damned_institute | Dayshift 42: Bus 2

Before anyone could come to any decisions for their next move, the room suddenly filled with a thick fog. Faster than he could realize what was happening, it had filled up the entire room and swallowed every single one of his friends. Then there was that undeniable stench of iron, blood and... he last remembered taking a step back and feeling that slippery skid and the realization of what that was. By the time he yelled, he was sitting straight up in his bed like he'd bolted awake. Like it'd been nothing more than a bad dream. ...What the hell just happened?!

"Oh! Good morning!" The nearby voice made him yelp with a half squeak-like noise. Oh, for hell's sake. It was one of those freaking nurses again. She was beaming at him like nothing had happened at all. Before he could so much as ask one question, the hag started blathering real fast about some field trip and buses and getting changed and hurrying up before everyone left without him and... OH MY GOD, WHAT WAS SHE DOING?! She was grabbing at his shirt like she was about to start helping him get dressed (or undressed in this case).

He flailed in a desperate attempt to get away from her and yelled his consent to go along if she would get out and let him change HIMSELF. What was the matter with her?! Thankfully, she left but told him to hurry. Hell if he knew what she'd do if he took too long. So for the sake of not getting freaking stripped, he quickly changed into the clothes she'd left on the bed. Clothes being the ugliest looking white-and-black track pants he'd ever seen and a bright blue sweatshirt with a cute little penguin design on the front. This was some kind of joke, right? ...Not to say the penguin wasn't cute or anything but there was no way, no way, he was wearing something like this in public.

But the nurse had burst right in again, and before Kanji could offer much protest, he was being pulled down the hallways and through the doors of the bus. He'd yelled some things her way, but she totally wasn't listening at all. By the time they stopped, he was standing at the front of the bus with a paper bag and the nurse had run off to cart another poor sap along. Frickin' PERFECT. For the sake of not standing up there like some kind of zoo animal for everyone to stare at, he plopped himself into one of the seats by the front and sighed in complete exasperation.

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Well, Landel had tried to end the night dramatically. It had just been annoying and messy, as far as Recluse was concerned. He'd had to snatch all his things up off the floor as a sudden puddle of blood appeared from nowhere just before he had found himself waking up on his bed.

His nurse gave him some old faded blue jeans, a worn out bomber jacket, and... an old police department t-shirt that was a size or two too tight for him. Wonderful. He accepted this without outward complaint, although his expression made it rather clear what he thought of what seemed to be a deliberate attempt at irony by someone, quietly following the (blasted, irritating) nurse out to the buses, directing him to an empty seat and giving him a bag of food, apologizing about the size of the seats.

Apologies would only do so much good for his knees. He couldn't fit into the seat, having to prop his knees up against the seat back in front of him, sighing irritably. There were some times that being tall and almost ridiculously muscular were an absolute hassle.

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While Harvey had managed to accomplish what he'd set out to do last night (which was more than could be said for the previous ones), he didn't get to do much more than that. Not too long after he'd left the closet, things had started to get weird-- the blood suddenly appearing out of nowhere and the choking fog would have unsettled the hell out of him if he hadn't been through an even worse hallucination previous to that.

He woke up confused, especially since this time he hadn't spotted anything that had caused the vision. On top of that, it had felt more real in a way he couldn't really put his finger on.

This place was really going to drive him nuts at this rate, but not in the way that it wanted to.

The man grumbled to himself, pawing angrily at his newly-applied bandages before he stumbled out of bed. He found the metal pipe and quickly stashed it away. The morning announcement reminded him of the trip they were apparently taking today. He'd heard it mentioned a few times over the bulletin and figured it should be more interesting that being carted around the institute all day.

Harvey couldn't complain too much about the change of clothes the nurse brought him (a denim jacket, black shirt, and pair of slacks) -- it wasn't what he normally wore, but it beat the uniform by a long shot. He would have preferred a suit, but that was only wishful thinking.

He took the sack lunch only because refusing it would have been pointless, but he still didn't plan on eating anything. He'd at least gotten some food down the night before, and he wasn't going to struggle to eat on a crowded bus.

At least he'd gotten that damn pipe. He'd need to get a hold of Jason at some point, though finding him while on this little field trip would be difficult.

On the other hand, it seemed fairly easy to track down certain people. As Harvey boarded one of the buses he spotted "Recluse" from the day before. The man looked slightly ridiculous in his new outfit, but that might also be partly due to the fact that Harvey was used to seeing everyone else in the same drab clothing.

Squeezing into the seat next to the man didn't seem like the best idea, but Harvey would probably prefer it to being stuck next to someone who was going to talk his ear off. "Think you can fit one more?" he asked, his one revealed eye scanning over the seat.

Recluse looked up, red eyes narrowed as he was still trying to adjust to the bright light of the morning. Oh. This one. "Possibly." He couldn't shift over more than a few extra inches, but he actually made an attempt.

Normally that kind of answer would have been a good indication that someone was being difficult, but in this case Harvey was pretty sure that Recluse was being completely literal. The fact that he tried to make more space made it obvious enough that he didn't mind.

Harvey sat himself down as casually as he could, and while it was definitely cozy, they both managed to fit.

"Tell me something," he said, not bothering with any greetings. What was the point? "Did you witness anything strange before the night ended?" Hopefully the man would realize that he meant stranger than usual.

This was slightly more undignified than it had already been, but he wasn't going to dwell on it, even if ignoring it was impossible. "If you are referring to the blood that started pouring out of the walls, then yes. Landel is just being tacky now." Really. Can't you think of anything better than that? All it had done was irritate him and possibly make him feel just a little hungry.

Dayshift 42: Bus 2

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