Day 48: Sun Room [Second Shift]

[lawful_perfect]

Hmph. While this Rude was the proverbial "man of few words," von Karma found more potential use from him than a number of the other patients he had met put together. He would still ask Franziska about the man... as well as the other people he had learned that she had been spending time around. Many of them were utter fools, especially that Kibitoshin.

He ignored the nurse as she insisted that he stay indoors, lest he "catch his death of pneumonia." Already having planned to meet his daughter in the Sun Room, the prosecutor had no intention of spending the cold, gloomy morning in the Courtyard anyway.

It appeared that he was the first to arrive in the spacious room. Gray light from the overcast sky filtered in through the glass windows high above, making it somewhat more difficult for von Karma to peruse the notes on the bulletin board as he awaited Franziska's arrival.

The lines in his forehead furrowed as he saw Kibitoshin's note to her, asking her whether she was "feeling better." What made that blasted oaf think that it was any of his business how she was doing or to worry about her?! She had been raised to take care of herself, damn it! ...Did Franziska say or do something that would lead the clumsy idiot to think otherwise? This, among other things, von Karma would ask her.

After removing his daughter's response to his original note from the board -- and noting that Ms. Taura had yet to reply to his other note -- he sat down at a table in a remote corner of the room, claiming this space that would afford him and his daughter the most privacy.

Mew?

What was that noise? And what was that tugging sensation at the leg of his pants? He peered down in the direction from which the irritating sound had come and was greeted by a tiny orange kitten that had the mistaken notion that his leg was a climbing post. Infernal creature! One glance at his face, and the furry little nuisance was suddenly at the other end of the room, having cleared it within several skittish bounds. Good riddance!

[Waiting for his Dear Daughter]

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[fourstonewalls]

Lana strode into the Sun Room and straight over to the bulletin board. Once there, she pulled out her notebook and started jotting down anything and everything she came across.

One particular series of notes caught her eye; the cover story of a video game was as clumsy as the Institute's was not, but the notes had been left to stand. It seemed a flimsy alibi stood without inspection; only what must be obscenities and a few logistical details had been pruned from any of the discussions. Though that didn't take into account any which had been removed in toto. She was just about to close the book on that conversation when her forward progress ran aground on handwriting that matched the hair she'd spotted in the cafeteria. Handwriting that she received almost as often as memos from the prosecutors she supervised; notes substituted for conversation when she came home too late or too silent.

She stood there, reading and re-reading the handful of sentences, looking for some tell-tale mark that would transform it into someone else's handwriting. Looking for an excuse to insist she was alone in this prison.

[closed to Ema Skye]

[scientist-skye.livejournal.com]

The nurses hadn't exactly been thrilled with the way Ema rushed through her shower and then insisted on being taken to the Sun Room, but considering that the girl had at least been compliant in going to the showers in the first place her request was difficult to deny. Especially considering the fact that the girl refused to take 'no' for an answer; she hadn't become violent, but she certainly was adamant. Even with her hair still wet and her clothes sticking to her limbs where she hadn't dried off completely before throwing them on, Ema made it very clear that she had no intentions of staying in the showers for any longer than she already had.

And it was with still-wet hair that Ema arrived in the Sun Room a little while into the morning shift. One quick glance-over the room located Lana rather quickly; she was staring at the bulletin board, examining some series of notes very carefully. How very like Lana, to be already investigating the area. Ema had expected no less.

What Ema wanted to do was charge her sister and cling to her for awhile. What Ema actually did was approach slowly, uncertain as to how her sister might react. She didn't say anything until she was close.

"Lana?"

[number-crunch.livejournal.com]

Incompetent integrals who couldn't even understand the importance of his announcement aside, Sho was still in a great mood. Striding into the Sun Room, Sho noticed his victory declaration had been taken down - considering who had answered before, he knew who it was, so he wrote the kid a note back, leaving his laughter on to the paper rather than hurting himself laughing again.

Settling down in a nearby couch, the Reaper realized he might have eaten a bit much - his injured ribs felt like they were creaking under the strain of the added volume in his stomach. Ah, well. A little discomfort was nothing compared to his good mood.

[for Mr. H]

[catstreetblues.livejournal.com]

Rather foolishly, Sanae had assumed that if he avoided the courtyard, he could put off talking to Minamimoto. By the time he noticed his error, however, the nurse was already prodding him into the room. So much for him.

Ah, well, perhaps it didn't matter? Sanae was feeling a little less shell-shocked after his talk with Renamon (and perhaps a little inspired too); he could handle the Reaper without developing a migraine as long as he knew what he was getting himself into. Minamimoto would spend most of his breath on taunts; that was a given. Sanae would take it all with his usual patience, of course, but he did want to give the new Composer a little warning - a little deja vu. Now to make it look easy.

He sat down on the couch next to Sho, catching himself before he went a little too far with his act and threw a casual arm around the other man. "So, how'd you do it, huh?" This ought to be good.

[lighthearted]

[From here.]

The dampness of Sora's hair made it so that its usual shape was slightly weighed down by the water, and yet his spikes were still fighting to poke out the way they always did. He ran a hand through all of it, letting out a small sigh as he headed toward an empty seat. It looked like he'd showered pretty quickly, since the Sun Room was still almost empty.

Maybe he should have savored the hot water and the soap for a little longer, but there was no point in dwelling on it now.

Sitting down in a comfy armchair, the boy pulled his legs up and then crossed them comfortably. With his body all warmed up from the shower, he was almost tempted to take a nap. What he really knew he should be doing, though, was keeping an eye out for Riku or Kairi. Both of them were probably still getting clean (or on their way to), but he made sure to watch for them nonetheless.

[For Luxord!]

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

Well, that had been an embarrassing night. To spend all his time losing track of his location and missing an important date? He could very well defend himself by reminding those interested that a maze by definition was something meant to confuse and disorient those inside it by creating cut-and-paste walls of unmemorable architecture and therefore he was not at fault for being easily mislead in this institute, but...

Ah well. You couldn't very much win them all. As long as his unfortunate traveling time was not mistaken as an attempt to temporize, it was fine. He would make up for this loss later.

But this morning the weather was woesome outside and while Luxord did not particularly mind one way or the other, it seemed Nursey insisted he stay inside lest he catch something. This was also taken in stride and with a polite smile to the woman as they made their way to the Sun Room. Soon, he found himself eying a familiar set of spikes. Instinct declared it to be Roxas, but Fate insisted it were someone else.

The Keybearer...

"Good morning, Sora," he greeted, making his way over to visit with his hands placed behind his back. No need to call him Roxas if the latter was not present. "How has the game been treating you?"

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

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Showering had been far more painful than a shower had any right to be. Falis wasn't even sure if she managed to get all the blood out from the depths of her hair. She'd refused to let the nurses help her, not cleaning herself far quicker than she usually did if only because of the pain.

Curling up on the couch, Falis rest her head against the backrest and closed her eyes. Owwww...

[Hokuto]

[akarusa.livejournal.com]

[[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/833513.html?thread=66772713#t66772713).]]

Hokuto wondered dully if she should just go back to her room; only when she saw Falis did she remember why she hadn't asked for it. She wanted to cry for a moment, but once again this was a grief too deep for tears.

She did see that Falis was hurt, so she only sat down next to her and then curled up, head on her girl's shoulder. "Hi," she whispered. Even that one little word made it very clear that she was not okay.

[iwhipthefool.livejournal.com]

She had her powder. The prosecutor had awoken to find it neatly packed away as she'd had it last night, but she had little time to do anything other than confirm its presence before she could hear her nurse coming. Janet was a loud woman, often chattering with the orderlies as she came down the hall, and Franziska, for once, was thankful for that. She locked her drawer where she hid the powder and her father's fingerprints and then turned, arms crossed when the door opened behind her.

"Good morning, Wilhe--"

"You're late."

"We thought you might like to sleep in a bit. You're always so stre--"

Franziska's hand slammed onto the table, causing a pen left there for some strange reason to jump and roll in a frantic circle. "You're late," she repeated, earning an exasperated sigh from the nurse. Good deed or no, Franziska hated being left to sleep longer than she liked. "I have things to attend to. Take me to the Sun Room immediately."

Even as her nurse hemmed and hawed, saying she should go outside and enjoy the fresh air, Franziska managed to get to the Sun Room without much difficulty. What lay ahead of her was like a gauntlet, a dangerous task that could mean her death as a von Karma if she took so much as a single wrong step. She had to be a model of perfection, keep her emotions off her face, and never let her father know that she was all but one step away from incriminating him as an attempted murderer. The victim was gone, but the case and the other witnesses remained - or so she hoped. If she lost both of them, fingerprints wouldn't matter a wink. Sure, she could pin him for the crime, but for what purpose? Justice?

At one time, she would have thought that would be all she needed to drive her forward. Now she wasn't so sure.

"You called, Papa?" she asked, being sure to curtsey as she drew within range. It was strange, seeing him like this again. The last time they'd spoken, he'd believed he was someone else. Now, he seemed back to normal, if the fleeing kitten and the scowl on his face was any indication.

[lawful_perfect]

There she was. Finally. The elder prosecutor had already seen Franziska before she approached his table. He noticed her momentarily tracking the little pest as it scampered across the room away from him. His arms were folded in a disdainful, tight cross as he glared at the damned cat. Hmph. Has the Head Lunatic never considered the likelihood that any of his prisoners might be allergic to these useless, parasite-ridden creatures? A health hazard! Yet another infraction to include on the list of charges I will personally serve Landel!

Now he turned to his daughter, nodding at her in return to her formal curtsy. "Yes, Franziska. I have several matters to discuss with you. Please take a seat." He motioned to the empty chair next to him.

Once the young woman had done so, von Karma launched straight into his point. "Over the past several days, I have observed your interactions on the bulletin board. In a place like this, you need to exercise better discretion in what information you share on that public board, Franziska. For instance," his voice became deeper and took on a sharper edge, as he looked straight into her eyes, "anyone who has casually scanned the board yesterday would learn which room you're assigned to. Have you forgotten what I taught you about disclosing such sensitive information? Explain this carelessness, daughter!"

[jouer-sans-voir.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/833513.html?thread=66771177#t66771177)]

The Sun Room barely deserved its name today, with only the overhanging gloom visible through the large skylights. Nunnally glanced up with a slight frown, then suppressed a sigh and made her careful way across the room toward one of the sofas. The orderlies weren't hovering quite as closely today, she'd noticed; perhaps they trusted her to be able to better manage the crutches? It seemed odd, though, since she'd only just started to use them a day ago. And already she didn't need the braces. How was any of it possible?

They were questions that probably never would be answered. Perhaps Lelouch would have an idea, if she asked him, but -- well, he had many things to do, she was certain. There had to be someone else she could ask. If she posted on the bulletin, though, he'd definitely see it, and there couldn't be very many other people here in her same condition. She had seen a couple in wheelchairs, but from what she could tell it was simply because they had been injured here (something that seemed relatively common, and reinforced the information that it was dangerous at night).

Still caught up in her thoughts, Nunnally carefully lowered herself to a seat, shaking her head at the orderly who'd moved as though wanting to assist her. She leaned the crutches against the arm of the sofa and leaned back, then wrinkled her nose a little and resettled herself so that she wasn't leaning against her damp hair. Perhaps the kitten that had been in the room the day before was still around. Or another one, perhaps... she wouldn't mind the company.

[for an old man]

[whichwayagain.livejournal.com]

Though the weather might have bothered some, Mihai had only ever known gray skies and cold winds. So he didn't understand his nurse's sigh as the woman turned her eyes upward, nor her insistence that patients shouldn't be exposed to such conditions. Others obviously had more luck when it came to convincing their keepers, but this woman's stubbornness rivaled Kiri's in all the worst ways. So Mihai resigned himself to remaining indoors a bit longer.

There were benefits to it at least. Mihai spent several long minutes looking over the bulletin, where he penned several replies that might have saved Badou from himself. Considering the rumored dangers, and the effects they'd already taken, Mihai certainly saw the necessity for extreme measures. Haine at least had unnatural healing to his benefit, and Mihai had fought through more than his share of confrontations with only whatever surrounded him to serve as aide. Badou, however, would be more successful in an effort to light a cigarette with a spoon, as opposed to using it to kill a man.

Somewhere between the words, however, the cap of Mihai's pen fell to the floor. Cheap products produced in mass were the hallmark of a younger generation, and the old man shook his head at the thought. But as it turned out, someone else would be delighted by the changing times. The bit of bouncing plastic had caught the eye of a kitten, and before Mihai could retrieve it, the feline had pounced, batting at the thing as if it were a mouse. The old man let out a laugh as he watched, deeming it harmless. At least until the cat managed to hit its prey across the room.

"Hey, now. It's not good to make a mess." The lecture thankfully was in jest, as the kitten paid as much attention to Mihai as--well, Badou, if he were honest with himself. Glad that he wasn't so old that he couldn't keep up, Mihai followed after the cat, until he found himself in front of a couch. That wouldn't have been so bad, except there was also a young woman there, who now had a pen cap between her feet.

"Oh. Excuse me." Mihai smiled to the girl, who had just come from the shower if her hair was any indication. Kneeling down, he picked up the top, then held it up to prove his intentions innocent. Much to the dismay of the kitten, of course. "I'm afraid this got away from me for a moment."

[fuzzy-diablo.livejournal.com]

Kurt came out of the shower, rubbing his hair with a towel, which he gladly handed over to a nurse once he was done. That shower had felt great, though he was still a little hungry after sleeping through breakfast. Ah well, lunch would be coming up soon enough, and Kurt wasn't the type to starve.

He did take a moment to dash off a note about Logan's disappearance (though... sadly he didn't think it would help much), then settled into a couch to curl up. It was a little nippy today, and he really wished he'd had his fur at this point to keep him a little warmer.

Tracing the dark bruise around his wrist from when the blind guy had yanked so hard on his bracelet. There was a larger one that he decided looked a little like Montana about six inches above it. He wondered with a depressed sigh how long it would take for them to disappear. Definitely not as long as it usually took, which was good. He just had to hold out until then, and hope that no one got as upset as Terry and Peter had.

[For Indy!]

[its-the-mileage.livejournal.com]

The courtyard didn't hold any particular appeal for Indy, who'd experienced plenty of cold weather and took just about every chance to get out of it that he could. Since an expedition to, say, Peru was evidently out of the question, he accepted the nurse's offer of the next best thing and allowed her to lead him to a couch in the Sun Room. It was a pretty poor substitute, Indy thought.

Since it was the best he was going to get, though, he gamely turned toward the other occupant of the couch to strike up the requisite conversation. It was another teenaged boy (why was there such an abundance of teenage boys and lawyers around here, Indy wondered yet again. He couldn't think of any connection), dark hair, narrow face. One of his arms was badly bruised--recently, too, judging by the color.

"Rough night?" Indy asked conversationally, gesturing to the bruises. Seemed like as good an opening as any.

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

Heiji wasn't too happy to come out of his shower, as the Sun Room was colder than the steamy, warm showers. But Heiji thought that just hanging out in the showers was just a little... suspect. Plus he didn't need to see Shinichi naked and arguing again. That was just awkward.

He wished he could curl up in a patch of sun, but as it was overcast, that didn't seem to be an option. So Heiji put his hands in his pockets and perused the board.

How was he going to break this news to Kenren? No doubt Shinichi was thinking the same thing: pinning a crime on a released prisoner was cold comfort. There was no way to exact justice. Kenren would have to live without his friend and know that the murderer was somewhere else. Possibly in pain, possibly dead, possibly home... No matter where Takasugi was, he wasn't in a place where Kenren could face him.

The detective's shoulders slumped a little, and his eyes trained downwards until he was just standing in front of the bulletin board. The truth hurt the detectives more than those who had lost the victim.

[For Ayumu!]

[tostepforward.livejournal.com]

Normally Ayumu was awake well before the nurse arrived to fetch her in the morning; after years of rising before the sun she simply couldn't sleep late, nor could she sleep when someone was in the room with her. And yet this morning she awoke to find a nurse shaking her shoulder and had to quickly supress the immediate impulse to fight back. The nurse just chuckled at how her patient had started awake, chiding her for being a "sleepyhead" and missing breakfast.

She'd missed breakfast? Slept through an entire shift, only to be forced awake, without doing so at the mere sound of footsteps outside her door? Impossible, completely impossible, which hinted at interference from the Institute itself. Well did she recall the day spent believing herself to be another, and none of that pleased her at all.

It left her in a somewhat pensive mood as she was led to the Sun Room, and when the nurse started to offer her a coat, chattering about how cold it was outside, Ayumu shook her head and quietly asked to stay indoors today. The excuse of not feeling well seemed to work, and the nurse patted her on the shoulder (and again the kunoichi had to suppress the impulse for violence; her temper was certainly off today) before bustling off with the coat again. Ayumu watched her go for a moment before turning back to the room proper.

After a brief survey of those present, she drifted as though by chance over to the bulletin, toward the young man standing there. "You're not pleased, now that you've found what you were searching for?" she asked once close enough, keeping her voice quiet to deter eavesdropping, but her smile was friendly.

[composers-proxy.livejournal.com]

[[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/832434.html?thread=66781874#t66781874)]]

While he felt cleaner, the shower hadn't done much to lift his spirits. And walking into the Sun Room, who were the first people he saw? Minamimoto. Talking with Mr.H. Neku's hands clenched into fists at his sides. They were just chatting it up like old friends! Had they been right all along? Had CAT really been the one pulling the strings in Shibuya. He wanted answers and right now, he didn't care what it took to get them.

Glaring in their direction, he made a beeline toward the two men.

[Sheena]

[mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com]

Sheena was nervous. She'd stayed in her room, missed breakfast, hoping to get some extra sleep and calm her nerves down. It didn't work. She was worried about the things that could go wrong that night, afraid Yukari would just laugh at her, wondering if there would be any monsters in the kitchen that night...

When she realized that the nurse had brought her to the Sun Room, Sheena practically panicked. This was most likely where that damn youkai was going to be and, if she saw Sheena, would probably make a point of teasing her about their date that night. As if one tease wouldn't make her explode into tiny ninja bits.

Seeing Neku, Sheena reacted without any real regard as to what the boy might have been doing, only vaguely recognizing in the back of her mind that he was probably on the way to get himself sedated. "Hey, come with me," she said.

Grasping him firmly by the hand, she dragged him outside after her.

[to here] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/832168.html?thread=66783400#t66783400)

[vitale.livejournal.com]

Well, she had missed breakfast. Not surprisingly, Bella wasn't all that hungry, so she didn't take it as a large loss. After all, lunch would be in a few hours, so she was good until then.

When given a choice, the teenager picked the Sun Room. Not exactly the most exciting choice, but she was still somewhat tired, so she didn't mind. Moving over towards an empty couch, she plopped herself down with a soft grunt, reaching out to grasp onto a stray pillow as she looked around.

She wondered how Edward was doing. She couldn't see him, but that was okay. Weren't the "children" supposed to be in the showers? Bella couldn't help but chuckle at that thought - he was over 100 years old, but because his legal age was still 17, he was still considered a child. The poor thing.

That was one good thing about being eighteen, she supposed. She wasn't forced into showering with children.

Sighing to herself, Bella wondered if maybe she should go check out the bulletin board instead ... but her sleepy attitude kept her seated, and she soon found herself gazing off at nothing.

[host-club-honey.livejournal.com]

[[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/832434.html?thread=66786482#t66786482)]]

Once all nice and clean, Honey glanced around the Sun Room, checking for someone fun to sit with. There were several options, but there was a quiet girl sitting by herself that seemed like she might be fun. And he hadn't seen her before, so it would be polite to introduce himself, right?

Honey wandered over, holding his pink stuffed rabbit a little shyly in front of him as he smiled up at her.

"Hi!" he tried once he was close enough to introduce himself. She seemed really pretty, maybe she was nice too. It was always sad when pretty girls ended up being all mean or scary. Or maybe she was like Haru-chan? Rather than keep wondering he took a couple steps closer, putting on his friendliest smile. "I'm Honey! What's your name?"

[spandexorgtfo.livejournal.com]

Kratos woke up feeling entirely out of sorts, and the source was immediately evident. True, his elbow had been put to rights last night, but now he had a monstrous contraption bolted onto nearly his entire right arm that not only barely allowed his arm any movement at all but also looked extremely unaesthetic. There would be no disguising this, not even against the grays of the standard Landel's uniform.

Despite his insistence that he needed to have a breath of fresh air once in a while, the nurse firmly claimed that no, the weather would be bad for his arm - what nonsense - and that wouldn't some rest in the Sun Room be better? As if he hadn't already gotten enough...however, Kratos knew better than to argue for long, so he acquiesced and allowed her to walk him slowly (He had injured his elbow, not his leg.) over to the Sun Room and settle him onto a couch.

"I'm fine," he said irritably, waving her off with his free arm. "I won't faint and fall over if you leave me be for an hour, I assure you." As soon as she was gone, Kratos let out a deep, unhappy sigh. This was unfortunate.

[for Raine]

[per-ardua.livejournal.com]

There was just something about waking up to the same ceiling in the same institution she had been in for nearly a month, with almost nothing ever changing for the better, that soured Raine's mood before she even got out of bed. Her night hadn't been entirely wasted, but that didn't always help.

When she got into the Sun Room, seeing Kratos was something of a relief--and by now that didn't even feel very odd. Walking over to him, she saw that he hadn't escaped the battle she'd run from unscathed. And found that yes, she still got angry over not being able to even be the support in a fight. The anger helped, a little; the last thing she wanted was to sink back into the depression only losing Reinforce had snapped her out of.

"How did the battle go?" She couldn't even identify what was on his arm; she'd never before seen a... splint with an elbow joint?

[chainsaw-royal.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/833513.html?thread=66796521#t66796521)]

Still drying her hair absently with a commandeered towel - either her commanding presence or her previous good behavior wrested this privilege from her attending nurse, she really couldn't care which - Hime entered the Sun Room, settling down in a couch as she continued her work and her thinking.

She had, of course, worked with underlings who were at odds with each other before, but this wasn't anything like the nearly comedic back-and-forth play between Reira and Riza. Even if Teresa did have a sense of humor, it wasn't one that could end well for Kagura if Hime wasn't careful about how they interacted. Then there was the girl herself - what was it Teresa had sensed? She'd have to ask her - and the taller warrior - what this was all about at some point.

First she wanted to finish drying her hair though.

[For Tsuchimiya]

[cursed-exorcist.livejournal.com]

"Ah... I feel revived." Kagura sighed as she ran a hand through her wet hair. Even though she had tried to dry it, her hair was still damp from her shower. Nonetheless, she wouldn't have traded anything for the refreshing way that her body felt.

As she entered the Sun Room, her eyes unconsciously sought out familiar faces. Kagura might have faced down evil spirits on a daily basis, but she still didn't like to impose her presence on strangers.

"Hime," Kagura said as she made her way over. In the daytime, there was no need to conceal her presence, not like during the nightshift.

[emotionl4arobot.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/832434.html?thread=66800050#t66800050)]

Now cleaner - and thankfully clothed again - Brainiac 5 made his way into the Sun Room with a definite goal in mind and his note book securely under one arm. His nurse was more than happy to get him a few more sheets of blank paper and some pencils from the Arts and Crafts room, and he took the chance to glance over the information board while she did so, only frowning slightly when he noticed the note with his name on it - and its contents - before calmly tearing it down.

He thanked the nurse for the supplies when she returned and took them and the note book to an out of the way corner where he sat down on the floor, notebook open beside him and paper spread out around him. Then he began rapidly sketching something out in precise, neat lines of pencil on paper.

Unfortunately one detail he should have considered before picking his spot was the number of often hyperactive kittens in the area who might be drawn to the rapid movements of the pencil or the paper lying about on the floor. His neat sketch didn't remain like that for very long before it suddenly contained a lot less neatness and a lot more kitten.

"Hey!"

[Free! Act now and get bonus kitten!]

[mukuchi.livejournal.com]

Mori had woken up late again, which would have been more concerning if he hadn't woken up feeling rested. Usually when these things happened, he woke up groggy and wondering what in the world happened and why he was suddenly late. This time, it was a simple matter of sleeping in, which his body apparently needed. That was good. He remembered hearing somewhere that he could be a little scary when he was sleepy and that was the last thing he wanted right now.

Which was why, when he was heading into the Sun Room, ready to make a beeline for Mitsukuni, he paused halfway there. A young boy was on the ground, trying to draw and a kitten was most happily interfering. The pencil lines were pretty much ruined as the cat rolled around and tried to chase the hand that held the pencil and the pencil itself. Mori glanced toward Mitsukuni again, noted the girl he was with and then changed directions for the stranger. Reaching down, Mori picked the kitten up by the scruff of its neck, eliciting a surprised mewl from it before it fell limp as if Mori was its mother. Weird how he had that affect on animals.

Once he was certain the kitten wasn't in any pain with the way he was holding it for the moment, he looked to the boy the cat had been bothering and raised an eyebrow as if to ask if he were okay.

[tightsofmight]

[From here, and for Dean Winchester.]

He could learn to hate the Sun Room. In fact he already kind of did, considering how half of his time was spent there and there was jack all to do and barely any sun in the first place. Yet when a lengthy argument with his nurse over being let out into the courtyard granted him exactly what he wanted, he ducked back in after two minutes half frozen and declaring himself stricken with pneumonia. She made that stink eye badger face of hers that brought all the boys to the yard and steered him back in.

So he was to spend another shift flopped over an armchair doing nothing but warming the icicles from his hair. (Note to self: Wet hair and frosty air do not a happy couple make.) The board was painfully devoid of I'm Back notes from Logan. If the man didn't fix that by fourth shift Peter was doing it for him, complete with full color illustrations and plenty of 'bub's and 'eh's stuck in. It would be signed with a stab through the paper, like all of Logan's letter's must be. What else were knuckle knives good for?

Peter dutifully penned a few notes of his own, feeling immensely like a jerk over sharing his unique theory on the time-travel-magical-planet shindig (even if she had asked, and didn't even seem that upset over it). Ugh. Why did he speak up at all? Too late now, of course, but nobody else was offering information. He knew how frustrating it was to deal with that stuff and had wanted to help. Most people found out about the fiction deal sooner or later anyway. More than were probably letting on.

Or that could be him trying to justify it all. Most likely. It wasn't working that well.

He pried himself away from the board and claimed a sofa, crossing his legs on the seat. With any luck they would meet sometime and he could apologize in person. Gauge her reaction a little better than just squinting at words on paper. He was pretty sure it was a her.

In the meantime, boredom awaited. Peter settled in for a long shift.

[kindalikedit]

[Ack, sorry about the delay]

He told himself that aside from getting jack shit done and a hunter injured, it'd been a relatively stress-free night. Sure, he got told off by some old dude who wasn't like no doctor he'd ever run into, but on the other hand, Ruby had practically given him a peek show and it confirmed that those dumpy patient shirts the chicks wore here? Were a damn crime.

Dean started to look for Sam but when he asked about his brother, he got the run around. Supposedly he'd been taken for therapy. Hopefully it wasn't Doctor Ice Bitch, although maybe Sam might have better luck than he did. He was the one who'd spent hours in therapy that time, bitching about stuff to a civilian even though that totally wasn't what they were there for. Felt like a long time ago, now that he thought about it. Dean wandered into the Sun Room, saw that damn cat already making eyes at him, and veered away, heading for a couch with a kid on it. He dropped down next to him.

"I swear, those cats are gonna cut you in your sleep," he said.

[donetakinorders.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/832434.html?thread=66801586#t66801586)]

Out in the Sun Room again, Raphael picked an empty chair and threw himself bodily into it with a sigh. Another night gone by with nothing done; he was no closer to getting home and back to his brothers and he'd come nowhere near close to working out all his frustrations in the fight either. Of course Raph knew as well as anyone that he couldn't work out his problems like that, as much as he liked to try. One fight led to another, bigger fight, which led to another, and another... Until he either ran into something that he couldn't beat down or something else came along for him to turn his frustrations onto.

Before he could have counted on his brothers to help snap him out of the cycle, but now? Now he was just starting to wonder how many things he'd have to fight before he could get a shot at Landel himself. That was the way it tended to go in his experience. You took out the little guys until the loser in charge had no choice but to come after you themselves.

And hey, it was better than any of the other 'plans' people seemed to have. Waiting and finding weapons, never getting any real action. Well they could play their little waiting games all they damn well liked. Raph was going to find a way to get home, one way or another.

So if that turned out to be through as many of these monsters as possible? He could take it. Hell, he'd enjoy it.

A dangerous smile lifted the corners of his mouth. Now all he had to do was find a starting point.

[For Prussia!]

[hat_einen_vogel]

The woman from earlier had come to shuffle him off to another room after exchanging a few words with the one who had watched him like a hawk throughout breakfast.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Gilbert," she said, insisting on taking his arm as she escorted him through a whole one door from the mess into some kind of lounge. "You should really try to get along better with people instead of punching them. Poor Arthur! And you're lucky to have gotten off with just a warning!"

Prussia tried to pull away from her (why was she leading him around, anyway?), but her grip on his arm was like iron. He was reminded again of Hungary.

"I think it would be best if you and Arthur kept some distance for a while. If you have a problem with him next time, try talking about it instead of resorting to violence."

He glanced around the room as she led him through it, locating the doors and then checking out the faces in the crowd; England might not be the only one he'd recognize...

Prussia almost didn't notice when they'd come to a stop by a young man sitting in one of the chairs, but the woman's (decidedly annoying) voice got his attention. Well, that and the hand that was now forcing him to sit down. What was with this woman?

"Why don't you and Roy get to know each other, Gilbert? Maybe it could have a positive influence for you both," the woman was suggesting. She smiled sweetly at the seated youth, and then hurried off without so much as waiting for a reply from either of them. Prussia felt rather affronted by the whole thing, and it didn't help that he could practically feel the eyes of the other nurses trained on them.

He glanced at the guy he'd been forced upon, assessing him quickly: short, but muscular, with unruly hair and the look of a fighter. He supposed he could have ended up with worse company... like some Austrian sissy.

"So what did you do to deserve all this?" he asked Roy, shifting in the chair to at least get comfortable.

[herr-inspektor.livejournal.com]

Another contact acquired- and a prosecutor at that. Now that Miles Edgeworth had officially left the facility it was good to know that he still had some sort of legal backing, in an curiously presumptive way. Perhaps it was the fact that he would have believable backing on the complete implausibility of the situation when they were released-- but then again, he'd been preparing his testimony for Ruhenheim, and that had been beyond the realms of... well. Anything.

At any rate, he could only hope that she would prove as... flexible as the prosecutors he'd dealt with in the past. Minor transgressions had to be overlooked to protect the overall integrity of the case. Many of them had understood that- they hadn't had a choice, in most cases, but most found themselves able to co-operate. But in a place like this, Lunge couldn't help but wonder just what kinds of 'transgressions' he would end up making. In a place like this, anything could happen. Whether or not he was prepared for it was-

No.

Lunge settled himself into the Sun Room in silence. "Perhaps the man you were waiting for has therapy today, Mr. Jung?" his nurse had offered, shepherding him in out of the cold with a smile. "It might be better if you waited inside for them."

'Morgan'. Was it likely that they were seeing a doctor? Or was it more likely that he was wasting his time, or was simply being tested? Hmm. Blond, in his twenties... it was a vague description at best, one that matched a good third of the patient populace. Well. If Morgan wanted to be coy, so be it. He had other things to consider.

[see-my-back.livejournal.com]

[[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/833513.html?thread=66812137#t66812137)]]

It'd become habit to check the bulletin often, whether it was for her teammates or for the general information that got passed around the board. So while she waited for her hair to dry, she started glancing over the notes again, surprised when an Uchiha symbol found its way into a rather prominent post. What was "ping-pong" anyway?

Chalking it up to some kind of mistranslation, she looked for a good spot to sit, only to see a somewhat familiar face. Last time she'd meant to meet with the inspector, she... hadn't been at her best. The man probably wasn't able to take her seriously after that and she'd been trying her best to actually get things done! Ugh... maybe it would be a good idea to try to mend some bridges. Or however that worked.

"Hey um, sorry about that stuff a few days ago," she started once she approached him. "I wasn't myself. But I'm Sakura. I- we talked on the bulletin?"

[goldenroulette.livejournal.com]

There was a long list of things that Beatrice disapproved of, and on that list was going out in the rain - when it wasn't on her own terms. She was perfectly fine going out in a storm when she was so inclined, but this kind of constant misty rain was not her kind of weather. So, she settled on a couch in the Sun Room, spreading out over it as if she owned it.

Which she might have, had this been her domain. As it was, she wound up having to share her space with a grey kitten with blue eyes. The cat itself was a bit unnerving. It reminded her far too much of a certain witch with a bow around her own tail.

This one seemed content to turn in a circle and sleep, though, and she couldn't say she faulted its judgment.

[free!]

[adorkabledragon.livejournal.com]

Keman was torn. He wanted to go outside, wanted to breathe fresh air for once, but he didn't want to catch a cold. He'd showered in record time, dodging his nurse and her waiting scissors. Especially after this morning, he couldn't stand the idea of getting his hair cut. It hung limply around his face, dripping down his collar and reinforcing his choice not to go out into the cold. Being stuck as a halfblood meant that there was a very good chance that he could catch sick now. He didn't want to push his luck.

The Sun Room was warm, at least, even if the light that filtered through the windows was flat and gray. A kitten trailed at his heels as he wandered aimlessly around the room, pausing at the message board. After that, he turned...

...and walked straight into a couch.

"Ow."

[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

While there was something to be said for walking through light rain during a patrol, chin buried in the lapels of a worn greatcoat, there was neither patrol nor greatcoat here. Besides, his journal would only get wet. Javert elected to go to the Sun Room instead; he had notes to take and people to find.

He seated himself near the bulletin board, opening his journal and going through his notes once more. He was about to turn his attention to the bulletin board when the tickling of fur on the backs of his hands gave him pause. He looked down, and saw that the black and white cat from several days ago had puddled back into his lap and was staring up at him insistently.

[giftofstars.livejournal.com]

[coming from after her shower (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/833513.html?thread=66780905#t66780905)]

Recalling what the head doctor had mentioned this morning, Sakura headed to the Sun Room instead of going out to the courtyard. Although she originally hoped to go out and get some fresh air, she didn't want to catch a cold from the rain which seemed to be on the verge of falling any minute. Plus, she didn't want to get dirty after she had just showered, so the Sun Room was the obvious choice.

Since the skies were grey with the promise of rain, the Sun Room looked darker and less warm than it usually did. Yet at the same time, the Sun Room never seemed to look as dreary or ominous during the day as during the night, so Sakura was always able to find some sort of comfort from being in the room during the day.

Sakura looked over at the bulletin board, wondering if there was any new information there which could help her, and caught sight of a man and a black and white cat on the bench next to the board. She put on a smile and cheerfully walked over.

"Hello! You're cat is really cute!"

[lady-general.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/832168.html?thread=66755240#t66832296)]

Tugging the elastic from her hair, Celes pulled her fingers through the braid, intent on finding something for her hands to do while she looked for Hitsugaya. According to Hinamori, he was a trustworthy person. Celes wondered at the prospect of bequeathing him the entirety of the cooking club (however few members it had left). Though really with no 'chefs' that did any of the cooking, what was the point? It'd be in everyone's best interest if she abolished the whole silly thing and started afresh.

Celes hovered at the end of a couch, coiling the long tendrils of hair with one finger before gathering up the heavy blond mass and braiding it into a complicated, straight plait.

[Hitsugaya]

[itstaichoutoyou.livejournal.com]

Hitsugaya was still drying his hair when he entered the Sun Room, using a towel he had procured from the shower. Earlier, the nurse thought he needed help, but he silenced her with his trademark glare.

He looked around for Celes, the reason he came here, and eventually found her through the crowd, near a couch. He walked over and announced his presence. Since this was their first meeting, it might not be the right person. "Are you General Celes Chere?"