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Day 47: Recreational Field [Fourth Shift]

Ema let the nurse lead her through the facility and out into the recreational field. She wished the nurse hadn't have taken the journal out of her hands to be left in the room--there was quite a bit to take in and Ema's hands were itching to record every little detail. If she was, in fact, kidnapped in order to prevent Lana from being proven innocent, then she was going to have to pass along everything she possibly could to Mr. Wright the instant she managed to get free.

However, that hypothesis was starting to fall apart, as much as Ema wasn't quite ready to let it go. The nurse had called her "Marie," for starters, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that Ema was not the only prisoner. This was a rather large facility, and there were several cells (dormitories?) that lined even the halls the nurse led her through. And then there was that comment that her family had admitted her. That made the least sense of all; Lana couldn't have done this to her to get her out of the way of the trial.

Could she? Lana was really well-connected; it wasn't likely, but it was possible. The thought made Ema a bit sick to her stomach. The two of them didn't get along these days, sure, but to have her kidnapped and locked up somewhere? That was just cruel. Her sister was not cruel. She hoped.

Maybe it was better that Ema didn't have her notebook. She was too lost in her own thoughts to really take in her surroundings. Before she knew it, the nurse opened the door to the recreational field, smiled down at her, and told her to go have fun. Wearing the same smile, she gave a warning not to try running off--there were people watching, and this place was for her own good. There went that idea.

New plan: talk to other prisoners (patients?) and see what the heck was going on. Ema strode past the nurse and into the field, hoping that she wasn't going to be forced to actually do anything physical while outside. Sports were not her thing, and that was the last thing she wanted to be put through after the day she'd had so far.

[Free~!]

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"I am not," said Yuffie, "wearing a coat."

And that was that.

Really, it wasn't that cold outside. With her running start, the cartwheels—standard, aerial—and the handsprings, both calculated and spontaneous, she was already warm again by the time she reached the equipment shed. Frisbee in hand, weighted briefly just for the sake of it, she tumbled into a backward somersault and ran to find a spot in the mostly empty field. Somehow, it wasn't difficult.

For a long moment, Yuffie stood still. She breathed. The air was sharp and her muscles didn't even burn. Good, that was—good. Awesome, actually. It was disconcerting—had been disconcerting—when such minor scrapes and bruises had actually hurt. And they'd hurt bad. Which wasn't good, she decided, throwing herself suddenly into a new routine, because when she moved she wanted to feel weightless. Or, well, not exactly. It was tough to explain, even in her own head. Move like the wind moves, Godo had told her, years ago. Move like fire moves. Move like water. And when in stillness, blah blah blah.

She kept herself on a tight leash, in an imaginary circle only so wide.

The Frisbee flew and she tracked it, caught it seamlessly, let it fly again. Sometimes she held it, moving through half-disguised kata. It was playful enough not to ping on Plucky's radars, Yuffie thought. Soft enough. Not sloppy, though, because that would be silly. Dumb. Exceedingly embarrassing, too, since these moments out on the field were almost (nowhere near) enough to be a pride and joy. She'd had a good day so far, and nothing was going to ruin it for her.

[For Euphie.]

It was a bit chilly outside, so Momo was glad her nurse had given her the jacket to wear. Wrapped up in it, the small shinigami sat down off to the side (so as not to be in the way) and propped her sketchpad up on a leg. With easy, smooth strokes, she started to draw, a pencil box resting on the ground by her feet.

Though she was looking at the paper, her eyes were not seeing it. Her eyes were turned inward. Furudo Erika. What an odd girl. Lost in thought as she replayed the conversation from lunch, Momo continued to draw.

[Yowatashi Boshi]

Ah, there was a look Agatha was familiar with. It was the look of someone watching the world not just to see it but to analyze it. Usually she herself was elbow-deep in clank parts when she wore it, but there had been a disappointing lack of equipment so far so it probably didn't mean much that this girl wasn't.

If she was right, maybe she could get an assistant, or maybe they could pool whatever resources they could get their hands on and do more science that way. So she approached, waving, from where she'd been inspecting some of the sporting equipment for potential usefulness.

[Want a madgirl, Ema?]

Well, that was her good deed for the day. Or week. Or for however long she could go without doing good deeds for random people. She wasn't an altruist by nature, or at least, any bent towards altruism she might have had had been thoroughly trained out of her by ShinRa. It wasn't anything that she missed. But perhaps Agatha could be useful at some point. She'd have to keep notes about the people she met more thoroughly. Since one of their number was gone, they were in a more precarious position too. She had no intention of relying on these clubs for information either.

She let the nurse lead her outside, glad for the fresh air and the chance to stretch, not to mention take in the view of an area she hadn't really visited yet. She set about walking the perimeter, a foot or two from the wall, hands brushing it occasionally, feeling for hand holds. The wall was slightly crumbly, weather worn, which suggested that it was relatively old. But in this place, who could tell? At night the place looked as though it had been abandoned for years, like some of the old ShinRa labs.. During the day it looked pristine.

[Free]

A part of Sheena wanted to stay inside where it was warm and curl up on a couch, preferably with some~~one~~thing soft to use as a pillow. She chose not to, though, knowing that the outdoor destination was the rec field.

Wrapping herself in a coat provided by her nurse, the ninja shuffled outside. Shaking her head when offered a selection of balls and other exercise implements, Sheena walked toward the shed in the back. From that location, she had a decent vantage of that damn window on the third floor she'd tried to break. It looked like a regular window. She had been hoping that in the daylight, maybe she'd notice something off. Either there wasn't anything visible or she was simply too far away to tell. Or it was a magic barrier.

Huddling into her coat more, the ninja sighed and pondered just going back inside. At least it was warm in there. How she hated being injured as much as she was; it made her far more sensitive to the cold.

[free]

End of the day was finally close. She hadn't ended up seeing Soma, but she was sure she could find Meche at least. They'd been meeting almost every day for the past few days for fourth shift, and she had faith that the habit would continue for awhile. At least, for today.

But there wasn't a whole bunch of people here when she got out. Eh. She could kill some time. Wasn't like she hadn't done so before. The cold wasn't enough to stop her. There was plenty to do. Like....

The Shinigami paused in the middle of the field, hand on her hip in thought. Well. There was some. But if Meche wanted to insist on a race, Senna had better stretch out. Sleeping for days didn't do much for a person's flexibility. To that, the girl shrugged, then twisted her torso to the side, only to duplicate the motion in reverse a moment later.

[for Meche!]

Taura jogged onto the field, coat flapping as she looked around for Utena. The young woman wasn't anywhere in sight, so she jogged back to where the medics were clustered out of the breeze. She dodged meeting the eyes of the woman she'd half strangled the other day, and walked up to one who looked entirely unfamiliar.

"A few of us were hoping to play a game?" She wasn't sure she'd recognize any of the gear, but the staff should. Sure enough, the woman's eyes lit up, and she immediately crossed over to the shed and started dragging out an elaborate apparatus involving a lot of rope. Taura grabbed the two poles -- both taller than she was, which meant the 'tech had had her hands full trying to keep both ends off the ground as well as the sagging netting.

[group volleyball shenanigans, a.k.a. Utena, Harley and Anthy]

When given the choice between going outside or staying cooped up in the Sun Room, Naminé's answer was so predictable that she wondered why her nurse kept asking. Then again, there were so many patients to keep track of that perhaps she just didn't remember. But Naminé didn't mind, smiling as she walked out into the rec field and breathed in some fresh air. It would do her good to stay outside and think for a little.

She had a lot to think about. Riku and Kairi had returned to the Institute, something that worried her; yet, she couldn't help but feel glad at the same time, because now they could be with Sora. It was wrong to keep the three of them apart, but at the same time, she felt like wishing they could be together in a place like this wasn't much better.

There was Roxas, who remembered nothing, and Axel, who remembered something. So many familiar faces today... Who would she meet next? Naminé wondered if it would be another friend, or a member of the Organization. She closed her eyes and sat on the soft grass, taking a moment to calm herself. No, it wouldn't do to worry about things she couldn't control. She would have to think about helping Sora and the others now.

[ for KAIRI, her soul sista~ ]

Finally! Erika would have liked it if the nurse complied with her demands to see this 'recreational field' because of her detective's authority, but it looked like she could no longer rely on that. Hmph. However, Erika was not a third-rate detective, and therefore wouldn't allow herself to be hindered as she marched out onto the field and surveyed the area.

This climate... Yes, it certainly did seem like she was in the New England area, nodding to herself. The claims that they were in New Jersey was still unsupported, but the area could be correct. Of course, as brilliant as Erika was, she knew it was not enough to make such claims without the correct proof. Proof that she would obtain, in time.

For now, the rec field offered nothing more than a view of the outside, so Erika took her time leisurely strolling the lawn as she took in every single detail that she could. In the moonlight, it was sure to look different, so she had to get her bearings now.

[ ONE CREEPY DETECTIVE, FREE TO A GOOD HOME. ]

Hime's look towards her nurse was even more flat and unimpressed than usual, if that was at all possible, when the woman suggested she go out to the recreational field. It was the kind of look that asked, "Do I look like I need to recreate?" or better yet, "What makes you think I need a field to do that?" It seemed her chaperon was immune to such glares before and the Royal saw little point in trying to argue. Having to do what other people who had no authority told her to do was such a pain.

The air wasn't quite cold enough to cause her breath to fog the air, but it was chill and sharp when she breathed in. She huddled miserably in her jacket as she stood by the sidelines of the field, having no intention to actually play. She cast a glance over at the activities shed.

How ironic that she'd spent all last night getting there and now she could just walk over at her leisure and take whatever she wanted. Well, not that she'd be allowed to keep it, but really. Maybe they'd get some time in the courtyard soon and she could take a look in the gardening shed and see if it was worth a trip at night.

[Free]

With the way Teresa's body seemed to be reacting to her death, the hybrid decided she's run herself through some of the drills she did as a whelp. It felt ridiculous to have to do them, but if she was to engage in something remotely threatening in her current state, she should get to know the limitations of her body.

Off to the side, away from the others, Teresa closed her eyes and began. After the basic warm up which looked like nothing more than general exercises, albeit a bit fast, she shifted into a sword form. Granted, she lacked her claymore, but anyone with the right amount of knowledge or imagination could envision the great sword in her hand as she swept her arm about.

[Soma]

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