winged_moon: (yue manga :|)
winged_moon ([personal profile] winged_moon) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-02-26 01:27 pm

Day 39: Sun Room [Fourth Shift]

Yue was all too pleased to leave the cafeteria by the time lunch was over, even if he still wasn't satisfied that Fai was properly taking care of himself. It was clear that Touya hadn't accepted the answers he'd been given and intended to find out just what the guardian wasn't telling him, and being watched so closely was beginning to get uncomfortable.

It was clear that the truth would have to come out at some point, especially if they were going to be spending any amount of time together. Avoiding him was entirely out of the question, but at the same time Yue stubbornly refused to consider the idea of just outright telling him about what had happened in the last week. It was a dilemma indeed, and only served to make him even more irritable than ever.

How could he admit any of it? That he was weak and crippled, betrayed and altered by his creator? That he'd almost broken the promise he'd given in exchange for Touya's power? The latter he couldn't help but be reminded of every time he saw this Touya, who had only just gone through it, and would remember it even more clearly.

Fortunately Yukito was staying silent for the moment, although he could feel his other self's disappointment at being unable to speak to Touya so far, and it didn't make him feel any better.

In the midst of all this Yue was rather dismayed to realize that the nurse wanted to lead him to the music room, of all places: that was the room where he'd met the Sakura-who-wasn't-his-Sakura the week before, and needed neither the reminder nor the inevitable noise in that room. He abruptly halted in his tracks and refused to continue on. The nurse seemed initially disappointed, but finally agreed to let him stay in the Sun Room instead; the guardian found a corner in which to stand, arms folded across his chest and lost in his own brooding thoughts.

[for Sokka]

[identity profile] alwayscomesback.livejournal.com 2009-02-26 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
He really hadn't had the chance to get at the board everyone kept telling him about, and again wasn't able to go for it even though he was again in the same room since, well, something caught his attention. White hair had seemed to be a theme running here, but something about the person with white hair he spotted this time just kept him from ignoring curiosity. And hey, at least this one had hair long enough!

Sokka didn't call out to the person at first, since whoever it was had their back to him, and only got up close enough to peer around and up at the face. No, not who he kept thinking about - as if he really would find Yue here - but man, she was pretty!

"No, bad Sokka!" Sokka whispered to himself, shaking his head. He shouldn't be thinking about things like that! If Suki ever found out... she'd probably do something Ninja-ish to him that even he couldn't imagine right then!

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[identity profile] see-my-back.livejournal.com 2009-02-26 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Sakura hadn't heard anything from Kakashi or the others for the majority of the day, so she tacked up a quick bulletin note before finding a seat on an empty couch. It was hard to be sure how her talk with Sasuke had gone, but at least she'd managed to assess the damage done to his eyes. It would be near impossible to fix here, but maybe once they were back in their own time and place, she could do something. That or she should probably see what kind of medical books she could get her hands on here and what kind of supplies. With all the experimentation, this place was ripe with both, unfortunate as it was.

The room was pretty empty except for a couple of guys. Well, she was pretty sure they were both guys. One of 'em had really long hair and a face with more feminine features, but the build was more or less masculine. She'd just have to wait and see if anyone else showed up.

[Naruto]

[identity profile] whirlingwinds.livejournal.com 2009-02-26 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
After his nice lunch with Haku, Naruto felt more relaxed, calmer than he had in the last 24 hours. Things were still running through his mind but he didn't feel like moping anymore. He'd figure them out one at a time, later.

He spotted Sakura immediately, grinning wide and walking to her.

"Hey, Sakura-chan!" He called.

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idolism: (studious; my serious face is pretty)

[personal profile] idolism 2009-02-26 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[For the catboy.]

After lunch, it was straight back to the Sun Room for the vampire. There was no music in any sense of the word here, certainly none to be enjoyed, and so there was no choice to be made if he were still adhering to the staff’s rules. He reclaimed the same couch as before, and now that the sun had moved, it was in more shade than before.

He sat back in a slump, head on the cushion, feet against the edge of the table. Sleeping and eating, those were about the only physical actions he could take, though as always his mind continued to act outside of that lazy routine. Naturally, trying to make up for the rest Wolfram had cost him seemed like the natural thing to do, now that he and the ninja boy had gone, and the meeting between ‘groups’ had cooled down. But… his listlessness didn’t necessarily equate to being able to relax. It felt unwise to close his eyes now.

He’d taken his journal with him, and it sat against the arm he’d reflexively laid across his injury. The noble tapped the cover with his finger, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. After a long moment, he opened it against his thigh and wrote a line in unembellished script, of a theory he’d read long ago, that really meant nothing to him, but that impulsively came to mind. Then he looked at it, sitting there in the middle of a blank page. Just words. Sighing, he tipped his head back. He could sense the sun’s progress towards the western horizon as well as he could his own body healing…

[identity profile] forgot-it-all.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
Ritsuka had no real reason to go anywhere in particular. He still wasn't talking to Kio and Soubi had a meeting or something. In a way, that made him apprehensive. It meant that he didn't know if Soubi was coming tonight, or where to meet people. He supposed the best place would be at his room again, but he'd have to make a note on the bulletin board just in case. If Soubi didn't want to come after all, having no response to a bulletin was better than getting rejected flat out to his face.

Having eaten nothing but mozzerella sticks at lunch, Ritsuka was also privy to a wonderful lecture on balanced nutrition from his nurse. As she lead him into the Sun Room, holding his hand and scolding him like some two year old, Ritsuka did his best to tune her out. Bits and pieces still sunk in though and he wished he could roll his eyes at her. "Salads are important, Jordan. If you--" And here he zoned out for a bit. "--carrots are good for your eyes, too. You should really--" Carrots were too hard to eat. "--grease isn't good for--" What was so wrong with greasy foods? He liked McDonald's just fine and it hadn't killed him yet. Most of his diet back home consisted of hamburgers and fries anyway. "--Well?"

It seemed like she was finished because now she was looking at him expectantly. He just nodded and she smiled. "Good, then I'm sure you two will have a great conversation!"

The nurse released his hand and pushed him forward and Ritsuka realized the question had nothing to do with food at all. That birdbrained woman had been asking if he wanted to talk to someone - Aidou, apparently. It wasn't such a bad choice, all things considered. Spying the phrase written in the journal, Ritsuka raised an eyebrow. "Nietzsche, huh?"

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[personal profile] longlivetheking 2009-02-26 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
At the very least, people possessing the ability of having civil conversations weren't entirely nonexistent. Mocking others was one of Scar's few remaining ways of entertainment, though civil conversations were a nice change from the general stupidity in this place.

Not feeling up for the 'humans creating noise'-shift, Scar settled himself in the Sun Room for the second time today. Male lions had the tendency to be lazy, and Scar was certainly no different from that.

[Free!]

[identity profile] guardiancomplex.livejournal.com 2009-02-26 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Man with a complex okay? 8D]

Touya came out of that conversation feeling extremely unsatisfied. No one was telling him what the hell was going on, and it pissed him off to no end. He didn't know Yue well enough yet, but he was starting to get the impression that he was the kind of guy who would lie. Yuki lied from time to time, but that was only because he didn't want people to worry about him. Maybe Yue was the same... Touya had seen similarities in them during their brief meeting before the exchange, so it was possible.

Speaking of exchanges, Touya figured that if Yue had been here for as long as he'd said, Touya would as well. It couldn't hurt to meet some people, branch out, make some friends, et cetera.

He spotted a man lounging and, without a thought as to whether or not he may be trying to sleep, Touya crossed the room to talk to him.

"Hey," he said. Touya was polite, but never overly stiff. "Mind if I join you? I'm feeling a little tired myself."

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[identity profile] fourtharcana.livejournal.com 2009-02-26 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that had been interesting, and informative. Akihiko left the cafeteria with a better idea of what was going on - and more importantly, a sense of who he felt he could trust, and who he would want to keep a closer eye on. He declined the music room for this shift. It would have been one thing had it been unoccupied, because that meant he could have moved things aside and gotten it ready for that night's meeting, but as it was, he would have to wait on that.

He took a minute to browse the bulletin board before taking a seat on one of the couches.

[free, I do believe.]

[identity profile] heraldric.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Leon rushed out of the cafeteria a bit quicker than he probably should have. It wasn't as if the man he'd been sitting with had done anything wrong, but he'd said so little while the boy had tried to be conversational. He hadn't stared too much, had he? There were so many other rude things that he could have done that he hadn't, like asked embarrassing questions about the man's disfigurement. All things considered, he thought he'd done a nice job trying to interact.

The young mage took a seat before the nurse could introduce him to some other strange newcomer. Tonight he needed to practice alchemy again, and for that he'd need all the energy he could muster. If he stressed himself out beforehand he wouldn't get anywhere! He was just going to sit and nap, or if not nap then maybe try to get one of the cats to come over again.

He gave a small nod to the older boy he'd sat next to before scanning the floor for any passing feline.

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[identity profile] osakapwnzu.livejournal.com 2009-02-26 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Heiji had spent the past two shifts quietly and subtly reading the Sherlock Holmes book he'd checked out of the library a few days ago. If Kudou caught him reading it, no doubt there would be ridicule and plenty of it. It wasn't bad per se, but Ellery Queen was so much better.

He decided to move to to the Sun Room after Lunch, hoping to catch Homura before Homura had to go looking for him. Making that guy wait probably wasn't a good idea. Flopping down on a couch near the bulletin, he continued to read, glancing up every once in a while to make sure he hadn't missed the leader.

[For Homura and Hijikata~]
Edited 2009-02-27 06:20 (UTC)
screwthegods: (With flourish)

[personal profile] screwthegods 2009-02-27 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
There had been little done at the meeting shift prior, but as far as establishing the order of things, Homura was satisfied. Even so far as an introduction went, he had put himself in a position of leadership over the leaders, and that was enough for then. He had a well-practiced sense of patience, after all, and it would certainly serve him well in this scenario. What hadn't been so pleasing was the lack of healers offered up; Homura still hadn't seen MOMO, and he was beginning to suspect the worst in her case.

Homura made his way into the Sun Room, putting those thoughts out of his mind after posting the History final call on the bulletin board. He now had a more immediate concern with this so-called Hijikata. Homura could only keep Okita and Ayumu at bay for a limited time, but he had firm suspicions that wouldn't take long to confirm. He was more worried about how they would react when the truth came out if he was right. Okita in particular had clung to his own Hijikata. How much less of a reaction would an alternate receive?

"Hello, Hattori." Leaning against the wall next to the bulletin, Homura closed his eyes, giving Heiji no more greeting than that as he favored his own thoughts. The demi-god couldn't say he wasn't more than a little curious about just what this man would be like. Part of it was simply his instinct as a war god; if this Hijikata had the same talent with a blade the previous one did, Homura wanted to make use of it. But an equal part was personal interest, a curiosity tainted by apprehension. It wasn't hard to place, considering that Homura was close to Okita. Still, he wouldn't let it hinder his goals; nothing would stop him from accomplishing what he wanted to in this prison.

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[identity profile] faithful-frost.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
Haku had enjoyed lunch, but the feeling that he was being given the run around still nagged at him. The staff had no problems telling the other patients that people they had asked about had 'left' or 'gotten better'. Did they think he wouldn't be able to handle it?

The fact that he would not take the news of his abandoment well hadn't crossed his mind at all.

He was calm, polite, and every inch the kind, effeminite 15 year old this place believed him to be when he turned to the nurse who was leading him into the Sun Room.

"I'm terribly sorry if I seem rude ma'am," he said. "But I've asked many times already and have yet to find an answer. What's happened to Mr. Fortune?"

(Reserved for a staff throw down.)

[identity profile] damned-nurses.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Mr. Fortune, dear?" The nurse did her best to pretend she didn't know exactly who that was, and why young Christopher would be interested in knowing about him, but she couldn't help the flicker of concern and mild doubt that passed over her expression. "Oh...my, ah, let me see what I can find out..."

She smiled, reaching out to give the boy what was intended to be a comforting touch on his arm, before she turned away to beckon another one of the nurses closer. The two of them moved a few steps away and conversed in hushed tones for a moment, casting what were intended to be surreptitious glances toward the boy, before the first nurse nodded and moved back to join her charge.

"Well, Christopher, it seems that I have some very good news for you!" she said, smiling brightly at him, as the other nurse hurried off for a whispered conference with a pair of orderlies a short distance away. The men started to move closer, moving in an unobtrusive fashion up behind the boy as his nurse continued, "You see, Mr. Fortune appears to have made a full recovery, and has been released."

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Allen had gotten a fair amount of his lunch eaten this time, but it still felt like a rock in his stomach. If Tyki had really started killing other patients, he would have to do something, and soon, before the trend continued. He knew from experience he could kill the man, but what could he do to change the behavior? There had to be some way. Tyki seemed like two entirely different people, one dark and scary, the other a little shady, but a fairly good person. He couldn't just condemn them both.

He'd no real interest with the Music room, an inept as he was with instruments, and decided to go to the Sun Room instead. He'd met a couple new people today, but the room was fairly empty for the moment. If no one came along, at least he could have a little time to think.

[For Harley!]

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Good day. Bad day. It was getting tough to tell anymore. Maybe Harley should just write it up as weird. Maybe it was actually Friday the Thirteenth and she didn't know it. Heck, she didn't even know what the date was anymore. Life surrounded by walls all the time had a way of doing that to you.

Supposedly aware of her care's rotten mood, the nurse asked if she's rather go to the Music Room or Sun Room. And boy, Harley couldn't choose 'Sun Room' fast enough. A bunch of whackos let loose with cymbals and trumpets? You kidding? That was a headache and a sedation waiting to happen. One needle in the arm was enough for her, thank you very much.

She walked in and stretched her arms up above her head. One frustration after another. If she could actually relax this shift, it would be a blasted miracle, that was for sure. Maybe she should try sneaking a nap. It was quiet enough here for one. There was barely anyone in here.

Though, one of them looked very familiar for some reason. She was sure she didn't know the person, but that white hair stood out in her memory. She'd met him before, hadn't she? Somewhere... Now where had she...? Ah! Wait! It clicked right there. That was one of the guys from that night she'd been out with her darlings! He was one of the ones who'd tried to help her! Him and another girl.

Well, that was a good sign. Right? Someone nice that she recognized, though he looked kind of lost in thought himself. Maybe he was having a lousy day, too. That about settled it. Harley quickly found herself walking over to him with a huge grin. (Wow, she hadn't smiled all day now, had she?) She enthusiastically waved a hand. "Heya! Havin' a rough day, too?"

[identity profile] toomuchpocky.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Back in the Sun Room, or at least that's what the nurse called it. She hadn't noticed it on her first visit, but it's naming was apt. The large clear ceiling allowed sunlight to freely illuminate the room. She felt slightly silly for having missed it the first time around.

She tried checking the bulletin board thanks to Sohma and Frey's advice. After she was done, she tried finding a seat. After her emotional display with Frey she was hesitant on having company, so she picked a spot by herself, a slightly gloomy aura emanating from her body.

[free]

[identity profile] maskedsunflower.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hope you don't mind!]

Although the activity officially announced over the intercom had been "music," the Commander felt that it would be more appropriate to not do what was suggested by Dr. Landel when given a choice, particularly now that he had a real source of direction available. Having carefully pocketed his chocolate from lunch, he looked around the Sun Room, but did not see his king. That was fine; he'd keep the chocolate until nightfall, and give it over then, if he had to. In the meantime, he had a mission.

Picking a target wasn't as easy this time, as the room was already full of pairs or groups discussing amongst themselves and no one seemed to have a sign out welcoming conversation like before. Finding one girl by herself, he ignored the visual indications that she was not in a mood for company, sitting down nearby. "Hello. Are you a member of a club?" If she didn't want to talk, he would stay to the point. The fact that he'd have the same short manners whether she'd seemed friendly or not wasn't important.

[identity profile] knightking.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[absolutely free!]

The stalwart knight allowed herself to be lead to the sun room, but her vigilant mind was as sharp as ever, memorizing the route she took. Thanks to Kratos' information, she was no longer ignorant about the situation. Still she needed to verify his story with at least one other patient before she decided to make her next step.

[identity profile] whos-da-man.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Sadly, the knight wasn't going to get the right person she was looking for. Certainly, Junpei understood (mostly) what was going on in the place for having just arrived, but if hardened experience was the choice, the blonde woman was going to be disappointed.

"Hey babe," Junpei replied, smoothly sliding up next to the blonde. He gave her a charming grin and leaned against the wall as if he was the coolest thing ever. And he was! He so was the coolest one there. The blue-eyed babe before him was totally going to fall for him.

...she only looked like a year or so older than him and carried herself a lot like Mitsuru did.

"So, what's a good-looking woman like you doing in a place like this?"

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Irene had no real preference on where she went, but a trip to the Sun Room allowed her to peruse the bulletin board. Perhaps she could find some information there. After her conversation with Naoto it was blatantly clear that she unprepared to explore the institute. At the very least, she would require a map. Standing there, Irene began browsing through the numerous notes.

[reserved for one deadly assassin!]

[identity profile] quickdrawbkiddo.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Beatrix had been keeping an eye on the new Claymore throughout the day, taking note of whom she talked to and any possible further conflict with Ophelia. She was almost disappointed that Ophelia hadn't tried for this Claymore again. Seems the bitch had learned her lesson about the staff at breakfast. It was always best to keep personal grudges for the nightly hours.

So, the Bride leaned up against the wall of the Sun Room for a bit, letting the other blonde spend some time looking the board over before she saw Ophelia head into the Music Room. A small smile touched her lips briefly before she approached the newcomer.

"What is your rank within the Organization?"

Her words were calm and casual, as if she was asking about the weather and not the Claymore's strength. Beatrix leaned back against the wall right next to the board as she waited for a reaction. She really wasn't expecting much of one - this one seemed craftier than the bitch in the other room - but one never did underestimate a warrior...

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ext_201929: (Voice in my ear)

[identity profile] tender-cruelty.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Allelujah curled up on the couch, eyes squeezed tightly shut and knees drawn up to his chest; a very childish way of sitting. His hands were buried in his hair as though he were trying to block out a sound or had a headache. It was probably a bit of both. He hated being drugged, had experienced it too many times before to not recognise the effects of it, but for now, everything was too difficult.

"You... you should've listened," he murmured quietly, apparently to himself. "You... she's Marie and she..."

"She's an enemy!" he said quickly afterwards, a sharper, nastier tone in his voice.

"Not Marie. Never Marie."

For Badou
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[personal profile] strayfag 2009-02-27 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Badou was starting to come around more by the time the last shift started. It took less effort to string thoughts together and he could probably hold a conversation alright, but he was still plenty lethargic. The nurse dragged him off wherever, mostly because he felt like being an ass and making her work for it, then dumped him unceremoniously onto the end of a couch.

It took him a moment to realize who he was sitting next to. The nurse had given him the fake name, and the guy was pulling an awfully good gollum impression. Badou blinked. "Hey, Alle...? You alright?"

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Lunch had been stupid. The nurses hadn't even let him into the cafeteria for it because of how drugged he'd been, and had instead decided that he needed to be fed by them! Kurogane had not enjoyed that, and had protested it at first, but another dose of drugs had restrained him yet again. That whole experience left him not only as dazed as he'd been two shifts before, but in a worse mood than that time as well.

He was again left on a couch and told to behave, which was fine with him. The nurses were the only ones here he had a problem with, so they could stay the hell away from him!
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[personal profile] lastlovesong 2009-02-27 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Chise's conversation with Takaya had been very informative. When her nurse led her back into the sun room she took a quick glance at the bulletin board. To her disappointment, nobody had replied and was grateful that she had that talk with Takaya. Before she could do anything the nurse dragged her towards another patient.

"Why don't you have a chat with Mr. Cross dear? I heard from the other nurses that he's been very grumpy today and thought that maybe someone like you could cheer him up."

The nurse then left and Chise found herself sitting next to the grumpy man. Actually, grumpy was an understatement, mean or scary would've been better. She sat still nervously, unsure of what to do.

"I'm sorry."

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Meche had no particular musical talents; more importantly, as far as she knew, Manny didn't have any either. Glottis had been the piano player, after all. If they let him out this shift, he'd come to the Sun Room first.

So she again had herself wheeled to a spot where she had a clear view of the door, though she had to compromise by choosing somewhere near a cluster of chairs. The nurse wanted to make sure company had the option of coming to Meche, but there was only one person whose company Meche was actually in the mood to seek out right now. As usual, he was nowhere in sight.

She leaned back and rubbed the bandages at the back of her head, wondering if she'd be able to get out of the chair tonight without that dizziness assaulting her again. She needed to get out and keep up the search, but wheeling herself around the first floor with one arm didn't seem like the best way to do that. Spinning in small circles all night until she made herself even dizzier: not the best escape plan that had ever been conceived at Landel's, Meche thought grimly.

[for Phoenix Wright]

[identity profile] pleading-ngri.livejournal.com 2009-03-01 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Even if he did have some sort of secret, latent musical talent, Phoenix seriously doubted that he was going to discover it in a room as crowded and loud as the music room as becoming. He took a look in the door, debated darting in long enough to grab a walkman, then thought better of the whole thing. The sun room, while not necessarily idyllic, at least had the bulletin and comfortable places to sit. If he got bored he might be able to convince his nurse to take him back to his room to get a book, even.

It wasn't until his second glance in her direction that he realized why something was nagging at him about the woman in the wheelchair near the door. Well, something besides the obvious curiosity as to just what she'd run into that had beaten her up that badly. But no. Tanned skin, brown hair -- he couldn't tell her height, but it looked about average. It was was worth asking, at least. If his roomate did come back, he wanted to know for sure who to tell.

He walked over to the lonely-looking cluster of chairs, and for a second found a sharp tug of sympathy tempting him to sit. Even if he was wrong, sticking around and talking wouldn't hurt him. She looked about as happy as he would've expected someone parked by themselves and wearing half of the infirmary to look.

"Excuse me." He rested his hands on the back of a chair, leaning down a little in an attempt to catch her gaze. "You wouldn't happen to be Miss Colomar, would you?"

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Once again, Momo found herself in the Sun Room waiting for Rangiku. She sat down on a couch in a far corner, curling her legs up underneath her, journal open as she made notes. After having to tell Allen about Signum's death, Momo was still shutting her emotions off. She wasn't feeling well either.

These assignments were being a pain this time...

[identity profile] fuyunohanabi.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that hadn't been hugely useful, but she did have a better idea of who the leaders were now, and she was certain that she didn't like or trust a couple of them. Honestly, offering to organise clubs, as though the leaders couldn't do that. She knew who they should avoid though at least. That was something. She might need to talk to Homura a bit more closely about the situation at some point.

Hinamori was easy enough to spot since the room was so empty at the moment. Rangiku wasted no time in going over to her and flopping down into the seat next to her. "Afternoon, Hinamori-kun."

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[identity profile] notachick.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Free, but being a stalker to the Homura-Heiji-Hijikata thread]

Finally, fourth shift. Speaking with Himura had confirmed that while Sanosuke was gone, the rurouni wasn't going to fall apart. Now that he'd done his good deed for the day, he could focus on something far more important than fostering good will between enemies.

Positioning himself some distance away from the group, but within earshot should he be undistracted, Okita waited for the third of the party to appear. Heiji and Homura were already there and waiting and now it remained to see when he would show up. Of all the mixed up emotions and thoughts flying about in his head, the biggest was apprehension. A man claiming to be Hijikata had appeared, but he spelled his name differently and he apparently hated Okita. Or someone with the same last name. Okita Sougo, not Okita Souji. Hijikata Toshirou, not Toshizou. Kondo Isao, not Isami. The differences in history were huge, but the names were similar enough to place doubt in Okita's mind and that alone made him nervous.

If this man really was Hijikata's alternate self, how should he react to him? Picking up a piece of paper, he started doodling on it to keep his hands busy. His attention, however, remained entirely on the group by the bulletin.

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The conversation with Aidou left Sai confused. Of all the emotions the ninja dealt with, confusion was the one he'd probably never entirely gotten rid of. He entered the sun room with brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest. As he searched for a place to sit down, another familiar figure came into view - that man from the bus ride to Doyleton.

Further attention showed that he was drawing, and that peaked Sai's interest after the conversation they'd had. If he hadn't been so conflicted himself, his own usually heightened awareness would have picked up that part of Okita's attention was elsewhere. At the moment he didn't, and it was with a large smile that he sat down next to the dark-haired man.

"Good afternoon."

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purgatio: ([ties] loss)

[personal profile] purgatio 2009-02-27 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
Albedo woke up sluggishly with a large headache for his efforts. It took him a bit to realize what had happened. His brothers had been together. He attacked the baby. The nurse attacked him. No. Sedated him. Rubedo had... Had followed him. Sat by him, spoke with him, hugged him and allowed him to cling. All the while Albedo had been not in his right mind, not attacking his twin, but just being glad to spend time with him. And that was wrong.

...Wasn't it?! He wasn't sure anymore. It was nice for those moments, though there were darker times. He had been content... No, he would admit it. He was happy by Rubedo's side. It was all he had needed. But he wasn't someone like that anymore. That was... the old Albedo, one that no one existed. One who's enlightenment was covered up by chemicals.

Already the taint was coming back, spreading its tendrils across his mind like roots soaking inward. It was slow, and made his headache worse, and left him of two minds for the time being.

To kill Rubedo or to maim him? To maim him or hug him? To hate him or love him? Albedo sat on the couch that he had fell asleep on, biting his thumbnail in thought. How could he make this decision?

In a petty way, he was leaning towards the violent end of the spectrum. He had woken up without Rubedo. His twin had left him again. But hadn't Albedo expected that? He'd be a fool not to.

And yet, he was still a fool at the moment. Eyes narrowed in renewed pain, he bit harder on his thumb, drawing blood.

[For Angel.]
Edited 2009-02-27 06:46 (UTC)

[identity profile] blurred-divide.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
By now, it was fairly clear that Willow had upped and disappeared, too. Angel hadn't seen her since their very short night together. She might've been in her room, but as quiet as Willow tended to be, she wasn't the type to hide away, either. Unless she'd somehow gotten sick, but that was stretching the imagination a bit.

No. She was gone and he had no idea where the hell she went. That people simply disappeared instead of being killed left far too many questions and variables. Not that either option was acceptable, but death, at least that made sense.

Unless you were a vampire or one that died twice over, but that was—never mind.

Angel stepped into the sun room, about to spend another hour or so by himself—honestly, he was long overdue for a good amount of time to himself given his nurse was always pushing him towards someone or vice versa—but the sharp copper scent of blood drew his attention. Not a lot, but it was there. While open wounds weren't rare, most of the injuries weren't this fresh.

He looked over, realized whatever the minor injury was, it wasn't anything to take note of, and wound up with his focus shifting instead to the fact that the boy didn't look too well. Cordelia had always accused him of being oblivious to people's feelings, but even Angel could tell in this case. And the boy was extremely young. Not to mention, there was something just a bit...He shook it off. Around here, he was starting to get used to it.

Heading over, he sat down on the couch, a respectful enough distance away that he wasn't completely invading the boy's space.

"Are you all right?"

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The sun room again. The music room was offered this shift, but Matt had no interest in going there. The noise pollution was sure to make him wish he hadn't after a while. He doubted they carried any CDs with something he found worth listening to, anyway.

This was just another chance to watch the bulletin, for as much as he was bound to find out that way. At least he'd responded to Homura's note himself already. He could feel like he was contributing in some fashion. With his luck he'd be sent off to do something dangerous and wouldn't be able to bring Sen along.

He really needed to know what was up with that woman.

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[Luxord!]

If there was one word to describe lunch, it would be "weird." What was up with the voice thing? Was it possible that someone else could...? No, that just simply didn't happen. Although, Grell would have to remember that little trick of the mind. He might be able to use that voice someday.

Lead out of the Sun Room, Grell made his way to a free couch and flopped down onto it. It was almost night. That meant he was one step closer to killing that little brat Brainiac 5. His nurse gave him a chiding look and he realized he was gripping the couch rather hard. Giving her an apologetic look, he relaxed and sat back. The nurse sighed and wandered off and Grell, put his arm up over his eyes as he let his head loll back against the sofa.

Keeping up this facade was getting harder on him day by day. Especially since he was learning that not everyone here was a little altar boy for the law. He needed to find one of those delightful people and soon. Which reminded him. Wasn't he supposed to be meeting one of them today? If that was the case, he couldn't be caught with his hair up like this! Quickly sitting up, Grell pulled the hair tie off and stuffed it into his pocket. Then, checking to make sure the nurse wasn't looking, he put his red pair of glasses on and chucked his old pair into his pocket, too. There, now he was presentable, and that meant he could relax. Leaning his head back again, he closed his eyes and waited.

[identity profile] clockmongler.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
While II was always a joy to speak with, Luxord occasionally wished for... something different. The promise of someone new, someone just as amused by carnage and destruction as he was with the added benefit of being a charming, upstanding gentleman lady was purely delightful!

Red hair, green eyes. Red hair, green eyes. Ah, there.

Well, that confirmed his suspicions, anyhow; the man pointed out by dear 5 and the woman from the board were one and the same. The Gambler smiled to himself as he approached the couch. Obviously, something interesting had happened between the lady (he'd learned beforehand that being lady hardly had much to do with gender) and the robot, enough so to warrant even more of a whining mien from Brainiac.

"Grell, I suspect," he said charmingly, holding a hand towards the redhead. "It is a pleasure to meet you, finally."

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So far, lunch had gone better than anything else in this place. The fact that people had actually left him alone was probably the main factor there, but regardless, Shikamaru's mood had improved dramatically by the time he returned to the sun room. As tempting as the sofa was, he read over the bulletin a couple times before returning to it, stepping over the orange cat on the way. The thing still hadn't moved. He was impressed and mildly jealous.

Ugh. Sakura. Why. Sending a group of virgins after virgin-eating birds? He'd heard dumber ideas, but they usually involved marital bliss with Sasuke. Everyone seemed so scattered and disorganized, which made sense if they were from different times, but they'd never get out of here if they couldn't work together. After once again draping himself over the beige cushions, he rubbed the side of his face and frowned. If he had to fix all of this himself, he wasn't going to be happy about it.

Shikamaru didn't believe that there wasn't any plan. It might not have been relayed to Sakura, but he was sure that at least Kakashi had something in mind, and Jiraiya might as well. Still, he had to come up with something, or people were going to make some really stupid mistakes. The whole point of a plan was that you didn't act until you had one. If you started moving pieces before you knew what you were doing, you'd find yourself in a troublesome position and fast.

Things he knew about this place so far: Monsters. They apparently regenerated each night, or there'd be no point in making a list of them. Landel. The guy had an irritating habit of plucking people out of different worlds, meaning that he used some kind of abduction magic that wasn't dependent on chakra. He knew the magical abilities of everyone here, and he'd been able to repress them. There was a good chance he'd be able to copy them, too, so they might be up against a person who had the talents of hundreds of others. Force wasn't going to work. The only way to beat him would be to out-think him, as much of a hassle as it was.

People he could count on: Sakura. Naruto. Kakashi. Jiraiya. Sai, to a point.

People to keep an eye on: Sasuke. Itachi.

Everyone here seemed set on finding the guy in charge, but until they had a better idea of his abilities and limitations, they might as well jump into a pit without knowing how deep it was. With a vaguely annoyed grunt, Shikamaru pushed himself off of the couch and scrawled a quick note before returning.

Well, that had earned a few minutes of rest, at least. With a loud yawn, he loosely folded his arms behind his head and fixed his attention on the glass.

[Fox!]

[identity profile] prisonerofdeath.livejournal.com 2009-02-28 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
After lunch, Fox was feeling less shaken up. Much more like himself again, and that was very reassuring. He noticed Shikamaru sitting by himself and decided to join the young man, see what he had learned during the day so far.

"Has your day been very enlightening?" Fox asked as he took a seat near the couch he was lying on. He looked tired, and Fox could certainly sympathize with that, but there really wasn't time to rest in this place.

There was so much to do in this place, and their time was so uncertain in the institute.

[identity profile] bored-todeath.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 12:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dean]

So, it was fourth shift and he was meeting 'Ash'. To maybe make a trade. Only...he was pretty sure it wasn't gonna work. And if this guy was anything like...Miles? -whatever fake name it was- then it wasn't worth the effort.

Ah well, the guy seemed a little too godfearing for deals anyway, right? But if he had an apple it was worth the bother of just talking to him. Not much else to do.
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[personal profile] kindalikedit 2009-02-27 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
As far as Dean was concerned, One-Eye had a lot of explaining to do. Breakfast had ended without real answers, just a claim he was from some exorcist family going back hundreds of years and the fact Sammy had seen something he hadn't.

It wasn't exactly a smoking gun, but it was enough to get him nervous and antsy.

He'd smuggled the apple out, but he didn't go looking for this "god" just yet. Instead, he checked back on his message on the bulletin board, seeing if he'd finally pinned down Punk-Ass. There were a few potential bites, some he could probably cross out. One of them definitely had a mouth. And judging by the way they talked, it was possible they might be roommates. They certainly seemed to know each other. Dean went through the other posts on the bulletin board, looking for any matches to the handwriting. Eventually he hit some dirt: it was unsigned, but it was definitely a match.

So. M61. Probably his best bet, but he'd have to check M80 too just to be sure.

Dean turned, scanning the Sun Room. He was still feeling a little crappy from last night, but he wasn't wobbling any more when he walked at least. Eventually he spotted someone who fitted the "god's" description: he fit it, alright, but man, he looked like he was a mess. He had the kind of long face that just emphasized how big his eyes were...which wasn't helped by the fact one of them was wandering a little. Dean knew he was gonna have to automatically switch to the tactic of picking one eye to focus on just to carry on a conversation here. Dean approached him, putting on a casual grin.

"Hey, I'm Ash," Dean said. He held out the apple. "You wanted this?"

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[identity profile] host-club-honey.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Lunch with Anise had been great and Honey was in high spirits when he entered the Sun Room. He posted up a bulletin and hoped there would be enough time to get everyone assigned to a safe group before the end of the day. Last night had been kind of messy, but if they could organize a little bit better, that would help everyone and would get them that much closer to cake!

Once the bulletin was posted, Honey looked around for a place to sit that wouldn't be too hard to check the board frequently. There weren't a lot of spots left, but he found one without too much trouble and sat, Usa-chan in his lap.

[Ayu-nee!]

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"Really little with blond hair and brown eyes" might describe several other people here, but the rather distinctive pink plush bunny made it completely clear. This boy was the one who had been exchanging messages with Okita on the bulletin board, the one who liked to dress up as members of the Shinsengumi for fun.

Ayumu wasn't entirely sure what to think about that part, but it seemed apparent that he knew something about the Kyoto she knew - enough, at least, to recognize that the supposed "Hijikata" couldn't be the real one. And that certainly interested her.

After a glance around the room, noting the presence of Homura, Okita, and Robin in various places (as well as the person who had to be the alleged Hijikata), she drifted over toward where the boy was sitting as though at random. The room was filling up, and there weren't all that many open spaces left. "Your pardon," she began, with a hesitant smile, "but is this seat taken?"

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[identity profile] never-learns.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Much as Yohji was learning to despise the Sun Room considering how much time they spent in there, he also wasn't particularly thrilled about the idea of hanging around listening to a bunch of tone deaf kids get set loose with a bunch of instruments. No, that really didn't sound like his idea of fun at all. Sun Room it was then. At least it wasn't difficult to find himself a seat. The room was getting a little crowded, but nothing like it had been that morning thankfully.

He slumped down onto one of the couches, watching the cafeteria door in the hopes of managing to catch Ken.

[KenKen!]

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Ken glanced around the Sun Room as he entered, his eyes pausing on Yohji before he looked down at the ground. He didn't know if he was ready to talk to his friend. It would inevitably turn to the events of last night, and more than anything...Ken wanted to ignore that it had ever happened.

His shoulder twinged and ached, he'd refused painkillers again. He'd rather deal with the pain than a fogged up head. Even as he thought he'd pretend he didn't see Yohji, continue on to the music room, his feet took him to the couch his friend was sprawled on and he sat.

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[identity profile] givemeoblivion.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Callisto had no interest in the music room, so she let herself be led out to the sun room once again. Seeing no one of any particular interest, she laid herself out on one of the sofas. Actually taking a nap was out of the question, but she could always keep one eye open for whoever eventually appeared.

Speaking of keeping an eye open, one of the cats that wandered aimlessly around the room during the day apparently thought she'd make good company and hopped up on the cushions beside her. It received a swat to the face, knocking it back to the floor where it was quick to scamper away.

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Back to the Sun Room, it seemed. Suzaku wondered if he should check out this music room, but he was distracted from that thought as his nurse led him out of the cafeteria just in time to witness a woman knocking a cat to the floor. Apparently they had normal cats here as well as the monster ones he kept hearing about, so maybe Martin Landel wasn't all bad, though the woman probably didn't agree with that assessment.

Suzaku intercepted the poor thing as it ran away, scooping it up and cradling it to him protectively. Strangely, it didn't bite him. He must just be too used to tough love from the things.

"I take it you don't like cats?" he asked the woman, smiling a little thinly.

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[personal profile] tightsofmight 2009-02-27 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[For Indiana freaking Jones!! <3]

Peter was somewhat baffled when his nurse dragged him back to the exact same room he'd been in earlier, while most of the other patients where herded somewhere else. There was a decent number people here, but not nearly as many as before, and it wasn't half so noisy this time either. Good, because he needed a few moments to think, and the past three shifts had pretty much been a head on collision with bizarro world, so yes. Quiet thinking time was needed.

After hastily penning a note for Harry and an apology for Kurt (who he still didn't see any sign of), he dropped onto an overstuffed sofa and closed his eyes. Catching some sleep didn't sound like such a bad idea either.

[identity profile] its-the-mileage.livejournal.com 2009-03-01 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
Having just come off a discussion seminar and two lecture periods straight, Dr. Jones was happy enough to have some office hours for a little peace and quiet. The Sun Room was too full for him to find a corner for himself, but the sleeping kid looked like a good bet for hassle-free company. Indy took a chair nearby and leaned back to collect his thoughts.

They still hadn't looked over those discharged patient files, and he wondered whether the information they contained would shed any light on the situation. Finding ought might be a good way to spend dinner. As for the night itself--try the other file rooms near the entrance? They'd already searched all the likely-looking options for weapons; maybe it was time to venture outside and do a little exploration. It might also be time to split off from Pierson, after the way last night had gone. There had to be some options for a feisty-but-secretly-adoring female sidekick around here somewhere.

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