Day 39: Sun Room

[thatdamnedninja.livejournal.com]

That really hadn't been the breakfast she'd been expecting, but Yuffie couldn't bring herself to complain. The kid made for good company, and was, if nothing else, pretty entertaining. She could've just done without the whole choking thing. That… That had been embarrassing. A bit. Okay, a lot. Yuffie was starting to get a feeling that this day was -- for once-- actually going to ping on her ‘interesting!’ meter.

Whether or not that was a good thing, she didn’t know.

By the time she’d reached the Sun Room's bulletin board, a kitten on her shoulder and a pen twirling between her fingers, Yuffie was starting to put her finger on why she had that weird, nagging feeling. Though on second thought, it was less like putting her finger on it and more like it had jumped up and punched her right in the nose; the feeling wasn’t just about waffles, magicians, or tricky candy thieves. Sagara hadn't answered her bulletin post; he hadn't answered any bulletin posts. She hadn't seen that stupid, spiky head of his all morning. It was like radio silence without a radio.

Agai-- No, Yuffie cut herself off sharply, frowning. She was just jumping to conclusions. It wouldn't be the first time, right? Right! And yet… instincts were instincts for a reason, and in a dump like this, who knew what could happen?

[for Okita?]

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[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

Things were looking up for Porky. After all, he had not only had his first meal in thousands of years, and an all-pork meal, at that, but Porky had also been reunited with his most powerful servant! If this meant anything, it meant that Landel was far less intelligent than Porky had initially thought. If he didn't see the risk in joining together Porky and his right-hand man, then he was a fool! All that was left to do for Porky now was to wait while the Commander recruited new members of the Pigmask club. With the Commander doing all the work (which was often the case), Porky could finally relax.

He sat down on one of the chairs in the Sun Room and watched the other patients amble about. Now was a good time for Porky to be scoping out the other patients. Just because the Commander would be doing most of the work didn't mean that Porky couldn't do his part of the process, especially if it meant Porky would just be lounging about.

[oldest-man.livejournal.com]

There were far too many teenagers about, Methos had decided. Better than half the people he'd encountered during the past several days would have been too young to so much as buy a drink in a number of nations. It was disturbing, certainly, but it was frustrating as well. There was only so much to be said to people not yet out of adolescence. And so, in subconscious defiance, he found himself gravitating toward what looked like the oldest person in the room.

"Would you mind?" he asked politely, using his closed journal to gesture to the chair across from the one Porky had claimed.

[stalksperverts.livejournal.com]

From breakfast to the Sun Room and Kio wanted out of the stupid wheelchair already. His nurse, however, seemed to believe that the chair contained magical healing powers and he would somehow leap out of it and become Wonder Kio, Master of the Universe. Sou-chan could be the morose sidekick and Ritsuka would make a cute butler. Dragging that part of his mind out of the gutter, Kio found himself deposited by one of the couches.

He brushed off his nurse's motherly affection and instead moved himself from the chair to the sofa. He wasn't an invalid! Glaring up at her until she finally left, he opened his notebook and started drawing again. They were daft scribbles, but it would help to pass the time.

[hangenki.livejournal.com]

"DIBS!" Kaoru shouted at nobody, dropping himself into the wheelchair so quickly that it scooted back and almost tipped over. This was so cool. Like, seriously cool. He was glad he didn't NEED one, sure, but...oh man, where the hell was his brother, they had to play!

He put his hands on the inner wheel and pushed himself forward, making a happy sound. Awesome. So awesome. It moved! He experimented with a turn, laughing to himself, before he looked up at the owner.

"Er...sorry. You don't mind do you? I won't break it, I swear!"

[overdoingit.livejournal.com]

So far, Cross was gaining very little ground over the crashing wave of confusion he'd been facing since the night before. Here, though, it looked as if he might be given a chance to simply sit and contemplate things for a while - perhaps watch some of the other occupants of this place.

...Or take a nap. The sofas were looking mighty comfortable, and sleeping in the midday was something that the angel excelled at. He picked one out at random, laying across it on his stomach with his head in folded arms. Maybe after he slept a bit he'd have a clearer head to face the rest of the day.

A small weight on the lower portion of his back brought to his attention the room's non-human occupants. One of the cats had decided to situate itself there, and he suffered through a few digs with its claws until it was laying how it wanted. He figured he should probably remove it, in the event that he rolled over, but decided not to. It wasn't as though he moved much in his sleep to begin with.

He'd nodded off within a matter of seconds.

[Here, can has roomie? :3 ]

[buteo-sapiens.livejournal.com]

[Ack, hit post too early! Sorry!]

Tobias let himself be taken away from Dairine-- he didn't want to draw attention to himself by putting up a fuss-- and was taken into the previous room, looking around curiously.

There was a skylight, well above his head, and the room itself was fairly open-- aside from the crowdedness of having a heck of a lot of people.

A lot of which were... clustered around a bulletin board? He thought that was what it was, and for a moment thought about how, if he'd had his real eyes back (not these wimpy human things), he could have read it from over here...

No. He's told himself that he wouldn't think about that yet, and he wasn't going to-- breaking down in public was definitely attention-drawing. So, instead, he promised himself that he'd take a look later, glancing around for a quieter place to settle, away from all these people.

No place was completely quiet, but there was a spot over there, where there was just some kid with (bleached?) white hair (actually, a lot of people had dyed hair, he realized, looking around some more) sleeping on the couch, a cat curled up on his back.

Well, no one would probably bother him over there, so he went over, and sat on the floor, and people-watched, curiously.

[fencing-captain.livejournal.com]

Lucky for the nurse, it was the Head Doctor's voice that woke Juri up. She threw her arm over her eyes, and tried to figure out why she was here in a strange bed again and not outside running as far away as possible. She was prepared to think about the puzzle for as long as necessary. What the man said didn't make any sense to her. Mental health? What was he going on about?

She stood up to shake the wrinkles out of this drab uniform and straighten her hair. Looking through the desk, she realized she didn't have a hairbrush or even a comb. Not even a mirror. Two desks. Two beds. Two closets. The same room as the one she'd woken up in before or one very much like it. No roommate in evidence, though perhaps the other person had gone to breakfast. Juri didn't mind missing a meal. She did mind missing a chance to clean up. She wasn't particularly hungry, but where was this Sun Room the man mentioned. She tried the door, which now was locked.

Frustrated, she sat back at the desk and put pen to paper in the notebook there. Nothing much so far, just a list of what was wrong with her room. She heard the key in the lock announcing the entrance of a nurse, who smiled at her.

"Miss Belhomme," the nurse said cheerily.

"Who?" Juri asked with a stern frown. "You must have the wrong room. That's not my name."

Her tone was so authoritative and scornful that the nurse, used to such protests from patients, checked her chart and the room number. "No dear," she said, more sadly now, "I haven't. You missed breakfast, but there's no need for you stay cooped up in here all morning. I can show you the Sun Room."

Juri was willing to follow her for that. She wanted to see this Sun Room, too. This was definitely not the same room as before she noted as they walked, but the halls looked the same. They walked to the front exactly to the point where Juri had gone one way to find her way outdoors, and the nurse turned the opposite way.

"This is the Sun Room where most of our patients lounge between planned activities. Why don't you make some friends?" She led Juri to a couch and made her sit, then wandered off supposedly to find someone to talk to her. Juri jumped back to her feet. Still frowning, she looked around the entire room, trying to note the people as much as the place. Many doors led off from here, and there was indeed sunlight, streaming in from skylights two stories above, not from windows as she'd thought likely when she first heard the name.

This was no variant of Ohtori. It didn't even seem the architectural style of the nearby town. Nothing at all was familiar. Juri fumed.

[for Utena]

[revolutionise]

After she had finished talking with Seiya at breakfast, Utena had spent the rest of breakfast going back and forth from the cafeteria to the bulletin board a few times, and once requested to go back to her room to retrieve the notebook in her drawer. When the nurses weren't watching, Utena had copied down as much of "M.E." and others' important information as quickly as she could.

By the time the change in shift was announced, she was still in the Sun Room, finishing up the last of her notes and replying to a few more messages. There was one from someone named Armand, and he was talking about Himemiya being hurt, which worried her to no end. She was tempted to just wait by the board and see if Himemiya or the mysterious Armand would come to answer, but her nurse intervened. "Yomi, you'll never make good friends if you spend all your time communicating on paper," she told Utena with a chirpy laugh. "Come over this way, sit down. Perhaps you can talk with Penny here? She's only just arrived last night, same as you! I'm sure you'll have a lot to talk about."

When Utena turned to see who this "Penny" person was, she gasped slightly. Juri was here too? She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. On the one hand, it was relieving to see someone else she knew, but on the other, the fewer people trapped here, the better.

Her nurse looked at her quizzically, asking if something was the matter. Utena looked back to the nurse, then waved her hand a bit in embarrassment. "Ah, no, nothing's wrong. Just thought she looked like someone I knew," she explained. The nurse nodded, then left her to sit alone with Juri.

"Um, hi Juri," said Utena, an awkward smile on her face. "I'd say this is a weird situation to meet in, but . . . Yeah." She laughed shortly, putting a hand behind her head. Considering the already strange circumstances they knew each other under, Landel's Institute was only a few steps above what they were already used to. "She said you've been here since last night too? Sorry, I must have missed you. Did you end up getting very far?"

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

Armand didn't mind missing breakfast all that much. They seldom had porridge for breakfast. He didn't dwell on regretting it, since lunch couldn't be that far away now. He left a few notes on the board, and skulked about the Sun Room until people started filtering in from the cafeteria. Last night had been frustrating, but he was going to get to talk to Alec, and hopefully Citan and TK would see his note by the end of the day. There was always another night.

To his tentative delight, Anthy had agreed to speak to him. He worried a little that it would go badly, but how much worse could it be than what she'd already said? At least, this way he'd get an explanation, and he'd be able to see her face as she said it. And perhaps, she'd see in his that he honestly just wanted to be a friend to her. Distrust was too much the currency of social intercourse here at Landel's Institute. Who better to try to mend that now than a man who couldn't lie?

[for Anthy]

[iamyourflower.livejournal.com]

This morning's notes had been far too confusing for Anthy, and she still burned with embarassment at having mistaken the events of the night before. It seemed even more anticlimatic than she'd anticipated; not being devoured by the Utena image, and even more awkward by that Utena being possibly real, albeit wiped clean of memory. Perhaps she had assumed too much benevolence of this institutuion. It would have been merciful to torment and quickly kill Anthy, who had sinned- who had earned it. It was simply grotesque to drag in good hearted innocents like Utena and Armand and subject them to the same punishments. She hadn't the nerve to admit that the stress and despair of this frustratingly senseless prison had driven her to horrible thoughts; old habits of vindictive malevolence. A kind married man was far too easy to hurt; to drag down.

Hands folded in front of her, she saw Armand and approached him. She had only meant to protect him from being harmed by her, but that was just what she had done.

There were some who simply drew destruction to themselves. It was unavoidable.

[full-score.livejournal.com]

It'd been strange, but on the way out of the cafeteria, Claude thought he'd caught sight of a familiar face. But just as suddenly, he'd lost sight of them in the crowd of people. Unfortunately, it would have been impossible to go looking for them, especially since he couldn't quite place who it was he had seen in the first place.

It's probably just my mind playing tricks on me, he silently said to himself.

He did his best to shake it off as his nurse escorted him into the sun room. Claude had been certain that he was going to go to therapy today, but when he asked her, she only regarded him with a curious expression.

"Oh, you mean with Dr. Sohma?" She frowned a little. "I'm sorry, Thomas, didn't someone tell you? He's not working at the Institute anymore."

Claude hadn't expected to hear that. "What? But why?"

"These things just happen sometimes," the nurse sight before patting him on the shoulder. "Don't worry -- we'll arrange another doctor for you if we feel you need more therapy."

"But I don't want a new doctor!" Claude replied, frustration creeping into his voice. He knew he was probably sounding childish at this point, but he had a present he needed to deliver for Kagura. Dr. Sohma was her cousin! If he wasn't at the Institute, then where was he? "I have to at least contact him..."

"I'm afraid there isn't anything I can do about that," the nurse told him. Then, in an obvious effort to change the subject, she steered him toward one of the couches. "Why don't you sit here and enjoy the sunshine, Thomas? I'm sure that'll cheer you up!"

She sat him down before quickly heading off. All Claude could do was fold his arms and frown to himself as he leaned back against the cushions. Was Dr. Sohma really gone? He couldn't understand why he would have left...unless something happened to him.

What was he going to tell Kagura?

Sighing to himself, he sat and watched the other patients as they slowly started filling the room.

((For Asch!))

[remnantsofflame.livejournal.com]

"Seeing your doctors," the intercom had said. Wasn't that lovely. Asch was actually almost grateful that he wasn't included on the list of so-called patients who had to see some kind of crackpot doctor today. That was just about the last thing he needed.

He was still thinking about the conversation with Guy. What was he supposed to do? Should he ask Guy to team up with him? Well, that wasn't really his style. He figured if Guy was interested, he'd say something. Chances were, the blond didn't want much to do with him. Last he'd checked, Guy hated him. He wasn't Luke anymore, but in his mind that didn't change the situation. Anyway, he wasn't that stupid replica, so it seemed less people would have an interest in him - Guy included. That thought always made him bristle internally.

The only person that hadn't ever chosen that dreck over him...was Van. Van, who he hated more than he could have possibly hated anyone else. Van, whose ambitions had seemed to make total sense to him. Van, who he'd have followed blindly if he hadn't discovered the truth by some accidental twist of fate.

What an idiot he'd been, his whole life. No wonder that dreck was so useless. He was Asch's replica, after all, and Asch had proved to himself time and time again that he was an idiot.

He'd have preferred to have avoided ever seeing anyone from home again. It would have been easier that way. He could have gone back to forgetting who he'd once been and worked on getting the hell out of this nightmare and...doing something else with this second life he'd been given.

He sighed and pushed his hair back out of his face. He couldn't keep thinking like this. Not only was it annoying - it wasn't getting him anywhere. He decided to forget about Guy, and about 'home', for the time being.

He wasn't feeling particularly social, so he settled for standing around near the wall and trying to ignore everyone around him. He wondered if he'd be able to sneak out of here and go back to his room, just to mull over a few things. He also had some more questions for Mello. While he wasn't sure he really wanted to talk to Mello, at least he seemed like he knew something. He might end up being helpful after all.

[I tried to get him to interact. He refused. SORRY, feel free to confuse him now!]

[godforsaken]

Despite having to endure Anise's high-pitched, sorry excuse for a voice Sync had a good time ruffling the other teen's feathers, especially when it was so easy to get her all riled up in the first place. However, he was going to have to find new things to tease, otherwise all the fun in making her mad would drain out quick.

The God-General quietly followed his nurse out of the Cafeteria, quickly taking his spot next to the bulletin board before asking the woman for a paper and pen. While he'd glanced at the bulletin here and there over the past few days, Sync figured now was as good a time as any to see if anyone slipped up some useful information. He was particularly interested in finding out more about the basement, but he wasn't going to ask for it straight up if he didn't have to. The last thing he'd want was for anyone to come with him and slow him down.

And so there Sync sat, quietly reading over both the useful and useless notes. He briefly wondered for a moment if he should ask more info about these 'clubs', though that thought abruptly ended with a snort.

[free]

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

[Mind if I jump in?]

Blitzwing had been glad to see Breakfast over, even if he hadn't had much chance to eat. He'd been eating fairly well since waking up here, and it seemed unlikely that skipping a single meal would do his human body any harm. It seemed far more important that Lugnut had finally eaten something, and it had been all Blitzwing could do to keep himself from leaping across the table and hugging his wingmate in joy. And it hadn't just been the Maximal's presence that prevented him; if Lugnut realized just how low the odds of Blitzwing abandoning him actually were, he might have turned right back around and gone back to starving himself, and they couldn't have that.

Of course, keeping himself under that tight a leash wasn't easy, and by the time Blitzwing reached the Sun Room he was about ready to start chewing the walls, just to have some kind of outlet. The message he left on the bulletin board was rather more brusque than strictly necessary as a result, though the foolish "lady" who kept harassing him had entirely brought his waspish replies on herself. At least now he had the information he needed; but he felt exhausted already, and it was still morning! Stupid weak human bodies!

With a frustrated growl, Blitzwing dropped down next to some human, keeping close to the bulletin board in case any other humans felt like volunteering useful information. Finally relaxing his metaphorical hold on himself, he immediately turned and gave the human a curious look. He didn't know this one; not too surprising, since he knew hardly anyone here! Maybe he should do something to fix that...

[tony-castaway.livejournal.com]

Tony had never been sick an actual day in his life, but waking up so obviously late for breakfast after a night that had felt truncated made him feel vaguely queasy. Just as well he wouldn't have to face food until lunch. It looked like Kvothe was still sleeping, so Tony quietly collected his notebook and pen and hoped the nurse would let him out soon. He didn't want to stay stuck in here until another meal.

A few minutes of almost comic pantomime later, he occupied a chair in a warm spot of the Sun Room. Tony settled down to try to write a few notes. He kept his ears open for anything interesting happening. For the first time, he noticed a few cats lounging around. He didn't try to get one's attention, but just seeing them made him think of Tia, and he smiled. It was better to think she was alright than worry too much.

[free]

[forgot-my-life.livejournal.com]

"Well Alan. You've been very good these past few days," the horrific woman chirped at him. Takaya glared. "But I think that attitude of yours could do with some adjusting." As she led him into the Sun Room, she bent and scooped up one of the cats walking around and held it out to the teenager.

"I don't fucking want-" She waved him off with a shake of her head and pressed the kitten into his hands, causing it to squeak softly. The teenager held it protectively to his chest and just gave the nurse his best glare.

She didn't seem fazed at all and directed him over to a seat. "You be good now. We'll be keeping an eye on you," she said before walking away. Muscle jumping in his jaw, Takaya watched her go, oblivious to both Tony beside him and his hand absently petting the now purring kitten curled in his arms.

[contentincloset.livejournal.com]

He didn't know what shift it was, but the drugs were being "kind" enough to let the Ninja know that he was being moved from wherever they'd had him. The hallways spun, and he knew they'd stopped him a time or two with their false concern and stupid questions...! Who the hell would be all right after realizing his arm was gone?! Or after being poked with all those drugs they had kept giving him. The humiliation of losing a limb was enough without them!

When things finally stopped spinning and the people went away, Kurogane was in the Sun Room, left to himself on a couch. He let his head lean back against the cushions to ease the spinning, but that only let his anger come boiling back up. He shook a bit, grit his teeth hard and let his only remaining hand clench tightly, until the fist eventually slammed the armrest. "Dammit...!"

[to be scolded by Fai]

[not-rly-fai.livejournal.com]

He hadn't seen a note from Shiki yet on the bulletin. What was more, he couldn't sense any of her magic. Yuuhi was startled to realize he couldn't sense Orihime's either. Both were just gone as though they'd never been here, and he'd no idea if they were simply too far for him to reach, some new experiment, or dead. It was not knowing that was the worst.

The thought might not have been as devastating as when they'd lost Sakura, but it still left him with a sense of loss and helplessness and guilt. He didn't have to ask why bad things always seemed to happen to the people around him, that much he already knew. He shouldn't have gotten involved. He shouldn't have gotten attached. He knew that and he still let it happen.

Yuuhi wondered if the nurse would just let him go back to his room for a while if he said he wasn't feeling well. Socializing in the Sun Room just didn't sound all that appealing. He wasn't sure how well he could keep up his usual facade with the news hanging over his head.

The nurses, however, were not so easily persuaded. They were sure he could get just as much rest in the Sun Room and wouldn't it be better in there than in a dark little room? He started over to check the bulletin, even though he knew there wouldn't be anything from the girls, partly out of habit, partly because his heart didn't want to believe it, even if his mind already knew it was true.

What he saw on his way over though, was enough to stop him in his tracks. Kurogane was all bandaged up and missing an arm. What had happened?! It was Kurogane! He was supposed to be strong and invincible and...

Yuuhi's hands balled up into fists at his sides and he grit his teeth. Why hadn't Kurogane answered the bulletin post? He knew Kurogane had seen it! But no, instead of that, he'd decided not to tell anyone as he ran off and did something so dangerous he lost one of his arms! Broken bones could mend, cuts would heal, and bruises would eventually go away, but an arm couldn't just be replaced!

First the girls and now this? He wanted to be angry, to lash out, but he couldn't even find the words. He could feel tears beginning to threaten, but he only clamped down harder, willing them away before they had a chance to start. Wordlessly, he sat down next to the angry ninja, hands knit tightly and arms resting on his knees as he leaned forward, much of his face obscured by blond hair.

"Where did you go?" he asked quietly. What happened? Why wouldn't you tell us? He wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer, but he had to fill the silence with something.

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

So. Lust might go find something to drink with him and Reno. And maybe Elena. Shit, would that look like a double date? What it was only Reno and him and Lust? Would she feel threatened. Hell no, she didn't have the air of a gentle and delicate flower. She could probably handle two guys. In all senses.

Shit.

Well, he wasn't going to waste so much booze on bombs now. Maybe a capful. The rest was going to be put to better use now.

He had to speak to Reno. Except...it was always easier when Reno had just seen this shit go down and come to tease Rude. He'd tease, but he'd also give some damn good advice and help him out, you know? It was way more awkward having to ask outright. He prefered to make it look like he was just grudgingly accepting Reno's help, even if they both knew that was bullshit.

Anyway. Matters at hand. He'd spied Elena with Reno so...Elena was alive but he had no idea what was going to go off between her and Reno. Other than that, he'd posted on the board again for scientists and shit. It was looking like it might be another sissy group thing, but whatever. Others were taking leads, so he'd leave it to them.

[brightlyshine.livejournal.com]

Elena had only needed a little bit of help from getting to the cafeteria to the sun room, already in a much better mood about things. Even if she wasn't sure everything about Reno was resolved, he didn't seem to be angry at her.

Except now she had her other partner to deal with, and she hoped that Rude would be forgiving too. She spotted him rather easily, and made sure she ended up going in his direction. The couch felt wonderful after the uncomfortable cafeteria seats, and she waited until she was properly situated and not in quite so much pain before giving the man her complete attention.

"Thank you for last night." She bowed her head in slight embarrassment, kind of waiting to be reprimanded.

[ruthless-hunter.livejournal.com]

Well, breakfast had certianly been... informative. From what he gathered so far, the nurses could restrain you, and something happened at night. He would have to ask someone about that later. As for eating, Lockdown didn't think he would ever get used to chewing and swallowing solid matter.

The Sun Room was nothing special, from what Lockdown observed. Most of it was just furniture. Most humans were either relaxing, napping, or talking to each other. The white-clad staff stood watch, just like in the refuling room. Lockdown did not like being watched every minute of the cycle, but if what Crawford had said about them was true, Lockdown knew he had to be a good bot.

He walked over to an empty chair and sat down in it. After everything that had happened since this morning was quite overwhelming, and he could use a little relaxation.

[Free]

[spandexorgtfo.livejournal.com]

[Hope you don't mind]

Kratos had overslept, badly. He hadn't even done anything last night at the clinic to merit such a waste of time. Frankly, it did not make sense, but who was he to start questioning his internal clock?

His nurse had led him to the Sun Room and given him a gentle shove toward someone- "someone new", she said. Kratos wasn't much in the mood for arguing, so he obliged her, partially to make her leave.

"Sorry," he muttered as he slid into a chair near the other man.

[fyeonly.livejournal.com]

Morning hadn't brought any revelations or clear directions, as Naomi had rather childishly hoped. It only brought another day of the facade.

She kept to herself through breakfast, not wanting to talk with or to anyone. She knew she supposedly had 'commitments', but how deep did they really go now? Not all that deep at all, really. She wasn't obligated to anyone but herself at this point.

Her mouth tasted bitter as she curled up in one of the Sun Room's comfortable chairs, tucking her knees up under her chin and staring upwards through the high ceiling.

Now what? She'd thought it last night and she thought it again now. She wasn't the sort to just give up, though she wondered if maybe she would have had this all happened sooner. But she wasn't about to give up. People lost people all the time here, it wasn't anything special.

That didn't make things any easier, however.

But moping and fretting wasn't going to get anything done. Naomi sighed and took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind. What she needed now was a plan, and some solid - and trustworthy - allies. Those were the important things.

There just wasn't any time for proper mourning in a place like this.

[free]

[sheisthecause.livejournal.com]

Meche was growing increasingly concerned. Maybe it had been silly to expect them to hand Manny over just like that, but they had told her he'd be back today. Hadn't they? She was sure she remembered that. The events between eating dinner and guarding the door were strangely hazy, but that wasn't the kind of thing she'd forget.

She kept her eyes open as the nurse wheeled her chair into the Sun Room. With any luck, she'd be able to catch a glimpse of him--but luck wasn't on her side. The nurse wheeled her to the bulletin board at her request and then left, abandoning Meche to a boardful of messages that weren't from Manny. There was a post that must be asking about her behavior last night, but she didn't want to respond. At least not yet.

Brainwashed. Had she been brainwashed? The question was a terrible one. When she thought back to last night, she heard herself saying things--especially to those poor kids--that she certainly wouldn't say today. But then, considering the stakes...

Surely they hadn't been lying to her. Not after all that.

She didn't want to think about it, and she really didn't want to justify herself to anyone else right now. Instead, she maneuvered the wheelchair--not exactly an easy task, with her right hand incapacitated--over to one of the chairs, where a woman who must be about her age was staring up at the ceiling. She looked a bit like Meche felt--good company for a time like this.

"Would you mind if I joined you?" she asked the other woman quietly. "A little company might help."

[trapdetected.livejournal.com]

[free.]

Breakfast eventually came to an end, which meant her conversation with Leon had to do the same as well. She got a few more things out of it, but nothing more; somewhere, there had to be... but where? Was all their most needed information as well hidden as thought, or was it as plain as day, right in front of their faces? Naoto wasn't being escorted very far from the cafeteria, but that didn't keep her from eying everything thoughtfully, from objects that may have stuck out to people who could or could not be suspicious.

"-- and since you don't have therapy today," the nurse from before continued on, and Naoto couldn't say she had caught the first bit of what she started with, if she had been talking this entire time. "you'll be able to spend some time in here, instead. So why don't you relax here for a while." The woman gestured to one of the various open spots to pick with a soft smile on her face-- a deceivingly genuine one, at that, or so it felt. "Is there anything else you need?"

With a pause, Naoto considered. "Yes, there is," she answered. "There was an empty notebook in my room. I would like if you could bring that to me."

The nurse eyed her as if it were an odd request, but with a nod, she obliged. "Of course, dear. Sit somewhere and wait a moment, and I'll be right back."

Naoto didn't have much of a preference when it came to doing so; thanks to all the windows, everywhere was bright, every chair and sofa were more or less the same, and it didn't feel busy enough to be disturbed. The nearest spot on a sofa was taken, and in the time she was waiting, she watched-- namely the people, and especially the ones who were the so-called staff for the institute. They accompanied patients or went to-and-fro, performing tasks as if this were the real thing. It was almost disturbing how perfect this set-up was, now that she was seeing it for herself.

Lost in her thoughts, it felt like she hardly had to wait at all. In seemingly no time the nurse returned, producing the empty notebook-- and naturally, something to write with-- Naoto had asked for. Nodding her head in thanks, once the woman departed, she went straight to work on her first task: jotting down everything she had learned so far, all the notes, even the most trivial piece of information she found relevant to what she wanted. Once she did that, maybe she could make sense of something.

[thyapocalypse.livejournal.com]

[Mind if a Van crashes in?]

Van followed the nurse, not questioning about the 'Sun Room' to which he was being led. He still wasn't sure how he had found himself in a hospital or what reason 'Michael Roe' was to be here, but it seemed that he would simply have to play along to find out what exactly was going on.

"Here we are, Mr. Roe." The nurse said, almost a little too pleasantly. "Why don't you take a seat somewhere and relax? Maybe even make a new friend?"

He simply gave her a polite smile and a "Thank you," before he turned away to look over the room. It all seemed innocent enough. The large windowed ceiling allowed the sun's ray to light the room, and the walls were decorated with various harbor images. He went closer to one of the paintings, trying to see if there was anything he recognized in them. If these were pictures of a nearby port, then it would give him an idea of where he was.

Unfortunately, he didn't recognize any of it. The boats weren't of any type he had seen before and there was no indication as to what country it was located in. He could be in Kimlasca or Malkuth for all he knew. This wouldn't help at all.

Frowning deeply, he turned to look toward the center of the room. There were chairs and sofas placed all along the room, with many others dressed in the same flimsy hospital clothes he was wearing. Some were speaking with each other, and others were sitting alone. There didn't seem to be any real options at the moment, he might as well join in some of the socialization and see if there was anything he could find out about this place.

He took some time to move around the chairs, seeing if there was anyone that seemed likely to tell him anything, until he spotted a young boy writing in a notebook.

Van smiled, looking as non-threatening as he could when he approached. "Are you a writer?" he asked in a soft voice, attempting to feign interest. It seemed like a safe enough question to start with, and he could guide the conversation later if there were any hints that the boy knew something helpful.

[winged_moon]

By the time breakfast was over Yue was convinced: it really was Touya here. He wasn't sure whether to be pleased or not, however, by this, even setting aside the fact that it couldn't be a pleasant thing for him to also be trapped in a place like this. On the one hand, he had someone here who not only could be trusted, but who also provided a constant living reminder that his life back in Tomoeda wasn't false.

On the other, though, this was Touya. He'd clearly already realized that something was wrong, and Yue wasn't pleased at the idea of him finding out just exactly what had happened to them in the past week. Not only was he weak and almost useless, not only was his pride nearly shattered, but he'd also failed several times in his promise to keep Yukito safe. And he had, in fact, at one point deliberately forgotten it.

Yue moved automatically into the Sun Room when escorted away, and found a quiet corner away from the others already present. There he stood with arms (carefully) folded across his chest, staring out at nothing in particular as he resumed his brooding in a new location. As things stood, he didn't particularly want to face Touya, and yet had no choice.

It's all right, Yukito murmured, trying to be reassuring even if his other self wasn't at all interested in being soothed. He would understand if you told him. There's no reason to worry so much about it.

Though he didn't deign to answer as such, Yue immediately rejected that idea, reflected in the way his frown deepened and posture stiffened a little. He didn't know what he could do, though: he couldn't tell Touya, but it was inevitable that he would find out somehow. It wasn't a pleasant situation at all.

[free but grouchy]

[metamollusk.livejournal.com]

[frightened Spathi to a good home?]

Fwiffo didn't know whether to be angry with the Admiral for providing him with such a terrible scare at a time when he had some many other things to worry himself into a frenzy or about, or be grateful that he'd been given a little forewarning. Of course, it would have been just a little helpful if the Admiral had any idea whether his supposition was a solid fact. This was what came of mindlessly repeating hearsay; a few innocent words, and the next thing you knew, there was a riot!

If only Fwiffo could find an actual hunam to confirm it...But with the Captain missing, who could he trust? He didn't dare leave a note on the bulletin board asking about it; why leave himself open to pranksters? Even if it weren't true, there were no doubt scores of people here who would tell him it was, just for the cruelty of it. That death god, for instance, seemed a likely candidate.

It seemed the only thing to do was muster his courage and ask as many hunams as possible, in person: hopefully the odds would be on his side, and he'd somehow stumble across enough actual hunams willing to tell him the truth. And hopefully his heart wouldn't burst under the strain before he managed to discover that truth.

Wringing his hands and trembling with fear, Fwiffo approached the first hunam, a somewhat short, pale specimen of the male gender -- or so he seemed, anyway. In a quavering voice, Fwiffo asked, "Excuse me, I was wondering if you might assist me for a moment...?"

Hopefully the hunam, if hunam it was, wouldn't be offended by his intrusion.

[felled-hero.livejournal.com]

Well, while Hughes wasn't exactly out and running around at night anymore, at least things were getting done. And Celes was pretty good at running around, as far as he could tell. He figured he'd take a shift in the Sun Room, get some notes done, work out a few things that needed working out.

Which brought him to the note on the bulletin. He really had to recruit for the Cooking Club, but he didn't want to drop any alliances with the others. He knew he was more suited to getting people interested, and Celes was probably more used to these kinds of things. Diplomacy and all of that.

And he knew Celes would report back to him with everything he needed to know. So that was settled, then. And with luck, the Cooking Club would have some more members and be a little more productive come tonight.

[Free!]

[bored-todeath.livejournal.com]

Ryuk was starting to really hate this place. Sure it was more interesting than the Shinigami world but it was a damn sight more frustrating. Bastard bastard bastard staff.

And Mikami. The little worm. He was going to die. By Death Note or Ryuk's own hands and why did his face itch?! Ryuk rubbed it viciously as he was lead into the Sun Room.

The nurse let him go pretty quickly and he glared about for someone to harrass. Ok, Matsuda to harrass. But he saw a name that seemed familiar for some reason.

Maes Hughes. Maes...General or something.... The bulletin guy.

"Hey. You. Cooking Club, right?"

[oftemptation.livejournal.com]

Endrance's nurse lectured him on how little he had eaten as she escorted him into the Sun Room. None of the lecture stuck; he was too worried about things. AIs - no, computers - that weren't so nice or so friendly as the ones he had encountered. No one's familiarity with The World...at least not now. Apparently Atoli had been there, but not seen for some time...

He sighed deeply, again moving toward a window and staring outside listlessly. There was a visible courtyard, and he couldn't help thinking he would rather be there...

His thoughts were broken by a small meow, and a white kitten with dark-tipped ears, paws, and tail nuzzling his leg. Its appearance reminded him for a moment of the false Mia, but...no. This was just a kitten. He smiled down at it, gently stroking its cheek with one finger. It purred and hopped into his lap.

[Miku, I believe?]

[rope-victim.livejournal.com]

Miku had decided that breakfast was... well, it was a strange atmosphere, but at least she'd gotten to see Ritsuka. It would be better if she got a hold of him without Sousuke, someday. She was wheeled towards a window and half-listened to her nurse as she talked. Miku sighed to herself, waiting for her 'caretaker' to finish pushing her around.

"Why don't you talk to our new patient, Alice? Mm?" Her nurse patted the top of Miku's head and walked away, leaving the younger woman looking at her retreating back in surprise.

Ah, how awkward... Miku turned her attention back to Endrance and smiled politely. "Ah, good morning," she bowed her head, and ignored her protesting muscles.

[its-the-mileage.livejournal.com]

Indy had a lot to think about as he made his way (not without escort, of course) to the Sun Room, not least what these irritating yellow faces meant. Just a bizarre logo, or was it some sort of 21st-century religious or spiritual symbol? He kept forgetting to ask.

There wasn't a lot to do here but check the bulletin board again, so he headed there first. Most of the notes were either gibberish or directed at specific patients--par for the course around here, it seemed. Remembering "Nate"'s odd words at breakfast, he scanned the board briefly for any posts by that "Mellow" character, but didn't find any. What he did find was perhaps even stranger. What the hell did the incomprehensible responses to his request about the gun mean, and what was someone looking for in M17? From the note that had just been attached beneath his own, it sounded like one of the previous tenants had gone missing. He'd checked the room over pretty thoroughly the first night, but maybe it was worth a second look, just in case.

When he turned away from the board, he found he was still one of the first ones here; the room was just starting to fill up with other patients. Indy took a chair and waited for walking information to come to him.

[for Harvey Dent]

[dualistic]

Harvey had lucked out. Even though the cafeteria had been near-full with other people wearing gray shirts and sweats, none of the crazies had thought it was a good idea to sit by him. He figured his dazed expression and the bandages covering half of his face had been a turn-off, so for once his disfigurement had worked in his favor.

No, he wasn't being fair. He'd used it to his advantage before; it was great for intimidation.

A nurse (different from the one who'd injected him, but she was clued in enough to his behavior that she seemed wary) had come to collect him, chattering on about some "Sun Room" as she dragged Harvey along. His head was still muddled, but he was able to pick out words and take in his environment now. Not that he was sure he would be remembering any of this in a few hours.

The new room (had he passed through here before?) was already filling up, and there was a large congregation of nutjobs standing near a board on one side of the area. Harvey couldn't be bothered to wonder what had them so interested. Instead, he was focused on getting his head clear enough that he could break away from the nurse.

She was wise to his act, though, and tightened her hold on his wrist. "Now, Mr. Eckhart, we can't have you sitting on your own all the time! Don't you want to meet some new people?"

He wanted to respond with a resounding no, but the word wasn't forming in his mouth properly. Before he knew it, he'd been pushed into a seat near another man, and the nurse said something about "playing nice with Mr. Lucas" before walking off.

Harvey looked at the man, trying to will his vision to sharpen so he could get a better picture of the stranger. It only half-worked. He didn't say anything, not trusting himself to speak without sounding drunk yet.

Whoever was behind this was going to pay for lumping him in with these types.

[fourtharcana.livejournal.com]

OK, so that meeting with Mitsuru's roommate had gotten off to a rough start. But it had ended well, and it seemed there were others here familiar with the spells they could use. Akihiko decided this was a good thing, and shrugged off the remaining doubt about her weird food thing. So some people had strange diets. That wasn't his problem, and if Mitsuru could deal with the rest of S.E.E.S.? She could handle a roommate with little to no trouble.

Now, then, that boxing club idea that someone had...he'd asked his nurse on the way over, using the suggested excuse of therapeutic athletics, but she had shot the idea down faster than usual. Well, that didn't mean much. It just meant that things needed to be handled unofficially. He could do that.

He walked over to the bulletin board and began to compose a post asking for interest. It didn't matter if it was small; he could use a night or two every so often to really get into his training again. And hey, if it helped others learn some self-defense skills, so much the better.

[unknowingly waiting on a visit from Oz - er, for Scarecrow. :) ]

[scarefaux]

[Finally here. Sorry for the delay!]

Okay, new room! This one was much more interesting than the last, but no less crowded. Maybe this place wasn't so bad, aside from whatever it was that happened at night- the room was actually kind of nice and inviting. And it didn't smell as strange as the Cafeteria.

Th Scarecrow stretched, trying to relieve some tingly feeling he had in his shoulders. This enchantment was interesting (and he was thankful he had the ability to think without his brains because of it), but this body was still beyond his comprehension. Energy was at a low, which was definitely not normal for someone who liked to work. And he had this weird sensation going in his middle every few minutes. He'd have to put thought to that later. For now, he wanted to inspect this place a bit more. Things were starting to get interesting, now that he wasn't so concerned about his lack of brains.

Some sort of something on the wall was holding the attention of a few people, so he decided that was a good place to start. Notices were tacked to some sort of board- some of them addressed to specific people, while others were more general. Some of that writing was so tiny! He sidled next to a man about his height, accidentally bumping him as his ankle turned weirdly.

[gald_digger]

Nothing like a talk with Sync to get a girl's spirits down. Still, she had handled the boy's taunts a lot better than before. Sync had just been picking at old wounds to see which ones might open up. It was hard to think anyone could be that cruel, let alone someone with a face like his, but at least it was over now. Maybe it would be best to try and forget about the unpleasant encounter.

She couldn't forget his not-so-subtle threat, though... If Sync could find her at night, there was a chance she would end up like Guy and Claude did. The thought of anyone marring her pretty face like that made the girl shudder. Anise had to stay on her guard.

Once in the Sun Room, Anise made a beeline for the bulletin, immediately checking to see if there was any response from Ami. Nothing yet. It was a little early to get too worried, though. Ami probably went through a lot last night... it wouldn't be weird if she decided to sleep in.

Still no word from Ion, either... With how long it had been since she last saw the Fon Master awake, Anise wasn't sure if she could hope for a response today. For now, she needed to contact Guy and let him know what the situation was. Once she found herself some paper and a pen, she began to write a note addressed to 'Abyss Orange.'

[awaiting her prince ♥ or duke. same thing.]

[heliokleptic.livejournal.com]

Luke arrived in the Sun Room with a full stomach and a kind-of, sort-of, somewhat appeased sense of the situation. He still had way more questions than answers, and the extent to which he was out of his element was really only comparable to the time he'd suddenly been teleported to the other side of the world when he'd never even left the mansion before. ...Except now he had enough know how to appreciate his own ignorance. In a way he missed being the sort of person that could just cockily assume everything would go his way.

Sighing a little at himself as much as the situation, Luke tried to gather up his good spirits and scanned the Sun Room. Ed had told him there would be a bulletein here where he could post questions. It seemed nearly impossible that any of his friends would be here, but it was best to make completely sure anyway.

He spotted it, a large board with what seemed like hundreds of colorful notes attached to it, and immediately wondered how anyone would even see a message if he left it there. It was so overwhelming that it took him a moment to recognize the small, figure standing before it. It wasn't quite what he remembered, probably because she wasn't wearing pink, the drab clothes of this place almost completely masked her figure, but it was definitely... it had to be...

"A... Anise?"

[madeinthehrl]

Breakfast had gotten Soma no further than before as far as information about the institute was concerned, but at least she had a better idea of the political situation outside its walls thanks to Conklin. Not that any of it would be of any use at the moment.

Her nurse appeared again at the sound of the intercom and led her to the large room adjacent to the cafeteria. What had that been about 'mental health'? Something about the way that sounded suggested this was more than a mere case of mistaken identity gone wrong, and the notes on the bulletin board only confirmed her suspicions.

They thought she was someone she wasn't, but it was more complex than that; they also thought she was delusional. That she wasn't Soma Peries. That everything she had experienced was a silly little fantasy.

She seated herself on the nearest couch, back straight, and tried to contain her confusion and her growing anger.

[for Suzaku!]

[superdynamic.livejournal.com]

After that incredibly uncomfortable ending to an already tense conversation, Suzaku's nurse herded him into the Sun Room they'd passed through earlier. Glancing awkwardly back at Lelouch, Suzaku decided to let him go talk to other people and find some information on his own. At least Lelouch seemed to be holding up well in light of what Suzaku had told him.

Upon entering the room, he noticed something he hadn't before -- a bulletin board that the prisoners seemed to use to communicate. This was perfect. Among a bunch of notes from people contacting each other and making plans, there was a lot of information. Someone had put up an explanation of what was going on, and Suzaku's mind started to reel with what it revealed.

Was this really all true? He supposed he'd seen enough otherworldly things that the idea of alternate dimensions and other worlds shouldn't be too implausible, and it explained why people hadn't known who he was, but it all seemed so insane. There were people on here from the past, the future, other planets, people who weren't even human. He couldn't help wondering if there was a world where people lived without killing each other, where things were right and where Suzaku Kururugi and Lelouch vi Britannia wouldn't have had to become monsters.

It was useless wondering about those things, though. He was stuck in the world he was in. Or not, if this was some other world, but he had to go back and fix his own world. However ugly the task might be. In light of that, Suzaku made a mental note of all relevant information he could find. The patients were apparently already organized, but there seemed to be a lot of dissent and conflict within the general population. It was something that Zero could probably do something about, unfortunately. Suzaku spent some time trying to memorize the maps and lists of monsters before his nurse impatiently dragged him away and tried to get him to be social. Well, he needed to talk to other prisoners anyway, find out what they knew.

Suzaku approached a serious-looking young woman sitting by herself, figuring he might as well start anywhere. "Hello." He gave some faint approximation of a friendly smile. "Are you new here too?" Hopefully not; he needed to speak with some experienced patients.

[innovator-skuld.livejournal.com]

Skuld's head still hurt when she woke up; she moaned quietly, "Enough, already," as she pulled herself into a sitting position.

From the intercom, she could tell she'd missed breakfast... whatever. She realized after a moment that Sigel was in her lap; of course she was allowed to have her doll, but that was really not the issue. She quickly hid her under the covers and got up.

As much as she would have liked to ignore her nurse, she wasn't good at tuning people out unless she was working on something; consequently she was even more not happy by the time she could ditch her handler. While she knew she should post something on the bulletin, that could wait... when she got into the Sun Room she just curled up on a couch and looked around for someone she knew. Distractions were good.

[free!]

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

Blitzwing hadn't asked about X. Thank Primus. He could just have imagined the look on the 'con's face if he'd found out- and frankly, with the wound still as fresh as it was, Depth Charge didn't know if he'd have had the self-control required to hold himself back. What would he have done, anyway? Screamed at him? Attacked him? Maybe. But that wouldn't have been so bad. No, what he was afraid of was breaking down in front of them and, by the Pit, that seemed a pretty likely possibility. He'd done well so far, but that could have been down to his fatigue after last night's emotional explosion.

Slag, he was a wreck.

Well, at least the big lug was eating now. Depth Charge wasn't sure whether he should be celebrating or calling in a funeral director, since, essentially, that meant another Decepticon ready to tear out his spark if he trod on their toes. Still, Lugnut and Blitzwing didn't exactly seem too hostile towards him. He'd be okay for now.

Entering the Sun Room again he took up a seat opposite a young woman curled up on a sofa. Looked pretty down, too. He gave her a cursory nod as he settled into an armchair that was just that little bit too soft for his liking. Maybe she'd give him some peace.

[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

All things considered, that hadn't been as difficult as Javert had expected in some respects. Bonne had been willing enough to talk, and now Javert had enough information to work with, though he wasn't entirely sure how it would fit into the big picture yet. But that was where his interests lay, and he was already looking forward to figuring it all out.

There were only a few minor details to clear up, and he knew precisely where he could find the answers. Finding a couch near the door, he leaned back and watched the other patients arrive.

[janus-006.livejournal.com]

Alec had 'awoken' trying to scream with no air in his lungs, which came out as more of a strangled yell. It hadn't been gas, gas didn't take air, just made it unbreathable. Oh God, it had been like Arkangelsk all over again, the chemicals burning in the wake of the explosion, half his body literally on fire and the air turned to poison...

He thrashed around, falling out of bed. After disentangling himself from the sheets that he knew he'd never gotten under, he stood, shaking uncontrollably. "Fuck. Fuck!" He tried to take a deep breath, and succeeded. Whatever force had been trying to steal his air was gone. The ex-00 agent rubbed his throat uneasily. It would be a long time before he got over that.

The door opened, and he whirled around, still half-deranged from the terror of asphyxiation. The nurse took a startled step back, then smiled. "Ah, Mr. Dalton! You missed breakfast, I'm afraid - you were sleeping so soundly, we didn't have the heart to wake you. You're usually so restless."

Alec scowled. He didn't have time nor patience for this charade. Not today. He picked the sheets up and tossed them back onto the bed, then followed her out to the Sun Room, still mulling over the night's events and the depressing lack of progress. He could swear that he could hear Landel laughing at him.

Fuck this game, he thought as he entered the Sun Room.

[mitase.livejournal.com]

There wasn't anyone in the room that Hanatarou recognized, and even if he was feeling slightly more cheerful this morning that didn't mean he was feeling brave. He glanced around for a moment before perching somewhat uncertainly on the edge of one of the sofas, as though half worried that someone would appear and demand that he move.

He couldn't help but feel that there was something he was supposed to be doing, considering how many chores and the like he had back in Soul Society. Not that he particularly missed sewer-cleaning duty or anything, but after being busy all the time it was unnatural to do all this sitting around. Still, though, he couldn't think of anything else to do, so he just waited to see if someone he knew would show up (and hopefully that one-eyed man he met wouldn't).

[don't fear the reaper, Dean]

[kindalikedit]

"You still look out of sorts," Hello Nurse was saying. "But I think some rest in the Sun Room is just what you need, Eric."

Dean just made a distracted shrug. At least she didn't steer him all the way to one of the chairs and watch him sit down, like a kid; she eyeballed him, as if waiting to see if he'd fall over, but then took off. He probably still looked like hell, but some of the color to his skin was slowly starting to return, thanks to the breakfast he'd finally found an appetite for. Dean took the opportunity to start honing on their planned hunt for tonight, trusting Sam to get the rest of the stuff they'd need. It sucked he still didn't have Punk-Ass's name, but there was ways to go about getting it. The hunter hit up the bulletin board, leaving "Emily" to narrow down the suspect list and hopefully get a location out of the demon, if it bothered to show its face, or from any of the other patients who might be able to help.

With that done, Dean headed for one of the sofas, so beat it wasn't even funny. A kid was already sitting there on the edge like a wallflower, looking like the kid in the back of the class who just wanted to coast by a day of school without getting stuffed into lockers. Dean didn't ask to sit down - too friggen tired to be polite - and flopped down.

"Don't mind me," he said, but he managed to a lop-sided to grin to show him he wasn't planning to go stuffing him in any lockers. He adjusted his position, practically sprawling on the couch but not enough to go shoving the kid off of it.

[host-club-honey.livejournal.com]

Honey said his goodbyes to Tsubaki and wandered out into the Sun Room. It looked like Hika-chan... or was it Kao-chan? was having fun on someone's wheelchair. It was good to see him in such good spirits, whichever one it happened to be.

Taking a nap sounded really good though. He curled up on one of the empty couches with Usa-chan and tried to get comfortable.

[Ururu I think? For explosion of cute?]

[bewarethecute.livejournal.com]

Ururu wasn't sure if she felt better or worse after breakfast. She was happy that people seemed to be answering them, but at the same time, she didn't want Ken to get in trouble. She didn't really want to get in trouble either, but if given a choice, Ururu would rather it be her than him. Ururu liked Ken, and not just because he was her own age. The boy was smarter than she was, but they still thought the same, and that was kind of nice.

The nurses separated them after breakfast though, and Ururu wandered into the Sun Room. She caught a glimpse of Fai-san and Kurogane, but they looked like they were talking. It was hard to tell, since there were so many people there now, and that made it hard to see. Still, she managed to catch sight of something else interesting: a cute little boy hugging a rabbit. He looked to be her age too, so Ururu wandered over. Maybe she could make another friend.

"Um, excuse me?" Ururu hoped she wasn't bothering the boy too much. "I like your rabbit."

[per-ardua.livejournal.com]

The night had been relatively uneventful and Raine still overslept. When the nurse came, she asked about the library, but was told patients were expected to stay in the Sun Room right now.

Well. At least that would make finding people easy enough. Once there, she looked around for a certain ninja; she wasn't really angry anymore, and someone had to look out for her.

[For Sheena... at first.]

[mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com]

Sheena was in deep thought when she was herded into the Sun Room. Okay, so maybe she was in less deep thought and more worried about a certain youkai potentially following her. She thankfully escaped the cafeteria well before Yukari had even gotten done with whatever boy she was pestering.

Unfortunately, this distraction meant she didn't see Raine until it was too late. She froze upon finding the half-elf's eyes on her and then, without a word, turned away. She really was failing at her goals of hiding from Raine and Yukari. Damnit.