Day 22: Brunch

[dawning-dreams.livejournal.com]

Cid usually liked sleeping in, especially in a place as messed up and uninviting as this, but this happened to be one situation where he really wished he hadn't.

Right there, on the bulletin board. The Head Doctor and he'd fucking missed it? Some part of him wished he'd been there to take his eye out and another part of him knew he wouldn't have been able to. No man that powerful who hid for so long went to dangerous places without some kind of entourage.

Brunch sounded like it'd be filling, at least, though he nearly stopped in his tracks when the bastard announced TEA. TEA. It'd been a damn long while since he'd had some fucking tea, though with all the stress this place had found fit to rain down on his fucking head, it hadn't really been the first priority on his mind. Kinda nice, even if Cid was sure this was just some game the mother fucker was playing to get them all stuck neck-deep in Stockholm Syndrome.

He scanned the mostly-empty room for any sign of a familiar face once he'd piled waffles and sausages and syrup on his plate, though the person he really wanted to talk to was that Reynolds guy. "Spaceship" was the last word he remembered clearly before waking up in his bed, and dammit if he wasn't going to keep it stuck like glue in his mind.

He found a table where he could watch people come into the cafeteria and grabbed for his mug. The steam rising from his drink and the bag of herbs in it was nearly enough to make him grin despite it all, and it was with marked leisure and a little relief that he drank his goddamn tea.

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[to-blood-bound.livejournal.com]

Alphonse turned to Rabastan, keeping a soft frown back. He didn't want to deceive this man, not at all, but it looked like Rabastan was already doing all the deceiving himself.

Not a strong will? ... that was Draco, not him. So he only smiled, while his mind inched back towards confused wanderings. --Then his eyes suddenly flickered down. The food.

While still courteously listening to Rabastan, Alphonse's eyes ran over all his choices. The nurse sure had piled the tray up. For some reason, it all made him nervous. There were eggs and sausages and bacon and some things he wasn't even sure he recognized, but they all looked good. And now he could try them. Then there was an apple, just on the edge of the tray. And maybe it was for the familiarity, a big red country apple... He reached out for it.

And took a slow, almost shy bite of it. He seemed to just stay there with the piece in his mouth for a while, then he started gradually chewing it, and in the next minute had eaten the entire apple. He wasn't a wildly hearty eater usually -- he hadn't been an eater at all for the past few years -- but in the next moment he was excitedly diving into the rest.

[a_sin_for_him]

"Rabastan," Lust repeated, carefully enunciating the strange name. She watched Alphonse out of the corner of her eye, curious to observe him. From what he'd said... he had only just been returned to a body, hadn't he?

But again, she was distracted. The comment about getting people to do what she wanted struck a chord. After all, how many men in the place had already pledged to protect her, already sworn to lay down their lives for hers? How many scrambled like eager dogs to do as she asked, get her what she required?

"I have my ways," she said, carefully. "And his name is Alphonse, it's the name he has had since birth. And mine is Lust - they call me something altogether different." And then there was Isobel, the name she had answered to in another life and had no claim to now. But she doubted she could convince this man to call her anything but 'Bellatrix'.

"I suppose I could be persuaded to allow you to aide me," she went on, narrowing her eyes. "If you're useful. Tell me, Rabastan, what can you do?"

[rabastlestrange.livejournal.com]

"You have lots of ways! Men and women listen to you. You're the Dark Lady after all. You have people just waiting to do what you want, like Peter Pettigrew. Snape really doesn't, but he doesn't do much of anything that anyone wants."

Bast stopped suddenly, lifting up his little radio and pressing it to his ear. A puzzled look was on his face for a moment before he nestled it back in the crook of his arm. Whether or not he actually heard anything or it was just another facet of his madness was hard to tell. A sharply intelligent look came over his face, crafty like a fox before it was gone and he looked to be nothing more than his usual stupid self.

"I'm happy to meet you, Alphonse and Be-Lust! You have very pretty eyes, Alphonse. Reminds me of Remus'. They probably look better in than out. What's for breakfast?"

It had taken him a moment to catch up with the last of Lust's question, his nose wrinkling up thoughtfully. "I have a wand! I can make lots of light. I'm dreadfully scary too. Everyone says so."

Beaming in pride, Bast started eyeing poor Alphonse's food, probably trying to decide what he could snare up for himself.