Dayshift 22; First Shift; Sun Room

[the-clown-king.livejournal.com]

As always, Tamaki woke up in his bed. He didn't know how he got there, but he woke up still in the clutches of fear he last remembered from the night. The fight in the hallway, Ed and Adel, the thing...

He was out of bed immediately, determined to make sure his friends were alright. He listened to the man on the intercom, not liking the idea of some big surprise. He didn't imagine any surprises could be good. And he hoped his friends felt the same way...

When his nurse came to get him, he chose the Sun Room instead of the chapel. He wanted no part of whatever was going to happen. He only hoped that Ed and Adel had the same idea....

They probably didn't. Agitated and worried, Tamaki paced along the window, hands behind his back, and waited.

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[bigshotbarret.livejournal.com]

It happened again. Instead of spewing blood all over his hands and glaring heatedly at a jackass of a doctor, he was laying upon his back and staring at the ceiling of his white-washed patient room with the sound of that infernal jackass of a doctor (a lot of those running around it seemed) spouting some bullshit about a 'surprise' within the chapel. Important, huh? Fuck that. Barret was tempted to stay in bed.

He ran his hands over his middle to find it bandaged once again, and knew that stitches held him together. At least they kept you alive come dawn--even if you don't remember how you got to bed in the first damn place.

When the nurse arrived, his mood was so noticeably foul that the staff member didn't bother with her normal sing-song cheer to pep him up for the day ahead. She avoided his gaze as she helped him into his wheelchair which still bared the dent it received from the night prior when he popped a cat clean off of Lust's fallen body.

Lust...fuck. The memories flooded, and he suddenly felt as if he were suffering from the worst case of a hangover in his life. The idea was good for a time, but everything crashed into a downward spiral that left her even more wounded than he was. He deliberated finding her as the nurse pushed him off toward the Sun Room after he shook his head in negation to the option of the Chapel but thought twice. He wanted to know she was okay, but he also felt way too awkward.

The Sun Room was empty save for one other person. He wasn't in the mood for conversation, so it was just as well. Perhaps he'd give it some time before he went to seek her out.

[tempusfragments.livejournal.com]

FUCKFUCKFUCK.......

Kiden blinked awake. She had been, last she remembered, in the hall with the pipe and the monsters and the other girls and... it was day again. She should be used to it, really. However she rolled out of bed onto her knees and just sat there for a moment. Ohgod. Holy shit. What the fuck. Ran through her head as she breathed. Even if she was now awake and the danger was over she was shaken. Not entirely shell shocked, however. She hid the pipe in the mattress because she knew that sooner or later the nurse would come.

Then she sat up and got a good look around again. ... Hey, the room had changed. She looked over at her roommate and was tempted to shake the other girl awake. Then again, who knew. Instead she sat on the end of her bed and waited for the nurse to come. When the woman did she was polite, but curt, and couldn't help but to wring her hands in the hem of her shirt as they walked.

Landels was not a place she enjoyed. What had not seemed entirely horrible and turned to bad to worse. Had everyone gotten away okay? What about the crazy blond man who had been yelling at her? Kiden didn't know. And what made it worse was her power. She felt helpless, even if she had acquired the pipe.

"...Fuck the surprise." She muttered at the option of the chapel. The nurse gave her a disapproving look and patted her shoulder and told her she was missing out. Which was a-okay with her. They walked to the Sun Room where Kiden looked around (as usual) for a familiar face. She couldn't miss Barret there, he stood out (also, being one of two people did that).

Kiden made a beeline for him. "...Mornin'." She offered, not yet invading his personal space. He looked worse for the wear, but she didn't offer any shocked faces, just a grim stare.

[beloved-lives.livejournal.com]

The choice between the two activities, so to say, wasn't much of a choice at all. He had no love for religion and thus entered early and claimed a couch, stretching full-length upon it. His headway with Hisoka hadn't progressed much; he'd learned though that neither sympathy or empathy would necessarily work on the boy; likely that one was more receptive to a show of strength or will.

But it hadn't been totally fruitless. Amusing, if nothing else. And then it was morning. And he had a roommate -- whatever. As long as the other person, whoever he was, didn't bother him, there'd be no quarrel from his corner.

Seimei lay on his side in the spill of sunlight, tail flicking idly, ears twitching, picking up the odd bit of conversation, but mostly he was still. He could always do with more sleep.

[numberii.livejournal.com]

That night... had been vexing. Xigbar hadn't known that Luxord could be so helpless against what had ended up being not a real threat at all, and what worried him most of all was that now he didn't know what other random problems he might encounter among his fellow Nobodies. The Organization had never been marked by stability, and if this place could take advantage of that... man, what a pickle that'd be.

So he promptly ignored his room-mate and skipped to the Sun Room, deciding that meditation was boring. Maybe there'd be someone to bother, someone to get huffy and make him feel better... or forbid, even someone to become an ally to. Obi-Wan seemed a bit flaky, so he'd need to hedge his bets.

...he was even starting to use Luxord's terminology? That wasn't a good sign.

He promptly plopped on the arm of the couch that a kinda-feline person had claimed, peering down at the black-haired creature and grinning. "Hey, look what the cat dragged in~!"

[be-my-tool.livejournal.com]

Zabuza came in, lead by the nurse and followed by the orderlies. He didn't do anything and the nurse seemed to relax a bit more. They left him alone, backing away, and told him to get comfortable.

He sat on the nearest chair and glared at nothing. He didn't understand. Where was the torture? The pain? The terror? Where was the Hell in this Hell? This was really stupid. Zabuza hated it already, but that was probably the point wasn't it.

Sighing, Zabuza closed his eyes, listening to everything that went on around him and getting a clear mental image of the room and the people in it.

None of them had better bother him. He wasn't in a good mood.

[no-side-effects.livejournal.com]

Wesker made a point of sitting down next to someone he had not seen before. New patients were being brought in, a lot of them, apparently.

He adjusted his sunglasses, and ran a hand over his hair before sitting down near a rather unpleasant looking man, willing to let him make the first comment, or to remain silent if he wished.

For his own part, Wesker was in a bad mood, he'd woken up in a room with two beds. Someone had clearly been sleeping in the other bed, and that irritated him almost beyond anything he'd had to endure yet in this place.

The only thing that was worse was his dulled abilities. His enhanced sense of hearing he missed particularly, he would not have been caught offguard last night had he possessed his enhanced hearing.

[clone-boy.livejournal.com]

More than half of his stash of knives was gone.

Darman kept coming back to that.

Two of his three knives were not where he hid them.

The clone wasn't prone to an organized panic, but the idea of someone finding his stash and compromising the admittedly limited security of his room made it almost tempting. He had done the smart thing and hid them in different places around the room last he remembered, and the one he had used to kill the nurse last night was still right where he left it, at least.

What did nearly give him a start was the presence of another prisoner inside his cell.

The other inmate was asleep, but Darman couldn't for the life of him understand how they had snuck him in without him waking up. Clones were light sleepers and he wasn't the exception to the rule, so how had they moved in all this additional furniture, expanded the room and brought in a cellmate without him being aware about it? Frowning, Darman made sure to change his last remaining knife's hiding space - keeping an eye on the sleeping cellmate the entire time - and was waiting for the morning guard when she opened the cell door.

She lifted a finger to her lips in what even Darman knew was the universal gesture for silence, and motioned him to follow her.

"Today's a special day, Daniel," she said in hushed tones. "Would you like to go to the Chapel or the Sun Room?"

Darman recalled the chapel being equated with religion and meditation. Sounded like something a Jedi would go for, but Darman had it up to here with Jedi and their apparently limitless numbers here. He knew it would be best to go to the Chapel to get a good feel for the numbers of potential Force sensitives, but right now he needed a break and he wasn't going to do it with the prickly feeling that someone just could be looking over his shoulder.

"The Sun Room," Darman said, frowning a little.

He wasn't sure what this business about a special Sunday was, but he was more concerned with getting some fuel into him (thanks to his accelerated metabolism, his stomach was rumbling) and trying to learn more about just what the new cellmate was doing in his room and how the fierfek he'd gotten there in the first place.

Darman still couldn't shake off the thought of those two missing knives. Their disappearance...bothered him a great deal. It felt like it had something to do with gross negligence and that negligence had to do with him.

The clone hated the idea of being negligent.

[twelveapathy.livejournal.com]

Last night was definitely one of the worst ever in Larxene’s non-existence. She had been stabbed through the chest with a knife and was given a nice little “jolt” after being doused in water.

Not only that, but she had also missed the meeting she was supposed to have with XI.

It was all very ironic, aggravating, and especially painful.

But that was then…

There was no longer any trace of blood on Larxene or her clothes. The wound had been sewn up, and her chest had been wrapped around in several bandages. It was all well and good to be given that kind of treatment. However, she really would’ve liked it if they could’ve done something about the pain she was feeling.

The Nobody was sore, and everything hurt, not just her chest. Her condition was bad enough that she couldn’t walk without the assistance of crutches. No doubt the rest of the Organization would get a good laugh at seeing their “princess” in such a pitiful state.

But it was either that, or a wheelchair.

In any case, another marvelous day had arrived. She noticed the extra bed in her room, but dismissed it quickly enough.

When it came to deciding on her first stop of the day, Larxene opted for the Sun Room. Religion meant nothing to her, after all.

Once there, she made her way to the nearest chair. The extra rest would surely do wonders.

[bond-off-lame.livejournal.com]

Last night was probably one of the best Axel ever had in this godforsaken Institute. Because the redhead saw no fit in meandering out into the hallways that night he spent most of it resting and regaining whatever stamina he lost from his sickness. And besides for the times when the intercom or radio went off it was actually quite peaceful.

But he wasn't expecting his room to change the way it did, and Axel would've been blind if he hadn't noticed the other bed besides his own. He didn't question it much, however, and let his nurse escort him to the Sun Room.

Though most of the Organization members reaped no interest in religion, it was actually a fascinating subject that piqued Axel's curiosity. But unfortunately the redhead wasn't a creature accustomed to those kinds of habits or rituals, and he'd rather read up on it himself than listen to some religious zealot.

Once Axel reached the Sun Room he was quick to notice Larxene's less than flattered state and made a beeline over to her.

"I'm guessing it wasn't your night?" He spoke coolly, taking a seat across from hers and leaned back.

[reversebemylot.livejournal.com]

Simon woke up to the Head Doctor's voice and thought of filing a complaint. There really ought to be a nicer way to rouse the patients in the morning. Some classical music, perhaps. He remembered, as he sat up and begrudged his lack of a toothbrush, last night in pieces that rushed back alarmingly. He had already experienced the sudden shift, but being in the middle of wrapping an awful wound and then in bed was something else entirely.

He hoped Lust and that man were all right, if any of it had been real. It had been real the first time. The thought of a surprise did not appeal to him; curious as he could be, Simon had had enough surprises, and nor did he feel particularly religious in this place. Noticing that he had a roommate, Simon did not have long to puzzle it over before his nurse came. They exchange pleasantries. He requested the Sun Room, with an apology for his wavering faith.

The large, angry black man would have been hard to miss. He did not look very approachable. Simon only cared to see that he was breathing and not bleeding. A lengthy glance confirmed this, and he found a seat to maintain his rigid posture against.

If that kind of thing was going to happen every night, he mused, he would really need to look into getting some supplies. Landels did not make much sense, or their rules differed greatly by night and day. Simon felt he was beginning to learn them, and could now act accordingly. He tapped his fingers on his thighs and watched the door for River.

[damned-patients.livejournal.com]

Time to be social. The Sun Room sounded appealing, at least to one Jack Hall. Jack wasn't a religious man by any means, after all. So the Sun Room it was. The human body needed plenty of sunlight, after all. It aided a healthy sleep pattern and kept up good spirits.

The fact that the sun was filtering in through glass wasn't too appealing, but what could he do? It wasn't like there was much choice. Not in this place. Weak, strained sunlight would have to do. It was still better than the so-called house of some God he didn't believe in.

Ambling into the room, nurse at his side clucking over her roster, Jack swung his arms and looked at the assorted fellow patients. He ought to talk to someone. He ought to make a friend or two.

The young guy watching the door looked more likely to want company than the others who weren't talking. He'd have to do.

"Expecting someone?" Jack raised his eyebrows - a habit he was far too inclined towards, - and followed the young man's gaze to the door.

[reunion.livejournal.com]

The journey to consciousness was, as always, a horrible one. So was listening to the Head Doctor's lunatic ravings, but by now Kadaj had at least learned to tune out the irrelevant nonsense. There seemed to be more of it than usual this morning, but then there were also some more important parts too. New patients, visitors later in the day, and... a surprise? In a chapel, too, as if the Head Doctor's sense of humor wasn't twisted enough already.

At some point during these musings, he became aware of the fact that his once blissfully private room now had certain... additions. Namely, a whole new set of furniture, complete with a bed that had a lump of bedding on it that honestly made it rather difficult to tell if there was anyone occupying it or not. Kadaj quickly made sure his equipment was safely stashed away before wandering over to examine it, tilting his head curiously at the bundle. What--?

Of course, his nurse chose that exact moment to come in, giving him a bright, cheery smile that could have only be achieved through either countless rehearsals or, failing that, plastic surgery. "Good morning, Kaden!" she said quietly, not wanting to wake his new... roommate, he supposed. What a disgusting idea. "Did you hear the announcement? Which will it be: the chapel or the sun room?"

That was an easy choice, surprise or not. "Sun room," he answered succinctly, and allowed himself to be led off.

There were surprisingly few people there when he arrived, and he had to smirk when he recognized one of the traitor's friends among them. If only they were on the second floor, he could find some way to push Barret down the stairs in that wheelchair... that sounded like fun. Elena's idiot boyfriend was there too, but Kadaj wasn't all that interested in tormenting him right now. It was more fun seeing if he could push her into having a breakdown than bother with him, at least from what he'd seen so far. As for the rest of the people in the room... he just didn't care.

Oh well. Locating a couch of his own couch, he made himself comfortable on it and closed his eyes. Maybe he'd spend this entire shift replaying that conversation with the president in his mind-- "You win, Kadaj." Frankly, with the exception killing everyone here and finding Mother, he couldn't think of a better way of spending his time than doing just that.

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

…

If he could have his powers over Time once more, it would most definitely be used for the purpose of rewinding that horrible night and dragging the other two men away from the danger. II knew how much syringes could influence Luxord's mental state, and he still persisted on running into the fight as though he were Leeroy Jenkins. It was enough to help the Gambler momentarily forget the pain in his chest and another individual in his room.

When the psuedo-anger vanished, however, he was almost hurt by its disappearance. Well, not as hurt as his wounds. Lifting the shirt proved them non-fatal and, as before, bandaged and possibly stitched. The sleeping, blond man on the other side of the room was ignored, for now.

Walking was not so much of a pain, but it was enough of an annoyance. And while he could take it, Luxord would much rather spread his annoyance to someone else. Someone easily aggravated. Entering the Sun Room (after almost jumping out of his skin upon seeing Nursey: he had this intense paranoia that syringes would pop from her flesh at any moment, and then he violently declined anything to do with a Chapel) X found himself staring at some familiar, silver hair.

A grin. Oh yes. He would do.

"I take it you had a pleasant night," he drawled, silently noting that Xigbar was… flirting with a… cat-boy? out of the corner of his eye. Hmph. Without warning, the blond too his own seat onto the arm of the couch, all charming smiles. "Why don't you share?"

[lost-metal.livejournal.com]

Ed, understandably, did not want to wake up. He clung to his bed like a limpet, not really waking up enough to even fight properly. In the end, the nurses practically had to drag him away, although thankfully his muttered curses about all religions prevented them taking him to the chapel.

He didn't even notice the second bed in his room.

Seemed like getting to the Sun Room was a hell of a lot more difficult and it took him a good couple of minutes to figure out that it was because he couldn't get his automail to work properly; his leg moving awkwardly and locking frequently while his arm wouldn't move at all.

When the nurses finally left him, he immediately curled up on a sofa and fell soundly asleep again.

[grabby-hands.livejournal.com]

Blame memories, blame that hag, blame being the an embodiment of a deadly sin, but Greed fucking hated churches. He knew what they were better than most of the people in his world, anyway; old and dusty halls of worship from a civilization that had been long ago buried underground just like Dante's crooning head.

So, even after waking up and feeling like more shit than he'd ever had in his unholy life, when given the option of sun room or salvation, he took the sun room. More comfy, anyway, he figured from what he'd seen of the precious chapel that the bitch used as a portal to her rotting kingdom, which was what he needed now that he remembered just how fucking painful wounds could be.

He'd gotten dressed up with bandages around his shoulder, and his arm felt like it belonged on a rag doll even in the sling they'd put it in. He'd tried to pull it out for pride's sake, (the emotion, not the asshole), but... it looked like he'd have to deal with it, and pretty much give up on the option of getting out of here through sheer force alone. As much as he hated being shoved around by those orderlies... he wasn't stupid enough to pick a fight.

It was when the homunculus was looking for a place to sit his ass down and look for Schuldig that he found a familiar face, even if it was half-buried in a sofa.

Greed smirked wryly. This place never let up on surprises did it?

"Hey," he growled, pulling up his leg and nudging the kid hard with a foot. "You such a loser that you ended up here? I told you how to kill the other guys."

[lighthearted]

Sora woke up with his hand against his chest, breathing hard. It was still so disconcerting to be one place one second and in his bed the next, morning having suddenly arrived.

The boy was overwhelmed with how tired he was - the night had been so rough on him - and he fell back against his pillow with a sigh.

Renji, Nowe, Kurosaki, and then Scar...

Scar. Scar had been yelling at him, blaming him for leaving his friend to fight that monster that had hurt his friends so badly, but he hadn't had any other choice, and the man had told him to go, but maybe he really should have stayed (that would have been the right thing to do, and, and, and...)

But there was no way he could do anything about it now, other than make sure that everyone had come out of it okay, and to apologize to the two he'd gotten caught up in his mess.

Rubbing the gunk out of his eyes, Sora rolled out of bed and jerked in surprise when he saw another bed across from his own. With someone in it. It wasn't anyone he'd seen before, but it looked like he'd somehow ended up with a roommate! That was sort of exciting, actually, and he was about to go over and inspect his new friend more carefully when his nurse walked in.

"Now, now," she said with a tsking noise. "Don't wake him. He's new here and needs to get his rest."

More patients? Sora frowned. It was disheartening, but he looked forward to getting to know the other boy once he woke up. When he was offered a choice of where to go, he chose the Sun Room without much consideration. Religion had never been a big part of his life, and he didn't see any reason why that should change.

Upon entering the Sun Room, however, he didn't see any of the people he was looking for. No Renji, no Nowe, no Kurosaki, no Scar, no blue-haired-guy-with-a-sword. There were a few Organization members around (and Larxene looked pretty hurt), but he certainly wasn't going to approach any of them willingly.

His eyes finally landed on someone he did like: Tamaki. He had only spoken to the boy a few times, but their conversations had been nice ones. Stepping over to where Tamaki was standing and positioning himself behind him, Sora poked him playfully on the shoulder.

[the-clown-king.livejournal.com]

Tamaki was standing rather defensively, his hands clasped at the small of his back and his shoulders hunched. But he jumped when someone touched him, whirling about with wide eyes.

"Sora-kun!" His startled expression - slightly exaggerated - faded into a wide grin. He'd liked Sora, very much, from the minute they'd met. And he noticed Edward, sleeping on a couch, and his grin only widened. Edward was okay, and sleeping. He wouldn't be sleeping if something had happened to Adel! His friends were alright!

"You startled me!" he said. "Are you doing well?"

[offduty.livejournal.com]

Still slightly asleep when he awoke, Reno didn’t quite notice the renovation done to his room until he sat up only to realize that though he was in one bed, there was still another one directly across from him.

“What the hell…?”

Okay. So evidently, he had a roommate now? The bed looked slept in, anyway. Jeez. Did the room just do a quick flip overnight or what? He was, actually, a bit curious as to who he was sharing the room with, but before he could wonder about it any further, a nurse popped into his room. He almost expected her to morph into something grotesque at any second, after last night, but she only dragged him out, chattering nonsense all the while.

For a moment, he contemplated going to the chapel to see the second floor a bit more, but...God. Screw it. He really didn’t give enough of a damn right now. Besides, he already sort of knew what the second floor looked like. The only thing left was to explore it, and he doubted he’d get the chance to do so.

He reached the Sun Room a lot quicker than he expected, but the significance of this didn’t register. He kept an eye out for the President or Elena, but didn't spot either.

Finding a chair where the doorway was in his line of vision, he leaned back, letting his mind wander.

[fuyunohanabi.livejournal.com]

The Sun Room was not what she had expected. An entirely enclosed room with a glass ceiling instead of the enclosed garden or courtyard she had expected. Well, at least the sun wouldn't become too glaring.

She looked around, examining the other people curiously. ALl of them were wearing these odd grey clothes instead of the usual shinigami uniform. Was this the Real World instead of Soul Society? But how could hse have ended up there? She'd woken up in odd places before after a night's revellry, but never in a completely different plane.

She singled out a man sitting alone, looking rather bored and went over to him. She just needed a little information. She stood directly in front of him, arms crossed under her breasts and summoned all her authority as a Vice-Captain into her voice and stance. "You. Tell me what this place is."

[voiceless-rage.livejournal.com]

It had happened again. He'd done nothing. The night had come and gone and he hadn't done anything, only found people and monsters and not been able to kill. It was driving him insane (further insane, anyway) - he needed to kill something, someone, and he needed to find a way out. NOW.

Caim glared at the intercom when it came on, ignoring the abrupt change in his room and the other bed with the other body. A surprise? He doubted it would be anything worthwhile, at least during the day. At night, there might be something interesting ...

He followed his nurse out of the room and allowed himself to be escorted, along with the other patients, into the sun room. He made a beeline for the bulletin board, not caring if the nurse followed him and saw what he was writing. When he finished, he slumped down in a chair nearby, eyes locked on the door, as if waiting for someone worth his time to come by.

Damn this place.

[forgot-my-life.livejournal.com]

Takaya glared at the ceiling. This was already getting old and he hadn't even been here that long. Of course ... ten minutes was TOO long in this hell. He sat up and looked around, hand going to his side. Fresh bandages.

It disturbed him that someone had touched him while he was unaware. He hated that. A lot. But what bothered him more was the fact that his room had changed. Not a lot, but enough to be noticed.

Looking up when the nurse came in, he sneered and flipped her off. "Come now, Alan," she chirped. "I'd like to think we're beyond that by now."

"Fuck. You. Bitch." The nurse tsked and waved her hand.

"Time to get up, young man. You can go the Chapel this morning if you'd like. There's a special surprise planned there. Or you can go to the Sun Room."

"Home." The nurse laughed.

"That's not an option Alan." Takaya glowered and got out of bed, pushing away the desire to wince.

"Fine. The second one."

He was led to the Sun Room without too much trouble, and a minimum of curse words. He was quickly abandoned and moved to sit in a spot on the floor.

He was pissed, but he wanted to think. Two people last night had shown signs of Power ... while he and, presumably, Naoe had none. This completely trashed the theory of an Absorption Spell. So what was it that was muting their power here? And, if it wasn't a Possessor, then who was it?

[rubbermancan.livejournal.com]

Luffy was of the sound opinion that a decent night's sleep could fix just about anything.

He'd tried to stay awake while waiting for Nightshift. Really, he had. But after stuffing himself with his dinner, he'd only had the dark silence of his room to keep him company. Before he'd realized it, the pirate had dozed off to sleep, only to wake up once the new dayshift had begun.

Perhaps most people would have been irritated by this turn of events, but Luffy felt too refreshed to be upset. It had been days since he'd had a good sleep, and his body had easily sunk into a bright, vibrant dream about the ocean, the Going Merry, and his friends back home.

Luffy missed his friends, but if they weren't stuck in here, then maybe it was a good thing they weren't around.

He didn't have time to dwell on any of that, however. When he woke up, he was amazed to discover his room had magically shifted around during the night. Not only that, but there was another boy in his room! But before he could wake him up, the nurse had come to escort Luffy to the morning's activities. Needless to say, the pirate had been more than a little upset to find that breakfast wouldn't be until a bit later, but the nurse promised him a delicious meal once brunch rolled around, and Luffy was slightly appeased for the time being.

The decision to go to the sun room hadn't been a difficult one. The chapel had sounded too boring for Luffy's liking. He was pleased to find several other patients had thought so too when he walked into the room, the limp in his right leg significantly better than the day before.

Sporting a grin, Luffy plopped onto a couch and took to staring up at the large windows that made up the ceiling. It had been a long time since he'd seen any real clouds. Maybe, if he squinted hard enough, he'd be able to see some.

[gun-fire.livejournal.com]

Riza opened her eyes more or less in the same place she'd been all night--or what part of the night they'd been allowed. She was ashamed of herself, but it wasn't her fear that kept her in her room. She could only owe it to a fair amount of rare indecision tempered with an expectation that she would somehow repeat the previous night.

Now that it seemed to be morning, however, she felt more ridiculous for having wasted the night in seeming cowardice.

It wasn't until she sat up that she noticed the room wasn't at all the way it had been when she last saw it: there was another bed, another closet--and another woman Riza hadn't seen before. She was still sleeping.

Although Riza wasn't accustomed to judging other people by such a scale, the woman was beautiful, and had Riza other goals in her life, she might have been given to jealousy.

When the nurse entered, Riza stood, and when she was finally given her options after the usual saccharine salutation, she remembered the announcement and chose to avoid the surprise. Even as a girl she avoided anything she couldn't predict, and even though the alternative now was the sun room, she chose it instead.

She didn't recognize many in the room, but she did recognize Ed, even before he begrudgingly responded to his visitor. His arm didn't seem to be working exactly right . . . but that indicated that he'd got into a worse scrape last night. It hadn't been like that yesterday morning.

She turned away, deciding to sidestep that conversation anyway, but it only brought her to another familiar face from that night. Even if she'd only glimpsed him in the dark, it was perhaps his mannerisms that she recognized most.

Again, she almost turned away, but with a more customary discipline she sat next to him on the sofa before she could hide from that event again.

"I hope you are recovering swiftly," she began quietly, straightforward but sympathetic.

[judgemagister.livejournal.com]

The hound was surprised to find himself more confused than aggravated. He had never seen a structure such as this one - endlessly white walls, rooms that were more of cells than rooms, and a strange scent that reminded him of one who had just scrubbed themself raw with soap. Perhaps it was some sort of amusing imitation of an inn? It seemed far beneath himself to be stuck here - and forced to follow this strange woman like a lost puppy.

Perhaps it was good that his honor had been ripped away, for what sort of honor could he retain here? He was away from his home, the battlefields, his army, and his duty. He could not shake the feeling that he had failed - that maybe Vayne's desires had eventually shaken him to the core, and he had not stopped himself from eliminating Lord Larsa. It was true Vayne had held the judge's respect for a long time, for what was one murderer to another? But Venat... it was worrysome how one being could change another so quickly.

Coming into the room, the woman dressed in white smiled, wishing him to have an enjoyable time before whisking off down the same hallway. The Sun Room had turned out to be like its name - big and bright, full of rather odd looking seating. He did not take the time to notice the rather large, collective melting pot of characters in the room, but rather strode around one of the couches, running a finger along the material, wondering what his purpose in being here would be.

[heartcrown.livejournal.com]

[oblivionsky.livejournal.com]

Roxas was honestly a little surprised to find himself waking up. He remembered eating dinner, and then settling into a comfortable position on his bed to wait for the door to unlock, and then-

Oh. He must have fallen asleep. The thought was a bit cumbersome; he had been supposed to have a look around with Naminé and Kairi to make a map. It was something that would prove to be highly useful considering that even though he had been here for weeks, he'd yet explored so little that he still didn't know where everything was (aside from the rooms they were escorted to most often).

He was never going to escape, at that rate. He needed to find a way to stay awake.

The blonde boy sat up slowly and rubbed at his eyes with the back of his arm. It was probably around breakfast time, so there wasn't much of a point sitting around. The room seemed different, somehow. He couldn't quite place where the idea came from, until he took notice of a second bed. A roommate? If so, they were already gone, so they wouldn't be able to meet quite yet.

A second surprise came when he discovered that he wasn't going to the cafeteria, instead being presented with a choice between the chapel and the sun room. He was a little concerned he'd accidentally slept through breakfast, and was a little relived when the nurse told them that they were having a brunch in the next shift. As for destination, Roxas opted for the sun room. If memory served correctly, the chapel wasn't an all bad place, but the way that the light had twisted though the stained-glass windows had been a little eerie. It had been during Nightshift that he'd seen it, but the sun room definitely sounded more relaxing.

Not feeling entirely social, the boy settled into a quiet corner of the room. Maybe if he relaxed more during the day it would be easier to stay awake during the night.

[zerstorung.livejournal.com]

[0bnoxious.livejournal.com]

Albel suddenly awoke in bed, still holding his knife in his good hand. He sat up, and instantly noticed the empty bed on the other side of the room.

When did they put that in his room?

Realizing he was still holding his knife, he decided he needed to hide it somewhere before his nurse came in. The captain stood up and walked over to his closet. He grabbed the first piece of clothing he could find and proceeded to wrap his knife in it. When he was done, he put the piece of clothing behind one of the heaps. Hopefully, no one would find it. He had just closed the doors when the nurse came in.

Instead of escorting him to the cafeteria, the wench gave him the choice between the Chapel or the Sun Room. Albel picked the Sun Room, he had never been fond of religion. Only weaklings and fools prayed to their nonexistent little Gods, hoping the Deity would solve their problems. Pathetic!

As soon as he entered the Sun Room, he took a look around. He noticed Fayt easily among the crowd. Smirking, he walked over to the blue-haired kid.

"It seems like you haven't gotten yourself killed by the maggots here just yet." he said. It was Albel's way of saying 'hello'.

[devils-tactics.livejournal.com]

The sun room was full of people, but Kazuo ignored them. He made a slow, silent circle around the perimeter of the room before flopping down in a couch. He averted his gaze enough that he was looking at the ceiling. What was the point of all this, anyway? Who were all these people? They had to be other patients at the hospital, but why so many? And certainly not all of them came from the Battle Royale game, because...well, there was only one survivor and that was him. But clearly these people weren't all Japanese, so...

I'm here because I was in that accident and got shot. I won the game. That's all that matters. Idly, his hand pressed against his left temple and then traced down to his throat, to reassure himself that the collar was really gone. He missed his weapons, but didn't miss the collar much.

[barium-bullet.livejournal.com]

Learning that he apparently now had to put up with a roommate along with being in a new room was, in Yazoo’s opinion, not the best things to wake up to. The empty second bed told him that his roommate had already gone, which was perfectly fine to him. He really didn’t want to put up with whoever it was this early in the morning, unless his roommate was Kadaj, but that arrangement was highly unlikely considering the nature of the Institute and the people who ran it.

The makeshift bag of scalpels he had been carrying around last night was easy enough to locate, keeping him from having an internal panic attack, and he made sure they were well hidden before returning back to his bed to sit and wait for his nurse to show up. And as if on cue, she chose that moment to walk through the door before his butt could even hit the mattress.

“Good morning, Mr. Hornback.” Yazoo inwardly cringed at the name. “Which room will it be this morning, the chapel or the sun room?” He regarded her with an indifferent look, answering that he would like to visit the sun room and followed her as she led the way, taking note of the room number on the way out and committing it to memory.

At least the directions to take to get to certain places were the same. He looked around upon reaching his destination, spotting Kadaj talking to someone who he remembered being at his brother’s table at lunch a couple of days ago. Kadaj seemed happy about something, but about what Yazoo didn’t know. Deciding to leave the two of them to their conversation, he located an empty chair and sat down, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back.

[beloved-lives.livejournal.com]

Seimei noticed Yazoo enter and sauntered over to him. He felt full, satisfied, content. Xigbar had given him exactly what he wanted, exactly what he needed, and exactly enough. He could have done without being unceremoniously dumped to the floor, but that was a minor quibble.

And Yazoo was sitting in sunlight. He dropped to a seat on the floor by the other man's feet and looked up at him. "Hello again."

[numberii.livejournal.com]

Aaaaaah... being mean and cruel and heartless- lolz~!- always made Xigbar feel better. And getting to pet a kitty just enough and then drop the matter- literally- when he was bored with it was quite the amusement as well.

He could have done without Luxord showing off his stupid Gypsy Fortune-telling Thing, though. Or apparently getting the silver-haired boy to swear the help of himself and his two brothers. Which, for the viewers watching at home, meant that Luxord had just pulled ahead in their game by one point, just like that.

Still, II grinned as he plopped into the couch Seimei had just vacated, deciding that a couch was a couch even without a cat-boy on it. And as soon as X came over, they'd see who had beaten who in the second round of their game.

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

"I see you've finished lounging on the street corner, II." Oh, yes. Luxord was all smiles and felt as though he were positively glowing with victory by the time he finished with the silver-haired boy. Read a few cards, tell them what they want to hear and they open like music boxes, playing their promises and sweet melodies. If only X had the heart to truly enjoy it, but the shadow was enough.

Limping only slightly from the pain in his chest, the blond made his way to the couch Xigbar had located himself to. He leaned slightly towards the elder member when he got there, giving a rather dramatic, sympathizing pout, tilting his head for more effect. "What ever happened, my dearest Freeshooter? Did your kitty run out of quarters?"

[pimp-plan.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/64358.html?thread=3062886#t3062886)]

Zelos didn't really want to talk to anyone else right now. Maybe Aerith, but she probably hated him, and he couldn't blame her. He was completely useless.

He led Yuffie over to a quieter section of the Sun Room. It was a lot less crowded than usual - people must have gone to the chapel for that "surprise". Zelos didn't trust any surprise that had to do with church - it was never good.

He let Yuffie go and collapsed onto a couch, waiting for her to sit beside him.

[materianinja.livejournal.com]

Yuffie had calmed down a little by the time they got to the couch. Yelling at Barret had blown off a lot of steam, even if it didn't really make her feel better at all. Maybe even worse. Maybe.

Still sniffling, she flopped down onto the couch beside Zelos. Wrapping her arms around her small form, she rubbed them gently with her hands, staring off across the room. She didn't really know what to say to Zelos... It was all she could do at the moment to keep herself from crying again. That was way too embarrassing the first time for her to want to do it again, especially in front of Zelos...

[just-shiny.livejournal.com]

Kaylee had been about to tell the Captain that she hadn't seen Zoe since earlier in the day when the drunken voice came back on the intercom and she found herself lying on her back in her room, staring at the ceiling. She was rather intrigued by the sudden growth of the room, as well as the addition of another bed, and the dark-haired woman asleep on that bed. The Mechanic had been about to wake her when the nurse came in and chided her for it, and told "Alyson" that since she'd slept so late, the chapel was closed and she'd have to go to the Sun Room.

That was a little discouraging. She had actually wanted to go the the Chapel. She hadn't been in one since Shepherd Book came aboard Serenity and started teaching her a few basic things, and had been looking forward to going to a service and actually knowing what they were talking about for once. Aah, well.

The Captain and Simon were already busy with someone else, a patient she had seen around but had never actually spoken with, and she didn't want to interrupt them. Kaylee passed the time by browsing the bulletin board and then sat down in a corner. Wandering around at all hours was pretty gorram tiring!

[felled-hero.livejournal.com]

Hughes had slept somewhat late. He'd noticed another bed in the room, and a soundly sleeping patient. And he'd wondered about it, but worry over Alfons was more important. Was he okay? Had he recovered?

A trip to the Sun Room told him that the boy was, in fact, recovered. And busy, so Hughes wouldn't interrupt him. Riza was busy as well, and Ed... well, Hughes would keep an eye on that. If it looked like that damned sin bastard was giving Ed any trouble...

he spotted a friendly looking young woman by herself, and he could have sworn he'd seen her talking to Havoc the day before.

"Hi!" he said, approaching her with a smile. "Mind some company?"

[theheirshinra.livejournal.com]

Rufus Shinra nodded to the nurse as she led him in to the Sun Room. The choice hadn’t been hard when he’d heard that voice coming across the intercom. Without being armed, he had no desire to step into whatever trap the Head Doctor was laying down. Of all the things he was, a fool wasn’t one of them.

On the whole, Rufus didn’t look too bad. A bandage had been put over his right cheek, but Rufus had removed it after checking over the burn itself and finding that it didn’t look too horrible. After suffering from Geostigma, Rufus had discovered that he hated with a passion being covered with bandages or the like anymore than was absolutely necessary. Across his right cheek was a burn mark in the shape of the head of a fireplace poker. The edges were blistered, but on the whole, he didn’t see any reason to need a bandage over it. Another set of bandages peeked out of the neck of his somehow repaired sweatshirt. Those took care of his shoulder. With his right arm resting in a sling, he wasn’t removing this one. The gunshot wound he’d taken from Reno hadn’t healed completely yet although he was sure that it was quicker than normal. Perhaps they were using Cure materia on them at night.

He didn’t stop to think about it as he stepped into the Sun Room. There were many things about last night that he refused to let his mind dwell on just yet, especially in regards to Pyramid Head. He wasn’t going to think through just yet that he had walked away from the creature without a single scratch. There was a complete block whenever thoughts of his guilt started bubbling to the surface. His mind quickly shied away from it, not able to cut into that incident to dissemble it yet. It frightened him for that reason alone.

Glancing over the room, he nodded to Reno, content to let the man talk with whoever he was with for now. Kadaj and Yazoo were noted as he took a seat away from the others and settled back in his chair. A few minutes of peace might make the pounding in his head recede some.