Day 39: Intercom, Evening

[damned-intercom.livejournal.com]

The Head Doctor seemed a little rushed as he spoke on the intercom, not taking as much pleasure as he usually did in describing the delicious food that would soon be served.

"Hello, everyone! Tonight is turkey night, which means turkey breast in a great turkey gravy with some nice turkey sides: peas, herb potatoes, a small garden salad, and for dessert, a slice of pumpkin pie. We of course have vegetarian substitutes available, as well as our usual assortment of drinks.

"...I believe that's it! I'll talk to you soon!"

The intercom clicked off abruptly.

[ If you are introducing your character during this shift, you may either choose for them character to wake up before their roommate gets back, or after.

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[M48]

[totallytheseme.livejournal.com]

After lunch, Hikaru had opted to go back to his room and nap. It was less noisy than the Sun Room (and a hell of a lot less noisy than the music room), and he hadn't wanted to be under his nurse's thumb longer than absolutely necessary. She was still a bit sore about the whole wheelchair incident. Hikaru couldn't imagine why, really--it had just been a good bit of fun, and nobody had gotten hurt!--but she kept shaking her head and muttering darkly about the egregious wrongs he'd committed, including 'misuse of hospital property.'

Killjoy.

It was the Head Doctor's dinner announcement that had woken him up. Had he really slept that late? Apparently so. He propped himself up on his elbows when his nurse came in bearing a tray and taking the opportunity to give him one of those Looks that adults seemed to be so fond of. "Now Andrew," she said, and Hikaru couldn't resist rolling his eyes at the way she was talking to him, "I want you to be a good example for your new roommate, all right? He's had a rough morning, and he needs a friend."

New roommate? So, that was it. Goku was gone. He just shrugged his assent, wondering what this kid would be like. Probably a total headcase; most of them were. Alfons had been an exception, not the rule.

Re: [M48]

[purgatio]

Albedo didn't mind being dragged back to the room he had woke up in. He was quiet on the way back, holding the notebook Angel gave him tightly in case the nurse tried to take it from him. He wasn't about to relinquish something that someone had given him, freely and of their own will. There was no way. He rubbed the cover beneath his fingertips.

Following the nurse into the open door, he froze at the sight of the other boy in the room. His eyes narrowed automatically, and he drew the notebook to his chest. The nurse was leaving so there was no escape for him. He had noticed the two beds before, and had come to the obvious conclusion, but a roommate that wasn't family was not something Albedo was interested in at all.

He glared, watching for a moment, before curiosity outweighed paranoia. He moved to the desk and opened the drawer quickly. Angel hadn't lied. There was an identical notebook inside. He drew it out with something like reverence before clutching it with the other one. He picked up a pen, then retreated to the bed. Pulling his knees up, he opened up both, absentmindedly trying to mimic one of the drawings of the reoccurring girl. He most likely couldn't draw worth anything, and he knew that, but it was exoticness of paper that made him want to fill the empty spaces.

Angel was the first decent person he had met. Albedo liked him. He had never met an adult that didn't have ulterior motives. Absorbed in the foreign strangeness of the notebooks and the strange kindness of Angel as well, Albedo found himself in his first good mood in a very long time.

M71

[emotionl4arobot.livejournal.com]

Brainiac 5 made his way slowly to his room, barely paying attention to the nurse leading the way or whatever she may have said to him. Today had been particularly eventful for him; he'd been given a lot to think about by both House and, as much as he hated to admit it, Schuldig, and he'd been threatened again by Grell. The supposed 'death god' had threatened to find him again tonight, but considering the size of the Institute and that Grell didn't know the location of his room, he calculated a relatively small chance of them encountering each other. Nevertheless, he might need to look into obtaining some sort of weapon, just on the chance that the psychotic patient succeeded in locating him.

The smell of the food was appetising, but the Coluan boy was still unfamiliar with the concept of needing to eat more often and as he wasn't hungry to the point of distraction, he instead pushed the plate aside and set to work taking notes in his journal. Considering how most of his day was spent speaking ancient English (something he had insisted the Legion do for Clark's sake, even if it had taken him far less time than the rest of them), he had to admit it was almost... relaxing to spend time making notes in Interlac instead.

Re: M71

[tightsofmight]

In the end, Peter was extremely grateful to be carted away from Not-Indy and led back to that little cubicle that they called his room. That joke was old before it even started. What was that loony's deal, anyway? Sure, being under the delusion that you were Indiana Jones was a pretty cool way to go completely bonkers, but this wasn't even a real hospital. From what little he could tell, it was some sort of super hero prison. Or a death camp (Peter shuddered, remembering in far too vivid detail the grim Holocaust slide shows from history class).

So where did fake Indy fit in?

Whatever. Peter gave his head a shake, banishing any thoughts of the last shift from his mind. He had more important things to focus on, like escape. And while the number of heroes here was formidable, there was a niggling sense of worry that refused to budge from his mind. If they did leave the institute - then what? How would anyone get back home? This was, if Harry, Steve, and Ben were to be believed, an alternate world. As in light years away from home sweet home. Possibly cutting across a few dimensions too. It was enough to make Reed Richards' head explode.

All he knew was that there had better be a giant inter-dimensional space ship lying around somewhere, or they were all screwed. Hey, if 'Indiana Jones' was here, then maybe the Millennium Falcon was parked out back.

...That would be awesome.

A sharp rap pulled him back into reality. The nurse was knocking on a door that read 'M71', gently pushing it open. "Michael? Your new roommate is here."

Roommate?

Oh, right - there had been another bed in the room. Well, crap. Peter could kiss his sweet, brooding privacy goodbye.

He was ever so politely shoved in, introduced, and told to finish his dinner. The door abruptly locked behind him, leaving him alone in a bedroom with a total stranger. Suddenly he knew what claustrophobia felt like.

His roommate was a blond boy close to his age, diligently making notes in what looked like a bizarre form of code. There were a few circular birth marks spotting his forehead, too, which reminded him of Star Trek for some odd reason.

"Um, hi." Glancing about at the cramped space that they would be sharing did nothing to comfort him. Peter tried his best to put on a genuine smile. It came out a tad more awkward than he would have liked. "I guess we're roommies, then."

M2

[kindalikedit]

The nosebleed was mostly under control by the time Dean was escorted back to M2. As usual, he was the first one back. Seeing as there was no trash can, he passed off the bloodied tissue to Lurch; might as well, seeing as the orderly was just standing there watching him and he probably should look more busy than that.

Dinner tonight was turkey, but he didn't start digging in just yet. Instead, Dean took Angel's chair and dragged it into the center of the room, where he judged they'd have the most space for the exorcism. The hunter stood up on the chair and fished Sam's strawberry-scented crayon from his pocket, testing it on the ceiling. It worked, sparkles and all, but he still made sure to draw the lines on the Key of Solomon nice and thick, not wanting to risk a break in the devil's trap: all it took was one line to be uneven or incomplete and the whole thing would be useless and the "captured" demon not powerless, like it was supposed to. It took a good ten minutes to draw out the Key of Solomon on the ceiling because he had to move the chair every now and then to get more space, but, stepping down and looking up at his handiwork, Dean judged that it would do.

Fruity crayon and all.

That done, Dean moved Angel's chair back where he found it, and hoped Chippendale wouldn't do something as simple as just look up. He hopefully wouldn't look down either, and notice the meticulous salt line on the carpet by the door either. Then again, if he was a hunter like he suspected he might be - or knew his way around the territory - then maybe he'd know what both of those meant. Either way, Dean just wanted to avoid awkward questions right now, and concentrate on eating his dinner and prepping himself up for tonight. Dean sat down in his own chair and dug in, starting with the turkey and salad. Going hand-to-hand with a demon, even the oddball one like Punk-Ass, wasn't going to be a walk in the park. For all he knew, he was gonna end up looking and feeling a lot worse than he had this morning if he didn't get the drop on the demon. Still, wasn't like he couldn't deal, especially if it got them answers.

[blurred-divide.livejournal.com]

Food was not something Angel paid particular attention to, but he was still capable of easily distinguishing one scent from another and he was fairly sure that the faint, fruity sweetness he could catch in the air had nothing to do with the turkey. It might've, had Cordelia done the cooking, but that was one fortunate occurrence avoided while here. Nor could he tell where it was coming from. It just kind of—lightly settled over the room, as if someone had sprayed perfume.

That didn't make sense. His roommate wasn't the type, he was sure of it. Angel was not that hopeless when it came to understanding people.

He frowned, but his attention was distracted from that when he caught sight of the—was that? He was pretty sure that was salt. What? He shot a look at Brian, unable to help his surprise. It wasn't that the line was there that surprised him. Or, yes, because it was there, but it was more that he recognized what this meant about his roommate. Even if the substance was bizarre. Binding powder, he'd used more than once himself, but that required several ingredients. This was simply...a condiment. The way it was placed, though, made it clear what its purpose was.

Still, if it was there, then Brian obviously knew more than he'd originally let on and Angel was willing to consider that perhaps Brian came from a different world with a different set of rules. It was hard to forget Edward and Emmett, both of whom were clearly vampires, but...not the same kind which Angel would've said was impossible before here.

And this did work in his favour. If Brian was expecting the line to keep out demonic entities...

Angel was going to have to tread even more carefully. Gunn had put several holes in him before coming around in the end. The soul thing was near impossible to explain and even more difficult to swallow. Plus, there was always the issue of the back story to the curse and there was never going to be a way to make I ate the wrong girl sound good.

After a beat, Angel stepped gingerly over the line. "Is there something I should be aware of?" he asked, not necessarily accusing. He didn't begrudge his roommate for keeping something like this a secret. It was the only logical thing to do given where they were and he was actually surprised that Brian had decided to give such an obvious indication now, of all times.

Though maybe he hadn't expected Angel to recognize it for what it was.

F2

[mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com]

Sheena didn't pay too much attention to the food, though the scent of it made her stomach growl, as she listened to her nurse go on and on and on about how she needed to learn to control her temper. Apparently, she'd broken that 'poor man's' hand. As if the ninja didn't know that; she'd done it on purpose. At least the rest of that particular shift had been nice, using that damn youkai as a pillow.

Actually, she thought as she sat down to eat, that really hadn't been so bad. And she'd finally figured it out, now that the drugs were out of her system. Yukari had been kind of nice. There the ninja had been, completely drugged, quite talkative for as sedated and sleepy as she was and... the youkai hadn't really pressed for any details on specific things. She could have asked so much and Sheena probably would have answered her - especially with the hair stroking and cuddling and all that going on. Somewhere underneath that cunning, manipulative, infuriatingly annoying exterior was something of a softy. Sheena was sure of it.

Not that she'd actually say anything about it. Maybe. For now, at least. No, she'd hold onto that information for use at the opportune moment. Whenever that would present itself.

Once finished with her food, the ninja started on her cards, again only making one out of the new, sturdier playing card material. Sure, she'd tested it out on the youkai the night before, but with rescue happening tonight, she didn't want to rely on something that might not work. As less effective as the paper cards were, they were at least tried and proven.

That one card would be the ace up her sleeve she'd mentioned to Ritsuka.

Re: F2

[brightlyshine.livejournal.com]

Well, the afternoon had certainly gone faster than Elena would have expected. It still hurt to move too much, so she'd opted for the sun room instead, and must have dozed off again. It was a little unnerving, sleeping in such an open place when one of her partners wasn't nearby.

They'd changed her bandages before bringing her back to her room, the old ones having finally been soaked through in parts. At least she wasn't really bleeding anymore. It just hurt.

The nurse helped her get situated on the bed before leaving, despite the protests that she could do it herself. And as she picked at her dinner, she glanced over at what her roommate was up to briefly. "Making something?"

M75

[stalksperverts.livejournal.com]

The Universe had decided that today of all days Kaido Kio would be beaten, broken and bruised. Great. Things couldn't really get any better, could they? He managed to ditch Nurse Wheelie and make his way back to M75. At this point in time, he couldn't care less where Sou-chan was. He was going to eat his goddamn dinner with his goddamn rommate and then join the cake club.

That was probably the only thing that had come out of the day. He'd be making friends (which he failed spectacularly at) and baking cake (which he hadn't done in a while), as well as staying out of harm's way. Hopefully. Entering the room, Kio grabbed his plate and glared at his nurse until she departed with a smile. He put the food on his bed and grabbed the files from their hiding place. Opening Soubi's again, he started scanning it thoroughly as he ate. Kio made sure to sit close enough to the pillow so when his roommate came in he could hide the files. No need for spies.

Re: M75

[bthebest.livejournal.com]

The rest of B's day had been pretty uneventful, at least in the area of confrontations. In fact, he had talked to no one else save for on the bulletin, being merely "content" with watching the others and silently gathering information.

In actual discoveries, however, "uneventful" was hardly the truth of the matter. The real interesting part was that B was there at Landel's in the first place... and so was Misora Naomi. He'd spotted her talking to someone while in the Sun Room and taken it upon himself to... not necessarily hide, but certainly avoid her most obvious lines of sight. Not that he thought she'd recognize him- that wasn't it at all. But it seemed that wherever this was, time of death was hardly important when determining the time someone would appear. As evidenced by Misora, and by Mello and Near as well. Interesting indeed.

Now it was time for dinner, and completely ignoring the woman who was supposed to be his nurse, he walked to his room, slouching in without preamble upon arrival. It took a moment before he openly acknowledged the other man in the room, merely staring at him and the name around his head curiously, and only after scrambling onto the bed and leaning against the wall.

"I'm Ben," he told him, voice flat.

M77

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

Shinichi had spent the last shift with his nose in his notebook, jotting down all sorts of theories about this language thing. He needed to do more preliminary tests before he could form a reasonable scientific hypothesis, but he thought that maybe he had a few ideas. He'd have to run them by Hattori later.

It wasn't until the nurse came to take him back to his room for dinner that he finally brought his mind back to a more practical gear.

The room. Shit. What if she found the metal? It was in his closet, he reminded himself. Unless she was actually looking for contraband, she wouldn't go looking there.

Right?

His heartrate didn't start to slow until he was at the desk in his room, staring at a plate full of turkey. She hadn't checked. He was safe.

Now he just needed to survive another evening with Sokka.

Re: M77

[alwayscomesback.livejournal.com]

Sokka felt a little exhausted upon reaching his room, and sighed as he went in to meet his roomie. "The people here are so uptight! Those ladies in white didn't even let me get to the board in the big room!" Which was partially his fault since he hadn't gone either time he'd been in the room - first because he'd been "given" to a group and next because Yue needed a pep talk - but still, it was upsetting that he hadn't even looked at it once! "Maybe I can look at it tonight..." he thought aloud.

Then stopped when he spotted his food. "Hey, Dinner! Now that's more like it!" Mood reversing, Sokka hopped onto the chair, sniffed in a big whiff, and went to work.

M6

[dasgift.livejournal.com]

Another generous round of protein and fats Kristoph could do without. Thankfully, they were thoughtful enough to provide a vegetarian alternative, which he requested the second he laid eyes on the main course. Ever the agreeable woman, his nurse brought out a dish piled high with another type of food.

It honestly did not look any more appetizing than the turkey, but the lack of grease was far more acceptable.

He sat down to eat, once in a while staring at the notebook and tiny stack of papers tucked neatly against the desk's corner. Last shift, the man had taken time to plot out a list of obligations for he and his brother to fulfill at night. The pile supposedly consisted of all the information required to handle those goals, although something in the back of his mind persisted to nag as though Kristoph had forgotten one critical detail. The attorney ran through the aspects in his head, mulling over parts he thought may need a considerable amount of care, but found nothing.

No matter, he supposed. Kristoph had held off long enough during his stay; it was time to stock up and prepare.

M88

[adorkabledragon.livejournal.com]

Keman was very glad to get away from that awkward little scene. Kurogane kind of made him uncomfortable anyway. He...was a very imposing human to be around. Keman was not a short person in this form, but Kurogane managed to be just imposing enough for the dragon to feel very small indeed.

Coming into dinner, he was surprised to find himself absolutely ravenous. He dug into his food and cleaned his plate in almost record time, not even pausing long enough to savor how good it tasted.

His pumpkin pie disappeared as quickly as the rest of it, and soon he found himself guiltily eying the tray meant for his roommate. He was still so hungry...maybe Leon wouldn't mind if he...took a tiny bite...

Re: M88

[heraldric.livejournal.com]

Leon arrived to find his roommate already there. He smiled cheerfully at Keman as he sat down, placing the tray in his lap. The conversation with Akihiko had been interesting, to say the least, and had left him with plenty to think about. They were constructive thoughts, no less. He needed more of those. That was someone he should discuss matters with again, possibly with his friends included.

He paused as he was about to dig in, suddenly noticing the way his roommate was eying his tray. "Uh..." Slowly, he removed his pie and set it behind him. That much he wasn't sharing. "Did you want some of mine?" He needed his energy for that night, but lunch hadn't felt like all that long ago...

m58

[broken-exorcist.livejournal.com]

Meeting with someone as nice as Harley had put him in a considerably better mood, and if Kio's attempts went well, he might even have extra sweets tomorrow. It wasn't terribly practical, but it seemed like something nice to do for others.

The dinner looked really good and Allen didn't waste any time getting started on it. He'd have time to grab that extension cord in a bit, but first he wanted to fill his stomach.

Re: m58

[sasuke-of-sound.livejournal.com]

Unlike Allen, Sasuke hadn't found anything that had improved the bad mood with which he'd started his day. He glowered at his nurse as she led him (chattering brightly about his progress) from therapy to his room, and when he finally reached it he snapped at her to leave before she could offer to baby him any further by trying to feed him or something.

His greeting to Allen before sitting down to eat was perfunctory.

Lacking concrete plans for the night didn't really help Sasuke's mood any.

M96

[falseblack]

Comfort was hardly Nigredo's emotion when the nurse returned the child to the room he awoke in. Last night's incident had yet to leave his mind, and with the additional disturbance during breakfast, he couldn't keep down the tension. There was really no reason for it--Nigredo did not think either one of them proved an immediate threat to the other--but the feeling remained.

He sighed audibly as the door closed behind him, a part of him tempted to release the mental block separating the boy from his brothers. Not that they'd actually lend some kind of assistance should worse come to worse (especially Albedo), but having that avenue open felt a little reassuring. Plus, he wasn't sure if Rubedo had wanted to meet up again tonight.

Hesitantly, Nigredo began to tug at the mental strings between himself and the other U.R.T.V., clearing out the obstruction bit by bit like a child wadding through waters. This he did while poking at his dinner, figuring it served as a good enough distraction should someone decide to continue their little tit-for-tat. Fortunately, nothing of the sort filtered through; everyone was silent.

Relieved, the child continued eating, hoping to finish before his roommate arrived.

Re: M96

[godforsaken]

[Sorry, was waiting for confirmation about something. 8D;]

After having to endure everyone he encountered earlier that day Sync decided to keep to himself by the time fourth shift rolled around, leaving him with some time to mull over what to do for tonight. And it was a good thing he did so too, because after skimming the board one last time he spotted a very 'interesting' topic posted up. It hadn't been all that hard to catch, and while it seemed innocent enough, there was one word in one of the responses that made him smile ever so slightly.

Basement.

So Guy and Claude were heading off to the basement, huh? Well then, that certainly solved his problem about figuring out what to do. It also looked as if they were bringing another person, but that didn't really matter to him. All that mattered was that he now had a lead to use to his advantage.

This was enough to put him in a good mood, obediently following his nurse back to his room and situated himself on the edge of his bed before taking the plate of food that was offered. Upon further inspection he noticed that the same patient he saw last night was there as well, proving to him that the kid really was was his new roommate.

Sync waited until the nurse left before speaking up.

"Did you get far last night?"

F17

[diamondstorm]

The day had seemed to drag on.

Renamon actually seemed to accomplish a few things, between Badou and Mello, but the doctor's shift had shifted something within her, and she wasn't sure exactly how to put that back. Or if she was supposed to.

But she couldn't waste time thinking about it now. She wanted to go over Badou's transcripts, and Jiraiya would be coming to talk to her at the beginning of the night. She needed to focus. After that... then she could reevaluate herself.

Perhaps she'd have breakfast with Orihime tomorrow.

M14

[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

The last shift had gone pleasantly enough - a few hours of sleep were always welcome in a place like this - and Javert found himself in a slightly better mood than the one in which he'd been this morning.

No sign of Tanaka as of yet. Javert seated himself and began to work through his dinner with his usual implacability. He'd need the energy for tonight.

Re: M14

[violent-varmint.livejournal.com]

Humming snatches of music and bearing a smile unusual for him, Tanaka entered the room and, after greeting his roommate with a quick "Good evening," immediately sat down at his desk. No time for dinner yet (although it did smell quite good); first, one last run over his plans, and a double-check that he'd gotten all the necessary information to go through with them. He opened his notebook and began to plot out the different people he'd have to check in with, letting himself grin again as he did so. Tonight would be a night to remember.

M85

[rectifies.livejournal.com]

By the time he returned to his room, Ken found himself hovering between the realms of sleep and awake. He could hardly keep his eyes open long enough to see tonight's dinner, let alone taste it. The nurse thought it would be prudent for the child to get to bed early tonight and began nudging him toward his side of the room.

He tried to resist. There was several things he had to get accomplished as soon as humanly possible (including those notes for Ururu), but the heaviness around his eyes and head became overwhelming. Consequently, Ken crawled into bed with minimum protest and to his dismay, dozed off.

Re: M85

[roger-hug.livejournal.com]

Bridget was happy that he'd been able to talk to Kagura and that she wasn't mad at him. Now all he had to do was not fall asleep and meet up with her tonight. That shouldn't be so hard.

His nurse warned him to be quiet, since his roommate was asleep (how interesting), and Bridget sat down on his own bed, notebook in hand, and started writing down what he'd learned today.

M17

[its-the-mileage.livejournal.com]

Meat and potatoes: Indy could get behind that kind of dinner. Getting a substantial meal in sounded like a good plan, especially if he ended up striking out for...whatever was outside the Institute. He took a seat at his desk and started in on the turkey.

He'd spent--wasted, he was almost tempted to think--a lot of time catching others up to speed today, but the afternoon had more than made up the difference. Not in terms of learning anything new about Landel's; learning something about himself, rather. Indy wasn't sure how he felt about his bizarre legacy. Some of his adventures had survived, but as fiction instead of historical fact, at least in the popular eye. It didn't make sense. Surely some of his finds were still in museums in 2009 or whenever the kid was from. Surely someone else had done later work at his old dig sites--the ones that hadn't been destroyed, at least.

This wasn't exactly the kind of fortune and glory he'd been expecting.

Re: M17

[oldest-man.livejournal.com]

It was a relief to get out of the cacophony of the music room, though Methos wasn't sure he was looking forward to another evening discussion with his roommate. No doubt the man had managed to devise yet another test or trap or theory. It was a pity; Jones seemed like a decent enough sort of man. Which might have been the problem, now he thought of it.

Methos nodded a hello, waiting for the lock to click behind him before he took a seat and started in on his own meal. His thoughts circled back to Porky as he ate. The man had clearly been mad, but his story could still pose a problem. There were enough gullible people around that one or more of them would almost certainly buy into it eventually. Unfortunately, as things stood there wasn't a damn thing he could really do about it.

M44

[full-score.livejournal.com]

Claude's mind was reeling by the time the shift ended and he was escorted to dinner. Now he knew why the nurse had told him to expect a familiar face today. Even if he'd had a million guesses, though, he never would have thought that Dad would be among today's batch of newest patients. Much less a younger Dad.

Augh, it was already taxing enough worrying that Dad had been brought here in the first place. He didn't even want to think about what this could mean for any potential mess-ups for his life's entire timeline. But surely he couldn't be the first person this has happened to. Surely not, with how crazy this place was. Maybe he could some advice from the bulletin tomorrow...

In the meantime, it was dinner, even though last shift had pretty much robbed him of his appetite. Turkey, turkey, turkey, he inwardly sighed as he pushed some of it around his plate. Not that he had anything against turkey -- it was a dinnertime classic, even if it wasn't his favorite food ever. But right now there was so much more important stuff to worry about than eating.

He forced down a few bites before wondering if it wasn't a better idea to just pull out his book and start reading. Still, he knew he needed to have a full stomach if he was going to the basement tonight. And, anyway, with the way the butterflies were dancing around his stomach, it was all he could do to make himself eat. He doubted he'd be able to pay attention to anything he read.

Claude rubbed at his eyes, putting down his fork for a moment. Dad...he hoped he'd be okay tonight...

Re: M44

[rides-on-top.livejournal.com]

After the noise of the Music Room Emmett was glad to be led back to the cell, but this time it wasn't empty this time. As the door shut behind him he noticed the blond boy in the room, a human. Emmett's body stiffened. He was no Jasper, he had a pretty good handle on his control when he felt like it, but being left alone with a single human after an aggravating day and unexplained blood loss was more than a little tempting. They were taught that when their thirst got to be too much that they should think about them as people rather than prey, remember that they had loved ones, feelings, cute kittens, crap like that.

"Hello," he said in a cool, even tone.

M37

[rubbermancan.livejournal.com]

Today had been pretty interesting, over all -- in weird ways and funny ways, but that was over now. Now all Luffy had to do was wolf down his food and then wait for the real fun to begin. He was still really excited to get to meet up with Usopp tonight, and he was pretty optimistic that they'd be able to find something cool. In fact, he shoveled the food into his mouth faster than he normally would have, as if that would somehow make the night come faster.

Danny wasn't in the room yet, but maybe he was just being really slow today. Luffy wasn't going to worry too much about it for now. Even after being on his third roommate, he never assumed any of them disappeared unless he got a new one.

Re: M37

[toobothersome.livejournal.com]

For a mental hospital/prison filled with man-eating animals and bossy women, Shikamaru had to admit that the place had some comfortable couches. As such, he was annoyed when the nurse ordered him back to his room, but her stern expression and the impatient tapping of her foot suggested that arguing would be a Very Bad Idea. He couldn't resist a few mumbled complaints, however, and was promptly reminded that he was being lazy and ungrateful. Whatever. It wasn't like he'd never heard that before.

Once the door closed behind him, he wasted no time in flopping onto the thin mattress. There was someone else there, the person he'd seen sleeping before he'd been taken to the cafeteria for breakfast, so he gave a casual "hey" before picking up his fork and prodding at the slime-covered meat. Why would anyone cover perfectly good chicken or turkey or whatever with this brown crap?

M80

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

Urgh! What a waste of a meal! Why were they turkey when they could have been having pork?! At least during the other meals they had had substitutes or pork-byproducts as choices! It may have seemed innocuous to others, but it was just enough to sour Porky's good mood. Porky didn't want to go hungry before night fell, though, so he tried to take a bite of the turkey purely out of necessity.

BLECH! Oh, PORK, that tasted horrible! It was all Porky could do to keep from gagging! As the turkey was definitely a no-go, Porky went on to eat the side dishes served with the turkey. Well, all of the sides except the salad. What did they think he was, a rabbit?

As he was eating, Porky thought back to the people he had met during the day. If they were any indication of the patients as a whole, it would certainly be an interesting place. Porky doubted that there were many "normal" people like Adam, but at least they added variety. As for people like "The Hunter" and Evangeline? Well, they may not be nice, but at least they made things more fun. As he was thinking, Porky looked up and-

"OH MY PORK!" Porky shouted and then quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

Who the hell was that?

[oober-tracker.livejournal.com]

A ringing voice cut through Diego's consciousness and jolted him awake. Sluggish memories crawled back into his head as he lay, stunned, and informed him that the voice had said something about... pork. Whatever that was.

"Sid?" he asked faintly, frowning up at an unnaturally white surface. Wasn't he supposed to be dead? Didn't he - oh, wait. Was this wherever you went when you died?

A sterile scent, mixed with the smell of meat and fire, filled his nostrils. A strange, soft sensation pushed up underneath him. His vision was blurry, rendering him incapable of seeing more than the white surface above him... but not white because of snow or ice. It wasn't cold enough.

Diego tried to stand up to examine his surroundings more thoroughly and find out where the owner of the voice was. That plan didn't work out quite as well as he hoped it would, since to Diego's utter surprise, his idea of standing up didn't quite work out with his body's idea. His brain was preparing his muscles to roll up onto all fours and step forward. His muscles completely ignored that and worked off of some other set of orders that somehow involved lurching forward off the soft ground, trying to land on two paws in the dip below. The two trains of thought collided, and Diego's body went rolling off onto a ground that was much harder. He yowled and madly scrambled for the soft surface that was now somehow above him, which also didn't work due to the nonexistence of his front claws.

No... front... claws.

Diego lay still for a second. Only two paws, limbs much longer than he remembered, the comforting feel of his teeth against his fur gone...

Oh no. He was turning into Sid.

Before that realization could dawn out into any kind of a conclusion, Diego became acutely aware of a pair of eyes watching him.

He turned his head slowly, trying to make out the figure. Everything felt mismatched and blurry and wrong right now, and the annoying sensation of being watched wasn't helping.

F22

[windstwilight.livejournal.com]

If you took away breakfast, today had been a really good day. She found a new Nobody friend, one who was really fun. She helped a new guy out--and he did act like she had helped him, even though she didn't know a lot. Plus went to Demyx's band practice, and met his other friends. Plus. Lunch had came with pizza. All in all, good day.

This... uh, leadership thing that Momo had posted though. Senna was hoping that was a typo. Misprint. Mistake. And maybe it was. She had to go meet the Shinigami, so there was a chance that it might be different. Because Senna didn't know the first thing about leading people. At least not like the others. She didn't think she could be that strict and grouchy all the time.

She sighed, wandering into her room. Food first, everything else later. She settled down, and started to eat.

Re: F22

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

Falis plopped down in her chair once she'd limped back to her room lead by her personal vulture and one of the burly men. The hunter sported a few angry thin red cuts across her right cheek and she held her left arm rather still in her lap.

"Now, now Rose, you and Sarah need to behave yourselves tonight," the nurse said to both girls. "I hope you settled your differences, but we'll have someone out in the hall just in case." She looked at Falis as if she'd be the one that would be needing protection. "Just holler if something like last night happens again."

The princess rolled her eyes. "Yeah... whatever. Get the fuck out," she replied.

"Language, Rose!"

Grumbling, Falis waved her hand dismissively at the vulture, her middle finger extended for a moment. "We'll behave, now I want to eat my food before it gets cold. You can yell at me tomorrow."

"I expect every bit of your meal to be eaten then," the nurse said before she and the man left.

Falis rolled her eyes and said something in a very guttural language that sounded a lot like it shouldn't come from a human mouth. Without any explanation to Senna, Falis started to devour her food.

M79

[i-dont-paint.livejournal.com]

Another day, another set of oddities. It was becoming a strange sort of routine. Tony was glad enough to bid the nurse goodbye and hear the door click shut behind her. The solitude would be short-lived, but he'd take those few minutes where he could get them.

He settled down to eat his dinner, another surprisingly decent meal. By that point, it would have been more startling to find the staff serving typical hospital fare. His thoughts lingered uneasily on the conversation with the young alien girl. Whose name, he realized, he'd never actually managed to get around to finding out. Well, there were always other days. Each one that passed made it seem less likely any of them would be escaping any time soon.

Re: M79

[scarletspeedstr.livejournal.com]

For once, Wally actually seemed deep in thought when he entered the room, directing only a distracted smile and 'hey' to Tony before sitting himself at his desk and starting on his dinner. Eating more out of autopilot and necessity rather than anything else and staring at the wall while he thought, Wally almost looked like he was copying Tony's normal behaviour during dinner, but he was too distracted to note that particular detail.

There were other people with superspeed here. Two actually, and while he'd only talked with Bart, that was still one person more than he'd ever thought he'd run into. It was weird, like he was both excited to think that there would be others with powers like his, but also a little nervous. Bart had been really kinda... weirded out by Wally. Like he kept expecting something bad from him. What if this other person was the same?

Or if they didn't actually have powers at all and it was a trap. He'd been too shocked and curious and desperate to meet them and a hundred other things to think that at the time but... Well, it was pretty coincidental that two people showed up in the one day like that, even if one had checked out okay. And he'd given the other one his room number. Yeah, he'd better hope it wasn't a trap, 'cause if it was he'd walked right into it like an idiot.

It was only when the fork scraped across a cleaned plate (so actually, not that long at all) that Wally remembered where he was and pushed his chair out more to face Tony.

"So, how was your fun-filled, action-packed day?"

M41

[vladville.livejournal.com]

The day hadn't been terribly busy, but they usually weren't. Just light conversations, naps, the option to subject oneself to institutional-style 'fun'...

Vlad hadn't thought much of the food for the day either, so at least turkey was a slightly more dignified meal when compared to the pizza he'd had for lunch. Even with cheese, it was just too heavy and too greasy. He liked to think of himself as a practical man, able to accept a temporary setback for eventual gain, but a genuine feeling of homesickness was starting to come over him. Going from his choice of the finest food and whatever pasttimes he'd care to enjoy to being a prisoner whose meals and even recreation were carefully monitored was stressful enough. Then there was the confusion with his poor roommate, and of course Daniel's late efforts to worry Vlad didn't help. He hadn't seen the boy at any of the meals or during the activities... it was possible enough that a short boy with black hair would blend in easily with the crowds, and Vlad didn't spend every moment on the lookout for him, of course, but...

Well, they had parted on odd terms the previous evening. And assuming Daniel had the common sense to back away from a problem where even he admitted he could see no solution was possibly assuming too much. It wasn't enough worry to keep Vlad from eating his dinner, but it was enough that he was beginning to wonder if he shouldn't start looking into the basement himself, just as a pre-emptive gesture. He could kill someone easily enough, if needed.

M56

[superdynamic.livejournal.com]

Suzaku was all set to go back to the cafeteria when the announcement was made for dinner, and was surprised when all the "patients" were led back to their rooms. Apparently dinner was served there.

He made himself comfortable once the nurse left, digging into the turkey. He eyed the other bed speculatively -- the room was obviously built for two. Would he have a roommate, or was he by himself? A roommate could be another source of information, but Suzaku might be able to operate better if he had some privacy, especially when it came to confidential discussions with Lelouch and whatnot.

Re: M56

[adharma.livejournal.com]

This Landels was more than a little tiring. Mukuro found himself ignoring most of the rest of the day until he was shuffled back towards his room. To his surprise there was already someone else in the room.

He stayed near the door, crossing his arms and leaning against it. ". . . Hello," which was a good enough greeting. His roommate wasn't that old, which was somewhat surprising -- then again, he had seen a variety of ages around. It was not a prison, then, an institute as it claimed. That idea was endlessly amusing to him, and Mukuro couldn't help but to let out a small laugh.

Hopefully his roommate would be able to share in his amusement.

M34

[maskedsunflower.livejournal.com]

There were options for foods that weren't entirely pork, and even foods without pork, for the soldiers at home. Hamburgers, french fries, even simple rice with eggs. But there was pork available, and it was proper to prefer that. Pork could even be added to a hamburger easily enough, or made into a hot dog...

There was just no pork at all in a turkey. No pork in the side dishes, either, not even as a garnish. Taking out the chocolate he had wrapped earlier to put it to the side of his plate, so it would have more time away from his body heat and not melt, the Commander started in on his strange meal.

His efforts today hadn't been a complete success, but he was acting outside of his original design. Even one person agreeing to meet with them was a partial success, and there was still his roommate to consider. True, his roommate seemed to be dedicated to the History Club, but he hadn't had the option of Porky's leadership before.

F15

[trapdetected.livejournal.com]

Naoto didn't mind having to return to her room, as the shifts prior to this had been fairly productive, at least as much as she figured they would be. There was only so much one could accomplish when you had authorities monitoring your every move; needless to say, it was very annoying. Thankfully they didn't seem to care much about what you talked about, whether it was written or by word. Strange, but what wasn't? Something was fishy about it for certain, but with Landel wholly aware of his actions and that the patient populace here wasn't crazy (most of it, anyway-- the bulletin tended to have some... interesting entries indicating otherwise), he probably didn't care enough to make the nurses and doctors do anything about it. Perhaps he reveled in it, took some sort of twisted pride how everyone talked about him; it was like a child wanting to be the center of attention. Some criminals wanted as much, Naoto knew-- the only difference between this madman of a doctor and the average man was that they all had to play in Landel's world. He was in control, here, but with the right information (and maybe some luck on their end, too), they'd take it back.

She was going to see to it in one way or another.

The meal itself looked appetizing, more so than their lunch did. It still looked like a lot, but she could have some of it before the end of the day; she'd probably need it. For now, her notebook-- already filled with several pages of notes-- was set aside. Naoto had already spent the entire day pouring her mind into it, and unfortunately anything she currently had wasn't enough to get her as far as she'd like. She needed more, however the night was approaching, so maybe she'd get it. Utena would be arriving soon, as well; the girl wanted to talk, and hopefully she could provide something Naoto didn't already have.

Re: F15

[revolutionise]

After Armand had left, Utena had made her way back to the Sun Room and spent the rest of her time combing over the bulletin for as long as her nurse would let her. She made as many hasty notes as she could in the time she had, knowing that the nurse didn't approve of her spending so much time at the board. As she had thought before, it almost felt like she was trying to cram for an important test on the night before, in a way.

By the time she was herded back to her room, Utena had filled a few more pages in her notebook, and her hand was on the verge of cramping. "Hey," she said to Naoto with a soft smile as she entered the room and the door was shut behind her. She made her way over to the bed and took the plate of turkey in hand. "So this isn't Ohtori or Inaba, that much we know for sure," she joked, trying to keep in as light a mood as she could before night fell and she would have to deal with finding out what had happened to Himemiya. "Did you get very far after we split up last night?"

M23

[31st-of-china.livejournal.com]

The door was just barely closing when Sanzo moved, hurriedly changing into his robes.

He had to get ready to move the moment the doors opened. There wasn't any telling how long it'd take the dumbass monkey, but Sanzo wasn't going to put any trust on him to do the right thing and stay put. Not if Goku thought he was protecting him. Whenever there was a chance of actual danger to the monk, Goku lost what little common sense he had. He wasn't about to let the chimp walk into another trap.

Better someone with brains handled this.

Sanzo sat down on the bed, and popped open the chamber on the Smith & Wesson. Fully loaded. Everything in working order. He snapped it shut, and tucked the gun away.

M23

[onefellbeast.livejournal.com]

The telltale clicks of a gun alerted him to another presence in his room as he stepped inside. Takasugi hadn't had much opportunity earlier to meet with his roommate, though he had been aware that someone else was inhabiting his room when he'd woken up there the night before. The other bed in the room attested to that much, as did the amount of personal effects that were not his.

His steps were casual as he walked further inside, waiting for the door shut behind him before leaning against it, and his uncovered eye observing the other man carefully, devouring his every move. Had he been expected or not? He couldn't tell which answer would amuse him more, but he was quite to eager to find out.

"You are?" he questioned, appearing at ease with his surroundings though instinct had him on edge and ready for whatever response should be sent his way.

F9

[madeinthehrl]

"I'm very disappointed in you, Miss Medvedeva," the nurse said as she led Soma back to her room. "I thought you could behave yourself on your first day, but apparently I was wrong."

Soma didn't respond. For one, she was still a little angry, and for another, she was too busy memorizing the route from the Music Room to her own. It was a relatively short walk, she found; barring some catastrophe, finding her way to the Boxing Club's first meeting would be straightforward enough. She still wasn't sure if she should even go to the meeting - not when they were still around - but the fight at lunch, combined with her little encounter last night, had told her that she couldn't count on her quantum brain waves to win her fights for her. Not until she knew just how much the doctors here had slowed her down.

There was a tray of food waiting for her at her desk; with another disapproving shake of her head, the nurse departed, locking the door behind her. Soma sat down and ate dutifully - the food was surprisingly good, especially compared to what she was used to in the barracks. And neither she nor the colonel had any exceptional talent when it came to cooking.

She rubbed her wrist thoughtfully and glanced at her surroundings as she chewed. She had noticed the presence of another bed in the room last night, but she hadn't seen anyone else in the room, aside from the nurse. Did she have a roommate of some sort?

F9

[mugenreppa.livejournal.com]

Busy laughing at Brook, Mele almost missed the bulletin board as she was lead somewhere else. She only got a passing glance and at the time hadn't actually registered what it was, but now she at least knew it was there.

Mele tuned out the nurse's chattering as usual, but the word 'roommate' jumped out at her in particular.

"Roommate?" Mele interrupted. "As in, sharing a room?"

"That's what I said, dear," the nurse continued placidly. She went on, but Mele stopped paying attention (again), thoughts whirling. Roommate. Mele rubbed her forehead. From what seemed to be mealtime, to some sort of music room, and now to a room with a roommate. Mr. Grumpy from mealtime had said this was a hospital, but what kind of hospital was this supposed to be? Ki aside, Mele wasn't hurt, as far as she could see.

She'd been here a couple of hours now. Time to stop dawdling around like some sleepwalker and actually acquire some real intel.

The nurse opened the door for her, which Mele resented, but the nurse only sauntered off back down the corrider as if Mele's glare had had no effect. Mele wished she hadn't been so cooperative. She hadn't thought the nurse would have any useful info, always chattering on as she did. The chatter reminded her of Bae, and she rarely ever really paid any attention to Bae.

She stepped into the room, and flopped onto the unoccupied bed. "You must be the roommate," she said to the girl across from her. The girl was eating, and Mele looked at the other plate of food on the dresser with distaste. She hadn't eaten at the other mealtime with Mr. Grumpy, and hunger was making itself known now. But she hadn't eaten in years, so this would be interesting, to say the least. She pulled the plate closer. "What is this stuff?"