Day 41: Sun Room

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Haseo's steps were heavy with the weight of righteous anger as he was escorted into the Sun Room, his posture so sullen and reluctant you could almost hear the nostalgic cry of an electric guitar. He was seething, and though perhaps it was a bit harder to be intimidating while wearing the uniform of an insane asylum and flanked by a bored-looking orderly, it was not for lack of trying.

Unfortunately, his nurse seemed unaffected by the act, and even with the cloud of failing to keep "Kai" away from "Peyton" hanging over her, remained determinedly cheerful. She merely said something about receiving a lecture later on, ignored his retorts, and assured him that it would be alright even though his internet stalker was in the same building. For the most part, Haseo tuned her babbling out after that, dismissing it as hopeless.

"...and usually this would be the time children would be taking showers, but you don't have to worry about that right now. Now then, le--"

"Wait. What?"

"Oh, all the children seventeen or under are separated right now while the adults go to the courtyard..."

"Hey, I'm not a kid you old--!"

"Oh of course you aren't dear, but you're not eighteen yet either, now are you?"

Haseo resisted the urge to do something rash, literally biting his tongue to keep quiet. But upon having the bulletin board pointed out to him, he shrugged off his anger for the most part and headed that way, fully intending to get more answers than he'd had time to receive during breakfast.

Well... at least Endrance is in another shower group, he thought, Thank god.

[Closed to Tsukasa, for now!]

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Tsukasa was silent as the nurse gave him a small tour, ignoring her words in favour of staring at his hands. They were larger than his own ones in the real world and they... they had fingerprints on them, neat whorls that he knew had never been there before, even when he'd been trapped before. PCs just didn't have that much detail yet, no matter how good the graphics were, right?

He only really looked up when the nurse mentioned a bulletin board, expression turning a little desperate. "Can I use it?" he asked, relieved when the nurse agreed. There were sometimes boards in the towns. People posted messages there when they didn't want to use the BBS. The nurse nodded and showed him the way. He scribbled a quick message, hands shaking as he did so, and then the nurse nudged him gently in the back, telling him to go and sit down since he didn't need a shower right now.

There was only one person in that particular room and the nurse smiled, guiding him over towards the other boy. "Why don't you come and talk to Kai, Morgan?" she asked, making Tsukasa wince. "I'm not called Morgan!" he protested. Why was the woman calling him Morgan? At one time he would have just pulled away, saying that he didn't care about meeting anyone, but right now he wanted some kind of explanation.

"Here Kai, why don't you be nice to Morgan since you've both just arrived," she said, completely ignoring Tsukasa's protests and then walking off once Tsukasa was 'settled'.

Tsukasa looked the boy over, noting he red mark on his cheek. "Hello."

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Haseo didn't really think he had much interest in talking to someone else who had just gotten there, and he gave a dirty look at the nurse's retreating back for being presumptive enough to force him into a conversation that would probably only turn awkward.

Then again, it wasn't like he could forget the amount of bewilderment he'd experienced only a brief time before. If this guy had just found himself there as he had, he couldn't blame him for being a little off-center, especially since it looked like nobody was going to fly to his "rescue" like Endrance had done for him.

In fact, considering he wasn't screaming and about to fistfight a mob of orderlies, Haseo thought he was probably taking it a little better than he had at first... although the Adept Rogue was far from being anything like a psychologist. It was just... why couldn't they have found him someone else to talk to anyway?

"Fine," he said reluctantly, "I guess 'Morgan' isn't any more who you are than I am 'Kai.' What's--" Suddenly, Haseo froze, staring at Tsukasa for a long beat. Had he seen him before somewhere? Maybe a PC that looked similar in 'The World' or something but... it was strange. However, the moment passed almost as soon as it had come, and Haseo continued his question in the same vein. "What's your name?"

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Trunks allowed himself to be quietly led through the hallways, listening with one ear to the nurse's idle chatter--learning in the process that this place was called Landel's Institute, and that he was here to 'get better,' whatever that meant. He wasn't sick. (Dead was another matter entirely, but at the moment he wasn't even sure of that anymore.)

She continued talking--the mention of a bulletin board caught Trunks's interest slightly more than the rest of her nonsense--finally stopping after suggesting that he should find a place to sit down, and that someone surely would be along to talk to him after a while.

He moved to stand in front of the bulletin board first, eyes moving over all the notes on it. Confused questions, short messages--none in a hand familiar to him, or using any names that he recognized. Damn, was he alone here?

[reserved for Kibitoshin ♥~ Limit 3(?)]

[bitpartgod.livejournal.com]

Breakfast had been enlightening thanks to Javert, but not in the way that Kibitoshin would have hoped. The lasting impression was that the had not only fallen down a well but that he had landed on a tack at the bottom as well. Oh, dear...

Apparently, it must have shown on his face- one look drew a sympathetic murmur of, "Are you not feeling very well? Perhaps you should stay inside, dear," from the nurse who had collected him, and before he could put her right she had bustled him towards the big, sunny room with the bulletin board he had visited earlier that morning.

Kibitoshin hovered uncertainly in the doorway, one part shy and three parts reluctant. With the kind of place this was, could he really let himself- hey! By the board! W-was that...?!

"Trunks!"

Barely noticing that the volume his voice had suddenly shot through the roof, he charged over to him excitedly. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you!" The thought that he had seen a good few others with short purple hair at lunch didn't even cross his mind until he was already grasping Possibly-Trunks' shoulder. Oops.

[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

Breakfast had been interesting, if only because Zaraki was such a simpleton. Let slip that there were a few challenging fights and the man had little interest in anything else. So long as Gin didn't become one of those targets, Zaraki could terrorize whomever he pleased.

Gin jotted down a message on the bulletin, then found a seat on one of the empty couches. Outside might've been a better choice for people watching, but he wanted to keep a close eye on the bulletin board.

[Free for threading. Limit: any]

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Breakfast for Crawford had been extremely annoying, and the Sun Room gave him the promise of something unrelated to focus on. Over the last few days he'd noticed that certain people seemed to have a degree of authority over the bulletin board; they posted informative notes for the greater good, and, for the most part, other people appeared to trust them. Crawford wanted to know what they looked like--mostly for later reference, partly for curiosity's sake.

In the meantime, there was possibly something to be learned from the other people in the room. Crawford chose one somewhat arbitrarily: it was the hair color that first caught his eye, and his intuition agreed; as good a choice as any, maybe better than some.

He sat down on the same couch, keeping a respectful distance, and glanced over at the bulletin board. "Are you waiting for someone?" he asked, looking back at the other man.

[bthebest.livejournal.com]

B had been planning on getting quite a bit done for the night- obtaining a knife, for one, and perhaps going back upstairs and stalking another random person he ran into. Therefore, when he suddenly sat up in bed, strikingly similar to the very first time he'd awakened in Landel's, he was unsurprisingly put off. Not only that, it appeared that from the announcement blaring over the intercom that somehow he'd missed breakfast. ...And pancakes. It was a rather troubling predicament, and accordingly he almost frowned as he was led out of bed and through the Institute.

"A moment please," he said once entering the Sun Room, then made a B-line straightaway right toward the bulletin. Of course, he had no intention of making his stay any shorter than the duration of the shift. So far, he still hadn't made it outside and wished to keep it that way, so he kept an eye on the nurse and the others in the room, meaning to approach one if it meant furthering his current goal.

[thereforeitis.livejournal.com]

Wordlessly, Kino followed her way down several hallways before entering through large doors, finding herself in a much larger-- and genuinely brighter, nothing like the dull feeling of fluorescent lighting compared to sunshine-- room. The vast windows that surrounded the room were almost impressive, and after admiring them for the shortest of moments, Kino turned her attention to the crowd.

While others continued on in another direction, there were already some making their stay in the room, and Kino decided she would find out more about this place from someone else here after the nurse dropped her off. Something that caught her attention right away was a large board against the wall, littered with all sorts of papers, words covering them all, but from her distance she couldn't make out what any of it said. Curiously, she made her way there, briefly scanning over the board; she made out requests for people, for items, various other things she didn't quite catch on to yet, so when she realized there was someone nearby, she turned towards them.

"Excuse me," Kino called out, looking similarly to a curious young girl without much of a clue. "I have some questions, if you don't mind being interrupted."

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[Waiting for Honey. Preferably a private thread, but...ping us if you have an idea XD]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/624763.html?thread=51966075#t51966075).]

Kaoru's stomach seemed to be trying to commit a mutiny. Moreso than usual. Nerves were the culprit this time though. He found and seat and curled up, waiting for Honey and hoping Usa-chan would be with him.

He felt so stupid and useless, but... he needed to talk to someone. Someone he could trust that was Hikaru. Sure Hikaru was aware of the problem, hard not to be, but... Kaoru didn't want to worry him too much. And now, with pressure from the nurses, the problem felt like it had grown a hundred times bigger, just as he'd been getting better. Their eagerness for him to eat scared him, made his suspicious. And he knew how stupid that was.

[host-club-honey.livejournal.com]

Honey wasn't far behind Kaoru. It took a bit longer for the nurses to help dry and comb his hair, and of course, he wouldn't leave the room until Usa-chan was safely back in his arms, but he didn't keep his friend waiting long. The boy was curled up on one of the seats in the Sun Room and Honey bounded over to sit next to him, offering the pink rabbit up. Right now it looked like Kaoru needed Usa-chan a lot more than he did. He could be brave for a little while without it.

"It's okay to be scared," Honey said as he held the stuffed toy out. It was only years of training and his own personal difficulties that had taught him that. It was only when the fear got the better of you that it began to be a problem. He still got a worried knot in his stomach at night waiting to see if Takashi would really come for him.

"If you don't want to talk right now, you don't have to, but... I'll listen," he said positively, adding a nod for emphasis.

[strayfag]

[Limit: 3? First post reserved for S.T.]

Breakfast with Allelujah - and, ironically enough, traces of the drug in his system - had mellowed him out by the time the next shift came around. Luckily for him, he was used to burying severe trauma until it manifested in more unhealthy and often homicidal ways. It was a nice system, so why fuck with it?

He should probably be a bit more hungry after emptying what felt like a week's worth of meals through the wrong whole, but he wasn't really. Just restless and sort of gross thanks to the sweat from said wonderful night drying on fucking everything. In short, he felt pretty disgusting, and for Badou (who occasionally slept on rotting pizza boxes that may or may not be his couch) that was saying something.

Maybe he'd just nap until Artemis or Haku showed up. He found a love seat and proceeded flopped down on his back, legs stretching over the edge to rest on the adjacent arm chair for maximum whoring up of space. He closed his eye, wide awake, and tried not to think about anything at all.

[toxicspiderman]

[limit=3 is a-OK, apologies in advance for possible slow posting]

After tacking up a few more scrawls on the bulletin, S.T. looked around for a place to sit, preferably undisturbed. The place was filling up fast, despite the all-hormones-all-the-time contingent having been whisked off to sluice some of the build-up off. A big, cushy armchair (of the posh-lounge variety, not the beer-and-football den type) looked like his best bet. Except for the fact that some dude in an eyepatch had annexed it with his feet.

He stood by the chair and cleared his throat loudly. Then he waited for the guy to open his eyes (oops, eye).

[idolism]

_{[Is exclusively for Senna cool, Aison?]}

First Kaito and then that person at breakfast… The day wasn’t looking particularly bright, and in fact, had the initial look of one that would turn out bad. Bad for somebody, bad for Aidou’s temper. For now, it was bordering on lukewarm. The vampire felt like keeping an eye on it, as though it were a living entity that was working against him for some reason.

But a better source for that kind of thought was Landel…

No way was this semi-adult going outside, which left one trouble free option left. The Sun Room wasn’t much better, but the bulletin was there, and it was the unofficial hub of Landel’s. If he hadn’t been approached about plans by the start of lunch, he’d take the initiative and find Sasuke himself, though he’d gotten a glimpse of the boy during the breakfast hours, and it hadn’t been a pretty sight. Everybody wore that kind of expression at some point while being in Landel’s. Even him.

Commandeering a couch in the corner for himself, the vampire stretched out along with, an arm thrown over his face to block the light. He hadn’t brought his journal along to help with the task, but he hadn’t needed it nearby to write in. He’d had time enough for that during dinner, if Kaito didn’t make another wrong step.

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[exclusive is good. ^_~ also, from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/624548.html?thread=51993764#t51993764)]

Senna rotated her neck as she came into the sun room. A shower had definitely done her a little good. Some of the kinks in her shoulders were worked out by the warm spray, and her hair definitely felt better clean, even if it was still damp. She finger-combed it absentmindedly, the ribbon that normally tied it up hanging from her hand. And what should she do this shift...?

The answer seemed obvious in the form of a sprawled out prince-type. The larger part of Senna saw nothing wrong with going over to him and making nice, even if he didn't want it. On that other hand... What he had said to her, that there was nothing good here, with the judgmental air that he had handed it to her still stung. But if she let a guy get to her now, she wouldn't really be her, now would she? And making playing nice and trying to be herself would knock out of the funk that talking to Momo had brought on.

Right. Time to be friendly.

She walked over lightly, a hand still immersed in her short hair. "Heya," she said, smiling, with only the briefest hesitation. "Mind if I join you?"

[overdoingit.livejournal.com]

It looked like he'd slept through breakfast, which was a shame since he was hungry. His bandages had been re-applied, which was both nice and somewhat disturbing at the same time. Apparently he was wrapped up enough that it was decided he'd be allowed to skip the showers. He wouldn't have minded a shower at that point, but it would be a hassle for them to bandage him back up once more.

For once, Cross wasn't particularly tired as he was led into the sun room. He'd slept in, after all, and through most of the night as well. He could already tell it had done wonders for his healing process. Instead he took a seat on a sofa and casually watched as people came and went from the bulletin. The way people passed notes back and forth on it was interesting.

A cat had taken up residence in his lap already as he watched, and he pet it absently. He might not have even realized he was doing it.

[remnantsofflame.livejournal.com]

Asch finished with the bulletin board and walked over to the couch. He hadn't noticed the other man there until he got up close, and was annoyed at himself for not paying attention. Sure, his thoughts were elsewhere, but he hated being so scattered.

In order to save face, he cleared his throat and said, "...Hello." He hoped he didn't sound too awkward, but small talk just wasn't his thing.

[feel free to beat me for lateness]

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[closed to Ryuk]

Misa sighed as she made her way into the Sun Room after breakfast. Fortunately, she had been able to persuade her nurse to let her take an apple from the cafeteria - she had actually agreed easily, saying that dear 'Miranda' could stand to put on a few pounds. Misa didn't particularly agree, but whatever worked so she could get Ryuk an apple was fine by her.

She took a seat on one of the couches, and waited. She didn't know whether she was looking for a shinigami or a person, after all, and he did say he'd come find her.

[bored-todeath.livejournal.com]

Ryuk was still shaken from his meeting this morning. Gross humans and their stupid mating habits. Although...he didn't think Aidou was really human. Whatever.

Ryuk found Misa without any trouble and stopped in front of her, grinning. He just kinda hoped she took him seriously about the hugging thing.

"Hey!"

[number-crunch.livejournal.com]

Sho was in a bad mood. First there was this factoring institute, then there were the numerous nurses which came with the threat of getting put into chemical standby, and in addition to all of that, some little loud-mouth microliter that thought she knew more than a brain-dead paramecium.

"This zettabytes," snarled the mathematician, strolling over to the bulletin board. It looked like he had actually gotten one semi-intelligent response to his inquiry; the rest were either hectopascals doing multiplication or copy-pasting the guide he'd already seen.

Then there was the matter of the stupid stemplot who couldn't understand a perfectly good proof that Triangle-Head was a wuss and clearly Dodecahedron head would be the most fearsome monster. Just how stupid could the population get?

Wondering what to write next, Minamimoto idly began folding a octahedron out of paper.

[Reserved for Kenpachi]

[noneedforsanity.livejournal.com]

For the rest of breakfast after speaking with Gin, Kenpachi's eyes had never left Sho. The thrill of a potential fight sang in his ears, blocking out other, lesser concerns. So what if he was trapped in a pseudo-insane asylum with all of his strength and power blocked off with no hope of escape? There was blood to be spilled.

When breakfast ended, Kenpachi took that opportunity. He followed Sho back out into the Sun Room, and with all the subtlety of a charging rhinoceros approached the man, ignoring the bulletin board for the time being.

"That was some show at breakfast," Kenpachi said, trying in vain to get a sense of the man's reiatsu. Gin hadn't seemed to have any reiatsu, either. How annoying. "But do you actually have the strength to prove your words?"

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[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/624763.html?thread=51983483#t51983483). First post reserved for the Doctor, after that maybe we can fit someone else?]

While he felt noticeably cleaner now, the brief visit to the showers had reminded him of exactly what he'd been wanting to avoid and it took some effort for Brainiac 5 to resist his body's apparent desire to break down crying again. He didn't want to think about this, he told himself furiously. If he had something else to concentrate on, then it was easier to ignore the pain and memories. And maybe if he didn't think about it long enough, he would forget holding Clark's body and how hearing that last breath leaving his friend had been like someone stabbed him instead.

It would have been easier if Grell had stabbed him instead.

This wasn't helping. His eyes were stinging again with the threat of tears and there was a sizable lump in his throat. But now that he'd started thinking about it, he couldn't find a way to stop and everything served only to remind him of Clark and what he could have, should have, done to save him.

After all, Grell had said it himself; if Brainiac 5 had only swallowed his pride and played along with their little game, pretended to apologise well enough, then they would have left Clark alone. But instead he'd been too self-assured, certain that he could find a way to defeat them before they hurt anyone else.

And he'd failed there. He was in a wheelchair, too injured to even walk on his own, and Clark had been- He desperately tried not to think about the matter any further, but it was too late. His body shook with quiet sobs despite his efforts to stop, and all he could do was sit slumped in the wheelchair, grateful that the nurse had left him alone where hopefully his outburst would go unnoticed.

[timedork]

After breakfast, the Doctor requested to spend time in the sun room instead of the courtyard. The courtyard would have been nice for a pleasant morning, but the Doctor was more interested in the contents of the sun room: namely the bulletin board.

He headed there first, planning to see if Donna or Rose had left a reply to his earlier note and then peruse the rest of the notes on the board. There was a lot of potential information there, and he hadn't had much of a chance to look it over. As he approached the board, however, he caught sight of a familiar face: Brainiac 5, his fellow time-travelling alien. He was some distance away, but even from the Doctor's position near the board, he could tell that the boy had seen better days. He was obviously injured, given the wheelchair, and he was shaking...

The boy wasn't supposed to be human, and he was unfamiliar with the body and its workings, no matter how long he'd been trapped in the form or how well he had or hadn't been able to adapt. It wasn't his proper form, and for him to have become injured in it? That had to be difficult to cope with.

Deciding that the board could wait for another time, the Doctor made his way over to the Coluan. He came to a stop next to the boy, softly clearing his throat to announce his presence.

[rocksthecourt]

As nice as some fresh air sounded, going out to the courtyard sounded like it would be far too noisy an affair for now. Klavier needed at least a little time to look over his notes and try to figure out exactly where to go from here. He needed somewhere to think. Unfortunately, his request to go to the Music Room was once again denied. It had been several days already and he was getting more than a little antsy. How was he supposed to function like this?

To her credit, the nurse took this as a hint and escorted him to the Sun Room instead. It was fairly empty, and though it tended to be a little too quiet for his tastes, it would have to do. Giving his nurse a gracious smile, he moved to one of the couches and took a seat. He would be meeting with Naoto and Edgeworth here later on in this very room. Best to use this time to prepare a little.

[Closed for little brother bonding with #669]

[falseblack]

[From here.]

The problem with speed showering was that not everything ended up perfectly dry. Nigredo ran into this problem when he felt something slippery and wet inside his ear. Great. He hated water in that spot.

Rubbing gingerly at the affected area, the boy moved onto a nearby couch and flopped onto the one of the cushions. There was a man close by, seemingly occupied by the paperwork in his hands. Kittens were also scattered throughout the Sun Room, but Nigredo could only watch them. He didn't feel much like playing today.

[liveforthispart.livejournal.com]

Okay, last thing Kanji was in the mood for was standing around and actually playing along with this whole stupid thing. He didn't belong here. How was that so hard to understand? Did he look insane? Plus he hated freaking hospitals. That hospital smell just brought back annoying memories. And on top of that, he was pretty irritated some nurse had come just to drag him away from Naoto.

...Wait, not like that. It was only natural, right? Naoto was the only person he knew who was here. So of course he was more comfortable around her. Nothing strange about that. But the hag was insistent that he follow her wherever the hell she felt like dragging him. Ironically, it looked like it was the Sun Room, that place Naoto had been talking about with the bulletin board. Wasn't hard to spot or anything either. He went over to the thing to see if he could read up on whatever it was she had wanted him to read up on.

Kanji lost interest after about five minutes. There were way too many really long posts and people talking about bullshit for him to even care. Like he was going to stand here and read all that junk. So... Now what?

He looked around at the people in the room, already feeling himself getting anxious. Man, he hadn't tried talking to people since, like, middle school. Senpai and the others kind of didn't count since they'd gone and rescued him and saw... well, all that stuff. Wasn't much to hide from them. These people were all different. Should he even bother trying to talk to anyone?

...Alright, screw it. Let's try reading this stupid thing again.

[Eventual threading with Ed. Limit: 2]

[lost-metal.livejournal.com]

Tamaki was safe! Whatever else had happened in the shower, that was the thing which eclipsed everything else. He was here still and he was safe. There was still a wide grin on Ed's face when the nurse finally dragged him away from the shower and his boyfriend. He sort of wanted to announce it over the bulletin to everyone, but that should probably be something that Tamaki should do, assuming they even wanted to tell people that there had been any doubt.

He headed over to the bulletin anyway, his damp hair hanging down against his neck and the collar of the t-shirt, soaking it through. There was someone standing in the way of it. Ed scowled in irritation. "Excuse me. I need to check that too." He was stood right in front of the damn thing!

[boyking]

As much as Sam wanted to follow where Dean went to keep an eye on him, he knew it wouldn't be a good idea to hover so much. Dean was already starting to get suspicious. Sam had never really...worrying about Dean's safety, he never used to do that, not the same way Dean did. Yeah, he worried when things started throwing Dean around, but it wasn't until last year that he'd started to do it even when nothing immediate was happening. After Broward County, mostly. It seemed a bit implausible that something would happen to Dean this soon, too, but considering this was Dean, Sam wasn't so sure.

Then again, Lelouch might not risk anything until he could catch both of them at the same time.

There wasn't a lot of time to think about it, and after another second or so, he turned into the Sun Room. It was closer, at least. That was the one bonus. And maybe he should trust that Dean could take care of himself for the space of an hour or two. He knew Dean was perfectly competent, even walking wounded, but this—this was different. There wasn't a hell of a lot you could do to defend yourself against one of Azazel's psychics. You either had it in you or you didn't, and Dean didn't.

But Dean hadn't argued when Sam suggested he keep a low profile, so there was that much. Not a lot in terms of comfort, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about Dean actively confronting anyone.

Just the other way around.

Locating a couch where he could keep his eye on the entrance and his back to the wall, Sam eased himself down, one hand braced against the armrest. Not wanting to bust open his stitches aside, it seemed a little undignified to flop down on the cushions, too, even if a part of him almost didn't care.

He propped his leg up on the table in front of him in an attempt to ease the dull ache in his knee. He knew the smart thing would be to take it easy tonight, but that wasn't an option for either of them. Besides, deciding to take it easy was one thing; actually managing to accomplish this was another.

[Hanatarou; exclusive]

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[in from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/624763.html?thread=52015227#t52015227)]

Even though he'd taken the absolute fastest shower he possibly could (fast enough that his hair was still quite damp, leaving an annoyingly cold wet splotch on the back of his shirt) there were still several people already in the room by the time Hanatarou emerged. He blinked around uncertainly, noting only two people he actually recognized, one of whom he'd really rather not speak to ever again, and started taking stock of those he didn't know.

The man with his leg propped up caught his attention first, and the other injuries kept it there; it upset him a little to see how many people had been hurt while he was sitting in the Clinic and doing nothing. Not that, well, he probably could've done that much. But he could've tried.

Accordingly there was a hint of guilt in the healer's expression when he paused by Sam's chosen couch, lifting one hand in a hesitant sort of partial wave. "Er, is th-this...um, spot, free...?"

[marin-karin.livejournal.com]

The discussion with Lelouch had been rather interesting, to say the least. They hadn't gotten too much discussion done about the actual information web that he was intending on setting up, but the way he handled what information she'd given him had impressed her slightly. Maybe he could handle the task that he was wanting to take on.

After the nurse's interruption, she went to sit in the Sun Room and wait for the arrival of the mysterious individual from the bulletin who knew of Personas. She wanted to hope that this was a weird coincidence, but something at the back of her mind couldn't help but wonder if maybe it was Takaya or Jin. Perhaps the way the individual had written had been too formal for Takaya, but it was plausible for Jin.

On the other hand, she didn't think she would have missed seeing their faces for this long, or that they would have refrained from responding to her bulletins for her teammates. It had to be a coincidence.

[trapdetected.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/624548.html?thread=52082340#t52082340) D|]

Naoto had to take a few minutes to step aside some place and calm her nerves, regain her composure, and attempt to pick up the shattered pieces of her dignity to put them back into place. Which, she found, was proving to be a difficult task, but sooner or later she was going to have to move on... or at least try to pretend it never happened. Maybe everyone else would, too, and she prayed whoever was in the showers as well (Naoto didn't do as much as think to consider to see who was inside) would never bring the event up with her.

Now then. Didn't she have things she needed to do? There had to be... Oh, right. Naoto had agreed to meet up with Mitsuru in the sun room and, thankfully, that was the first stop outside of the bathrooms. She hadn't forgotten the description that was given to her, so it made the step of finding her all the more easier.

Naoto approached nearby where she was sitting, refraining from taking a spot on a close empty chair until she found out this was the person in question for certain. She cleared her throat, as if she needed to do the simple action to feel like she was composed enough for sure, before asking; "Are you Mitsuru Kirijo? We agreed upon meeting for this shift."

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[continued from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/623376.html?thread=51657488#t51657488).]

The intercom interrupted Kenshin's explanations, and they were lead away from the breakfast table. Luckily, Kenshin didn't have to shower until after lunch, so he could spend a few more shifts with Kaoru until they were separated. The Courtyard seemed like a rather tempting prospect, but the rurouni thought that it might be best to stick with the Sun Room for now. It was noisier in here; less of a chance of being overheard. Plus, there were far fewer places to hide.

Kenshin lead Kaoru over to an empty couch near the bulletin board, still explaining.

"During the day, our time here is broken up into heavily regimented 'shifts'--right now, it is time for the children to bathe, and the adults to...do whatever, this one supposes."

[closed to Kaoru and (later) Sakura!]

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Kaoru held up a hand to stem Kenshin's flow of information and took her seat on the couch awkwardly. "So, what you're saying is... despite everyone's best efforts, this man playing god has us all trapped here?" It was daunting. Kaoru looked down at her hands and spread them across her knees, thinking. "How awful." She looked up at Kenshin.

"It's a lot to think about," she murmured with a helpless sort of shrug. For all she knew, her great-great grandchildren could be in the room with her, a strange prospect to stomach. "For now, let me digest that. Who else is in the 'History Club'?" Kaoru sincerely wanted to believe that Kenshin had allied himself with good people; he seemed to attract them. But, if Okita had been on the opposite side, did that mean he still had ill-will for Kenshin?

Kaoru pursed her lips. "Where did you get that injury?" If it had been from one of them, Kaoru would be sure to have Words with them. Very strong ones.

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

[Reserved for his BDF. :x]

Where was he? Where was he?! X had already left two notes by now, one of which being largely noticeable (the red pen would have to suffice, as Nursey gave him the queerest glower at his mere suggestion of using glitter), and they both went ignored. He was unsure if he was imagining himself as panicking over his only dear friend or simply huffy at being overlooked, but, whatever the reason, he found himself holding Tyche to his chest and pacing irritably from one end of the Sun Room to the other.

II was not dead, his cards told him as much in the morning. Luxord would normally not think much of the Freeshooter missing from the first shift, but after hearing what he had planned yesterday? There was a high probability he went and did something reckless and Luxord would have to be the mature one and chastise him for it. It... Sigh.

Where was he?!

[numberii.livejournal.com]

Ha ha ha... oh ouch it hurt to laugh, but Xigbar had to anyway. It was just too funny; there he was, nearly cut in half, but he'd done the best that he could- better than anyone had told him. He hadn't killed Sora, that was true, but he'd survived. He'd survived a one-on-one free-for-all with the Keyblade Master himself. Nearly done the kid in all on his own! It was much less than what he'd wanted, but it was clear that he'd been able to do better than what certain Nobodies had hinted. It meant that he'd won... in a sense.

The nurses had tried to get him to use a cane to balance himself, but Xigbar had told them exactly what they could do with that cane. His head was throbbing, his torso felt like it was held together just by the force of his will, and it wasn't like he was really all there anymore. Felt like more than a little bit of him had been burned away by that key. Freaking key. But heck, he was still up, that was all that mattered!

Xigbar forced his way into the sun room, grinning weakly as he felt his way along the wall. He braced himself against the stone, trying to force himself to one of the sofas. He was standing on his own, but that wasn't going to last very long. Better to collapse now before his legs gave out.

[sasuke-of-sound.livejournal.com]

[[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/624763.html?thread=52029051#t52029051)]]

Sasuke's hair was still dripping rapidly cooling water down the back of his shirt when he entered the Sun Room, his nurse's admonishing voice buzzing only slightly louder than the rest of the background noise. He wanted nothing more than to find a secluded place to think or -- or not think. The more he thought about it the more he recognised the wrongness of how Itachi had died.

But if he didn't think about it, there was the feel of something still coating his fingers, Itachi's blood and Itachi's eyes on his skin, despite the scalding water of the shower; Itachi's heartbeat slowing and stopping still loud in his ears.

Itachi's voice, explaining calmly: you were my spare.

Sasuke found a chair as far away from the sounds of other voices as possible and ignored his nurse until she left: sank into it, hunched over, and folded his hands in front of his face, leaning his forehead against them and closing his eyes.

[[closed to Kakashi]]

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Kakashi had elected against going into the Courtyard after breakfast. Not that it wouldn't have been nice to get some fresh air, but there were certain things he couldn't avoid doing. Breakfast with Jiraiya hadn't exactly been pleasant, and it really had only reinforced the notion that this prison was out to break all of them, body and spirit. So the jounin had to do everything he could to prevent that. Luckily for him, focusing on helping the others was a good way to avoid thinking about just how pathetic he'd been acting lately.

So he stuck to the Sun Room, figuring that if nothing else, the two people he wanted to talk to first would have to pass through their after their showers. And lo and behold, there was one of them, hunched over in the corner, hating the world. He still hadn't seen Itachi, and that created a few possible explanations that couldn't be ignored. At the same time, however, Kakashi couldn't exactly leap to any conclusions. It wasn't unusual for people to vanish for awhile; the same thing had happened to Zabuza, according to Haku. And it wasn't like Kakashi wasn't acutely aware of just what sort of pains the hospital put them through. But as it stood, there was only one way to find out just what was going on with Sasuke.

Heading over to Sasuke's corner, Kakashi made sure to be silent; he didn't want to give Sasuke a real chance to brace himself. The only hope he had of getting the teen's honest reaction was to catch him off guard, and that meant not letting him know that someone was coming. So he waited until he was close enough to cut off any escapes before he spoke up. It wasn't too hard, since Sasuke had conveniently put himself into a corner. Kakashi looked over the boy, then let out a quiet sigh. Despite what he'd done, Sasuke had still been Kakashi's student, once. That wasn't a bond that went away nearly as easily as the Uchiha hoped. "Not that you've taken my advice in the past, but holding it in isn't going to make whatever you're thinking go away, Sasuke."

[faithful-frost.livejournal.com]

(From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/624763.html#comments).)

Haku debated on going outside, but the discussion between his nurse and himself over the usefulness of a coat had Haku deciding that the argument wasn't worth the effort and he walked into the sun room instead.

Kneeling on the floor, ignoring the worried expression on the woman's face, the former tool closed his eyes and began to meditate.

(waiting for Arty flail!)

[byname-bynature.livejournal.com]

[After his shower, obviously.]

Artemis left the shower room, his hair still a little damp, looking worried. He'd seen Haku briefly in the showers, but Haku hadn't come over to say anything. Certainly he must know by now that Artemis was fine--he'd been naked in there for God's sake, and he hadn't a scratch on him.

Still... Artemis felt that before he assured Badou that he was fine, a quick discussion with Haku couldn't hurt.

The genius slowly made his way over to Haku's kneeling form and stood in front of him, waiting quietly to be acknowledged.

[tightsofmight]

[Time warped from here. Reserved for Wolverine. Closed maybe?]

Peter didn't go immediately for the board. He spent a few moments just watching people from the doorway, still damp from his shower. The deep cuts throbbed underneath their wrappings, and he rubbed them absently as he wandered inside.

He made it about halfway across before he gave in, making a somber beeline to his note. Just looking at it made him grit his teeth. The only person who had replied was Kurt, and he didn't even know Harry, not really. Did he just...keep to himself here? Did he meet anybody else? Didn't anyone care that he was gone? Not for Peter's sake, but for Harry's. How could no one even know who he was?

His fist clenched hard enough to tug painfully at the bite on his arm. He moved on. Peter mostly skimmed the messages after that, blindly raking back and forth as he pretended to keep himself occupied at the board, blinking hard and keeping his lips pressed together. Another familiar name caught his eye.

"I regret to inform those that knew him that Clark Kent..."

"...Oh my god," Peter breathed. He whipped around to see Brainy sitting alone; pale, drawn and utterly, hopelessly defeated, sobbing as discreetly as he could in a corner.

How could -

Peter choked and quickly turned to the wall, praying that no one was close enough to see his face. The note didn't contain any details, but Peter already knew.

Grell and Luxord came back.

He should have stayed. Brainy told him it was okay, but he should have stayed. But he didn't, and now both Harry and Clark were dead and he only had his own fucking stupidity to blame. He'd failed. He couldn't...oh god, and Kurt too, he'd messed everything up and he'd promised to keep them safe. He said he'd get Harry to the Clinic, he said he'd protect Brainy from Luxord and Grell, but he couldn't even do that. Couldn't manage to stop and just think. If he'd stayed until Clark came last night, then he could have helped him, fought them off and bandaged him up, and Harry would have stayed safe in his room like he should have in the first place.

And there! That giant note that had been tacked up on his first day here. A quick run down the list with his finger and he found what he was looking for.

"Physical Description: A creature with the ability to look like someone someone you know. This is typically someone close to you, but can also be a mere acquaintance. The creature's goal is to get patients to drop their guard, so be vigilant."

Right in plain sight. This whole time, it was right here. But Peter never bothered to look.

He shot away from the board. Somewhere along the line he had drifted into a seat. Tears came again, but this time they were hot. Angry. It was there the whole time...

Part of him wanted to go talk to Brainy, to apologize. Instead, he drew his knees closer to his chest and dug his fingers in as hard as he could. Peter was furious with himself, true, but he was also terrified. Clark and Harry...it was his own fault. He could have stopped it. It was hard enough to admit it to yourself. It was far worse when you had to say it to someone else.

Coward.

[tender-cruelty.livejournal.com]

He spotted Soma heading outside after breakfast and so he chose the other room, even if he would have liked some fresh air for a while. He didn't want to exhibit his wounds to her when she'd probably just attack him again. Still, breakfast with Badou had left him in a fairly good mood so he didn't mind so much. He found a free sofa in the Sun Room and flopped down on it, leaning against the arm and stretching his legs out. Perhaps he should try to get some sleep while he was here.

[First post for Sousuke, after that please ask]

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Sousuke was very confused by Miku's response to his vow to protect her, but perhaps he could work that out at a later date. For now, he was feeling as though he wanted to talk to someone he knew. After losing Usopp and Heero and Mousse, he was feeling as though he should seek out and talk to the people he knew and fought with--in case they were taken as well.

And coincidentally, he found one directly after his shower. Sousuke, being a military man, was accustomed to showering as quickly as possible and with other people, and did it efficiently and quickly. He stood over Allelujah, hair still damp, towel around his neck, wondering if he should bother the other soldier to talk.

[fear-attachment.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/624548.html?view=52041124#t52041124)]

Since her hair was still wet--and would be so until probably dinner, considering how long it was--Chidori was being very careful with her sketchbook and charcoals; she didn't want those getting wet, too, after all. Eventually she settled on something of a solution by draping her hair over the back of a chair so that it stayed out of the way, and then she started working on the sketch of that bear Junpei had described.

[first reserved for Akihiko, after that maybe open to castmates, idk? Ask! :)]

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"Yo," Akihiko said, settling into the chair next to Chidori's. He dimly noted the state of her hair, then realized a moment later that it had to be from taking a shower and not from crying. Phew. I don't think I could handle another girl falling apart on me today. "I take it that Junpei explained what happened last night?"

[tyki-pon.livejournal.com]

After breakfast Tyki didn't feel like heading outside in the courtyard, so he opted for lounging around in the sun room. He made himself comfortable on one of the couches - much better than the benches outside at least. To kill some time, he began playing a game of solitaire with his deck of playing cards.

[Free for all! Limit: any]

[gald_digger]

[From here, if this is okay!]

Once in the Sun Room, Anise quickly checked the bulletin to see if there was any word about Ami. There was no reply from Logan, but someone else had put up a note for her.

The Colonel!

Anise felt her heart leap in her chest. The Colonel came back. Or maybe he never left to begin with? She studied the note again with a frown. If he didn't know she and the others were there, then he might have lost his memories, like Luke had... but even if that were the case, this was great news!

Heh heh. Stupid Landel. He was going to be sorry he let them get someone as strong as the Colonel back on their side!

Looking around the Sun Room, Anise couldn't see the man himself anywhere, so she left him a reply and wandered off to find something else to do in the meantime. There were a few familiar faces around, but they looked busy with whatever they were doing, so the girl found herself gravitating over to a complete stranger, who looked like he was keeping himself entertained with something. Cards?

She watched from a distance at first, but gradually drew closer out of curiosity. Eventually, she came up behind the couch the man was sitting on, draped her arms over the back and leaned forward to get a closer look. "What'cha doing? Some kind of game?"

[lawful_perfect]

The trip to the Sun Room took somewhat longer than it normally would have for von Karma. Of course, given that he had been bedridden for nearly a week (according to the blasted nurse), it was understandable. Even so, as he walked down the hall, he took care to avoid appearing too weak. At the same time, he glanced all around himself for familiar faces -- in particular, those of his three enemies.

As the nurse escorted him into the Sun Room, he scanned the area for those three men. Thankfully, they were nowhere in sight. He made his way to the bulletin board, pinned up his folded note to Mr. Javert, then started to read the other notes plastered all over the board.

Dismissively waving away the nurse who was hovering a bit too close for his comfort and blocking his view to some of the messages, he muttered to her, "I expect to take some time to read through all of these. I will summon you as soon as I am ready to head for the Courtyard."

She nodded and smiled sweetly. "That's fine, Mr. Fuchs. Take your time! Besides, that was a long walk for you. You look so tired. Let me get you something to sit in so that you can rest while reading the board!" Before he could refuse, she dragged up a chair and seated him in it, before stepping away from him to give him some room.

He gave no thanks in response to her "generosity" -- frankly, he would have rather she had not mentioned his weakened condition at all. Nor did he like that she was still standing nearby, observing him. But at least she was no longer obstructing his access to the board.

As expected, some of the notes were full of rubbish. For instance, it appeared that a child was attempting to convince others to play the frivolous game of "Hangman." Before von Karma could write a stern reprimand that this was an utter waste of the board's valuable space, several other notes caught his attention.

Two of them were informational posts -- written by his very own student. Hah! How typical of Edgeworth. Always wanting to be helpful to strangers, regardless of whether they deserve it. So very much like his father, he sneered to himself as he copied everything into his own notebook, including the maps. Thank you so much for providing this information, boy, he thought sardonically, a smirk on his face as he clicked his pen shut.

[Reserved for Nick and Wesker for now... for a necessary distraction on vK's part to keep him from reading Franny's replies on the board just yet. :3 ]

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The sun room was as good a place to meet someone as any, Phoenix guessed. It was probably going to be easier to find one another, and that was the important thing, considering that he didn't have much of a physical description to go by.

Wesker. It was the sort of comfortable, last-name-only address that Phoenix was more than used to, solid and businesslike. He glanced up from the last line of notes just long enough to catch a glimpse of gray hair and a chair, to idly think, That's funny, people didn't usually sit in front of the bulletin, what's-

Then recognition came into focus like a camera lens, subtle but unmistakable, nothing more than the quick, precise hand jotting down notes and the weathered, hawklike sharpness of a not-quite-profile.

Phoenix was pretty sure that his heart actually stopped for a second or two. Nothing else would have explained how it stuttered back into motion after a few seconds of paled, shocked staring, or the way he'd simultaneously forgotten about breathing. A white shape shifted on the other side of the gray head and his eyes flew up to meet it, only to see a nurse passing by a few yards away. He released a deep breath, grasping his notebook a little tighter and all at once feeling incredibly stupid. There were a dozen needles waiting for each of them if either one tried to start something. Von Karma couldn't do anything to anyone. Not in the light.

Steeling himself, he stepped up a bit closer, just enough to scan the top level of notices, and though he didn't move his eyes to either side, he knew that a staredown could not have been a more direct defiance.

[offduty.livejournal.com]

Head outside?

Screw that. Reno wasn't necessarily opposed to the outdoors, but it seemed a bit idiotic to head out into some courtyard like everything was sunshine and roses. Besides, he was kinda used to the smog of the city. The whole fresh-breeze deal, it creeped him out, in a way.

He steered towards the Sun Room instead, flopped down onto an empty couch. Breakfast hadn't been anything interesting. Now he was just looking for Elena, but she was nowhere to be found.

Maybe that was a good thing. He didn't know what the hell he was supposed to say to her, anyway. Or if he even should say something. What if she didn't remember any of it?

Shit, he hoped she didn't remember any of it. Seemed like hitting the reset button might work for the best here.

[Schuldig]

[k4t4str0ph4l.livejournal.com]

Schuldig scarcely paid any attention to where he sat or who was near him as he all but threw himself onto a couch in the sun room, hard enough to jolt the entire piece of furniture. Between his anger at the world in general and the institute in particular at Farfarello's disappearance, his anger fading into depression at his inability to do anything about that, and his seething fury at Crawford, he particularly didn't care where he was or who was around him. All he really wanted was to set something - or someone - on fire. He needed to watch something burn.

Since he didn't have a chance of that at the moment, however, he simply settled for glaring at the far wall, letting his eyes go out of focus - all too easily done with the sedatives still in his system.

Schuldig took a bit of savage, self-destructive joy in the fact that he hadn't eaten, even though Crawford had ordered him to. Even though he was logically aware that this disobedience would hurt him far more than Crawford, he couldn't find it in himself to care - he just felt viciously satisfied at having deliberately ignored him. Sadly, a more noticeable rebellion simply wasn't possible here; in their own world, a transgression of this magnitude on the Oracle's part would likely have sent Schuldig flying to the other end of Japan to brood for a week. Inconveniencing the bastard was really the only statement of displeasure he understood, or listened to.