damned_institute | Day 40: Lunch

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Day 40: Lunch

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"Damn that SCOURGE!" Starscream cried out, the slowly-filling cafeteria producing a jarring echo of his raspy voice. His limping, already bad enough from not knowing how to properly use his crutches, was now exacerbated from the injuries he'd received the shift prior. Despite the gauges in his non-casted leg so lovingly provided by the aforementioned 'patient', Starscream could still put some weight on it, but not so much that he could really stop and rest; relieving the soreness under his arms was out of the question. The nurse that walked behind him with his tray, already upset at having to deal with yet another troublesome inmate, was growing rather impatient as his charge slowly made his way down the food line.

"Just...give me a standard serving of the aquatic creature's flesh, some of those fried potato slices, two bananas, and three bottles of juice," Starscream sighed, his anger from just a moment ago assuaged by the physical exertion needed to move the way he did. "I'm going to sit down here...bring it to me when you're done."

He was hardly surprised to find that one of the bananas was completely bruised along its inner curve, or that the handful of 'chips' on his plate were all on the small side. Tired and frustrated as he was, however, he could barely muster a 'damned flesh-creature' before moving his fingers to the plate, picking one of the longer 'chips' and shoving it into his mouth listlessly.

There was an unusually high concentration of sodium chloride crystals on it. Of COURSE.

[For Tony Stark]

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[Daphne?]

Just what they needed. It wasn't bad enough they had no idea how they got here, or that the demon wasn't really a demon, but now they had some guy on the bulletin board claiming he could make people tell the truth.

So far he hadn't been able to get a straight answer out of "LeLouch" about how long he'd had these powers. Frankly, Dean wasn't even too interested in finding out, especially when Sam said Yellow-Eyes had hinted at "other generations", which meant that there could easily be more psychics out there, more whackjobs who didn't fit the old profile they had for these people. They could be easily older or younger than Sammy, which meant, basically, they could be anyone at all and the pattern had been long past broken the whole time. Dean knew he wasn't taking this psychic thing very well, but how the hell was he supposed to? So far the only normal guy they'd run into was Andy.

And Andy was dead.

It hadn't really hit Dean that morning days ago, when he'd sat there, chewing on a long-cold, greasy-as-hell pizza slice without really tasting it, and listened to Sammy tell him about everything that happened in Cold Oak. Ava killed Andy, he'd said, and all Dean had been able to do was numbly just go "poor Andy". But it hadn't hit him then. Now it did, because it sank in, really sank in, that Andy had been the only living proof that maybe Sammy wouldn't darkside like these others, that maybe there were people out there who wouldn't abuse their weird, unnatural powers just 'cause they could. That Andy, despite his powers, had been just a pretty cool guy who didn't deserve to get tossed into this. No more Andy, hitting up the bong in that totally awesome van of his. For some reason, Dean kept thinking about that van, empty now. Maybe it'd get towed before it rusted. Of all the people to draw the short straw, Andy shouldn't have been one of them.

Dean closed his eyes, grit his teeth, and picked up his lunch tray.

You couldn't save everyone. That was one of the hardest things he'd picked up from Dad. Wasn't learning how to fight, how to take care of his arsenal or the Impala, but knowing you fought and you still fucked it up. Might've ganked the monster, but sometimes it was too little, too late. If we'd just got to Cold Oak sooner, Dean thought, Could've saved everyone. But they hadn't. And he'd just have to live with that. At least it wasn't a lifetime of regrets. Not a long one, to be all technical about it...although he was pretty sure the end game wasn't something to look forward to. Funny, despite sending demons to Hell, Dean had no idea of the scope of the place, except from what Meg told him that time when she'd been possessing his brother: he had a feeling he'd gotten the very, very short, Disneyfied version that wasn't gonna do Hell justice.

Edited 2009-04-06 11:05 (UTC)

That had been fun! Luke was a cool guy, a little weird at times but cool, and Kon hoped he'd get the chance to run into him again. But now it was lunch and he was supposed to see Bart again. Bart had said he wanted to talk to him about something, though he wouldn't say what which was weird, coming from Impulse. Kon didn't remember Bart ever being the secretive type so if he was doing it now it must be important. He was actually a little worried, not that he planned on telling Bart that.

Maybe Robin would finally show his face too, if there was something important to talk about. Something besides how to get out of here, obviously 'cause that didn't seem to be a big enough deal for Rob.

He also totally owed Bart some major payback for making him imagine Superman in a dress. It would be hard to come up with anything as disturbing as that mental image had been, but he'd manage. Bart was so going to regret saying anything about Superman and (yuk!) Batman. 'Cause seriously, what was up with that?

Piling some awesomely greasy fish and chips on his tray, Kon began wandering about the room, searching for Bart.

[~~Super~~Ego seeks Id]

Well, that had been a bust. Not much he could do about it, though - it seemed that "Bob" only really liked plain, unaccented apples, and Wonka could understand that perspecive... he held it himself on more than one food, after all. Pancakes, for instance. Why anyone would ruin a perfectly good pancake by mixing in random other foods they happen to like he'd never understand. And besides...

Wonka's train of thought was derailed when he actually reached the lunchline, and had something better to do than inwardly complain about breakfast foods. Taking some fish and fries, some cocktail sauce, and a small salad, he made his way to a seat near the Courtyard doors, and began putting out his free samples as he'd done yesterday. Hopefully that boy from the bulletin board would have a chance to stop by before lunch was over.

[Unknowingly waiting for Schuldig.]

Sleep, sleep, sleep. It was almost as though Landel had added narcolepsy to his bag of dirty tricks... and now Tanaka had missed all of second shift, when he could have been working on his plans, or finding Zelnick to go over the situation, or getting more information on Usopp's progress, or any number of other things. But there was no point in moping about it and wasting more time. Tanaka quickly took a light selection of foods, and made his way to one of the tables, starting into his meal with some vigor and keeping an eye out for the relevant individuals as he did so.

After her embarrassing encounter with Falis, Ami made her way into the cafeteria. Just being up and about was tiring. I should be in bed resting, she thought with concern. My ribs will take much longer to heal if I'm up and about too much...

Ami opted against the chips and went for a salad as a side, and grabbed an orange juice. Giving a sweeping glance across the cafeteria, she spotted Falis and Anise, but they were both occupied, and she didn't want to intrude. She made her way over to an empty seat and sat down. She was ravenously hungry due to her body healing. Still no sign of Logan-san...

[Waiting for Tokito!]

Luke wasn't particularly hungry for lunch, and trailed until he was one of the last people to leave the field. He didn't want to leave the sunshine and warmth - why couldn't 'treatment' involve more time outside?

But he finally left with a sigh, feeling ignorant and awkward in a way he hadn't in a while. Superboy made it sound completely obvious that men could and did do all the same things as men and woman. And even ignoring the... weird possibility that apparently Superboy might want to do said things with him, Luke wasn't yet sure he even believed what he'd been told. Not that Superboy seemed like a liar or anything, but it could be something different about their worlds. After all, Luke may have spent most of his life in a single manor, but he'd still gotten out a lot finally. And none of the guys he'd ever met had said anything about liking guys the way they liked girls. He wasn't so oblivious he'd miss something like that, was he?

With a quite groan Luke filled a tray with food without seeing it and went to go sit in the first empty space he could find. He was going to need to ask Guy about this.
He didn't enjoy the idea of embarrassing himself, but if it had to happen, Guy was his best friend and would be honest. Plus, he'd taught Luke most of what he knew anyway.

Staring down at his unappatising plate of food, Luke made a face and picked up his juice.

[free!]

If pressed, Tony would swear that the shift scheduling was set up solely to make it next to impossible to achieve much of anything during the daylight. Between being hurried from place to place and trying not to be noticed saying anything that might make the nurses go for a syringe, he was amazed he was ever able to get anything done at all. And that was only if he was willing to take a very, very broad view of how anything was defined.

He was looking forward to finding a solitary seat and being left alone with his thoughts for just a little while, long enough to make some sort of plan. Unfortunately, though the nurse had left him to his own devices on the recreational field, she wasn't willing to do so a second time. Once he'd gotten a tray of fish and chips, she took him firmly by the arm and steered him toward a table occupied by a man who looked to have run afoul of some of the nastier creatures roaming the halls at night. Or maybe some of the nastier patients; Tony thought he recognized the man as one of the participants in a short-lived brawl that had broken out outside, though he hadn't been paying much attention.

With a parting, "Now, you and Mr. Latta have a nice lunch, William," the nurse headed off, leaving him alone with the unfamiliar patient.

Tony's expression twisted into a wry grimace as he sat down, certain the eyes the woman seemed to have in the back of her head would catch him if he were to attempt to be unsociable. "Well, you heard Nurse Stepford," he said, half-apologetic.

Naruto was in a rather good mood, after working on his kanji with Jiraiya and meeting someone new. The man had seemed sort of stiff but he'd been nice enough, and Naruto wondered who he'd be meeting next.

His nurse pushed him toward a table that he plopped down onto, his tray in front of him. He was hungry, so he started eating without looking around to see if anyone else he knew was around. Either way, they could come sit with him as there was free room.

He wasn't being very clean, though, which might make people change their minds.

[Hijitaka!]

No board again. Oh well, food was just as good, and if the days always went by the same here, that meant he should get at least one more time in the day to get a stab at that board, pen or no pen! Sokka didn't need to go another night without having access to a decent map!

But the food put those thoughts from mind for the moment. It really smelled good today, and he puled his tray high before taking a seat anywhere. He did glance up a moment, just to be sure that Shikamaru or someone else wasn't there, before digging in. Oh it was fish! Fish that he hadn't had to fight with to catch! Could this place get any better?!

Celes had her own quirks, ones that she wasn't so keen to show in public. She had made herself a circlet of roses (carefully denuding the stems, well checked for aphids) and managed to keep her face serene and unaffected as she strode through the cafeteria. The other patients could take a long walk off a short cliff; she had roses for once. It was nice to take a reprieve from thinking on heavy subjects that she certainly would have to consider the next shift.

Even more worrying was how Hughes had not said a single word through the bulletin, nor had she seen him at the morning meal. Celes sat down with her tray and rested her chin in her hand. Thinking negatively would get her nowhere, so she had to think logically. But, in that case, Hughes was sleeping in far too late.

[Free to good home, doesn't bite hard.]

The day had been pleasant enough so far, but unfortunately Brook hadn't had any company at all! That was a bit of his fault as he'd not gone to approach anyone himself, but everyone just seemed to be so busy already, and it was just too un-gentleman-like to barge in on a conversation already in progress!

After getting his food, Brook looked around for what he hoped would be a person seated alone, someone that he could cheer up, but he just couldn't seem to find anyone once again! Maybe it just was not meant to be for some reason. He couldn't begin to imagine why, but he just had to deal with ti he supposed. Perhaps someone would approach him instead, or a friend would walk by that he could flag down. Yes, that would work. He had a seat with that in mind and started to work on his food.

She should probably have done more than nap in the Sun Room (or so the nurse had told her several times), but really, gardening wasn't her thing and never had been. She might as well catch up with her sleep while she had the chance, instead of spending her time engaged in pointless activities which did no-one any good.

She did have plans for lunch however that she intended to see through. She hadn't really spoken with Kira, not one-on-one like it should have been. She'd only spoken with him while she'd been with Gin and that was probably the worst possible position that she could have been in.

She found a seat where she could watch the door and peered doubtfully down at her food. Fish, but covered in what looked like an oilier tempura batter. How strange.

[For Kira!]

The days weren't that bad at all, actually. In fact, they went by really fast these days. ...Of course this had nothing at all to do with the fact that Wolfram had spent his second morning in a row curled up in bed sound asleep. Using his magic the night before had drained him, and on top of his fever he just had no energy to get up any earlier. Kaoru was probably worried about him, and that made him feel slightly bad, but not quite enough to go anywhere for it.

Except by lunch, the nurses rather insisted that he get up, since he'd barely eaten anything in the last three days. His fever had broken by that point, and physically he was feeling a lot better... even if his heart was still broken.

Grabbing a decent sized plate of food for once, he tried to find a spot that wasn't too crowded. Staring blankly at the table, he started picking at it, trying to will his appetite to come back.

[Sam I am?]

Jaime's head and back were still aching from the Scarab's brilliant idea to try activating the armour during the day. He was just lucky that Daphne had already know he had some sort of ability, otherwise it would have led to worse questions than it already had.

Apologies. Will not attempt activation during daylight again.

"It would have been better if you'd warned me first," Jaime complained under his breath. There was a commotion happening in the cafeteria already, some girl jumping about on the tables making over the top declarations, so hopefully no one would notice his one-sided conversation. And if they did, well, he was in a crazy house.

Collecting a tray and a plate of fish and chips, Jaime picked out an empty spot and claimed it as his own. "Okay, Jaime. What have we learned so far? Aside from the fact that the armour doesn't work during the day and that it seems like everyone I talk to is either a meta or a magic user or an alien."

Ah yes, the taste of victory ~~over Yuki's presumptuous roommate~~. It was sweet.

At least, it would have been if Touya wasn't face-down on the table, tray next to him, completely exhausted. Seriously, this exhaustion thing blew massively. How long was he going to be tired? Maybe he should ask Yukito later.

For now, though, he should eat. ...but Gooood, his tray was so far away ~~at a mere inch from his cheek~~.

(Free! ♥)

Tha hell? Was Logan's first thought. It seemed to him that one minute he'd been sitting at a table in the cafeteria, discussing Ami's condition with her roommate, and the next, he was standing in the doorway of that same room, nurse at his elbow, looking inwards. He half expected to see himself still sitting at that same table, talking to Anise, as though he'd gone through some sort of timewarp. Stranger things had happened to him, after all.

Chalking it up as another of Landel's damn tricks, Logan grimaced as he stalked through the rows of tables towards the serving area, ignoring his nurse's "Come along now, Mr. Howlett." He had already left her far behind him as his nose began to pick out the smells emanating from the food counters. Fish wa the most predominant. To him, it seemed as though he had only just eaten, but he was surprised to find he was still somewhat hungry. And the itching from where his left eye had been, as well as along the large scar already forming across his gut, indicated that the food he had already consumed was at least doing something towards helping his healing factor along, maddeningly slow as it may be. So he would eat.

Another piled-high plate, this time with three pieces of fish, a generous amount of chips, salad and tartare sauce. Looking around, he spotted Ami, but she already seemed deep in conversation. At least he now knew she was alive (albeit looking almost as banged-up as himself), which was very reassuring. The urge to sidle over and interrupt was strong, but he didn't quite know how she'd react to that. He also noticed someone who could possibly pass for Parker, but he too was talking to someone else already. No sign of Rogers or Cole, or even Mr CEO, however.

Deciding to take a seat alone for now, he began to eat, occasionally glancing at the door in case any of his other allies arrived.

[Boooorn free, free as the wiiiind blows, free as the graaaass grows...boooorn freee...ok I'll stop now]

Would be nice if I knew what my plans were tonight... Hokuto looked around, but Momo, Kira, and Rangiku were busy. She spotted Ichimaru, but... there was no way she was talking to him.

She smiled when she saw Hanatarou, but he was busy too. Maybe she'd get to check up with him later.

Finding a place to sit, she ignored the fish in favor of the chips. Hey, she needed carbs too!

[for the twin!]

The fresh air had actually been rather pleasant for the short time that they'd been outside. The air inside was much stuffier, always with the faint scent of antiseptic and plastic, the familiar hospital scents that he loathed, maybe not as much as Aya, but badly enough. It was worse that he was getting used to it too.

The food though actually made him grin, remembering days on the beach in England when he'd been staying with his mother's family. Fish and Chips. How long had it been since he'd last had that as a meal? Ah, the nostalgia. The nurse seemed pleasantly surprised when he took some food willingly and actually began to eat it fairly quickly, finding himself a seat and starting in on it.

It was remarkable, really, how smoothly the day was going for Chidori; no one had bothered her during breakfast or second shift! The main frustration of the day so far was that none of the people who had responded to her message board post had followed through with any real information, so Chidori was still completely lost on the topic of sex. Thinking about it on her own was getting her nowhere, either--she simply didn't have the information or frame of reference she needed.

Instead of continuing to beat her head against that wall, Chidori pushed the topic out of her mind for the time being. She took her usual small lunch, primarily from the salad bar but with a small serving of fries as well, and sought an empty seat. She hadn't finished her drawings of the plants in the greenhouse, so working on those would be a nice distraction as soon as she finished eating.

[free, but mun is on slow posting]

As the proverbial rotten cherry on the sour milk sundae that had been her therapy session, the sedatives in Ophelia's body were beginning to lessen up not long after she was escorted out of Dr. Kisugi's office. Not before then, when the ability to move a little bit more freely would have been useful, oh no. It had to be just after, when the only victory she could subsequently claim was not having to lean quite so hard on her nurse as she was helped through the halls. Damn it all, even the non-sentient drugs were out to orchestrate a perfectly terrible day for her.

She did not make a move to take any food in the cafeteria line, but also did not move to protest her nurse filling up a tray of strangely breaded fish and golden brown sticks for her. She was not in the mood to do anything - not resisting, not playing, not making snide comments, nothing. After the horror and humiliation of the night and the added helping of frustration in her "session", Ophelia found herself overwhelmed by an incredible apathy. It was really the only reaction that made sense in the wake of such pain and destructive emotion.

Ophelia spied Arlene having lunch with a pink-haired girl. Even though it wasn't with her, she could practically see her shorn braid in the human woman's hand. Biting her bottom lip hard enough that she could taste her own blood (normally a comforting taste, but not after what Dr. Kisugi had just pulled), she forced herself to look away from her enemy and made her way to the far, far opposite end of the room.

She ended up near where she had slammed that dark-haired man with the bandages over one eye into the floor. At least that was one pleasant memory that she could replay in her mind, even though the crack in the floor appeared to have repaired itself over the course of the night. She fell into an empty seat and started staring very intently at the nearby wall. Though the fresh cod in front of her smelled delicious, she didn't even bother to touch it; somehow, it was a little bit too close to guts for her comfort right then.

[For Takasugi. So sorry for the delay! Needed to get further in therapy thread before posting to lunch.]

The plants had been nice, and she rather liked Soma, but the scent of the food instantly made her feel sick when she entered the cafeteria. It was strong, overwhelming almost. She almost turned and walked straight out of the room again, but the nurse, of course, wouldn't hear of it and 'kindly' filled a plate for her and took her to a seat, telling her to eat up. It took all of Argilla's willpower not to snarl and bare her teeth at the woman. How quickly the trappings of humanity disappeared when hunger reared its head.

She stared down at the food with little interest and no appetite for it. The people around her would make a much nicer and more satisfying meal after all.

_{[Possibly for Sauce~]}

A familiar and fairly regular dilemma continued to be his blood lust.

Other things had occupied him and his appetite during breakfast, and his time with his new doctor--if the man could be called that--had hardly been a time to consider his stomach when he'd devoted himself to keeping up his composure at all costs. Bodily needs were easier to suppress than emotions.

Now that he was back in the usual throng of Landel's, midday in the cafeteria only reminded him that the fascination of his discovery wasn't going to sustain him when it came to food. In fact, it was time to turn his attention to his next moves. And in order to accomplish those, Aidou had to keep his strength up as much as anyone else, no matter how strict his diet was. Blood. He'd bore his wound for long enough already--boosting his regenerative capabilities would finally heal the rest of it, at that.

There was still half a day to go, however, and other things the vampire could do while he continued to digest the day's information.

Sasuke's face wasn't amongst the other prisoners' when Aidou took a tray with a bigger serving than before, and so he took a seat alone at first, keeping an eye on the door. His nurse certainly thought it was sweet, that he was willing to use her to flag down the blind boy. He ignored her with more patience than he normally did.

Figured they'd serve something that needed a knife and fork when he was all...something. Van was just damn lucky that Nursey had saved his ass, 'cause otherwise...

Awkwardly, Teisel fumbled with the fish, giving up on the fork and just scooping it up by hand. He missed his mouth a couple times, but what could you do?

Stupid nurses with their stupid...needles...augh. He wondered if she'd be alright, or if he'd ended up missing when he'd tried to clock her one. Some part of him that was still lucid was horrified that he'd tried to strike a lady, but then she had been coming at his neck with a... Best not to think about it anymore.

Hmm. As far as fish went, he'd had better.

Meeting Albedo hadn’t been much of a gain or a waste; he was a small stepping stone that had served its purpose. A 'shift' spent quietly sitting with a fellow resident, watching how things worked and letting the sedatives find their way out of her was informative in its own way, just like ravaging bodies until she was given some straight answers could be. The latter would decidedly be more fun.

But the option seemed to be out of her reach for now, if the tiny needle prick on her upper arm said anything.

Patience…

Because Yomi (or Fujiwara or whoever they thought her to be) was behaving more like a helpless little human--a behaving patient--the members of staff who were constantly escorting her around were more happy to talk to her. Huh. Could they be anything else but human? She couldn’t be so sure yet. The cheerful daylight persona could’ve been hiding a lot more she didn’t know about. Ugly things. The tone of the bulletin board certainly seemed to lean that way, but the depressed commiserating and the personal stuff weren’t what interested her, and there was an awful lot of it to sort through.

She spent lunch making careful inquiries of her new nurse, who stayed to chat for a while before going back to her duties. When the woman let her alone to eat and ‘get to know people’, Yomi spent the rest of lunch doing neither, sitting with her legs crossed and her chin cupped in her hand. Watching.

Hmm.

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