Day 48: Courtyard [Fourth Shift]

[gald_digger]

So much for a relaxing shower. Anise couldn't possibly relax around someone with a voice like that! This was beyond weird. How could a girl who didn't have any relation to Sync have the exact same voice as him?

And what made it even weirder was that this wasn't even the first time Anise had encountered something like that. There was a boy, who also had tattoos like hers, who sounded just like Luke. What was his name? It was so long ago, Anise couldn't remember. Maybe she'd know it if she heard it again, but...

That gave her an idea. She wasn't using her journal for much besides cooking notes, recipes, and a few room numbers, right? Maybe from now on, whenever she saw or heard something really strange or suspicious, she'd write it down. Then, if it happened again or she learned more about it, she could look back to the entry and add the details. She'd call it... 'Anise's Mystery Diary.' That sounded kind of cool!

During the lunch shift, Anise worked on putting as many memories as possible to paper. The radio man, the rumored third floor, the ruins she found last night, things like that. By the time fourth shift rolled around, she wasn't quite done yet. It was getting harder to think of more things to write about, even though she was sure there were hundreds of mysteries in the institute. Maybe she'd feel more inspired if she took her writing outside.

"Oh, Dolores!" A nurse came to stop her as she was walking out the door. "If you're going outside, you should put on a coat! We wouldn't want you catching a cold." Even though Anise disliked being assisted by the nurses, she cooperated as the woman helped her into the coat, quickly putting Tokunaga back in its place on her back when they were finished. It did look kind of cold out, so there was no point in arguing.

Outside, Anise found herself a bench to sit on while she wrote some more in her journal. Occasionally she'd pause and fidget with the pen for a bit, or doodle some stars and other shapes into the corner of the page she was on, unsure of what to write next.

[free!]

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[jouer-sans-voir.livejournal.com]

A field trip? How could a field trip be particularly nerve-wracking? Nunnally's puzzled expression remained in place up until he mentioned night in connection with it. If everyone was out of the building and in the open (or at least a different place) when night fell, then what she'd already been told was dangerous would abruptly become more dangerous still. The ideas of monsters were still vague and abstract to her, as she'd never seen anything of the sort, but -- she could imagine.

"Oh, I...I see." She frowned slightly, confusion shifting to concern. He had to be worried that the same thing would happen again this week, and it wouldn't be surprising. Would it? If so, what would she do? On a normal night she could simply stay in her room and be safe, but without that refuge...Suzaku was here, Lelouch was here, but was it right to depend on them? To force them to burden themselves with her safety? She couldn't say as much to them, though, since they wouldn't mind and would repeat that to her. Still, though.

At the question she blinked, shaking herself out of her brief reverie. "I do, I...my brother has been here for a while. I'm sure that he'll know what to do." Had he already considered the field trip, then? Knowing him, it was likely. But he hadn't said anything, and she didn't want to assume....

[feartehreaper.livejournal.com]

"Your brother," Haseo repeated, having to frown at the idea of having siblings around at the institute. For him, it wasn't a particularly pleasant thought, considering he didn't really get along with either of his. It wasn't like he wished death on them or anything, but the reasons why he didn't want his family around here definitely stretched further than concern for their safety.

"Huh," he said then, dragging himself out of that brief mental tangent and running a hand through the front of his hair, "Can they actually... you know, fight?" A fair enough question for the place, right? But admittedly a little odd in conversation that was talking about people who weren't characters in a show or game or something.

"Uh... I'm Haseo, by the way." That was a late introduction, Haseo's mouth feeling weird around words he didn't even say inside 'The World'. Yet another reason to be annoyed- here he was in his PC's body, and yet it wasn't possible any more to read the names and remaining life for the people around him. He'd almost be willing to give up half his actual lifespan for that particular ability right now.

[jouer-sans-voir.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I talked to him yesterday and he explained the situation." Did he think having family here was a bad thing? If not for Lelouch (or Suzaku, or Euphemia) Nunnally might not have realized the potential danger in this place. It would be difficult to believe a stranger who told you that there were monsters in the hallways at night, after all.

The idea of him fighting, though...didn't seem terribly likely. Not that she wanted to worry this young man; he seemed polite enough, despite the odd tattoos on his face. Maybe that was normal where he came from. It wouldn't be polite to point it out, though, so she didn't. "I'll be fine," she assured, with a smile. "You don't need to worry."

But, oh, she'd forgotten her manners entirely. She inclined her head in acknowledgement and a sort of belated greeting, her smile widening. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Nunnally. It's nice to meet you." Was that a first or last name? Or did he only have one name? Curious.