Day 39: Sun Room

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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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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!]

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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?"

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Hughes looked up and nodded. He wasn't exactly surprised when people he'd never spoken to in person identified him. Even with so many people now gone, he was still pretty well known.

"Yeah, Maes Hughes, that's me," he answered. "What can I do for you?

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Well, that solved the 'how the hell did you know my name' problem should it have come up. Of course...it could have been used to freak the guy out too, just in case. But whatever. Looked like an honest guy.

"You owe me an apple," he said, checking the man over on the off chance he just so happened to have one with him..

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Oh. That guy. Hughes sat back, one eyebrow lifted. The guy who'd been ridiculously unhelpful in getting any information on rooms they hadn't mapped yet.

"I don't think I owe you anything," he said, amiably. "I mean, usually when a guy owes another guy something, it's because there was an exchange of things. I don't remember you giving me anything I need to pay you for."

He hoped this wasn't going to turn into a big thing. He wasn't in the mood to get into some pissing contest with this guy.

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Ryuk sat down. This was gonna take a while and his head was feeling funny. Clearly it was frustration.

"Hey. I gave you information. You wanted to know if there rooms and monsters and I said yes." This guy was fussier than Light. Geez.

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"And like I said," Hughes said, his voice even and still relatively friendly, "I'm gonna need more specifics than that. I need to know what kind of monsters, what they looked like, how much damage they did. What's in the rooms, were they locked, how strong were they locked?"

That was what he needed, first and foremost.

[bored-todeath.livejournal.com]

Alright. Some creativity was needed. Of course, he couldn't help buy narrow his eyes menacingly at Mr Hughes while he lied. And the glare might distract the man while Ryuk tried to remember things he'd read and heard.

"Mixture. Some humanoid. They were stronger than the...zombie cats. And, er. A cloud thing. Didn't stick around long, you know? Doors. Most were easy to budge. Couple of locked ones. And...there was stuff, you know. Normal for a hospital."

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Hughes' eyebrow went higher. He noted the glare, but he wasn't an easy man to fool. The vagueness was a tactic he'd seen often - either there was something the man didn't want to tell him, or he was trying to make something up.

"Normal for a hospital, huh?" he folded his hands, head titled a little. "You didn't notice anything...interesting up there at all? Out of place or something like that?"

He'd get to the doors later.

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"Can't say I've hung around a lot of hospitals."

Time for the scare tactics?

"You may be human, but don't think we all are, buddy."