Day 41: Sun Room (4th shift)

[should-be-dead.livejournal.com]

Other than the single person who was apparently "200 years from his future", no one had replied to his message on the bulletin board. Tenzen couldn't be certain whether it was a good thing or not, but this meant other Iga or even those damned Kouga were not taken captive along with him. This begged the question of why they had captured just him, though it could be easily explained because of his own death (which naturally meant the remaining ninja had gone ahead). But to take a corpse captive, they must have known he would come back from death. Otherwise, there would hardly be a point.

Provided that it wasn't some sort of illusion created by one of the aforementioned Kouga, of course. Though he knew the rivaling clan a little better than most Iga thanks to his history (and life span), he was by far not aware of all of their techniques. It could very well be possible that one of them could pull such tricks. Of the ten chosen Kouga, only four remained. There was only one Kouga he didn't know the ability of; the woman Kagerou. Even though the issue remained the same; they must've known he would come back from death. No Kouga (that hadn't died) could have known, unless a member of the Iga had gone around telling them.

There were various possibilities, one of them being a certain mimic. Either way, he would need to find a way to properly test both theories, he supposed.

According to the voice from what was called the 'intercom' (the manner this place made announcements still sounded as if it was coming from the walls itself), there was no need for him to follow the other patients to the 'showers'. Judging from the rest of the announcement, these showers were used to clean oneself.

Either way, he was instead brought to the area called the Sun room. The ninja took a seat on a couch rather close to the bulletin board, mostly to keep an eye on it in case someone wrote something of interest. Not that he expected in a place filled with madmen, but there was hardly anything else he could do right now but wait until nightfall.

[Free, limit: any]

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[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

[After his shower (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/626415.html?thread=52607215#t52607215). Free, esp. to friends who need to touch base. No limits.]

Much cleaner and more than a little worried about his friend, Armand entered the Sun Room where he took a chair and sat down to write out a few messages and let his hair dry. He knew it would dry faster loose, so he didn't try to braid it while it was still wet. As he wrote, he kept an eye out for his friends. Anyone he saw in person wouldn't need a note to know what they were doing tonight.

He wasn't the best organizer, but he didn't want their efforts to suffer because of his lack. He simply needed to learn the skills to keep track of everything. Until then, he needed to keep notes and lists and hope that someone--preferably TK or Dr. Uzuki--would drag him back if he wandered too far astray from what was needed.

[ninelivesonce]

Taura had been alternating between reading the bulletin and pacing the room in tight, controlled circles, learning the size of her new steps and burning off nervous energy. There were none of the recognition codes she'd expect from fellow Dendarii, but there were several of what she could only call recruitment drives.

Just as TK-622 had said -- there were many factions, with overlapping aims. She found one, and put up a post, and then found two more. Hopefully she wasn't stepping on any toes, but her loyalties would always be divided; the Dendarii were home as well as her job.

As she circled around, she found a reply from TK-622's friend. She wrote an answer, and then waited. He must be nearby if he'd posted it while she was walking, but quite a few people had come and gone. She glanced around, catching the eyes of several people keeping an eye on the bulletin.

[quickdrawbkiddo.livejournal.com]

[from here] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/626443.html?thread=52608267#t52608267)

Freshly showered, and freshly bandaged, Beatrix entered the Sun Room. Choosing an empty couch not too far from the bulletin board, she waved off the book her nurse offered her and opened her journal instead. She had more important things to think about than fiction.

[free - limit 2]

[innovator-skuld.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Skuld said, a little uncertainly, when she approached her. She wasn't sure what what going on with Arlene these days, and knowing the name she used wasn't her real one... kind of bugged her.

Still, she sat down next to her. "What's so confidential? It's not like I can add easily-countered elemental attacks to anything."

...slightly weird though it might be, she missed video games.

[gald_digger]

Anise's mood had significantly improved since breakfast, and by the time lunch was over, the girl could barely contain her excitement. The Colonel was back! It seemed like their little group really was starting to come together again.

Now if only Ion would come back, too...

But this wasn't the time to be thinking about that. She was meeting the Colonel now! It sounded like he forgot all about his first time at Landel's, but knowing the Colonel, he probably filled himself in on the important stuff already. Still, unless the man already found Guy and made him explain, it looked like it was going to be up to Anise to go over what she and her friends had been up to.

It looked like she had some time to kill before meeting him, so Anise wandered over to the bulletin board to see if there was anything interesting there. There were a lot of new people again, and some new informative posts, but nothing that really grabbed her attention. She grew bored of it quickly, and decided to sit down on a nearby couch to wait for the Colonel there. She kept an eye out, glancing around the room eagerly for any sign of the man.

[colonel colonel colonel ♥]

[colonel-badass.livejournal.com]

Jade had eaten lunch alone; partially it had simply been because he'd never been the type to attract casual company, but mostly it had been because he'd chosen to, in order to peruse the pages of information Edgeworth had given him. The monster descriptions in particular took quite some time to read through - all the more so since he was determined to commit as much of the information as possible to memory.

Still, he hadn't spent the entire time reading; he'd also taken a few moments to rest his eyes and, simultaneously, to observe his fellow 'patients'. A highly eclectic assortment, with a distressing tendency towards teenagers and young adults. That was certainly promising...of a headache, if nothing else. But he'd also observed that there weren't many true children present.

That made picking out Anise quite simple upon his return to the sun room, which was at least one small blessing.

"Hello, Anise," he greeted her, scarcely sounding any less cheerful than he had on Auldrant. In the current situation, that simply made him all the more unsettling than ever.

[littlestrawdoll.livejournal.com]

_{[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/626415.html?thread=52620527#t52620527) and reserved for Enki]}

Getting hit with a chilly wall of the air the moment he stepped out of the showers was part of the reason why the doll had his nurse go with him to get a sweater from his cell. That, and it was better to get it wet than have stray water from his hair get under his t-shirt collar and tickle him.

Now that he was a whiner or anything.

Since he’d already been outside once already and didn’t exactly feel like wheedling for another chance while he was still wet, the doll left the courtyard alone. That left the Sun Room. Like the courtyard, it never changed much, except for the face of the bulletin board. The message about beer was a little amusing, if not a sad, sad indicator of how even people from other dimensions regarded alcohol as great source for entertainment.

He paused to read for a bit, hands in pockets.

[entaiho]

Apparently at this time of day the "children" were going outside to spend time in the courtyard. And Rokuta, it seemed, was classified amongst said children, and when he tried to protest it only earned him a look of pity from the nurse. He bit back his grumbling when he realized it probably would sound crazy to a normal person, but it certainly didn't make him look any more cheerful.

Remembering what Youko had said about a message board in the other room, he asked if he could go look at that instead of joining the "children," and his annoyance lessened just a little at how readily the woman agreed. There was someone else standing there reading messages when he arrived, and he glanced up at the stranger curiously.

"Anything worth reading?" he asked, glancing at the scattering of papers on the board, then back at the young man again. There was certainly a lot to read, even if he wasn't sure just how useful it might end up being. Could be faster just to ask someone who looked like they knew what was going on.

[rocksthecourt]

[from here; reserved for Naoto and Edgeworth]

He'd managed to squeeze out as much water from his hair as possible, but it was still too wet to do anything with. It would have to remain loose for now. Admittedly, he felt almost refreshed. With any luck, he had managed to wash away any lingering bouts of stupidity.

Klavier made his way to one of the couches in the room and opened up his notebook, searching for the pages with the survey notes on them. With any luck, he may actually get through this day with some semblance of productivity.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

"Ah, Mr. Gavin," Miles said, stepping over to where he was sitting and taking the seat opposite the prosecutor. "Good to see that you're well."

He flipped his journal to a clean page. "You'd wanted my input on something?", he asked, as casually as he could. He had to admit, he was curious.

[mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com]

[bolting from here] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/626443.html?thread=52630539#t52630539)

Hair a little wetter than she would have preferred it to be, Sheena tried to get as far away from that damn youkai as quickly as she could. In fact, she was heading to go straight into the courtyard but her nurse refused to let her go out there because of her hair being wet. Something about catching a cold.

Sheena didn't care. She'd just gotten groped by the youkai which a tiny part herself kind of didn't mind and needed out. But, no, she didn't have that option. Instead, the ninja just turned away and headed across the room toward the far side, away from the showers. Her face was still quite red as she combed her fingers through her hair. The fact that Yukari had inadvertently discovered her exsphere never crossed her mind.

[closed to Reinforce and then Raine]

[1imited-edition.livejournal.com]

Reinforce was being escorted out of the Sun Room by an insistent nurse telling her that the bulletin board would be there when she got back from her shower when she spotted the woman she'd fought the previous night, looking slightly damp... and a little shaken.

"Are you alright?" She asked, crossing over to intercept the ninja to the exasperation of her nurse. "I... wanted to talk to you about last night. I meant it when I said I would."

[lovelycommand.livejournal.com]

In short order, the stranger -- who after being repeatedly pressed for further information had finally admitted to being a nurse for the Institute, an obvious falsehood as she wasn't dressed like any nurse Talana had ever known -- had led Talana into a wide room, with one wall lined nearly entirely by windows, then made her escape while Talana was distracted by the spectacle.

The sky outside the window...It was blue. Talana found herself drawn, almost unconsciously, to the sight. After all, Syreen hailed from a world with a blue sky, just as humans did; Talana had grown up hearing stories about it's beauty. For a moment, she wondered whether this might be that sky, the one lost to her race so many decades ago...

But no. She smiled, quietly chiding herself for such a thought. That sky was lost forever, along with the rest of Syra. This, it was quite plain, must be Earth's sky; the Chmmr had obviously succeeded in their attempts to break Earth's slave shield. But why transport her to the planet's surface, without even informing her ahead of time? And what possible reason could anyone have for changing her skin, and planting her amongst humans who were plainly either ignorant of her true nature, or wished to deceive her?

It was a tricky puzzle, without any obvious answers. Tearing her attention away from the vast, beautiful blue sky, Talana looked about her with only slightly less interest. There were a scattering of humans about the room; she might try asking them a question or two...

But then, her gaze alighted on the bulletin board. How quaint! It was obviously some primitive means of exchanging communication, but by using it, she could seek information from anyone who cared to read it at once! And judging from the sheer amount of paper tacked to the board and spilling out onto the surrounding wall, her available pool of informants was very large indeed. Talana closed in, already mentally composing her message...

...A minute or so later, her task was complete. Talana seated herself a short distance away and gave her attention back to the windows, or rather the sky beyond them. She didn't wish to appear too obvious in her ignorance, after all.

[captain-hunam.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/626415.html?thread=52639983#t52639983)]

Wet hair pushed back from his face and skin still shiny-damp from his rushed shower, Zelnick scanned the room, looking for red hair-- there she was. There she was! He'd recognize all that gorgeous red hair anywhere!

He nearly ran across the room, stopping a little behind her chair, and saying in a definitely-not-quivering-at-all voice, "Talana?"

[dahliahasthorns.livejournal.com]

[Free~]

...That wasn't funny. It also destroyed her theory of Armando being behind it--if he was here, there was no way anything normal was going on. She still wasn't going to buy the 'oh no, evil institute, save us~' garbage, though. Ha! Her? Buy into that? Please, just because she acted airheaded didn't mean she was.

The Sun Room sounded better than the Courtyard this time around. And oh look, a free couch. No one would mind a pretty girl like Dahlia taking it for herself, would they? Of course they wouldn't. She took a seat and watched as an orange kitten came to scamper at her feet. Disgusting little furball. She smiled down at it and played with it with her fingers, giggling like the innocent girl she was.

[whos-da-man.livejournal.com]

Junpei spotted a hot chick sitting by herself in the Sun Room. He was bored and had nothing to do and the idea of sitting in the courtyard to stare at the pond just wasn't appealing. That was the Courtyard of Badtouch, after all. If they weren't careful, the staff out there would grope them all since Invisi-girl probably didn't come out to torture play during the day.

The lanky teen came to a stop by the couch's arm and gave the redhead (pretty but not as pretty as Chidori's hair) his best charming smile, which wasn't particularly charming unless the girl had a thing for overconfident dork.

"Seems this little bugger has taken a liking to you," Junpei started out with. "Can't say I blame him."

[tender-cruelty.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/626415.html?thread=52650991#t52650991)]


His hair was still damp when he entered the sun room, making the back of his shirt wet and a little uncomfortable. He ignored it and made a quick check of the bulletin before finding a couch to sit on. The room was fairly empty, although there were a few faces that he didn't recognise. New people perhaps, although he didn't claim to recognise everyone who was here anyway.

He found one and stretched out along it, closing his eyes for a few moments tiredly before opening them again just enough to peer at his surroundings. If a certain super-soldier arrived, he didn't want to be taken by surprise.

[Just for Rey!]

[denied-future.livejournal.com]

Rey followed his nurse quietly, still trying to make sense of everything. He was in a mental hospital--he understood that. What he didn't understand was why anyone would send him to one. He was perfectly sane. Depressed, maybe, but people didn't get sent to mental institutes purely for that. And even if they did, nurses would at least try to call them by the right name.

Though along with crazy, the nurse seemed to be under the impression that he was also shy, due to his quietness, and if left to his own devices, he'd do nothing but stand in a corner all shift long. Thus, she led him over to a young man on a couch.

"Now, why don't you talk with Jude?" she said, smiling. "He can be your first friend here."

Rey merely glanced at her as she left, before returning attention to "Jude," though he doubted that was the man's true name. "Richard" definitely wasn't his, after all.

"... Hello," he said, deciding to see how the other male would react.

[per-ardua.livejournal.com]

[[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/626443.html).]]

Raine was still breathing harder than she should have been when she got out of the shower; dammit, this was ridiculous. The biggest danger in a bathroom was slipping and falling; unless the drains clogged, drowning was impossible. Well, while conscious... but even if she'd been knocked out somehow, someone would had to have noticed--

Enough. Ugh... maybe she'd calm down by dinner. The last thing she wanted was Harley asking what was wrong.

[[Reserved for Sheena, the other last person she wants to see!]]

[mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com]

[from here] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/626036.html?thread=52656244#t52656244)

Leaving Reinforce standing on the other side of the room, Sheena headed to Raine. Once she got close, she slowed down and stopped. How was she going to handle this? It's not like she just beat Raine up. Sheena had gone and taken the one single piece of personal information she should have never, ever used against Raine and did just that. She wasn't going to blame Raine if the half-elf never forgave her.

Suck it up, Mizuho. Ritsuka said to apologize and if you can't trust the twelve year old's words, who's can you trust when it comes to something as simple as saying you're sorry?

Coming to a stop before Raine, Sheena kept her eyes trained on the floor right before the couch, her wet bangs obscuring her eyes from the half-elf's view. "Raine..."

[otnemememento.livejournal.com]

The nurse led Leonard into the Sun Room, directing him to relax. She apparently doesn't know me very well, he thought as he walked away from her. His eyes were drawn to a bulletin board on one of the walls. I don't see anything in my handwriting. I really must be new. He took the time to copy several notes which looked important into his journal. For all he knew, he'd actually seen these several times and it never occurred to him to keep track.

He walked through the room, watching people carefully for any clues that they knew him. A slight glance, a nod, the twitch of an eyebrow, anything.

He stopped near a wall, looking out the window. The day was clear enough, but what day was it? Or month? Leonard hadn't thought to ask his nurse for a date. It would have to wait until later. He made a small note in his journal about it, glancing at his previous notes.

Institution? He looked around. This lounge is nice for that sort of a place. Must be a high-end one. He hoped that more costly doctors wouldn't be harder to fool into thinking he was mentally fine. Yes, he had a condition, but he also had something to do- something far more important than standing around staring out windows.

Not seeing the nurse he'd described in his journal, he had a seat in a lone chair and flipped through the notes he'd already written to himself.

[Free, no limits.]

[scarabspeak.livejournal.com]

Notebook in hand, Jaime wandered into the Sun Room and checked over the bulletin board again, noting down a few interesting bits of information and leaving another note of his own. So Robin was here, and apparently he really did know Superboy and Impulse. Though if Robin had only gotten here today, then who was pretending to be him before that? Whoever it was had to know him well enough to get the handwriting down... And then there was Robin's comments about 'getting smarter'. There wasn't much that could mean, and Jaime wasn't sure he liked what it implied.

But for the moment, things could wait. He still had his own notes to sort through as well as try and work out a few long term plans. Hopefully he'd get his hands on a two-way radio sometime soon, 'cause so far he didn't have much else to work with. Finding himself a place to sit, Jaime flicked open his journal again to continue working on things when he noticed the guy nearby was doing the same.

"Guess I'm not the only one who likes to catch up on homework," he said with a slight smile. "I'm Jaime. Are you one of the new arrivals?"

[itstaichoutoyou.livejournal.com]

Hitsugaya picked a lone chair near the corner. He wasn't really in the mood for company. Right now, there was too much information that he needed to process. People were being kidnapped from different times and places. Their captors had also limited their powers. But what really infuriated Hitsugaya was the damage done to his own people. Abarai had died, and Hinamori was spiritually broken. He couldn't be sure if they were from his dimension, world, or whatever, but that didn't really matter to him. Even if she wasn't the same Hinamori that he left in the 4th Division's care, Hitsugaya still cared for her just the same.

"Damn," he whispered, pinching the bridge of his nose between his eyes. He couldn't be let himself be drowned in thoughts of his best friend. What he needed to do was help Matsumoto and the others out. It was too early for him to assume any duties over Arts and Crafts, but as a Captain it was his responsibility to direct and aid his subordinates. Matsumoto and Kira weren't used to being solely in charge. Zaraki was the only other Captain here, but Hitsugaya knew of his savage tendencies. The man would certainly be a valuable asset, and he was a comrade, but they needed someone more level-headed.

[Reserved for Keman]

[adorkabledragon.livejournal.com]

Keman was feeling surprisingly heartened after lunch. He always enjoyed speaking with Fai, and the food had been good. He still couldn't find Valyn, but he wasn't going to let himself worry about that right now. Valyn showered with the adults, something that he enjoyed rubbing in just a little too much. Bastard.

The dragon wandered into the Sun Room, wondering if he should go outside. It seemed like a nice enough day, if a little cold, but he decided against it. If Valyn came out of the showers early, he'd be able to find him better if he stayed in one place. And it was important that they stick together. Keman didn't want to lose him like he'd lost Shana.

Keman flopped down onto a chair in the corner, near a boy he vaguely remembered seeing around. "Is it all right if I sit here?" he asked, brushing bangs that were still slightly wet from his own shower this morning out of his eyes. "I can move if you want me to."

[oftemptation.livejournal.com]

[closed to Albedo]

The embarrassed flush had mostly faded from Endrance's cheeks as he walked into the Sun Room, dimly noting that it was going to take his hair a very, very long time to dry fully.

He scanned the room for just a moment - ah, right, he was meant to be talking with someone. He had to admit, he was feeling a bit talked out, but it felt wrong somehow to just skip the appointment.

The moment he settled down onto a couch, the false-Mia cat jumped up next to him, nuzzling his arm. You just won't leave, will you?

[feartehreaper.livejournal.com]

Having first managed to convince "his" nurse to let him hang around the bulletin, Haseo then asked if he could obtain a journal similar to those he'd seen other 'patients' with. She agreed heartily and went to fetch it... leaving Haseo a brief window of time without the woman who knew who he was and wasn't supposed to interact with.

"Endrance," he started, approaching with arms crossed, "I talked to Ni--"

But whatever he was going to say about the discussion from lunch was cut short upon noticing the creature lingering near-by, and he frowned at the thing as his mind suddenly changed track. Hadn't Endrance said something about a cat that looked like "Mia?"

"Hey cat, what the hell are you doing?" he blurted, hands on hips, and the harshness in his tone must have been enough to startle it away- in the next moment the animal was gone, bolting to hide under something away from irritated Adept Rogues.

Unfortunately, another nurse apparently found it outrageously offensive to tell cats to gtf-off, and was there immediately to escort him away. She and the orderlies she attracted apparently didn't believe Haseo's remarks that he could "do what he wanted."

[mugenreppa.livejournal.com]

At Mele's request, the nurse wheeled her over to the bulletin board. And then seemed content to leave her there, as she turned away. Mele frowned. "Wait," she commanded.

The nurse turned around, bemusement warring with exasperation in her expression. "Now, Miss Hirata," she said, walking back to Mele, "you can move the wheelchair yourself, here..."

Was I that obvious? Mele paused. Am I that obvious? Dismissing that question, Mele turned her attention to what the nurse was showing her, ignoring the name she'd been called: she'd ignored it so many times, it didn't register anymore.

Satisfied that she wasn't dependent on the nurse to move, Mele turned her attention to the board. She'd gotten through the Yuffie notice (AHA) , the primer, something about beer, and the club notice before her vision began to blur. Mele rubbed her temples. All this writing...probably necessary, but that didn't mean she had to like it. Mele reached for her pocket before remembering that she'd forgotten to bring a pen. She couldn't make a mark today. Mele stared blankly at the board before shrugging and wheeling herself away.

She parked herself in a corner, all too aware that this was (ironically, perhaps) the room in which she'd been injured to the point where a chair on wheels had become necessary in the morning. Mele's eyes flickered to the approximate places where she'd fought, no, "fought" was too overstated a word, she'd actually just been—

A sound at her feet caught her attention, and Mele looked down. A kitten looked up at her. Mele, after a moment's staring contest, finally reached down, awkwardly holding onto the arm of the chair on wheels with her left hand, to pet the kitten. There was a scratch on her leg that reached above her knee; having the kitten on her lap would likely be painful.

[thereforeitis.livejournal.com]

[omg kitteh]

Lunch with Soujirou had been nice and fascinating, and despite wanting to talk more with him, eventually the moment had come to an end and she was once again being ushered elsewhere. It was disappointing having to be lead like this everywhere instead of spending the amount of time she wanted to on wherever she landed next, but Kino didn't let it bother her too much.

She wandered back into the sun room-- mostly because her curiosity floated back towards the board she was nearby earlier, but didn't get much of a chance to further see it-- but before she made it there, her eyes travelled over another girl by herself near a corner. Injured, too, if the wheelchair was any indication about her condition. Once again, the thought that this shouldn't have been too unusual crossed across Kino's mind, considering where they were, and the apparent dangers that occurred during the night. She hadn't seen them for herself yet, but the day was slowly but surely coming to an end, so sooner or later she would.

"He's very cute," Kino commented when she approached the girl, for whatever reason unknown beyond curiosity. Perhaps even a little sympathy. She crouched down, carefully scooping the cat into her arms. "You don't want to hold him?" She then asked, holding her arms high enough so that it would be easier for the stranger to pet it.

[no-ones-son.livejournal.com]

[coming in from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/626415.html?thread=52688879#t52688879)]

Hair still damp and injuries freshly bandaged and looking better than he'd expected, Jason was admittedly feeling good. It was still bothering him how much better the burns were looking considering he'd only run into that thing last night but it almost made sense. The bastard running this place got his kicks from watching them struggle to survive and if they were too easily disposed of then they might lose some of the entertainment value. It didn't make it any less disturbing to think that they'd done something to him to make him heal this fast but he could deal with it for now. Not like he had much fucking choice.

The Sun Room was still pretty empty so he took the time to check over the bulletin board again. His note hadn't gotten him much by way of useful information - he had the last name of Luxord's roommate, which he should be able to use to track the man down and from there find Luxord but it was going to take a bit more legwork. But there was something far more important to consider now. The baby bird, little Timmy Drake himself, had also been brought in. And he apparently knew some others who were here too, though that wasn't news with how loudly those idiot metas had been looking for him.

Jason couldn't see the little fake anywhere but he might be outside in the courtyard with the rest of the kids. He'd have to keep an eye out, he didn't want to run into the little shit before he was ready. Then there was Bruce. If he had been telling the truth and didn't know Jason when he sure as hell knew Tim.... that would be a problem if the baby bird got to him. Fighting Bruce was one thing but fighting him when he didn't know Jason, when he thought Jason was just another Gotham psychopath not worth his time? That wouldn't work out in his favour. Bruce wasn't here either so Jason couldn't try and get to him first.

Taking a seat in the corner of the room where he could keep an eye on the doors and the board, Jason waited to see if either of them would be making an appearance. He still had other business to take care of but right now he was more concerned with getting to Bruce first. Damned if he knew what he'd say to the bastard but he had to do something before he went gaga over the replacement.

[Possibly for Alfred, otherwise please grab him and stop him causing trouble

[thebatbutler.livejournal.com]

“Now why don't find yourself a seat and make yourself some new friends, Mr. Quartermain?”

“Pennyworth, ma’am.” Alfred surveyed the room, which was steadily filling with people all clothed in identically ridiculous uniforms – if you could call them that. He supposed that he should find himself a seat before the nurse got too pushy about it. There was something familiar about one of the other patients, although – Jason? Alfred raised an eyebrow. Well this was certainly an interesting development.

"Oh!" The nurse followed Alfred's line of sight, "it looks like you've found someone new! Let's go talk to him. I'm sure you'll get along wonderfully." She steered him quickly over to Jason's corner, leaving little room for argument. "Well here you are!" She pushed Alfred towards Jason before rushing out of the room, presumably to take care of other patients.

Alfred looked down at Jason, raising an eyebrow, "Fancy meeting you here, young sir."

[toobothersome.livejournal.com]

There wasn't enough to do.

Shikamaru was fairly certain that he'd never encountered this situation before. Lying on the sofa made just made him restless, and though he felt like he hadn't slept in days, napping was an impossibility. He wanted to sleep, of course. He also wanted to watch clouds and daydream and sit on the porch when it was late spring and the yard smelled like freshly cut grass. Part of him even wanted to be bitched at for leaving dishes on the floor, or forgetting to make his bed. Unfortunately, he had to finish something first. Something bothersome but extremely important, something that would have dire consequences if he screwed it up or didn't finish in time. Unfortunately, Shikamaru had no idea what it was.

He knew better than to try to find out using introspection, but thinking about the other Leaf-nin wasn't productive and thinking about nothing simply wasn't possible. He watched the glass overhead without looking through it, mentally testing worst-case scenarios and alternate circumstances and trying to forsee unforseeable events.

The cat that had taken a liking to him the day before seemed to have absorbed all of the indolence that he'd lost. It draped over the armrest like an understuffed pillow, and Shikamaru still had the presence of mind to be jealous.

[open but will eventually be interrupted!]

[whirlingwinds.livejournal.com]

Naruto wasn't really having a great day, and despite just wanting to sit around and do absolutely nothing for a while, he decided to go and meet Shikamaru. Not having the genius shinobi annoyed with him would be a plus, and besides, he knew him to be smart and knew that anything Shikamaru would say would be useful information.

He found him quickly enough and made his way to him, sitting down next to him and clearing his throat to get his attention.

[nevergray.livejournal.com]

It was with a tense, silent rigidity that Rorschach arrived at the Sun Room. His air was that of a prisoner sentenced, hardened gaze never stopping its stoic stare. The amount of sunlight in the room made him blink, once, as if his eyes hadn't just moments ago adjusted to the glare of Arctic ice. He'd cautiously quizzed the nurse about his circumstances back in the room, but the large man had responded in vague tones. Attacking didn't appeal as the best course of action yet. There was learning his way around, where he was, and in an institution there was always back-up. Armed back-up.

There was the barely underlying threat of a seasoned prison guard there, or of something else, possibly; all he knew was the sense of danger when he half-followed, half-grouched alongside the nurse. Man hadn't even thought to restrain him, no visible back-up.

Rorschach's first guess would have been the mess hall, but that wasn't it. He found himself in a room with a board and couches. He sat at one of the couches near the board, looking almost grumpy if it weren't for the predominantly expressionless look on his face.

[rabid terrier, free to a good home; preferably a patient one]

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

[from here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/626415.html?thread=52622063#t52622063) I hope this is okay!]

TK felt good after the chance to get cleaned off, especially when he didn't have any injuries to worry about. That would undoubtedly change tonight if he had to stop in to protect the others once again, but for now, he was at 100%.

There were a few faces that he could positively identify as being new in the Sun Room, but one in particular looked pretty grim. Well, he'd been helping new arrivals all day, so he might as well keep going with it.

"Are you alright, sir?" He asked politely, posture all military-grade perfection.

[toadally4boobs.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/626415.html?thread=52708591#t52708591)]

Jiraiya's eyes were already searching for Renamon the very second he entered the Sun Room. He ignored the attempts of his nurse to steer him towards a conversation with a random person, telling her that he had to meet someone. Eventually she gave up and just frowned at him disapprovingly while he continued his search.

She had to be here somewhere. Had he finished his shower before her? If he did, then maybe he should save a seat for her, somewhere....

[Closed to Renamon!]

[diamondstorm]

[from here--now comes in medicated form! =D;;;]

The Digimon was escorted to the sun room, supported by a nurse. That she was allowed herself to be so should have been a tell, as well as the somewhat dull look in her eyes. They had 'insisted' on the heavy pain medication, and then gave her a light sedative to relax her. If she was more herself at the moment, Renamon would have done more than protest. Losing mental acuity because of an emotional disruption? Incomprehensible.

She was marched over to a couch and was sat down carefully. The nurse glanced around and spotted Jiraiya. "Phil. You're friends with Reiko, right, dear? Would you mind watching her and make sure that she's fine? We don't want her hurting herself?"

This last sentence might have been confusing but for the large amount of blood soaking through the bandages that covered her right arm. The cast near the end already had a red tint, and even the lesser bandages on her neck were reddening. The ones on her side hadn't bled through her shirt yet, though glancing down, one would notice the heavy padding under the clothes on her left thigh, and perhaps the splint and bandages that surrounded her torso under the shirt.

Once the nurse was satisfied Jiraiya would watch her, the woman nodded and left, leaving something behind that was a bit lesser than its former self. Renamon, for her part, seemed to have noticed nothing, and stared blankly at the floor in front of her.

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/626415.html?thread=52712943#t52712943).]

After the chat with Franziska, the one that wasn't on the bulletin that had sparked fear in his stone heart, Rude kept thinking about his journal. Did it matter if people understood the shit inside? He hadn't really cared. He left it with his PJ's when he showered. The nurses already had him pegged as crazy, so a few doodles of dead fellow patients and information on oimbs...was that so unexpected?

Whatever. If VonKarma wanted a code, she could come up wit- Wait, what the hell did it matter what she thought. He wasn't exactly working for her or something.

He just had to keep his distance was all.

[Free and without limit breaks]

[faile.livejournal.com]

After lunch, Faize found himself wandering back into the Sun Room. As much as he enjoyed the fresh air and sunshine outdoors, he wanted to examine the bulletin board once more. There was something about it that bothered him.

There was no doubt about it. Almost all of the posts appeared to be written in the language of his brethren. Even the posts addressing TK-622, who himself claimed no knowledge of Eldar, was the same. It was common practice to install translators in facilities meant for use by more than one race, and so Faize hadn't found it terribly strange that he could understand the spoken words of others. But to understand the written word... that was entirely different.

It was possible that one could just consider it "advanced technology" and leave it at that, but Faize did not like accepting such simple explanations. Doing so did not lead to improved knowledge and understanding. Instead, he thoroughly examined the bulletin, even walking to the far edges of it and examining the sides, to see if there was any indication of a translating device having been installed within it. Still, it appeared to be a simple board made of simple materials. The cause of the phenomenon had to lie elsewhere.

[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

Lunch had been nice, if a little awkward, and Kagura was relieved to have gotten some things cleared up, at least in her own mind. The time went by so strangely here, sometimes it left her reeling and sometimes it just dragged on. She was never sure what to make of it.

Her nurse escorted her into the Sun Room after lunch, which was alright with her since her long brown hair was still drying and there was a chill in the air. She didn't mind trying to meet new people or make friends either. Even if she was still a little shy about it.

It looked like there was a new person, or, new to her at least, looking over the bulletin. She approached with some hesitation, but tried to focus her courage and keep from being too shy to talk. "Was... there something you were curious about?" she asked. If he had questions, maybe she could try to help.

[justlovesyogurt.livejournal.com]

Fourth shift, which meant his interview with Scourge's boss should be coming soon. That is, if the Lieutenant hadn't just been posturing. If he had, that was fine. Michael had plenty of other investigating to do. He was interested to watch how the assassination of Aidou played out, and while he waited for Scourge to come find him, he scanned the room for someone matching the target's description.

[waiting for Scourge to come and take him to his leader]

[haplesstracker.livejournal.com]

Scourge brushed his still-damp hair over his shoulders as he entered the Sun Room, not noticing how they were leaving wet spots on his shirt collar. He'd finally managed to stifle his persistent chuckles once he was out of range of exposed badly designed human organs and saggy flesh, but there was still a slight grin on his face.

And there was Michael, very good. Scourge pulled the last few wet strands away from his cheeks and gave him a slight nod. "Great, you're here. I told Megatron to meet us, he should be along any moment now," he said, first scanning the room for anything familiar, then watching the door intently with his ears as metaphorically wide as he could get them.

Scourge was still wary of telling the human that he had absolutely no idea what his leader looked or sounded like.

[ruthless-hunter.livejournal.com]

[from the showers (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/626415.html?thread=52612591)]

Well at least he felt clean now. Showering with humans wasn't something he was going to look forward to again, but at least he'd gotten a new, useful ally out of the deal.

He ignored the other inmates and found himself an empty chair to park himself into. Lockdown leaned his head back and closed his optics, sighing peacefully.

[free. no limits]

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

Not only did showers make Porky's already troublesome bangs obscure his vision even more than usual, but there was also one side effect that Porky had forgotten during his thousand-year break from bathing: once you get out, you're absolutely freezing until you're dry. Then again, it wouldn't take long if Porky just sat down and waited in the Sun Room, right? I mean, it was the Sun Room. That's the whole point of it.

Porky wandered about until he found an empty chair and then sat down in it. Not wanting to focus on how cold he was, Porky decided to strike up a conversation with the man sitting next to him.

"So..." Porky mumbled, "What's your story?"

[broken-babylon.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/626415.html?thread=52736751#t52736751)]

Subaru felt very self-conscious with his injured face so visible now. He understood why it was a bad idea for the bandages to be replaced immediately--the wounds needed to dry out a little after the shower--but it was still unpleasant to have his bitten cheek and empty eyesocket exposed. The cheek seemed to be almost healed, at least--the stitches had come out at some point between last night and today, apparently, but that empty eyesocket must be horrible to look at. Subaru didn't want to give anyone nightmares, so he continued to try to hide it with his hair, and found a relatively isolated little corner of the room to sit in.

[for Sousuke! Ask if you want to join, but Serey is on v. slow-posting for convention weekend, so be warned.]

[uruz-vii.livejournal.com]

Sousuke had been sitting by himself, still contemplating what Allelujah had told him. It was hard losing teammates, but in the end, was there really anything he could do besides look forward and keep moving. That was what he did back home, it was what he did before he met Kaname, and it had worked out pretty well so far.

He happened to look up when Subaru passed him, and Sousuke recognized him as the person Miku had spoken with before. And it looked as though his face had been attacked. Sousuke immediately stood up, aiming to occupy himself with Subaru in case Miku came by. He didn't need her to be upset by this--not when he'd upset her earlier today.

"What happened?" he asked, sitting down near Subaru in his out of the way corner.

[tightsofmight]

[LATE! ;_; *begs forgiveness* Reserved for Ophelia, then getting rescued by the mighty Daredevil :O ]

He didn't want to believe it. His mind kept trying to shove it away, sweep it under a rug or throw it out a window, just get rid of it for good so he could go back to crying over Harry and convincing himself that what he did made a difference.

But that wouldn't make it true.

Everything he knew was a lie. That was all there was too it. Just one big screwed up lie that happened to be sold at news stands for any kid with four bucks to spare. He was entertainment. A clown in a freaking spider suit whose entire life was made up by some...some jackass with a pencil and a handy piece of paper.

And everything he went through - everything his friends went through - it was all for the sake of 'drama'. People died to make things interesting, new villains popped up for new plots, and the world was in peril because it was 'cooler that way'. He was with MJ because this omnipotent bastard thought he needed a girlfriend, and Uncle Ben got shot just so Peter would guilt himself into becoming Spider-Man.

With great power comes-

He could have screamed. Right here in the middle of the Sun Room, onlookers be damned. What did it matter? He wasn't real. Nothing he did had a consequence. Nothing he said, thought or felt was his own. The classic story of puppet and puppeteer.

What was he now? Was this just another story, another issue on the comic stands, hot off the press? Spidey goes to the Asylum? Why would they do this to him? Send in a jerk with a beer gut to tell him he wasn't anything but a picture book. You would think that would defeat the whole purpose of telling a story in the first place. Fourth wall and all that.

He was the world's biggest fool. Except not really, because he wasn't even in 'the world'. Or any world, any universe, fucking dimension and all this bullshit.

So Harry was gone because...because it would be cool. To mix things up. Maybe make a couple people in the audience shed a tear before they remembered that it was pure fiction, and moved on with their lives. And oh hey, make it as bloody as possible, and see if you can make the monster look like his father, okay? The crowds will eat it up. Everybody likes a good tragedy. A wail burbled in his chest, and Peter smothered his eyes until he could see without being blurred by tears.

As for the others, were they all fake, too? Matt, Steve, Kurt, Senna, Brainy, Meche, Grell...just a bunch of fancy doodles and speech bubbles. All of them.

Oh God, Indiana Jones. He had to...ugh, Peter had been even worse to him that first day than Sangamon was just now. A complete jerk. He had laughed in his face, called him crazy. It made sense though. Books and movies and stuff always mentioned other characters, other stories. No wonder. As if knowing your pop culture made you real. He had to apologize. Let him know that he was sorry, because this was the worst possible thing that could ever happen to you, and he had been laughing at him.

The nurse tried to coax him into the courtyard, but Peter refused to budge. She frowned at him, but fetched him some paper and a pencil, leaving him in front of the board once again. Resigned, he wrote a meager apology, hoping it would count for something (even if not for real), because right now? He couldn’t talk to anybody. He’d just wind up crying, or throwing a fit, probably get sedated and tossed into solitary.

And Peter was just about at the point where solitary looked like a pretty good deal.

[wearsthehakama.livejournal.com]

She and Kenshin had been parted after lunch, much to Kaoru's displeasure. She consoled herself with the fact that Kenshin would be alright (he certainly had started to smell a little... not-Kenshinish) with some hot water a soap and settled herself on a couch in the sun room, her hands folded and her eyes settled on the roof of the building, marveling at the glass plating.

So, she was stuck in America, in a different era from her own with lots of things she definitely didn't have the experience to deal with. So what? She was Kamiya Kaoru! She could definitely keep her wits about her for... whatever this place had in store for her.

Oh, who was she kidding? Something weird and unexpected would happen and some sword-waving madman would probably scoop her up like a sack of rice and run off with her. Kaoru slumped in her seat and picked at the fabric of her uniform.