Dayshift 22: Sun Room (Evening Shift)

[dancingdagger.livejournal.com]

It was probably a good thing Penelo listened to that weird silver haired man (she never really did get his name, did she?), because her short investigation of the Bulletin Board revealed that she wasn't alone after all. Larsa and Gabranth were here too, for whatever reason.

Penelo still couldn't quite wrap her mind around the concept that Gabranth was alive, when she had heard his dying words and had later attended his funeral back at Archades. Basch had taken his place since then, and it just boggled her. How could Gabranth have returned to life? There was no force in Ivalice that could do that.

Then again, it looked like she wasn't in Ivalice anymore.

Penelo sighed, seating herself at a table near the bulletin board as she waited for Larsa and Gabranth to arrive. Hopefully, Larsa would have some answers; she never doubted his ability to dig up information, no matter what the situation. Even so, what did they get themselves into?

"At least Vaan isn't here," Penelo reminded herself. She had gone from frantically searching for Vaan to praising the Gods that he hadn't been captured in this prison.

Comments

[entrust-to-few.livejournal.com]

Well the tour was certainly... 'anti-climatic', to state plainly.

Larsa would not admit it out loud but he'd been expecting something more or less an oddity. Yet instead he was introduced to what appeared to be a mess hall, a cramped library and other various rooms that proved to be normal in the whole spectrum of things. Still, Larsa would have taken the time to carefully examine each one if it had not been for the Bulletin Board situated in the Sun Room.

"Penelo...?" The young Lord found it hard to believe at first, but after playing witness to Gabranth's death and finding him alive and well he was a tad bit more lenient. So after passing the board several times and writing to the blonde whenever she answered back they both agreed that the Sun Room was a good a spot as any to finally meet up. Part of the child hoped that his dear friend was there and yet an even bigger part wished it was nothing more than a trick. The thought of his friends held captive in this Institute was one that put him at unease.

Still, he couldn't deny that he nearly beamed when he spotted her form as he was making his final rounds, quickly walking up to Penelo and taking her hands into his own.

"It really is you!" Larsa's smile faltered somewhat, however, and he scanned the room. "... Have you found anyone else?"

[judgemagister.livejournal.com]

Noah found disinterest in trying to read what little writing Larsa responded to, as he could not recognize the handwriting nor the name. The existence in such a thing as a bulletin board in the middle of a asylum, however, did interest him. He spent the time, instead of asking questions, in reading the scrawlings and sometimes elegant curves that dotted it, finding a rather wide variety of characters.

He wondered bemusedly which one was the blond head he had seen in his cell earlier.

Following the Lord and the nurse in a hound-like gait, he immediately recognized this room, at least, as the one where he had met Kairi and gained some ground on his situation. Unfortunately, he did not recognize the blonde girl, nor where Larsa would have met her.

A familiar face, no matter who, would be better than none at all. Supposedly.

[dancingdagger.livejournal.com]

At the sound of that voice, Penelo looked up and grinned, gripping Larsa's hands back. Finally! Someone she knew! Though she supposed she shouldn't have been too happy that Larsa, of all people, was stuck here, at least Penelo knew she had a friend in this place.

Looking up, Penelo froze at the sight of the other man. Gabranth... it really was him. She blinked, unsure of what to do. Did he remember her? Vayne was the one who had struck the killing blow, but Penelo knew that their earlier fight was the one that had weakened Gabranth and set him up for his demise.

"You weren't kidding when you said this place could bring back the dead, did you?" Penelo finally said, looking back down at Larsa. "No, I haven't seen anyone else. I'm glad you found somebody though." Better Gabranth than Vayne, Penelo thought.

[somber-secret.livejournal.com]

Hisoka wasn't upset when the intercom interupted his conversation with Ari, he wasn't furious or frusrated either, but he was disturbed. If what he came to realize was true then that stupid thought he had been entertaining from before about having died-- again-- was nothing but idiocy and, in his powerless state, was going to have one hell of a time.

That and it meant that any one of his co-workers-- Tatsumi, Watari, Tsuzuki, and all the others included-- could be next to show up in this place. Any one of them could be cloaked behind the false names this place gave them and Hisoka would never know with the growing size of the patients...

It was with this in mind the shinigami decided to move to the Sun Room, finding himself in the brightly lit room not long after bidding the smaller boy in the library farewell. None of the shinigami from Meifu ever used a library before-- well, not to read anyway-- so the chances of meeting any one of the possible new-comers there was zero to one. The Sun Room was a greater possiblity though, since just about all patients eventually ended up there anyway...

Shaking his head, Hisoka disregarded all the babble coming from his nurse and moved to a corner of the room with everyone in sight before leaning against the wall.

[somber-secret.livejournal.com]

(())

[no-side-effects.livejournal.com]

Wesker was vaguely irritated for having missed the head doctors speech. He'd missing getting to see the man in person, but the speech posted on the bulletin board had been informative, and the second hand information on the board from other patients was good as well.

The Head Doctor was, apparently, at the facility, at least during the day. Probably during the night as well.

Wesker just shook his head in irritation and relaxed in the sun room.

[tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com]

Recluse didn't leave when the intercom sounded once more. He was rather relieved that the boy he had been speaking to left- He hated acting human. At least he had been able to eliminate the possibility that he was still within his own dimension. This 'Landels' was in the United States, several dimensions away. That didn't narrow things down in the slightest, but it did complicate any plans for escape. He ran through a mental list of dimensions Arachnos had explored- there weren't many that had a substantial human presence, but it was probable that this was an uncatalogued dimension.
He stared down at his hands, the skin pale and not his. Not since nearly eighty years ago, anyway. He was still physically imposing- six and a half feet tall and shoulders nearly as wide as a doorway. But it was only human strength behind the muscle now. He could still fight, but with eight of his limbs gone he was off-balanced and severely limited.
At least his eyes were still red. None of the glow they had before, but still deep red and sensitive to the faintest glimmer of light.

Very, very sensitive. It felt like his brain was trying to crawl out of his skull.

[somekinda-lady.livejournal.com]

Tifa wandered into the Sun Room, picking a nice couch to sit on as she waited to her friends to arrive. She'd just seen Aerith and Yuffie five minutes ago, but there was a lot they need to get through. There were a lot of questions from everyone that needed to be answered, and she wanted to make sure everyone was on the same page.

What worried her most, though, was Vincent. Had he heard something about Cloud? It really had seemed like he had just up and vanished, from everything that she'd heard. Maybe he'd been spotted again? Or maybe he needed her help.

...Yes, she needed her friends to come soon, before she ran down each worst case scenario in her head.

[deathinvitation.livejournal.com]

And it would appear that Tifa's worst case scenario had come true.

Moving into the room as silently as he could, Sephiroth stood for a moment behind the couch, merely watching the back of her head. How simple it would be to drive his fist through it! How easy it would be to wrap his fingers around her throat and twist his hand just so to put an end to her life.

But that wouldn't be playing by the rules, would it? Whatever test this was that had been designed, he would pass it.

Leaning down to rest his elbows against the couch near her head, his direct and alien seeming gaze locked on the side of her face.

"Imagine seeing you here," he drawled.

[reduxvalentine.livejournal.com]

And suddenly he froze.

For a split second Vincent knew real terror, the terror of someone that could rip him limb from limb and erase his existence with an expert twist of the wrist---

And then his gaze hardened as he remembered Landel's and what it was.

"Get away from her," he growled.

[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

Gin left when the shifts changed, eager for a little more pleasant company. While talking with Kurosaki had been vaguely enlightening, it had certainly taken a toll on his patience. Something he found himself in short supply of after today's events.

So rather than stay outside, he'd opted for the next best thing, a room where genuine sunlight actually touched the floor. Though if the sky was any indication, it looked like it was getting on toward evening. He was wishing he'd eaten a little more at breakfast even if he hadn't been hungry then, he was getting to be now. It didn't bother him enough to check out the cafeteria though, and he let his eyes skim over the inhabitants of the Sun Room. There were only a few small groups of people dotting the room and none of them seemed terribly hostile just yet.

He took a seat and let his mind crawl over the details of what he'd learned from Kurosaki and Jinn. The doors opened at when night fell. They'd be free to roam the building, though there was the risk of running into something that could potentially make the going a bit difficult. Gin had a feeling he hadn't seen the last of Abarai either. There was a good chance the vice-captain had made friends here and the thought of being pursued by the foul night time beasties as well as a pack of patients who wanted his head on a pike just wasn't very comforting.

Not to mention Ran. Their last little meeting hadn't exactly gone as... as what? As he'd planned? He hadn't exactly planned to run into her or any of the other shinigami any time in the immediate future. It'd certainly been painful, but he wasn't without his share of enjoyment from the exchange either. He honestly wasn't certain to expect from his childhood friend come nightfall. She'd actually tried listening to him earlier, though whether that was just to get the hit in or... He pushed the thought away. No, Ran wasn't near as good at hiding her motives as he was. The pain on her face had been more than apparent.

No regrets, he reminded himself. He smiled casually, wondering if anyone would actually approach him. Most were put off by... many aspects of his personality, not to mention his looks, ever-present smile, and slitted eyes, but, he reasoned, he could always seek someone out if no one came to him. He doubted the others here knew much more than Kurosaki, but there was always the possibility.

[beloved-lives.livejournal.com]

"Hello." Suddenly, there was a cat-boy seated on the arm of Gin's chair. "You are new here, are you not?" A tail slapped idly against Seimei's leg as he regarded the other man, a smile as empty as Gin's own placed upon his lips.

He was sun-warmed and content, eager to sink his claws into fresh meat, someone who just might, might respond in kind. He liked the idea of a chase, just now, that would end in delight or disaster.

"My name is Seimei."

[foxyroses.livejournal.com]

When Kurama finally returned to the Sun Room, it was with low spirits. His heart was heavy with worry, even as his thoughts were turned towards murder and revenge. For four days, he had troubled himself over the fate of his mother, wondering if she was safe at home or if she'd been taken as well. Actually finding that she was here only made it harder to bear.

Kurama crossed the room at a slow pace, his preoccupied gaze following the ground he was walking on, but not really seeing it. If only he'd been more alert, neither of them would be here... He sat down heavily on one of the couches, placing his head in his hands, his elbows propped up on his knees. He didn't bother looking around the room for familiar faces. He wasn't interested in approaching anyone... Unless it involved maiming the staff. Dr. Landel, specifically. There would be hell to pay before this was over, ten-fold now that his mother was involved... And Kurama was going to make sure every person on staff paid his dues.

[somber-secret.livejournal.com]

Hisoka narrowed his eyes upon the arrival of a familiar face, a familiar face that was now the epitome of defeat when it had been guarded and untrusting when the shinigami last saw him. A surge of anger and annoyance swelled up and Hisoka pushed himself away from the wall, reminded of Tsuzuki after a meeting with Muraki.

With a few steps the boy had reached the other and, without a greeting or any preamble, stated with a low voice-

"You believe them."

[reduxvalentine.livejournal.com]

There were only a few people yet in the sunroom, none of them Avalanche.

With a resigned, agitated sigh, Vincent sank onto one of the sofas and stared at the ceiling. Bright pink and orange flooded the sky above the glass, the sun presumably setting off in the distance. He vaguely noted that the institute seemed to face south.

Cloud was missing. And if the several people he'd talked to were right, he had been for several days. It sounded incredibly stupid even in his head, but he was beginning to wonder, to imagine that by killing him he had screwed up his very existance.

He rubbed tiredly at his eyes with his still heavily-bandaged, completely immobile and useless hand.

Vincent needed to get out of here.

From over the edge of his couch, he saw familiar brown hair lie down nearby, and he hesitantly rose. Now or never.

[hidden-queen.livejournal.com]

Being outside at night was looking like too much of a risk.

Padme was almost glad to hear about the "shift change", if it meant going back indoors. If these "vampires" that the Host Club member talked about were anything like little Anakin's "Sketto", then they would start coming out during the twilight hours. Anakin had gone into what they were in a little too much detail (Padme chalked it up to a boyish glee that he'd somehow managed to keep a hold of) and told her how they swarmed: all wings and fangs and beedy eyes as they drained their victims.

The Queen didn't try to dissuade him from the subject then, however. He missed his mother - she could see that much in his eyes - and there wasn't any hiding it. Talking about his home planet seemed to help put him more at ease, even if he got a little enthusaistic telling her about the native creatures...

Now she was glad he'd mention that much to her. Anakin had also started to say how one drove off a Sketto swarm, but Padme never got to how it worked before he'd finally succumbed to all the excitement and dozed off.

Until she learned more about this place, she had to be careful. Picking the closest chair, the Queen sat down. She wanted to find out more about Landels and where'd she been taken and by whom, but.... she also needed to learn more about the dangers of this planet too.

[daddyslilkiller.livejournal.com]

Omi had left Aya out in the courtyard and wandered inside lost in thought. His nurse had chattered away at him, telling him he should try to make friends with people his own age, and stop making up names for people, which just wouldn't help him at all. He mostly tuned her out, nodding and smiling every now and then to show he was listening.

After a quick stop in the cafeteria, he made his way back into the sunroom, another handful of cookies richer. He considered going back to one of the other rooms, but decided he didn't really feel like it. Besides, the sun room was pretty with the evening light coming in through the windows.

He was looking for a place to sit when he spotted a woman sitting by herself. She wasn't talking to the other patients, so he assumed she was new, too. Omi being Omi, he couldn't leave her just sitting there looking lonely.

Yohji was right. He was a sap. Oh well.

He made his way over to sit in a chair near her, munching on one of the cookies. For a sinister place of doom, they made really good cookies. He smiled at her. "Hey. You okay?"

[divineglutton.livejournal.com]

How much had changed, how much had changed.

Okami Amaterasu's black eyes slowly drifted open as she was set down onto a couch, the unnatural material yielding to her weight only for metal springs to dig into her side. Artificial lights had filled her heart with dismay, a dismay which only deepened when she looked up into the sky. The sun was fading, dying into night... but worse than that, she felt no affinity for it. She, goddess of the sun, was as far away from that blazing orb as any normal mortal. Delicate hands reached up to the sky, as though she could seize the very light and warm herself with it, pale fingers tracing circles around the orb... and yet Amaterasu felt chilled to her very core when it didn't obey her, not even a little.

With the knowledge that she had indeed lost her power, she buried her face- as white and pure as fine porcelain- into her hands, her long black hair hiding her from the world. Humanity truly had stopped believing in the gods, or else she would have been able to defeat the darkness. Was this, then, her punishment? For the dark clouds of doubt and hopelessness to shroud her light until it smothered? Did humanity not need the gods?

Ironic, that Waka had insisted her place was in the Celestial Plane, and yet she couldn't even muster the effort to ascend to her own feet.

[godsgift2man.livejournal.com]

"Troubles, ma cherie?"

Waka had foreseen Amaterasu's arrival; prophecies that included gods, the sun goddess in particular, were almost impossible to overlook, what with the touch of the divine lingering around them. He didn't know how she'd gotten to this place or whether or not her arrival was a good thing, but there was some genuine relief to see a familiar face...even if it was decidedly less furry than he was used to.

Waka sauntered over to the goddess as easily as if he were in his familiar clothes and she were in her familiar lupine form, perching himself on the arm of the couch near her head and folding his arms over his chest, flute tapping against his arm in a languid rhythm. "I don't blame you. The food here is appalling."

[per-ardua.livejournal.com]

[[Coming from here (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/66113.html?thread=3722305#t3722305), for the curious.]]

Raine just stared after Zelos for a moment, then moved to sit on the couch he had vacated. She had little doubt she wasn't going to be sleeping tonight, and so she figured she might as well get some rest before night fell.

If she could. It was impossible to keep from worrying about her friends, though--most of all her brother. Colette's safety needed to take priority above everyone else's, but Genis was her family, the brother that was almost more like a son.

No. I can't let myself dwell on this. Raine opened her eyes and looked around the room; not everyone was having the most peaceful of evenings, but she wasn't about to interfere without knowing what was going on. Not with her magic this weak.

She glimpsed a few teenagers, and wondered how young patients had to be to be taken here. Not too young, she hoped, especially with what she was bracing herself for that night...

The presence of children meant something she could work with, though--school. What kind of classes did the younger ones take? Would the instructors mind a patient asking if she could help tutor? The chance to learn something herself, as well as do something that felt normal, was a strong pull; she got up to ask a nurse.

[be-my-tool.livejournal.com]

The so-called nurses had said he needed to spend some time outside of his room. The fact that he had been tearing it apart looking for some kind of weapon hadn't helped him either.

He was still angry. Before today, he had thought that he was dead, and a less than likable 'brunch' only made things worse for Zabuza.

He wasn't going to go to the library, screw that, so instead he found himself in the Sun Room. He plopped heavily down on a couch, not caring that someone else was sitting on the other end. He glared at her for a moment, as if daring her to complain.

[robin-fox.livejournal.com]

For all his hard work in the courtyard, Robin had only a very basic idea of the layout and a few twigs. He'd file them into points and use them as weapons but... they weren't that great. If the nurses hadn't been so curious about him, he'd have tried to smuggle a branch inside each of his pant legs.

The arts and crafts room hadn't looked helpful, so he set about looking around the place a little further. These wanderings had led to a rest in the Sun Room. They had nice chairs and a calm atmosphere. For the most part.

[deathinvitation.livejournal.com]

Sephiroth continued to pay not attention to the nurse as she led him away from the little grouping of Vincent and Tifa. Her words and warnings to him to behave were nothing more than the buzzing of some lowly insect that he could easily ignore. When she went away and left him be, Sephiroth stood before the windows and gazed out. The last rays of the sun were warm on his skin although he had no real appreciation for them. What he was doing was examining the landscape, trying to get an idea of where things might be outside these walls.

Despite what Vincent had said, that little encounter had taught him something. It might not have been huge or something others would have latched onto, but he did. It would come in handy later. Of that much, he was sure.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

There was still time before dinner shift began, it seemed, and after a quick stop by his room to pick up both his journal and Wright's journal, Miles allowed the nurse to escort him to the Sun Room. There was an open couch in one of the corners by a window, and he stretched out on it.

The thoughts of what had happened earlier weren't quite as heavy on his mind as they had been, though there was still a lot to worry about - the situation was now more serious than it appeared. Timelines were being played with... he sighed.

Had Wright actually found anything out? He'd flipped through the other's journal, but hadn't really taken the time to process the content. He suspected it would be all right if he read the contents, so he opened the cover of the notebook and began to read.

[madvampireking.livejournal.com]

Eventually, he realized just how hard his little search was going to be. He did not know just how the other vampire looked like, and there wasn't enough scent left on those scattered notes to let his nose lead the way. If Reinforce's guess was correct and dinner ended up being served individually in their rooms, there went any chance of getting even ASAP.

Yes, it was childish holding a grudge and bickering back and forth with writing on pieces of paper. And it also was a great deal of fun. He picked the sunroom, and honestly Alucard had no idea why he chose this one out of the many other rooms. Honestly. Vampires were afraid of sunlight after all.

Ah well. He'd learnt to thrust his intuition.

((came from:Here (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/68377.html?thread=4036889#t4039961)