Day 43: Sun Room, 4th Shift

[euphemise.livejournal.com]

The late-afternoon sun filled the large, open Sun Room. It was almost enough to make you sleepy, Euphemia thought, as she walked in, brushing a little glitter off her shirt. She didn't particularly feel like she was up to much - the worrying about everyone had drained her, as much as she'd tried not to think too much about it.

With that thought in the back of her mind, she walked over towards the bulletin board. It looked like it was cleared off at the end of the day, because now it was filled with information. She made a note of the 'primer' post, then began copying the maps onto some paper she'd taken with her from the Arts and Crafts Room.

One more thing struck her, though - the idea of visitors. Was this what all the announcements about graduates were? She thought of the others then, and frowned, hoping that neither of them were going through anything like that today.

[reserved for the tallmore.]

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[number1smiley.livejournal.com]

Teresa's conversation with Soma had certainly been interesting. She wasn't quite sure why humans would create a human to be a weapon, given the practice of creating monsters like the hybrids made more sense to her. Then again, hybrids were tremendously hard to control at times, so perhaps some humans learned not to play with monsters. Regardless, it seemed that Soma was at a junction in her life, much like Teresa had been, and needed to make a decision soon. Whatever her decision was, Teresa hoped the human could live with it.

Leaving the courtyard, she found herself once again in the room she'd ended the previous night in. She'd passed through here earlier, but now she had the time to actually look at it. Silver eyes scanned the rafters in search of those bats. Unsurprising, there were none to be found. Not even a sign of them. How irritating.

What she did find, while looking the place over, was Euphy. She'd known the girl was still around given the exchange on the board she'd interceded on, but seeing her with her own eyes brought an odd amount of relief. The girl wasn't Clare, but she couldn't help but think of the girl when she looked at Euphy. There were no physical similarities, but the feeling of honesty and innocence that survived conditions that they probably shouldn't have was so similar.

Enough looming.

Teresa drew up behind the girl, easily able to see what Euphy was copying given their height differences. "I see you finally found a map."

[euphemise.livejournal.com]

There was half a moment's surprise at feeling someone's presence behind her, but the minute she heard that voice, the surprise turned to relief. "Teresa! Oh, I'm so glad you're okay - I knew you were, after the bulletin, but it's a relief to see you in person." She smiled, breathing a quiet sigh.

"And yes, I did," she laughed. "It took me long enough, that and a bit of a scary adventure. About that - they didn't hurt you, right?" The princess looked up towards the ceiling, scanning herself, but there wasn't anything at all there. She hadn't expected it, not after everything she'd learned about how the place changed completely from the day to the night, but it was still good to see it for herself.

"I owe you a thank-you, by the way. For earlier," she said, gesturing to the bulletin board. "I don't know who that was, but I won't speak with someone who insults two of my dearest friends. I'm all for meeting new friends, but insulting someone like that.."

[mitase.livejournal.com]

His time in the Music Room hadn't turned out as quiet and restful as Hanatarou had intended, but he was still reluctant to leave once it was time for shift change. The nurse had resumed fussing over him as soon as she'd arrived, noting that he looked a little tired. She'd suggested that he could go get some fresh air, but he only considered that a moment before politely refusing.

A peek into the Arts and Crafts room showed him that Hinamori was already in there and nobody else at the moment; not wishing a confrontation with another shinigami, Hanatarou hastily backed out again. Staying in the Sun Room seemed like the best option at the moment, and the nurse showed him to one of the empty sofas as though he wasn't capable of taking care of himself, admonishing him to "get some rest" before heading off again.

Hanatarou flopped against the cushions with a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment as he considered the idea of maybe taking that nap. But no - sleeping in such an open and public area wasn't something he was very good at, considering that back home it would invite all kinds of pranks on the sleeping person. Well, if that sleeping person was him.

While he considered it, though, he felt something soft and small climb up onto his lap, and opened his eyes to find the orange kitten from earlier that morning (or its twin; it was all the same to him) curling up comfortably on his lap. The healer blinked and froze in place, watching the kitten and hardly daring to move, lest he disturb it.

[for Endrance]

[oftemptation.livejournal.com]

Well...that had certainly been...Endrance wasn't entirely sure how he would categorize the conversation with Alkaid, but at least it hadn't gone particularly badly. She was still herself, as high-spirited and fiery as ever, and he had absolutely no doubts about her ability to hold her own in this place at night. If anything, it was a relief. If anything happened to her, Haseo would...

He shook his head, not wanting to think about that possibility, and stepped into the Sun Room, scanning for familiar faces. One in particular stood out, and he took the seat next to Hanatarou with a nod and a bit of a smile.

"I haven't seen you for a day or two...how are you, Hanatarou?" It looked like he was worn out, but after last night, there was no getting around that.

[raisedbyharos.livejournal.com]

During the short time that Feldt had been awake, she had not managed to learn much about her new surroundings. The most she knew was that she was being referred to as "Anna", that she had been admitted here, and that she would only be able to leave if she managed to get better. ... Even if she felt fine, and as far as she knew, she wasn't injured. She also knew that Setsuna was in this place. At least the short amount time she had spent with the Gundam pilot had been somewhat productive.

Feldt wasn't with Setsuna anymore, though. The nurse had insisted that it would be better for her to go around and meet some other people, rather than sticking with one person. She would have preferred to stay with Setsuna, but... it didn't seem like she had much of a choice when it came to spending more time with him. At least she would be able to see him again later that night. They had things to do, and they were going to do their best to finish the tasks at hand.

That was how she had gotten back to the Sun Room, at least. The nurse, who had allowed her to take the paper Haros that she had made with Setsuna, had led Feldt back to the room. It was still the same as last time, though. All she did was take a seat because she wasn't sure how to start any conversations with the people around her. So, instead of awkwardly looking around at the other people in the room, Feldt had taken to staring down at her paper Haros. She had made the decision to put them in with her next letter to Lockon, Christina, and her parents. They would probably all like them, even if they weren't the most accurate representation of the little robots.

Feldt didn't allow herself to be completely absorbed into her thoughts. She was in an unknown place, and doing such a thing could end up being a very bad idea. She had to pay some attention to the various things that were going on around her.

[dualistic]

Jason hadn't showed.

Harvey knew that there could be a variety of reasons for it. Maybe he had ended up with a visitor at the last second, for instance. Maybe he'd done something stupid and gotten himself sedated to the point that he couldn't find the courtyard. Even if there were some logical explanations, that didn't help Harvey's mood any. They were getting so close now, and if he didn't get some retribution soon--

It made him wonder if Jason hadn't been stringing him along this whole time and was now suddenly deciding to back out. It was a sudden conclusion to jump to, and he knew that he couldn't start assuming anything. He would track the kid down one way or another and demand an explanation.

Either way, he had no intention to sit around in the courtyard like someone who'd been stood up, and so the second the shift changed he headed back inside and moved into the Sun Room. Before he could even decide what he wanted to do, his nurse insisted that he go speak with one of the brand new patients to make them feel welcome.

He was forced to sit by a young girl with bright pink hair, and he already knew he had no idea what to say to her. The nurse left them alone and Harvey eyed the stranger before glancing away. "Don't expect me to be much help."

[violent-varmint.livejournal.com]

Canned, monotone smugness resounded over the intercom, and Tanaka knew that ZEX would soon be returning from his "visitor". Who would they use for leverage against him, anyway? Probably some past lover, given the VUX's blatant innuendos towards anyone he could get his tentacles on. Especially the Captain... who did he think he was, anyway, trying to seduce a hero of the entire quadrant who was already engaged...

The Shofixti put that thought aside. It would do him no good anymore to let his anger rise against the VUX... the Captain was dead, he reminded himself, and his last wishes were for ZEX to be happy and for them to return to their world. Which mean that they'd have to work together for now, Winged Ones help him.

After a brief trip past the bulletin board, Tanaka sat down on a couch near the main doors of the Sun Room. Wherever ZEX was going next, he'd have to pass through there, which meant he'd be able to catch him and have that talk on what to do next.

[for Admiral Emo]

[wantsyourzex.livejournal.com]

ZEX was already feeling drained and tired after seeing DAX again and he'd almost forgotten that he'd arranged to meet with the Shofixti later that day. He couldn't say he was exactly looking forward to it, given the circumstances, and his last conversation with him had not gone well either. Although, if the Shofixti wanted to exchange insults for the rest of the shift, then that might be a welcome distraction from his circling thoughts. He wasn't sure it was possible to think about something else with how he was dwelling on his Captain, but there had to be something. There had to be a way to make this feeling stop, he was sure of it.

Either way, ZEX couldn't muster up the energy to be that concerned about what Tanaka wanted with him, or to look too hard for him. It was surprisingly hard to care about... anything right now. He walked into the Sun Room slowly, feeling heavy and tired. Find some place to sit, maybe... think about where to go from there...

[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

The meeting with Lunge had gone well; the man at least knew how to give the appearance of competency, and he might very well be a useful ally in the future. If someone could set about organizing those inclined to gathering information into one cohesive group, so much the better. Search and Rescue was a passable substitute, but he had simply never been the heroic sort.

Javert remained where he was after the shift change; he hadn't specified where the unnamed patient would meet him, but the Sun Room seemed his best bet. Glancing over his journal one last time, he flipped to a clean page and uncapped his pen, waiting.

[thirdboywonder.livejournal.com]

It occurred to Tim that he had absolutely no idea where he was meeting the man from the bulletin board. He hadn't told the man anything about himself, which was normal for him really, but neither of them had specified a meeting place. So when the nurse came to collect him and pull him away from his friends, Tim wasn't sure where to ask her to take him.

He figured the bulletin board was a good enough place to start, and asked for the Sun Room. She seemed content to lead him there, since he'd had his outside time or whatever it was. He still wasn't quite sure how this place worked, or how the staff operated, but it seemed that his nurse was amiable enough. He wasn't overtly causing huge amounts of trouble, so other than thinking he was crazy (and why was that, again?), she wasn't so bad. Well, and she called him Timothy, which annoyed him a little. It also confused him some; many of the "patients" here were being called by names that weren't their own. How was it that he was actually being called by his name? He'd have to ask Bruce about it that night.

He made a mental note of that and wandered toward the bulletin board. He checked the notes, then looked around the room. Nothing too exciting was on the board but...wait. Sideburns, greying hair. Well, wasn't that just a stroke of luck, then.

He walked up to the man and looked at him for a minute. He had to be the guy. "Javert, right?" Tim asked. Seemed like a French name, going by spelling; hopefully he was pronouncing it correctly.

[bitpartgod.livejournal.com]

As if the day couldn't get any worse, it slowly dawned on Kibitoshin that he had no idea where he was supposed to be for this shift's meeting. The Sun Room was the obvious choice, but in all honesty he'd been so swept up in the whole zombie thing that he'd completely forgotten eighty percent of the details. All he remembered was that he was supposed to be meeting an angel.

... hmm. He could maybe even ask around, but the nurses probably wouldn't like that. This would have been so much easier back in Otherworld! All he would have had to look for would have been the wings, or halo, or... that was what angels looked like, right? Oh, dear.

Kibitoshin dropped into an armchair, giving a sigh as he stealthily crossed the fingers on both hands. If he was really, really lucky, he had been the one to give his description and they'd find him soon enough.

[numberonemonkey.livejournal.com]

Chihaya had spent ten whole minutes locked in a bathroom stall reminding himself why he wasn't going to cry. The visit had been terrible and beautiful and sad. He didn't think he'd ever get to see his foster father again, ever have the chance to thank him, to....be sure that Lord Michael didn't hate him.

The nurse eventually lost her patience and Chihaya walked out, splashed his face with cold water and....refused to see himself in the mirror. He had to stop being like this. He was right, he'd made the right decision and now he was going to live because... he had this chance. It couldn't be wasted.

Walking past the bulletin reminded him he was supposed to meet somebody! Feeling awful, he began to search the Sun Room for his new friend. Long white hair.

He found a possible candidate and approach, smile perfectly in place. A new friend would be good. Something else to focus on, somebody to love and care for. A new family, even.

"Hello...are you Kibitoshin?"

[runner-up-robot.livejournal.com]

Forte was getting restless, having been stuck in a chair all day, and having Sheena pulled away from him didn't help. He'd seen the other patients using wheeled chairs like his, and it seemed the large wheels were there for him to push himself around... if he had his hands. He tried to push with his left hand, but his right arm was still strapped to his chest, so... he could spin around in a circle. Until the nurse came and stopped him.

He passed time looking at the bulletin board, hoping Teisel would find him soon.

[no-barbarian.livejournal.com]

One minute he was headed to Zex's room, and the next it was morning. One minute he was standing in a hardware store, and the next his nurse was waking him up clucking something about sleeping all day, and Teisel was getting pretty tired of missing hours of his day with no explanation. A choice tidbit from Todd's file floated to the front of his mind, that Todd had missing time, unaware and with no memory of any of his 'episodes.' It was an uncomfortable parallel, and for now Teisel had bigger things to worry about.

Like that Sheena person and her little note. He'd posted one to try and verify her claim, though it occurred to him that he probably wouldn't be able to tell if someone decided to fake Forte's terrible handwriting.

Prepared to be disappointed, Teisel wandered back over to the board to see if he'd gotten an answer, coming dangerously close to shrieking in surprise to find the kid himself waiting there.

"Forte?" he squeaked. Embarrassing. It was just Forte; it wasn't like a ghost or anything (though the feeling was difficult to shake). Clearing his throat, he gave the kid a once-over. "You look like crap."

[intoindra.livejournal.com]

Well, this... wasn't good. Roland had felt sluggish all day long, and neither had he really felt like communicating. His stomach ached from gorging himself the night before, and even worse, he could feel the rumbling of discontent from the demon within. This upcoming night was going to be hell on earth, of that he was certain; which further meant that he was very much not looking forward to what was going to be going on. At all.

For now, he remained sprawled on the same sofa he had been for the entire day, not wanting to move or think or do much of anything. If he didn't move, neither would the rotting flesh inside of him. And if that didn't move, he wouldn't have much of a problem. ...reminded him that he needed to brush his teeth thoroughly in the next shift. The last thing he wanted was horrifically bad breath, but there wasn't much he could do about it now. Except bury his face in the cushions and hope no one bothered him, of course.

((Closed to Peter))

[human-sponge.livejournal.com]

That visit had gone more or less how he'd expected. Peter had known going into it that his mother wasn't going to be able to help them. No, it worked the other way around: they had to help her. He had to admit that the most bothersome part of the whole thing had been accepting that Landel had somehow gotten the jump on their mother, when she was usually the sort of person who was two steps ahead of everyone else.

In other words, it had been a downer to see her, but it hadn't affected him quite as much as Nathan's visit. Besides, if they'd decided to bring Nathan back, the same thing could happen with Angela--not that Peter wanted that. Even if she didn't know who she was right now, she was probably way safer out in the "real" world.

The experience had left him feeling like he needed some down time, though, and so he didn't take the offer to go any further than the Sun Room. He and Nathan had been separated by the nurses (they didn't want them seeing too much of each other and not enough of anyone else), and so Peter was left to find a place to sit on his own.

He picked out a couch that he thought was empty, but then raised an eyebrow when he got closer and realized that someone was actually laying there. Come to think of it, that white hair looked pretty familiar...

"Roland?" The name was out of his mouth before he could even think twice about it.

[strayfag]

Badou would have given anything (even one of his cigarettes if he got it back later) to be sitting in front of his TV right now, at home, watching some guy hit his baby daddy with a chair. That was all he needed for a fulfilling life. Fucked up hilarious violence that didn't involve any thinking at all except to come up with a catchy cheer for the guy throwing the baby as a wailing ball of projectile weapon. He wasn't a complicated guy.

Unfortunately, the life of a hardboiled PI wasn't uncomplicated even if he ignored all of the irrelevant shit and just focused on saving his ass and getting it out of this place. He was probably going crazier. That had to be what it meant when he started grasping at zombies and crackpot theories or whatever the hell he was doing. He might as well give up on it for now. If nothing else, he had more incentive not to die here: the last thing he wanted was to end up looking like Haine for eternity.

Since there was no TV to atrophy in front of here, he ended up sunroom pretty much at random. He spread himself over one of the couches like a bad stain, one leg hooked over the back, an arm hanging limply off the side (to trip the unsuspecting), the rest of his limbs on some part of the couch that supported them well enough but, more importantly, meant he could have the whole thing to himself in the most obnoxious manner possible. And a good view of the doors was a nice bonus. He hadn't managed to catch sight of a familiar pair of boobs head of red hair all day. It would be nice if he didn't feel like he was on the ass end of a really bad joke when it came to that not-so-little detail too.

[For Gio!]

[sixtyeighth.livejournal.com]

Giovanni never thought he would be so thrilled to be walking the halls of a mental institution; compared to the arts and crafts room of aforementioned mental institution, however, the rest of the building felt like heaven on earth. He needed to make sure he didn't make a similar mistake in choosing a place to spend this shift, so he opted for the sunroom. It may be boring, he thought, but boring is infinitely preferable to uncomfortable.

As he turned into the sunroom, Giovanni nearly had to do a double-take. He hadn't seen one familiar face the whole day, and so realizing that the man on the couch was that nosy, redheaded partner of Haine's came as a welcome surprise. It seemed like things were about to get a little more fun. Giovanni smiled and tilted his head as he approached, hollowly mimicking friendliness. He sat himself down in an armchair across from the couch, crossing one leg over the other and placing his hands on his knees, and then looked at Badou expectantly.

"It's a pleasure to see you here, Badou."

[scarletspeedstr.livejournal.com]

Geez, today had really been one bad thing after another so far. First there'd been the whole zombie mess the night before - which he had the injuries to remember them by, not to mention enough nightmare fuel to keep him going for, say, forever, and that was assuming the night before that stopped haunting his dreams sometime in the next lifetime - then there'd been the news that ZEX had lost someone he really cared about in all the chaos. Then Tim telling him that firstly, he was Robin, and secondly, people thought Batman was dead where he was from. And then he'd quite possibly messed things up so badly with Grell that, if Bats was right, there'd probably be another corpse turning up sometime soon and it was going to be called Wally West, the dumbest guy alive...

And like that wasn't enough, his painkillers had worn off, meaning that his left shoulder and arm were a mass of throbbing pain. It really, really didn't seem fair.

But as much as he might want to just curl up and sleep until the world in general stopped trying to kick his ass, he also knew that he couldn't let himself do that. He was supposed to be meeting with someone, or at least trying to find out a way to undo his mistakes, and since he didn't see anyone who looked like Alfred - assuming that was what the person had been telling him anyway - he figured that made it option two.

Picking a couch that gave him a good view of the area, Wally carefully lowered himself down onto it and stretched out with a sigh. That felt much better than trying to sit up. Now he just had to hope he hadn't gotten the wrong place or time or something.

[for Alfred]

[thebatbutler.livejournal.com]

Alfred had stopped by the kitchen, after speaking with Richard, and picked up a few apples. They wouldn't be too messy and were easy to hide. It couldn't hurt to have food readily available during the night... Although, from what he knew about Wally West, he probably wouldn't have any apples left once he was done talking to the man.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he looked around the room for Wally. The man had alluded to the fact that he might know Bruce, in their conversation on the bulletin. Perhaps he would know a little bit more about what seemed to be going on, what with different universes and everything. The thought occurred to Alfred that it was possible this would not be the Flash that existed in his 'universe', but there was little that he could discern without actually talking to him.

He glanced around the room, and it wasn't long before he spotted a man with red hair sitting one of the room's many couches. He made his way over, taking in the man's apparent injuries with some concern as he drew closer.

"Excuse me, sir?" Alfred approached the man, "I believe that I spoke with you earlier, on the bulletin? Would I be correct in assuming that you're Wally West?" He sat down on the couch, a respectful distance from Wally, noticing that the other man appeared to be in pain. It was rather unfortunate that he didn't have any medical supplies readily available to him, or he might be able to make the man a little bit more comfortable... As it was, he offered Wally one of the apples instead. There wasn't much else he could do, and he recalled something about the man having a rather monstrous appetite.

[liveforthispart.livejournal.com]

You know, it was bad enough people had to spend all night running around like a bunch of morons from monsters or whatever. But then you have these freaking nurses who were all over people like they were all toddlers in a daycare. It was so damn annoying, Kanji was starting to think he preferred the freaking zombies. If one more of these hags walked over to him asking if he'd rather go paint or read a book or some shit, he was going to flip.

But he definitely did feel like he was wasting time just sitting here. After talking to Souji, Kanji was feeling far more awake and alert than he had been earlier in the day. Maybe productive was the right word. He suddenly felt like he should be getting up and doing stuff or... something. He just didn't know what yet.

...Maybe that's what he should be doing. Figuring out what the hell he can do to help out around here. He couldn't just be dead weight until something needed its face smashed in. Though, that was kind of helpful. Right? ...Eh.

[for Dahlia!]

[dahliahasthorns.livejournal.com]

Somehow, Dahlia got the feeling that last conversation wasn't going to be as useful as she had led herself to originally believe. So what did her day boil down? No progress.

At all.

Razputin was wary of her intentions, Juri was useless, and Sync still had the silly notion that he was using her and not the other way around. Really. The whole day and all she was getting out of it was two thorns in her side and a spice bottle? No. It was not ending this way. Dahlia Hawthorne did not waste time.

So when she strode into the Sun Room, the only thing on her mind was "third time's the charm." And lo, a disheartened man! Those were always the easiest. When in doubt, use what you already know will work. Cop-out, sure, you didn't win extra points for going the extra mile in the long run. The easy ones would have to do.

"Excuse me," she greeted him with a smile and a bow, just as bright and cheerful as can be. It was the total opposite of the approach she had used with Juri. "Do you mind if I sit with you? You look so down..."

[razmaspaz.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/694989.html?thread=56960973)]

Raz stomped back into the Sun Room with crossed arms, still furious at how his challenger jeered at him. Though such treatment was definitely expected by now, it nonetheless served very well to piss him off. What a jerk! Couldn't that guy at least waited for the duel at night before he made any remarks?

The boy sat himself down on one of the couches, hoping that a conversation with this Porky guy would get his mind off of the incident.

[piggy-king.livejournal.com]

Feeling pleased with himself for absolutely crushing a young girl in a game of chess, Porky strode out into the Sun Room, humming "Theme of a Bad Boy" and eagerly awaiting his meeting with this "Raz" fellow. Of course, it wouldn't be all fun and games. Raz was a psychic, so Porky had to make sure that he didn't drop his guard during their meeting. If he had learned one thing over during his life, it was that psychics weren't to be trusted. Plus, Porky had no idea if Raz's powers were even comparable to Ness' or Lucas'. He would have to be very careful and think happy thoughts.

"Ah!" Porky said cheerfully, "If it isn't Raz! I'm Porky Minch. It's good to finally see you face-to-face!"

Porky suddenly frowned when he saw the sour look on Raz's face.

"What's wrong?" Porky asked, pretending to be worried, "Did something happen?"

[iwhipthefool.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Little Brother, where art thou?]

The last shift had been...refreshing. It wasn't often that Franziska could say such a thing (surrounded by the usual idiots, it was hard not to end a day with a headache), and so having spent a shift merely chatting with Freyjadour had been good for her. While spending time in idle leisure would normally earn her a sharp and disappointed look from herself of all people, she argued (and won) that refreshing one's mind was essential to finding new angles to a case.

And now that she was led into the Sun Room, Franziska again turned to that case. The baseball bat would need to be obtained quickly and then she'd need to hide it in order to preserve it as much as possible. Especially the tip of the handle. Everything hinged on that. Next, she needed to talk to her father and somehow garner his fingerprints. After that? She needed fingerprint powder, which...was a little harder.

Shrugging her nurse off at the door, the prosecutor took a seat and opened her notebook, studying everything she'd learned so far. Fingerprint powder... what was the homespun version again? She'd known the recipe before when she was a child and had practiced crime scene investigation. Nowadays, though, she left it to the police under her control, meaning the recipe was far buried in her memories. "...starch powder..." She jotted that down into her journal and then let out a humming sigh as she tried to recall the rest.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

[fashionably late, dear sister.]

That time to think in private had also done Miles a world of good. It was something that came in short supply here, considering all of the tasks he generally had on his plate at any given time. The organizational time alone was enough to make him feel as if the time hadn't been a waste, but that combined with time to simply think with no interruptions was even better.

He stepped out of the Music Room, scanning for familiar faces, and his eyes landed on one in particular - one he wanted to speak to without her father's influence. It seemed that now was as good a time as any to do so, and he strolled over and took the seat opposite Franziska. "You'll want titanium dioxide to go with that starch powder, if you're using that recipe," he said, nodding once. "Chalk might be easier to find."

Edgeworth settled back, scanning his own notes for a moment. "I had a rather interesting conversation this morning that might be relevant to your interests," he said, after a moment. "The conversation was with one of the gentlemen on the list I gave you."

[gentiana-clusii.livejournal.com]

[for Schu!]

Ken finally escaped the arts and crafts room after the intercom announcement--another strange one, this day was just weird all around--into the Sun Room. He wanted to go outside, to the rec field, but his nurse had flat refused, citing his injured leg as her reason for preventing him from going out and letting off some pent-up energy.

Well, dammit.

He glanced around, noticing no one really all that familiar--Euphie was in one corner, but they hadn't spoken too much, friendly as the girl seemed to be. But there...damn, Schuldig looked like utter hell. What was going on?

Ken crossed the room toward the telepath before he even really thought about where his feet were going, looking down with at least some measure of wary concern.

"You look like shit...what happened?"

[k4t4str0ph4l.livejournal.com]

The sedatives were, by now, mostly out of Schuldig's system, although he had Ken to thank for helpfully informing him that this did little to improve his overall appearance at the moment. He gave the assassin a narrow-eyed look of irritation without bothering to move from the couch; just because he wasn't really under the effects of drugs anymore didn't mean he felt any more like moving than he had a few hours ago. A lack of Crawford (and, incidentally, any food over the course of the day) wasn't doing much for his motivation.

"Not that it's any of your business," he replied, "but I was sedated earlier."

[for-marian.livejournal.com]

Though his conversation with Kratos had stirred up some very uncomfortable memories, Leon wasn't in as terrible a mood as he would have expected under the circumstances. There was something so refreshing about talking to someone who understood, and who didn't judge him, that even difficult topics haunted Leon a bit less when it was Kratos who brought them up. And without Hugo here to harry anyone Leon threatened to become close to, Leon could converse with the older swordsman without fear of reprisal. It was... nice.

He couldn't very well take up the man's entire day, though, and it was a bit chilly outside in any case, so when the shift changed Leon returned indoors to rest in the Sun Room and read the message board a bit. So much was going on, he had a lot to think about.

[Stahn]

[from-lienea.livejournal.com]

Being new, Stahn barely even remembered that the board existed; it only crossed his mind to go look at it because he'd had enough of sleeping on the couches. Yawning, he sat up... and then nearly fell over. Is that--?!

Leon. Not Rutee. Okay then.

Remembering that if his friend knew what he had said to Kratos last night, he would be pissed, Stahn managed not to make it worse by tackling him in another hug. "Leon!" He still sounded very, very glad to see him, and wasn't even trying to hide his relief. "We looked for you last night. Are you okay?"