damned_institute | 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.

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Interrupted again.

Not that she'd been expecting any less. But hey, a girl could dream, right?

If Yuffie didn't have a thing against fighting civilians - except in emergencies - this would have been a piece of cake. Chocolate cake. With multicoloured sprinkles that spelled out the phrase 'TOTAL VICTORY', along with a variety of other 'colourful' words. Exasperated, she held her ground in the middle of the table. These guys probably wouldn't get it into their heads that they were utterly outmatched--

-- except. Were they? With the power restrictions..!

"Reasonable? This is reasonable." Ahem; Yuffie pitched her voice to be more audible to the surrounding tables. "Unlike evil-doers such as yourself and your leader - or is that leaders? - I am offering a ray of light to these poor, bored souls! Under my guidance, which burns like a sun in the darkest of depths, the ---" She paused, glancing around quickly at one of the orderlies that had come up on her blindside. "Dude, you better not be hoping to pinch my butt."

The man only gave Yuffie a blank look in response, as though he didn't quite understand what she was trying to tell him; after a second he shook his head once, pointed at her, then at the floor in front of himself. He wasn't going to engage in verbal sparring with her like the nurse would, he just wanted her to get down.

"We're not 'evil-doers' or anything of the sort, Miss Bloom." The nurse sighed, suppressing an impulse to rub the bridge of her nose. She was going to get a headache out of this, she just knew it. "We're here to help you get better. And right now you need to sit down and eat your lunch." And if she didn't, the woman's tone said, they were going to make her do it.

Yuffie had wanted a bit of fun and a bit of attention, and she figured that she was getting exactly what she'd asked for; even the idea that she was still stuck didn't really faze her anymore. She felt like herself, for the first time in days. "C'mon, you can do better than that!" She told the orderly. "What do I look like? A dog? Cats are a ton cooler."

And getting her off the table was going to be very much like giving a cat a bath.

Dividing her attention around the group was second nature. She knew that she was outnumbered and - thanks to the jerk in charge - overpowered, but she also knew that no matter the outcome, she'd be glad she'd done it. It would be worth it, no matter what happened, or what anybody else thought! "Since your boss is, so are you. By proxy." Completely floored logic, but oh well. "Anyway, how do you know that sitting down and eating my lunch will make me any better? Maybe I have a stomach-ache! And maybe I'm more comfortable in high places!"

Patience and reason hadn't managed to get anything accomplished in the situation, which meant it was time to move on to the next step. "All right, enough is enough," the nurse replied sternly, as she gestured to the orderlies surrounding the table. "It's time to get down now, Miss Bloom."

The orderlies moved in then, faster than it would have seemed possible for men of their bulk: one stepped up onto the table as the other three grabbed for whatever they could reach of the girl. Giving a cat a bath merely involved allowing it no other options, and if necessary that was what they would do here.

Oh, no way! That just wasn't fair at all! Yuffie was used to people being unexpectedly strong and fast, but she was equally used to those people being on her side. Dancing and hopping around the hands grabbing at her, all movements calculated, precise, and oddly graceful, Yuffie managed to retain her freedom for a while -- but it wasn't to be. Even if she wanted to attack, to defend herself, or hurt them, under the horribly annoying circumstances, it'd be impossible.

Four on one wouldn't be a problem back home.

Here, it was a nightmare.

And pretty soon, Yuffie was caught. "Aww, man. You guys suck," she complained, shooting a glare the orderly who'd captured her -- the impromptu tablemate. Mr. No-Words. Mr. Plain-and-boring. Knowing perfectly well that Resistance Was Futile, and also knowing that Doom - also known as sedation - was waiting in the wings, Yuffie still put up a bit of a struggle. It was a little disappointing that nobody was heroic enough to run to her rescue, but…

Wait! There was a better way to think of this, even better than 'I let them get me'! She was Yuffie the Great, standing alone once again. Champion of Justice! Martyr of pranksters Institute-wide! No, everywhere! Immediately ceasing her struggling, Yuffie smirked at her captors in both defiance and triumph. Way cool.

Day 40: Lunch

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[i hope this is okay?]