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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[innovator-skuld.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, sorry for the delay!]

Skuld glanced over; didn't recognize him. Did he know who she was, though? The problem with being a high-profile goddess...

Belldandy's influence had her simply saying, "Good morning." She'd let him take it from there.

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

Depth Charge looked up at her, head to one side. So much for peace. But maybe that was a good thing- whatever the human had to say was bound to be less miserable than what he would think, should he be left to his own devices. And he was already getting pretty slagging sick of being miserable all the time.

He gave a short, bitter laugh. “Is it? Could’ve fooled me.”

[innovator-skuld.livejournal.com]

Skuld shrugged and muttered, "Habit."

After a few moments, she looked at him. "Are you new here?" Not that many people seemed to really adjust to this place.

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

"New enough. This is day three." Depth Charge paused for a moment, looking thoughtful. Just how long had the rest of the prisoners here been trapped? The bulletin board seemed to indicate that they 'disappeared' on a regular basis, but for all he knew there were still people who'd been stuck in this slag-pit for months. Not a happy thought. "What about you?"

[innovator-skuld.livejournal.com]

"I got here... nine days ago," Skuld said with a sigh. And what had she done? Made weapons and talked to people, but that couldn't be all she was supposed to be doing. Maybe she should track down Winry.

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

Nine days, huh? Depth Charge folded his arms, eyes narrowing a touch at the thought of having to spend another six days here. Slag, he was already cracking like an overly-hysterical egg in a vice, and all just from realising that X wasn't...

No. He wasn't going to dwell on it. He wouldn't let himself. Better to focus on something else- like that sigh the girl had given. Sounded like someone wasn't too happy either. "You okay?"

[innovator-skuld.livejournal.com]

I am so sick of getting asked that. "Who here is?" Skuld shot back, glaring. "We've all got our powers reduced practically to nothing, trapped here for who knows why and who knows how long, and we can't count on anything."

It seemed that even a goddess got cranky if she didn't get enough sleep for days on end.

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

Depth Charge didn't flinch. Probably, he reasoned, because he would have said exactly the same thing. There wasn't a single thing she'd said that wasn't the truth. But knowing that didn't stop the flush of irritation.

"Tch. Forget I asked," he answered in a tone sharp enough to sever steel, eyebrow raised ever so slightly. So much for trying this time, huh?