Day 40: Lunch

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*hobble wobble*

"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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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.