as a young, still growing woman - she shouldn't skip meals.

Celes settled fitfully on a couch with a kitten and rested her head on the arm of the chair. There was still so much planning to do, and now that it seemed like the Radio Woman had abandoned them, how were they to keep up morale in their troops?

[felled-hero.livejournal.com]

Hughes headed into the Sun Room, and was able to spot Celes immediately. Good. He could catch her up on breakfast, and let her know what had happened last night. While he wasn't in much of a mood to talk about it, she'd need to know.

Well, maybe not need, but he felt like he owed it to her to share things like that, same as he would have Roy.

"Hey," he said, approaching. He hoped he didn't look as terrible as he felt.

[innovator-skuld.livejournal.com]

Skuld supposed she could be checking out the library, but she was getting worried about lack of responses to her messages; people vanished here a lot. She couldn't identify most of the people on her list, but of the one she definitely could... she hadn't seen Archer in a while. It didn't bode well.

I've gotta get out and DO more.

[Free!]

[wild-right-hand.livejournal.com]

Breakfast was over both too quickly and not quickly enough--talking about the weird kid from last night wasn't something Tokito wanted to drag out, but on the other hand now there'd be no more food until lunch. No snacks still sucked.

And there was nothing in the library that interested Tokito--no manga at all, or even american comic books, just boring "classics" and shit. So, instead of struggling with difficult books that had no pictures or cool fight scenes, Tokito stayed in the Sun Room and looked for someone nice to talk to. The number of kids in this place was really kind of sad... poor things. "Hey there. You okay?"

[mukuchi.livejournal.com]

Talking with Frey had been interesting as always. Mostly because talking in general was something of a new thing for Mori. He could do it, certainly, but he was accustomed to getting away without and it was odd being forced to carry a conversation like that. He had to remember that nodding and gestures did not fulfill the requirements for small talk and it was easy to fall into old habits.

Walking into the Sun Room, Mori took a glance around and saw Mitsukuni with Kaoru. That was good, at least this time he'd be able to keep an eye on his friends. He started to walk toward them when he saw the bulletin board and decided to check that first. It was there that he saw Soubi and someone named Kio talking about Mitsukuni.

That was that. He needed to see Soubi again. He hadn't thought much of him when they'd met before in Tamaki's room, but with him spending more and more time with Mitsukuni, it meant that Mori had a duty to check the guy out. Especially if Mitsukuni was promising to teach him things. Penning a quick note, Mori went and sat down on one of the couches, closing his eyes to nap until Soubi appeared.

[for Soubi!]

[beloved-less.livejournal.com]

Soubi was in no mood to be friendly after this morning. Kio had calmed him down a great deal but... despite what he said, he was still having huge doubts. It was just...nice to be comforted. He knew he shouldn't slip into that sort of thing so easily. But he was trapped in a world of kindness now and it made him uncomfortable. Ritsu and Seimei rewarded good behaviour and punished bad. Ritsuka and Kio got angry and shouted a little, but refused to hurt Soubi any more than that.

Which, sadly, hurt an awful lot more. Soubi couldn't patch up emotional wounds easily. There'd just been an easier system before. Bad behaviour - pain. Good behaviour - no pain. Maybe even a little something special. But not always.

He was getting too spoiled now, that's what it was.

So, while he was in no fit state to think about this sort of thing, he strolled up to Honey's friend. "Takashi-kun?" he smiled, bowing politely. "I was hoping I could ask you a favour?"

[fear-attachment.livejournal.com]

Chidori had no interest in the library--the light in the Sun Room was much better, and she hadn't finished her drawing of Tartarus during breakfast. Finding a quiet place to sit was difficult with the crowding of the room, but Chidori was quite good at ignoring the noise going on around her when she was drawing--this was no worse than the Port Island station, after all.

Now, if only she could have some peace to finish her drawing in, without interruptions from strange flirty boys.

[free]

[notmyfather.livejournal.com]

Valyn had little interest in the library. He was now too anxious to pay attention to much of anything. He was going to see his doctor today, thank the ancestors. He felt a spike of internal shame at that thought, but he couldn't help it. Never in his life had he had an impartial individual who would simply listen to him. Denelor had come close, he supposed, but Denelor had been far more paternal that objective.

He took himself to the Sun Room instead, settling in on a chair and tucking his legs up underneath him. He scanned the room for his cousin, growing more and more concerned with each passing shift. He was sure Shadow was about somewhere, but on the heels of Shana's disappearance....

[mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com]

[from the library]

Sheena was quite proud of herself for not only getting a few really good teasings in at Raine, but that she'd successfully managed to guarantee that the half-elf would stay there once the ninja had left. This made it so she could talk to the guy that had his head in her friend's lap without Raine immediately trying to kill her.

The man in question, pretty hot for an elf, was sitting by himself looking around. Okay, so he didn't look quite okay, but this place tended to do that to people, she'd learned. Sheena went over to him and plunked herself on the floor by his chair.

"Hey there!" Okay, okay, so maybe she was being a little bubbly. "I'm Sheena," she said with a smile. "What's your name?"