damned_institute | Day 39: Sun Room [Fourth Shift]

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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]

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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!

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]

_{[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…

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!]

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.]

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)

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.)

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!]

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]

[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.

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!]

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

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!

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]

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...

[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.

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)

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.

Edited 2009-02-27 08:08 (UTC)

[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.

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!]

[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.

Edited 2009-02-27 12:36 (UTC)

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!]

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!]

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.

[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.

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