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Day 47: Sun Room [2nd shift]
Cloud knew he should be taking the opportunity to check out the rec field during the day. The fresh air would be a welcome change from the crowded stuffiness the Institute usually provided, and he would have a chance to scope out the area when it wasn't all under the cover of darkness. When offered a choice, however, he remained in the sun room. He told himself it was so that he could watch the bulletin, him still being fairly new and needing all the information he could get, but the thought rang hollow.
The real reason he was here, he knew, was because he would be out there. Maybe it was weak of him, but he needed a chance to breathe. Ever since he'd arrived it had been nothing but one shock after another, and seeing Zack standing in the cafeteria that morning talking to Aerith had been the final card that caused his tower to crumble. He needed to just sit back somewhere out of the way and start rebuilding.
Being able to watch the bulletin from here was just a perk. Cloud made himself comfortable on one of the sofas, watching people come and go but not really paying attention to them. He took the time to try and rate this on a scale of the biggest messes he'd ever gotten thrown into.
(for Sheena)
The real reason he was here, he knew, was because he would be out there. Maybe it was weak of him, but he needed a chance to breathe. Ever since he'd arrived it had been nothing but one shock after another, and seeing Zack standing in the cafeteria that morning talking to Aerith had been the final card that caused his tower to crumble. He needed to just sit back somewhere out of the way and start rebuilding.
Being able to watch the bulletin from here was just a perk. Cloud made himself comfortable on one of the sofas, watching people come and go but not really paying attention to them. He took the time to try and rate this on a scale of the biggest messes he'd ever gotten thrown into.
(for Sheena)
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"If you'd give me my fucking sunglasses back, I could go outside," he told the nurse as she escorted him from the cafeteria. She was annoyingly impervious to cursing, no matter how much he did it. The doctor had sounded downright cheery during the latest announcement, and Mello was feeling contrary.
"Oh, but the sun room is just as nice, Michael. Very relaxing."
"Yeah, my whole life would be fucking great if I could just relax," he muttered.
He didn't just want to avoid being made to run around or play nicely with the other children or whatever the hell they did out there in the damn sun, he also wanted to keep an eye on the bulletin board. After he posted his note, he sprawled into one of the chairs, where he'd catch anyone looking at it from the corner of his good eye.
[for Kagura!]
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She was glad to have met Badou at breakfast, and even if she didn't understand entirely why he did or said the things he did, he seemed like a nice person and probably a good friend for someone like Haine. After glancing around, it didn't seem like Haine was here, though she was eager to find him and compliment him on the new look Badou had mentioned. She did, however, catch sight of a familiar face and for once he didn't seem too terribly busy.
"Mello-san?" she asked, approaching the chair he'd decided to lay back in. Maybe she was bothering him. She really hoped not. "Is it alright if I sit with you?"
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He didn't even want to be in the Sun Room. The Sun Room meant more people--more noise--to deal with. While it hadn't bothered him very much in the first week of this torture, rounding two weeks was starting to grate on him and ultimately wear him down. He couldn't hear himself think, and his own mantra was sounding like pre-recorded audio that he played over and over again to assure him that he still existed.
Schuldig's experience was most likely the closest to what he was feeling. The closest experience that he knew of, at the very least. Artemis wanted to ask him for advice, wanted to know what Schuldig did that allowed him to keep hold of his sanity. But what right did he have to ask these things when he'd been the cause of the loss of Schuldig's ability?
His nurse refused to let him go back to his room, citing that if Artemis moped too much, he wouldn't be able to get out of whatever slump he was in. Also, he'd have to come out again anyway: he had therapy today.
Which was exactly what he wanted, of course. Combating Disraeli again without a telepath--without a friend--to aid him.
Artemis sat down in an armchair away from most of the other couch and chair set ups and near the door to the cafeteria. Perhaps this way, he would go unnoticed, and he could be miserable in peace.
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The nurse led him off to the Sun Room. He didn't like being called by a name that wasn't his, but she wasn't too unfriendly, so he could put up with her company for a couple of minutes. It wasn't like it was a long walk!
She'd suggested the recreational field at first, but he'd asked if there was another option. Now here he was, being led toward a boy that looked like the last thing in the world he wanted was company. These nurses sure had a knack for singling people like that out, didn't they?
"Sean, this is Marcus. You look like you could use some cheering up! I'm sure you two will get along great."
Without leaving room for argument, she continued off on her merry way, leaving Allen to look at the other boy apologetically.
"I'm...sorry. You look like you'd rather be left alone."
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He tried once more to get his nurse to take him back to his room or to someplace that wasn't as crowded, but she still wasn't hearing any of it. For one thing, Terry was still sleeping, apparently. Second, she didn't want him 'hiding' because of a few bruises and scrapes. So Kurt took the second best option: he asked her for a book and he curled up so he could hide his face behind it while he read. Even the protests of his nurse couldn't stand up against Kurt simply saying, 'This is how I read'.
Once she was gone, Kurt heaved a sigh and stared depressingly into the pages. At least he was safe from Terry, and he'd gotten Kitty informed and so forth, but he'd... sort of told Peter a white lie on the bulletin. Sure he was more or less both physically and emotionally fine, but part of him kept replaying the insults in his head. It had been a while since that had happened, after all...
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"Okay. Okay," he said to himself, freezing in place with his hands curled up against his chest. Piper wasn't going to just leave him behind in the darkness. He was out there somewhere doing something and he'd come back for Scourge like he'd promised.
If Scourge had kept his head about him and recalled the pattern of furniture in the Sun Room, he could have easily sidestepped the voices and footsteps of the other inmates and sat down to patiently wait until Piper came to find him. Instead he panicked, stumbled his way across the room, caught his foot on the leg of one of the sofas and nearly fell into Kurt's lap.
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She missed them all quite terribly, she realized. Why did it felt like she hadn’t spoken to them in years instead of only days? Just how long had she been asleep for? She’d have to ask Sora after she found him; and get all of the information out of him, of course. She had to know about everyone else … she just had to.
Other than everyone she knew from home, Kairi was also worried about everyone she had met in Landel’s as well. Especially Rukia, since they had been pretty close roommates … and she had helped her so often. She had never been able to pay her back for the night when that girl had attacked her, after all. Rukia had healed her and used up all of her energy …
Sighing, Kairi plopped down on a nearby chair, hoping the best.
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"Mr. Coleman--"
"Aaaah!" Gumshoe almost jumped away from the sudden voice near his shoulder (which could have been on his shoulder if he weren't so tall). "D-Don't sneak up on me like that!" He glanced up at the ceiling, then at the wall, then back again. "What's gotten into you? I liked you better when I knew you were coming." That... didn't sound as rude in his head, though it hadn't been there for long. He thought he heard her giggling (... ?), but he was already on the look-out for Mr. von Karma again. ...
...! What!? No!! He couldn't believe it! He'd lost him! This lady...
He stopped glaring at her after a moment, running a hand through his hair and looking away instead. He should really learn to hide his anger. That was probably the only reason she was over here right now. Couldn't be for the company.
"Oh, look! Isn't that the girl you met a while ago?"
Gumshoe raised an eyebrow and turned his head to where she was pointing (he was surprised to hear she actually paid attention to what he did). ... Oh, sure, just point to the corner with the most girls in it and hope he would know one of them.
The nurse clicked her tongue at him when his brow furrowed (it was kind of hard to tell if she was lying now), and before he knew it, she was pulling him closer to the girl in question. She seemed really determined to distract him from the case. Why else would she be doing this? He sighed, as if that would stop his feelings from getting hurt. People patronized him on what seemed like a daily basis, but this lady took the prize.
However, to his surprise (and hers), he was ready to put it behind him when a face finally jumped out at him. "Hey, it's you!" he said, an invisible weight on his shoulders slipping away. He easily escaped the woman's grip and gave her an absent-minded wave before approaching the girl. The first thing he noticed was her lack of injuries. "Good to see you're in tip-top shape."
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Unconsciously, her body moved towards the Bulletin Board, looking over the notes written by other patients. It at least gave her something to do for the time being.
Minutes later she was sitting down on one of the empty couches, thinking. She had to plan it out perfectly … perhaps run the second the lights went out, so she could at least make it upstairs and go from there. She’d even be willing to crash into a door to break it down if it came to that.
Once Bella had her mind set on something, there was rarely something that would get her to stop.
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That left the question of who to talk to, but when his gaze settled on a girl by one of the couches, he decided she was as good a choice as any. He'd been lucky so far not to run into anyone particularly antagonistic—no mean feat, he knew, what with high stress levels and close quarters—and she didn't seem like someone who'd break that streak. Additional headaches were also not on his to-do list.
He wandered over, made sure not to move directly towards her or anything; it might creep her out if she thought he had a reason to come for her specifically.
He smiled. "You mind if I join you?"
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Very soon, hopefully. It made Mori nervous not to have his cousin in his sights.
His nurse ushered him to the Sun Room and he went obediently, making a beeline for the kittens. If he couldn't play with Mitsukuni today, then he'd have cats. He liked cats. They were warm and--
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Mori glanced down and saw one industrious calico kitten already trying to claw its way up his pant leg. Leaning down, he picked it up and set it on his shoulder. A second tabby cat soon joined the first and then he went to find a couch to lie down on. The two kittens were busy trying to settle on the back of his neck and on his shoulders, so he figured it best to get somewhere that they wouldn't have far to fall if they made a mistake.
Taking his seat, Mori lifted both animals off his shoulders and put them in his lap. That lasted for all of two seconds before the calico was climbing up his shirt front while the tabby sat and cried. Sighing, Mori picked that one up and cradled it in his arms leaning back slightly so the calico could better rest on his chest. This was one way to pass the time until he could see Mitsukuni again - even if it resulted in little claw marks everywhere.
[For Anise!]
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"Hmm..." When they entered the Sun Room, Anise stopped to look around. Sure, the Greenhouse was more interesting than the Sun Room, but what really mattered was the company! Given the choice, Anise would much rather spend her shift with a good man than with another girl.
...Speaking of which.
The girl's wandering eyes caught sight of one such 'good man,' seemingly being swarmed by kittens. The sight was pretty funny, and it immediately brought a smile to her face. "Actually, I think I'll stay here. Later!" she decided, hastily dismissing her nurse as she skipped over to see Mori. How long had it been since they last had a chat? Too long, obviously.
The girl stopped a few feet away from the couch he was on, giggling as she greeted him. "Ehehe. Looks like you're popular!"
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But I might chip a nail, you ugly woman. "A-ah, maybe some other time. It's rather cold out there. I wouldn't want to fall ill."
"If you insist. Try to soak up some sun in here, okay?"
I'll soak you in something. "Yes, ma'am."
His nurse left him at the door and Grell shifted from foot to foot for a moment before heading into the Sun Room. His conversation with Luxord had been less than enthralling what with the Gambler suddenly pulling the distant routine. Had he forgotten their bargain? Or was it time for Grell to woo the heartless knight? Regardless of the reason, Grell was annoyed. He liked Luxord, but if the man betrayed him, he'd stab him right through that nonexistent heart of his and send him back to his grave.
But at least around Luxord, he'd been able to act a little more like himself. Now he was stuck playing goody-two-shoes until Sylar showed up in the Greenhouse. Easing himself into a chair at one of the tables scattered here and there, Grell leaned his chin in one hand and absently drummed his fingers against the tabletop. Nothing to do, no one to really bother.
Lord, it was like a slow day at the office. And he hated being stuck in the office.
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Harley turned away from the board and looked around for a good place to sit. Instead, she just found herself touring the room and staring in disgust at the rooms inhabitants. Look at them! Like zombies! Didn't anyone know how to act like they were in an asylum anymore? People back home were never this boring! Look! That one over there was actually sleeping!
She plopped into a nearby chair with all the gentility of a boulder and blew a big huff of air up at her bangs, completely exasperated. Someone else had already been sitting there, but that never stopped her before. Not like they were doing anything to interrupt in the first place.
"What's the matter with everyone today, huh?" she said like she was continuing a conversation the two had been having for a good fifteen minutes. Anything to break that quiet. "If it's gonna be like this all day, they might as well just lock us in our rooms til night."
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Nunnally paused to look over the bulletin board that Lelouch had mentioned, but the sheer amount of posts on it was somewhat daunting. She gave up after only reading a handful, then carefully made her way to an empty couch while trying to ignore the orderly shadowing her on the way. It wasn't that difficult to sit down and she managed on her own, but did allow him to take the crutches and set them to one side before she leaned back and closed her eyes.
There was so much to take in now; half of what her brother had said would ordinarily have been entirely possible, and then there was the fact that Lelouch had explained it to her. Perhaps if she could accept that -- and she had to, given that she had no doubts that he was really Lelouch, and really alive and breathing -- then she could accept other worlds and alternate realities and monsters roaming the hallways after dark. And then she had to attempt to sort out her feelings toward him now; she'd been conflicted enough before, and now to have him alive but without the memory of so many events, she...didn't know what to think. Or do, or say.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the feel of something soft bumping her leg, and she opened her eyes again to find a small kitten, dark grey with a rakish black spot over one eye, curiously examining her leg braces. As though sensing her eyes on him, he glanced up and meowed, twitching his raggedy black-tipped tail, and Nunnally couldn't help but smile. At least she'd have company, she thought, settling the kitten in her lap and stroking his soft fur as she closed her eyes once more.
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She stopped to leave a note on the bulletin board regarding starting a new clinic up, then slowly walked over to the couch.
"Awww...he's really cute," she said, deciding to focus on the kitten for a while before getting to the heavy questions. "And I'm really glad to see you, Nunnally."
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But the Digimon found that it didn't quite matter. She would persevere. She would continue. And she would succeed. Left to her own thoughts, Renamon stood near the bulletin board, glancing it over idly while she considered her options.
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Mihai felt no less certain of his surroundings, despite his nurse's attempted helpfulness at pointing out various things. She'd heard of his 'talent' for getting lost (though not his name, somehow), and had made it a point proudly proclaim that no one would let him wander too far here. Mihai smiled and nodded when she asked if he found that reassuring, every expectation that he should in her voice. He knew a woman's lecture when he heard it, and Mihai decided that being left in peace as soon as possible would ultimately be for the best. So he agreed, and spent his time looking for familiar faces that might be more helpful in terms of providing answers.
Where he ended up, however, was beside a young woman the nurse introduced as 'Miss Akiyama.' Fully confident that her name was anything but, Mihai smiled pleasantly, tipping his head when 'Mr. Luciano' was pointed out, and another demand came as a question. I'm sure you'll behave, won't you?
Mihai had to say, he much preferred Kiri's brand of pushiness. There was something to be said for being straightforward.
"Ah, hello." With only a hint of awkwardness that he felt, Mihai scratched his head, then took a long look at the bulletin. "I'm sorry she dumped me on you like that. That woman seems rather set in her ways." So much that one might have called her an old woman, except Mihai hoped there'd be a bit more wisdom that came with such an aged stubbornness.
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In a way, Sheena did feel a bit better after having Ritsuka listen to the stuff that had been swimming about in her mind. Maybe just getting it out, in some form, to a real person and not just the blank pages of a book, was what she needed. As thrilling as playing with a bunch of potted plants would have been, only not really, Sheena chose to stay inside. It was probably for the best given how injured she was. Especially with her hand. Sometimes being ambidextrous was a pain since she normally didn't think about what hand she did things with. Besides, gardening sounded like a two-handed job anyways.
The ninja was on her way to the bulletin board, her movements a bit stiff, when one of the young cats, not quite a kitten but certainly not old enough to be an adult, started doing what cats loved to do - get underfoot. Stopping, Sheena slowly knelt down to pet the furball. Unfortunately for her, the small bell she wore one a string about her neck swung freely as she'd forgotten to hide it once more beneath her shirt.
A dangling, slightly jingling bell and one young cat was a combination made in cute heaven. Unless cute heaven happened to be around the neck of a fairly injured ninja. The cat batted at the bell and managed to snag a claw on the string. The cat the proceeded to struggle at freeing its paw and Sheena, with only one usable hand, really, tried to help and failed.
"Hey, hey! Hold still. I'll get you free if you just--" No luck. Catching a glance of someone nearby, she called out, "Think you can give me a hand before it really starts to freak out on me?"
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Lost in thought, it took Cloud a moment to realize that the woman was directing her pleas at him. "Ah..." He stood quickly once he noticed and got down by her side. "Right. Hold on."
Removing the claw from her necklace was a delicate matter, but not a difficult one. She was freed within the minute, which was good because the cat wasn't entirely cooperative. The blond flexed a newly bitten hand and gave her a wry smile. "Gotta watch out for those."
He allowed her to fix the trinket back up on her own (as he knew better than to ask if she needed help with that) and stood back up. "Everything okay now?"
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Spurred on by his determination that if he ran into any other new people he'd be better prepared, he worked up the courage to ask the nurse if he could get his journal from where he'd left it in his room. To his utter surprise she didn't seem either surprised or annoyed by the request -- she only smiled and told him she'd be back in a few minutes. A little stunned by his success, Hanatarou flopped into an empty chair and stared blankly at nothing as he waited for the nurse to return.
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So when she spotted the medic staring blankly on the other side of the room, it was like somehow karma was making up for all the shit she'd put up with the last couple of days. Finally! Good things were beginning!
"Hanatarou-san!" she smiled as she jogged the last few steps to come stand near his chair. "I've been meaning to talk to you again. You mind?"
Without waiting for a reply, she pushed one of the nearby chairs closer and set her own journal on her lap once she sat down.
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And that she had slept an entire day and two nights? Yeah, no. She liked sleep, but Senna couldn't believe that for a minute. She hadn't just slept. Something had happened. So what was up with this? They make her into someone else and then knock her out for a day? Where's the plan behind it? And from Momo's notes and what she could remember... Other people, too, weren't themselves. Were they all okay now? Soma seemed like Soma, but....
In the sun room, the girl kicked the end of a couch and cursed. "Damnit!" Didn't she have enough fun stuff to play around in her head? She had woken up to a memory, a great fun death one like all the ones she'd been having lately. She didn't need... a life she could remember better than her own as well. What was she supposed to do with something like that? Sighing in annoyance, Senna plopped down on a couch, fingers tapping a theme on her thighs.
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This had to have been at least his fourth attempt to get something done in the basement, but right when they had appeared to have reached their goal, he had woken back up in his room.
He hardly paid any attention to his nurse as she guided him to the Sun Room, too frustrated with his lack of progress to listen to her regular drivel.
"Oh my," his nurse said, drawing his attention for a moment. "Sarah looks like she's in a foul mood. Why don't you try and cheer her up Soujiro; you're friends aren't you?"
Following his nurse's line of sight, Hitsugaya recognized "Sarah" as Senna, a fellow shinigami that he hadn't seen or heard from for the past couple of days. If her outcry and attacking the couch were any indication, he suspected that she probably felt as pissed off as him.
While Hitsugaya didn't know her well enough to call her a friend, she was still a comrade. After seeing her public outburst, he was concerned for her mental wellbeing, so he did as his nurse asked and made his way over to other shinigami. In a way, Senna was the perfect distraction for him, focusing on someone else helped dispel Hitsugaya's frustration at his recent lack of mission success.
"Senna, are you alright?" Hitsugaya asked after he had stopped a few meters away from her.
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Once in the Sun Room, though, he paused briefly to take a look at the bulletin. They hadn't looked at it at all the day before, and sometimes there was useful information. And indeed, someone was offering chocolates, which immediately caught his attention (he couldn't have imagined the faint sigh of distaste from Yue at that, but chose to ignore it anyway -- he had a sneaking suspicion that his other self's supposed hatred of food wasn't completely truthful). He rather happily scribbled a quick question in response to that post, then went back to reading over the others with renewed interest. How many other offers of treats had he missed?
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Even though she had spent most of breakfast with him, Sakura still had trouble wrapping her mind around the idea. Not only did it clear her conscience of guilt and help her refocus her mind, but it also made her much happier overall. Although Sakura was initially disappointed that she had to say goodbye to Fai since breakfast had ended, her cheerful mood quickly returned on her way to the Greenhouse, and she began to walk with a hop to her step.
As she passed by the Sun Room, she glanced in for a brief moment and saw a Yukito teenager staring at the bulletin board. Initially, she continued walking, but she quickly realized that the others still had no idea that Fai was alive. She had to share the great news with them!
Backtracking a bit, she turned back into the Sun Room and quickly crossed the Sun Room towards the white-haired teenager. "Yukito-san!" she called in a bright, cheerful tone.
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Haine argued with the nurse briefly about the recreational field. He wasn't exactly a fan of the Sun Room, either, but the great outdoors were NOT his friends. He didn't want to be out there unless there was serious cloud cover, or the planet was facing away from the sun entirely. He didn't have nearly the right amount of clothing to be wandering outside. Jesus, didn't these people actually read files on the ones they kidnapped? The possibility that the files were all filled with garbage didn't cross his mind at the moment. Instead, he worked on keeping his distance from any and all females in the vicinity.
He found an unoccupied couch and plopped down on it, ready to be left well enough alone. Not that anyone ever respected that in this place, but a guy could dream, couldn't he?
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With his hands in his pockets, Giovanni strode into the Sun Room - and when he spotted Haine, a smile spread across his face and he walked forward like he was walking towards goddamn heaven.
"Haine," he said. His voice was calm, his manner pleasant. He slid into an armchair across from Haine and crossed his legs, leaning back into the soft cushion. "It's good to see you again."
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exasperate the problemhelp with the problem, someone else rescued her. Oh, well.Not seeing any other crises that needed averting, Yukari flopped down on a couch in the sun and promptly nodded off.
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The piteous wail was the only warning had before something - or, as it was, someone - flopped down on Yukari in turn. And she was a good deal heavier in her new, false life than she had been in death.
The ghost, having contrived for her head to end up at a lower elevation than Yukari's, stared tearfully up at her. She was good at tearful stares. The
dignity of her positionneed to preserve their effectiveness prevented her from using them too often, but they were her best weapon against Youmu.Against Yukari, perhaps not, but their games weren't meant to take such a onesided form.
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"Do come out, Adam. It'll be nice."
Her voice irritated him. "No," he said, quickly glancing around the room but not really focusing on anything. "I think I'll try my luck in here." His gaze stopped on the board with the various things attached to it. Interesting. It wasn't talking to anyone, which he desperately needed to do to find out more. Shinji, as much as Riku felt like he needed to make sure he wasn't killed, wasn't much of a help.
Fortunately, the woman decided to abandon him, and he was free to move to the board to read over everything carefully. All of it lacked a context, but he still read each piece of information he could see immediately carefully. It was a start, anyway.
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The day was not done surprising her when she stepped into the Sun Room, thinking of retiring with a slight nap to restore her strength for tonight. Any drowsiness that she might have had was dashed in an instant, though, when she saw a familiar figure standing by the bulletin board.
"Riku?" Naminé hoped that she was wrong, that she somehow mistook someone else with Riku. But she was sure of it now that she was actually closer, one hundred percent. But... How? When? First Axel had returned, and now Riku, after so long?
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With how long he'd been here, he should probably be getting used to this by now, but he just felt more confused and pissed off as the days went by. This place was so different from anything he'd ever had to deal with. It just kept getting weirder, too. And all the while he felt like he should be doing something to help, but he couldn't think of anything. He hated feeling so useless...
Kanji looked around the big bulletin board room as soon as his nurse shut her trap long enough for him to go in. Pretty much empty, wasn't it? He was kind of hoping Souji would be in here somewhere, but looked like he was outside with the others. Probably should have figured, him being into sports and all. Well, whatever. He was just going to have to deal with it for now.
He glanced at the bulletin board for the whole of four seconds before he decided he wasn't in the mood to stand around and read shit. Instead, he turned walked away from the board, looking around for a good empty spot away from everyone else. Maybe he could get a nap in or something before lunch.
[for Chise!]
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Walking towards the board, she thought about what happened last night, how she had failed, and the feeling of despair. It just wasn't possible, was she really that weak? When she tried it on a wall several days ago, she was able to create a small hole. There was absolutely no way a door could remain completely intact after not one, but two consecutive shots from her cannon. Maybe she was that weak.
Distracted by thoughts of depression, Chise didn't look where she was looking and suddenly crashed into a poor, unsuspecting person with an 'Oof!'. The collision was hard enough to send her falling on her butt.
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So she argued that she was just too pale skinned to go wandering outside. Her nurses were still skeptical but they let her be, and Asuka triumphantly strutted through the sun room, looking for somewhere to lounge. Noticing a few patients periodically loitering around one of the walls covered in pieces of paper, the second child made her destination as well. As she grew closer, Asuka realized it was a board of messages all hand-written.
[Free~ No limit! Asuka's an attention hoar]
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There was also a long thread about people who'd left, though, and that was kind of discouraging. Glancing away for a moment from the reading, he noticed another person who was spending more time looking than writing for now. Today was his day to meet girls, apparently; Sanji'd be jealous if he knew.
"Hi, I'm Usopp. What's your name?" he asked with a friendly smile. Considering how well his last meeting had gone, Usopp could at least hope for learning a bit more about where he was. And, even if that didn't happen, he could stand knowing more people here. Women with bright hair would be easier to spot in the dark.
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It seemed that today was another therapy day, but she hadn't been selected for that at any point. Had this been a real medical facility she might have wondered at the lack of attention from doctors, but since she knew it wasn't, Ayumu was merely puzzled by how people were chosen to see them. Was there some criteria that decided it, or were assignments made at random?
Something to be considered, perhaps, though she doubted there was any concrete information to be found. She merely opened her journal in her lap, but instead of writing anything just sat and idly drew designs at the edge of the page, pretending her attention was on that rather than her surroundings.
[Dean]
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Dean started to swing a right so he could hook up with Sam but Hello Nurse suddenly reached out and caught him by the arm. It wasn't threatening and she wasn't being bitchy about it, but she was definitely steering him away from his brother.
"You can talk to your brother later, Mr. Derringer."
If she said it was 'cause he needed to make new friends - well, he wasn't gonna deck her over it, but it would've been definitely irritating if she tried getting all sharing and caring like he was a five year-old. She steered him toward a chick, and it took him a split second to realize that he'd actually run into her. Yoko, right? Yuuko? One of the two, except if she'd been roofied like him, then she wasn't Yuuko anymore.
"Good morning, Ms. Nakamura," Hello Nurse said. "I'm going to have Mr. Derringer join you. Why don't you show him your drawings? I'm sure he'll be impressed."
Dean gave a kind of lazy wave. He wasn't sure if she remembered him after that night - there were parts of it that blurred out, others that blurred into his own real memories, and then there was that few parts that were just plain fun. The rest of it was a whole lot of drama with Sam - Matthew, whatever - and it was kinda incredible none of them had gotten killed that night, now that he thought about it.
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Naturally, her plans were a little hindered since the "recreational field" was only for the male patients, though Erika did make quite a case for herself, boasting that a detective such as herself should be allowed access to areas of interest and then muttering something about gender-discrimination when she was hastily whisked away from the entrance. The Sun Room was a compromise then, since she wanted to see this "Bulletin Board" that was mentioned.
The bulletin board was her original destination, yes, but upon entering, Erika found a very familiar figure somewhere near the couches, eyes widening for a moment before a grin spread across her face. Ah, of course! This Fragment was too interesting for it to be a mere holding box for pieces, as she constantly reassured herself!
"M-My Master!" However, when Erika got closer to the girl, there was something... wrong. For one, her Master had donned the same boring gray outfit everyone else was wearing instead of her elegant dress. Another thing wrong was in the physique; that girl whom she mistook for Bernkastel looked much younger, and was lacking in a certain "area".
Erika frowned, looking at this... piece she just mistook for her Master. What... what was she...?
[ HI RIKA. MEET YOUR TRIPLET. ]
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I am going to make a sign and wear it around my neck saying that my name is not Bernkastel.
"You're mistaken," Rika said, sighing a little and scooting over on the couch. Really, she could handle it the first time it had happened. The second time it had happened, it had at least ended well. But twice in a row? She was a patient girl, really she was. But not so patient that she could let mistaken identity go on as long as it had.
"My name is Rika," she said, nodding once. "Furude Rika. If you're looking for a witch, you have the wrong person."
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Well, whatever disease they'd conjured up for him now, he was grateful to be out of that stuffy room. He found he could walk well enough and when the nurse asked him where he wanted to go, he immediately asked for the Sun Room. He could keep an eye on the board from there and see if they were around. How stoically he'd been avoiding both. It hurt to think that they could run around this Institute while he waited delirious and alone. If he'd been sick at all.
Sitting down on one of the sofas, Kio looked around. New faces all the time, replacing those who were gone. He hoped they hadn't vanished.
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The Coluan paused for a moment, trying to remember where he remembered the man from before it clicked. Of course, when he'd been... acting strangely. He felt faintly embarrassed about the memory and almost turned away in the vague hope of avoiding anything to do with it, but by then Kio had spotted him and it would be rude and suspicious to have been caught staring then suddenly leave. So he walked over and stopped close by, not certain if the older man was waiting for someone and not interested in a distraction.
"Do you mind?" he asked, indicating the seat.
Backthread, yes? :D
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Teresa found and empty place and sat down on the floor with her back leaning against the rigid wall. Crossing her arms, she closed her eyes to rest, allowing many things to pass through her thoughts.
First was the girl Lelouch had spent his morning meal with instead of her. That was fine with Teresa, but it made her curious as to the identity of the girl - the same one that was currently talking to Euphemia across the way. Clearly she was someone important for Lelouch to completely forget about his appointments which brought to mind family. No matter. She would ask Euphemia eventually.
Aside from her upcoming night with Morgan and the locked computer, the rest of her thoughts centered on Homura and his message that her means to a claymore was gone. That was... disappointing to hear, but she would adapt. The demigod was offering her another weapon, one already made, which was thoughtful considering the likelihood that it had originally been promised to another. Should the blade hold up to her strength, she would gladly take it. Her other option is to find the one within this place that held Ophelia's claymore. The other hybrid's black card posted on the board and the exchange that followed it confirmed that whoever that had been had Ophelia's sword in possession.
Or she could find her own. Assuming it had come with her, of course. Being dead made a few things a little unclear.
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He flopped down onto the couch that the nurse led him to, sprawling out comfortably. One of the cats soon approached him and Tsukasa smiled, wiggling his fingers to encourage it. It jumped up onto the couch, sniffing at his fingers with interest before snootily climbing onto his chest and curling up, a warm comfortable weight.
[Free]