Day 48: Intercom, Evening

[damned-intercom.livejournal.com]

"AACHOO! Ahem!" The Head Doctor's slightly-better-but-still-congested voice came on clearly over the intercom. The sound of Nurse Lydia sighing and pulling out a tissue from somewhere in the background was also audible.

"Ah! Yes, thank you..." the Head Doctor muttered before continuing: "Well, it seems like today, like all days, must come to an end, even if it wasn't quite as bright and cheerful as we would like, hmmm? In any case, everyone will now be escorted to their quarters.... mmaahh... AAACHOO! Ah! Erb– yes, to their quarters, where they'll be served some Atlantic wild-caught salmon seasoned with garlic and herbs, along with mashed potatoes and a small garden salad. Our usual vegetarian alternatives and drinks are also available, along with a chocolate mousse dessert.

"And that's all... all ...aaaachoo!"

The intercom clicked off.

[ All room threads go in response to this post; please post your character's room number as the subject line of the initial post. I think Court said something about the new roomies not being completely sorted out yet? :O She'll probably post about that later, so hang tight! ]

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F14

[gald_digger]

Aside from writing a bunch in her journal, Anise hadn't gotten much done today. It was an annoying feeling, being escorted back to her room while feeling like she could have done so much more. She even forgot to make Nightshift plans! Again.

Besides, she wanted to talk to Luke, after hearing about what happened to him. He was probably going to be okay, but the less time he spent moping around, the better. Besides, Anise just didn't like hearing special counseling victims act so apologetic. It made her start to think; maybe she hadn't taken her own brainwashing seriously enough...? When her friends assured her that things had worked out better than they could have, Anise was quick to agree, wanting to put it all behind her as soon as possible. Was that wrong?

--Ugh, she couldn't start thinking about that again. Luke was just being Luke, and things were going to blow over soon enough.

By the time Anise reached her room, she had managed to push most of her worries aside. But when she stepped inside, something was missing. Immediately, she broke away from the nurse who escorted her, and sharply pointed at the top of the dresser.

"Where are they!?"

The nurse looked confused for a few seconds, but then it seemed to dawn on her. "Oh! Those flowers from your boyfriend." Her expression turned sympathetic, and she bent down to speak to Anise directly. "I'm sorry, Dolores, but flowers don't last forever. They were completely dried up when I came here this morning, so I had to take them away. You understand... right?"

Anise just glared at the woman's patronizing words. Of course she understood. She saw how those flowers were withering, but... she didn't want to get rid of them. Those flowers, along with the chocolates on her desk, were from Ion. Even if he wasn't really himself when he gave them to her, they were the only things Anise still had that were from him.

The nurse eventually left, and Anise threw herself into her seat in a huff, unceremoniously jabbing her fork into the salmon on her plate as she began to eat her dinner. That stupid old hag. It was none of her business!

Re: F14

[repeatingfate.livejournal.com]

Rika frowned a little as she walked into the room, but she almost immediately forgot her own worries. "Are you okay, Anise? What -- "

Then she looked around the room, noticing something different. "What? Why in the world would they just throw out your stuff without asking?", she asked, as she sat down on the other bed, poking her fork at her fish. "That's really awful. I'm sorry."

It really was. When you only had so many things to hang on to? Things like flowers mattered a lot. Rika understood that and was definitely sympathetic.

M21

[sdatislife.livejournal.com]

Shinji felt drained. He'd broken down and cried more then once today and he felt empty, if also a bit better. Kaworu was coming to see him tonight and Dr. Wilson had said he'd try and find out about his SDAT player. And he'd met Rei. Rei Ayanami. He had left his dinner untouched so far and was simply staring at the ceiling in quite contemplation. He and Rei had a complicated relationship to say the least and he remembered the first time he'd met her, wrapped in bandages, struggling to obey orders. He didn't want to know how his father could be so cruel to Rei, to Shinji. Not that he seemed to pay Shinji any mind.

That took his mind down a different track and he rolled onto his side with a small scowl and a sigh. He hated his father. He hated him. He wasn't loved or wanted, just a tool his father could use and then discard when he was done with it. Not for the first time he missed his mother. But... she was in his Eva. Or had that all been a strange hallucination? He wasn't sure anymore.

Ayanami reminded him of his mother sometimes. He should try and see her again. Just so they could talk.

F7

[she-is-ruin.livejournal.com]

Dinner shift meant night was one step closer, and for that, Yomi was as glad as she could be. It was only in the dark that Yomi was beginning to feel like herself, where memories lost their potency and she could drop the act completely.

She wondered if the rain clouds would clear up, too.

On her way back to F7, Yomi filtered out the intercom antics of Landel and instead focussed on pulling her hair into its sleek ponytail now that it was dry. Every time the nurse spotted her using the hair tie she’d “borrowed” at the start of her stay, she seemed to think it was an invitation to once again try and get chummy with Yomi. For most of the walk, Yomi had to listen to paltry comments on her looks: how healthy and pretty her hair was, how she must be a heartbreaker with the guys back home.

Che, where exactly was home? How attractive had she been before the sesshouseki given her her body back?

The inanity of the Institute’s daytime façade was enough to get under Yomi’s skin if she let it.

For yet another night, she was apparently the first one back to the cell. With nothing more left to do, the nurse finally bid her goodnight and locked her inside while Yomi pulled the chair out from her desk. At the sound of retreating footsteps, however, she paused. Her gaze went to her closet, to the door, and back to the closet.

Yomi sat without a sound.

Re: F7

[akarusa.livejournal.com]

Hokuto had had a long day, and she hadn't even been conscious for most of it. She hadn't so much as tried to eat lunch--which might have been why when she tried to get up at her nurse's prodding, she blacked out. She was aware of being taken to the infirmary, but she'd just just curled up on the cot she was placed on and drifted off.

She wasn't happy to wake up and realize she was in a wheelchair, but her nurse said something about it being for her safety while she was so unsteady on her feet. Hokuto didn't much care, but she didn't have the energy--or at the moment, the will--to get up, either.

She did not intend on letting herself go completely catatonic, though; she had enough spark left in her to refuse that much. Knowing she needed to eat if she possibly could, she looked her dinner over; she wasn't in the mood for fish, but the chocolate mousse... well, at least one thing was going right for her today.

Looking at her roommate, she added very softly, "Good evening."

M71

[tightsofmight]

He could not have gotten out of therapy fast enough.

He didn't have to see Stein again until next week sometime, but even that was too soon. Between the office, the creepy staring, the tingling spider senses and the fact that he was Doctor Fricking Frankenstein, Peter would have gladly waited until he was a stooped little old man to see him again. By that time he would be way too senile to give a damn and on enough medication that he wouldn't feel a thing.

And now? Now he was going to have deja vu jitters all over again, because now he had no excuse to put off thinking about the meeting with Luxord. If the man showed this time (and he had better) Peter had to come up with a pretty spectacular offer for him so that his roommate could live on in one piece. Something told him his autograph wouldn't cut it. But of course, this wouldn't be complete without an extra layer of paranoia on the suck cake that was his life. A day later meant a day more for Grell to put his stinky finger on it. If Luxord ratted him out or Grell paid unnerving amounts of attention to any message with clock metaphors, then Peter was walking into his stabby fate tonight. With any luck he could punch faster than Grell could swing a scalpel. Maybe he could just toss sharp things at him from a distance.

Oh yeah. And this would all be taking place in his beloved therapist's office. If the doctors transformed at night like the nurses, he was going to curl up into a ball and sob himself do death, self defense be damned. At the very least he could be certain Badou wasn't going to kill him. He was bringing him cigarettes. That guaranteed him five whole minutes where he didn't have to fear for his life.

The nurse seemed disgustingly pleased with Peter's lack of retorts as she bustled him back to his room and readied his salmon. "There. Michael will be along shortly. Get a good night's rest tonight. We've got the trip to Doyleton tomorrow, so you need to wake up bright and early."

Peter froze. His voice came out like a wheeze. "What?"

"Good night."

And she was gone.

Peter stared at the gently steaming fish, eyes growing wider and wider as silent horror over took him. Wonderful. If he made it through tonight, he could look forward to the zombies tomorrow.

The sudden image of Stein winding his screw wasn't helping. Crank crank crank.

"AUUGH!"

Such a failtard, Peter.

[emotionl4arobot.livejournal.com]

Brainiac 5 and his nurse both stopped in the doorway and stared as Peter let out a yell of frustration. Neither seemed to know exactly what to make of the situation at first, and the nurse was the first to break the shocked silence.

"Tyler! Calm down, you'll upset your roommate and you don't want to do that when you two get along so well, do you?" she reprimanded sternly. "Now if there's a problem with your meal, you can let me know and I'll do my best to fix it, but if not, you'll just have to calm down and we'll deal with it in the morning, alright?"

That said, she pushed Brainiac 5 gently towards his chair, paused long enough to make sure Peter didn't have any legitimate complaints to make, then left the room.

Once the door had closed behind her with a final click, the Coluan directed a concerned look at the other boy. "What happened, Peter? Did something...?"

He couldn't see any physical problems, but it could have easily been something else that had made his frien- roommate that upset.

F31

[thecamellia.livejournal.com]

Tsubaki sat at her desk, absently mixing her salad with one eye on the door.

Apprehension had its claws dug deep into her belly. A part of her worry had to do with the coming night as it always did, knowing what kind of known and unknown dangers could crop up (not to mention, she’d made a new friend who was in turn new to the Institute himself; that alone made her worry), but the majority of her thoughts rested on the weekend to come.

Tomorrow was the field trip. The memory of decayed corpses lunging at her and Honey and Mori still chilled her after a week to ruminate on them. Anticipating another ambush like it didn’t make it any easier to prepare for it, either. What if those things came out of the ground again…? She turned over a piece of lettuce listlessly. Hopefully those who weren’t aware of what might happen had been--or would be--tipped off… And then after that, there would be visitors again. Tsubaki hadn’t forgotten. The photo album was still in her closet, rising up in the back of her mind every time she had a free moment.

Casting another long look at the door, she wondered when Reinforce would arrive. Tsubaki would rather smile and talk with her. For now, it was the small something she could do.

M100

[laguz-decoy.livejournal.com]

Much to the nurse's dismay, Ranulf was particularly excited after hearing what the man in the box had said about dinner. Salmon? SALMON?! He was practically skipping! The "sausage" and "chicken tenders" had been good of course, but to be served salmon...

"Alex, please stop tugging so hard on my arm... AND STOP SKIPPING!" the nurse shouted angrily. He'd learned her name was "Florence" from the odd shaped rectangle on her uniform.

"Sorry Flo... but it's salmon! You heard it didn't you?! It's sa-"

"Yes, you've told me multiple times now." she said with an exasperated tone, as she opened the door to his room and sat him down on the bed. "And don't call me Flo."

She left the room for a moment to grab his tray, and as she did, Ranulf peered curiously at the other bed. He wondered who occupied it and was about to ask Flo when his mind stopped. The smell of cooked fish filled the room as she brought Ranulf his dinner and set it down in front of him.

He grinned widely as she left, staring down at a meal that even King Caineghis would've drooled over. He placed one of the cut up bits into his mouth, closing his eyes and savoring it's juices.

Re: M100

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

622's hair was still damp, a weird feeling after a life so used to the sonic showers always used by the troops, but at least he was clean and feeling refreshed. He wondered if he was going to have another cellmate now, since Loz had disappeared so soon after he'd arrived. Hopefully the odd man was still alive, he hadn't exactly seemed the brightest.

He followed his nurse without comment, curiously looking into the cell once the door was opened. Well, this one certainly took first prize for most unnatural hair color for a human so far, which was certainly saying something.

His nurse gave him his tray of food and left, closing the door and locking it. Thank the Emperor, now I can eat. But he might as well introduce himself first. "I suppose you're my new cellmate, then." He held out a hand politely, "Stormtrooper Sergeant TK-622. I've been here for quite a while, if you need anything explained to you."

M60

[tsunagari.livejournal.com]

This fish again. It was healthier than what they'd had for lunch, certainly, but the spices used left much to be desired. The salmon should have been treated with a lighter flavoring - something that enhanced the natural taste rather than covered it up. ...Perhaps he'd been here too long if he was thinking of ways to improve the dinner. Since when had he complained about the taste of anything?

The dessert was sweet, at least. Sai set his on Honey's desk as he'd done before, leaving his tray on his own as he went to check the closet. It would be problematic if he told Usopp to come by and pick up his weapon only for it to have disappeared over the course of the afternoon. Thankfully, when he opened the door it was still waiting, situated behind his usual ninja attire. Now he just had to hope that Usopp didn't go out and try to take too much on with it.

He didn't change yet (no need for Honey's nurse to possibly take notice of that) but go ahead and start on his dinner. Years of training kept him from making a face at the flavor.

M7

[mitase.livejournal.com]

People were going to be coming here. Here. And expecting him to tell them what to do and where to go, and--

And they had somehow already reached his room without him realizing it and Hanatarou jumped a little as the nurse addressed him, bobbing a wide-eyed nod when she asked if he was all right. She didn't seem entirely convinced, but smiled and told him to be certain to get some rest tonight, then patted his shoulder and left him alone with his dinner. He stared after her for a moment before breathing out a long sigh, letting his shoulders sag as he turned toward the desk and slumped into the chair. Dinner didn't look all that bad, but he was, as seemed to be common lately, not at all hungry.

Still, if he was going to be running around tonight he had to. And especially if he was going to be healing anyone, he needed the energy for it. He stared for a minute longer, then picked up the utensils and started in on his food, cutting neat bites of fish and putting them in his mouth almost mechanically.

[lighthearted]

Sora couldn't help feeling unsettled as he headed back to his room. All that stuff going on with Neku sounded pretty serious, and Sora wasn't sure if there was anything he could do to help. He wanted to, but he didn't feel too comfortable targeting people who weren't his business. He felt conflicted enough about what he'd done with the Organization. On the other hand, Neku seemed like he really needed someone to give him a hand, and Sora wasn't sure if there was anyone else who could do that.

Add to that Riku's unwillingness to work with Arts and Crafts, and the boy had a lot on his mind. He knew that he couldn't let it ruin his dinner, though. If anything, talking to Hanatarou might give him a chance to get his mind off of all this other stuff. That's how he was going to look at it, anyway.

Walking into the room, Sora found that his roommate was already getting started on dinner (which was fish!), and he waved to the other boy as he headed for his desk. As bad as some things were, the food still smelled delicious, and Sora couldn't say no to the way his stomach was growling. The dessert looked amazing, too!

"Hey!" he greeted after taking a bite of the salmon. "How've you been? How's that idea of yours going?" Sora had tried to encourage Hanatarou to do something with it, so hopefully the boy had listened.

M41

[hes-deadjim.livejournal.com]

The shower only provided a temporary relief, then the headache was back growing to full force the moment he stepped out of the hot water and steam. The salmon smelled decent enough, but at the same time, the headiness made his stomach flip flop. His appetite hadn't quite recovered just yet, and since there wasn't any Jim or Nurse Chapel to see him skip out on some of his own advice, McCoy decided to forgo it for the moment. A meal here and there wasn't too big a deal, as long as he caught up later.

First things first: he had catching up on the personal logs from last night and today, then he'd see if he was hungry. McCoy sat down slowly in the chair, rested his head in a hand and pulled the notebook open. The doctor picked up a pen then looked down, somewhat drearily, at the blank pages. Nothing was springing to mind, not even any dry, clinical observations about his day so far. Just an ominously blank white page that also wasn't going to fill itself out no matter how much he willed it to either.

What he really wanted to do was lie down and get some shut-eye before night fell. At the very least, a few hours break from the pulsing in his skull.

McCoy stared at the pages for few more minutes. He managed to jot down a total of two sentences within that time before he gave up. At the rate this was going, it'd take an entire night to get anything worthwhile down. Better to just wait and come at it from another angle later. The doctor got up and lay down instead.

[cmdr-exposition.livejournal.com]

If he never saw Stein again, it would be too soon. That was a bit of a cliche, but Hayes was just too rattled to come up with an original way of expressing the disturbing presence of that person. And nothing had really even been done to him... not like ZEX, whose disfiguring wounds were still in the front of his mind.

Not the Captain's, though, because Hayes hadn't mentioned any of that to him when he'd had the opportunity, or even arranged a future meeting, or found out what the Institute was calling him so that he could ask the nurse. He'd tried anyway with "Zelnick", of course, but just as predictably she'd insisted there was no one of that name around. He found he wasn't even annoyed about that, or about the patronizing announcement. He was just too relieved to be out of therapy intact.

The cell, when he got there, was downright comforting in its plainness and its containing someone who had never threatened to stab him. As the door shut behind him, he just... stood for a moment, trying to collect enough of his thoughts to actually do something.

M31

[kingside]

Lelouch waited until his nurse had left before turning a glare on his food. Another shift lost. Fantastic. As if the day hadn't been enough of a waste-- yes, he'd met with both Lunge and Homura, but there had been so much more he'd wanted to accomplish. He'd completely neglected to advertise his club, for instance, and how the hell was he supposed to gain more support for G.A.M.B.I.T. if no one knew about it? That wasn't even touching upon the projects he'd failed complete any work for, and at this stage... even if it was no longer possible to prove his competence by sharing his work on the board, he still had to at least get something done.

He sighed, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes, as if affecting outward calm might somehow effect inward calm. The list of problems that had arisen today seemed interminable. Suzaku still hadn't replied to either of his notes on the board, and while it was entirely possible that he had turned up during fourth shift and missed them, it was more than slightly worrying to think that he had been absent for so long. Lelouch was perfectly capable of continuing his work without him, of course, but with Nunnally and Euphy around-- and what of Euphy? Had she appeared at all today? He should have left a note for her, even if it would have worried Nunnally.

He let his eyes open a crack, then sighed again and picked up his fork. Whatever the case, it was too late now. He would just have to check on Suzaku as planned, then travel to Nunnally's room and see how she was doing. She'd need her sleep tonight, of course, so once he was satisfied that she was all right, he'd either return here or, assuming she didn't mind the disturbance, remain in her room and block his flashlight as best as he could while he worked on his notes.

M11

[winged_moon]

Maybe in the future he should keep track of the schedule and convince Yue to shift back the night before the shower shift. It was only fair that he had a chance to be himself (for no matter how accustomed he was to being in Yue's body, it still never felt the same) and it would save massive amounts of time in hair-washing. It seemed like whatever happened to one of them happened to both, so it would make sense that if Yukito had clean hair, then Yue would too. Right?

Yukito hesitated briefly, wrinkling his nose with vague amusement as he realized just where his train of thought was leading him. A few weeks ago this all would've seemed incredibly strange to him -- even the awareness that Yue existed hadn't meant that he really comprehended it. It was so much more immediate when he could look in the mirror and see his other self and not his own familiar features.

He managed a polite farewell to the nurse and smiled as she turned to leave, then moved to address the dinner tray she'd left behind. Dinner was always the smallest meal of the day, here, but that wasn't the only reason he missed having Ken as his roommate. Yukito glanced at the other desk, sighed, and started in on his fish. Well. Whoever was here, was here. Or would be shortly. There wasn't really any point in being upset about what couldn't be changed.

Re: M11

[itneverwas.livejournal.com]

To be herded back to the sleeping quarters was to be an expected occurrence when the radiance of the sun would soon make place of darkness. Would the fallacy this institute retained during the day fall and make place for it's real nature, 'returning' it to how things were when Xemnas had first awakened here after the void?

This head doctor's purpose still remained shrouded in darkness, along with many things that he still sought an answer for. Remarkable things had been mentioned by the few he had spoken to, but before the Superior had been able to acquire an elaboration the shift had already been interrupted.

In the end, he had made little process in acquiring information, and all there was left were more questions than he had started out with. Most certainly an inconvenience. Or an annoyance, had he possessed the very heart required to experience it.

Eventually, Xemnas entered the room and lay eyes upon his roommate for the very first time. It had already been indicated that he would share this room with another, so even if he had possessed the ability, he would not have been surprised. "Good evening," he greeted after briefly studying the other, before he moved towards the only unoccupied desk and took a seat.

M64

[arc-wrench.livejournal.com]

Well, today had gone from great to awful right at the end, but at least there was chocolate. Sort of. It was mushy and in a little cup, but it was advertised as chocolate anyway.

HK ate the chocolate stuff, making a happy humming noise, trying to focus on nothing but the chocolatey taste. Well, now he had likely two Autobots who knew he was now a Decepticon, and one that he knew was at least shout-y at him because of it.

And there was going to be a meatbag coming in within the next few minutes, too. Wonderful. The galaxy just loved to shovel giant piles of the most notable and smelly bantha-made product into his way.

F12

[hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com]

Momo was very glad she had her appetite back as the fish smelled very delicious. In a surprisingly pleasant mood, the shinigami started on her dinner while she waited for her roommate to arrive. Celes had said she'd tell Momo what was going on, and she was curious to know.

Re: F12

[lady-general.livejournal.com]

Celes came into the room not long after. Her shower had been very much needed, and Celes felt that even not-totally-hot as she liked water was better than no shower at all. "Good evening," she said as the nurse left them.

M33

[swornandbroken.livejournal.com]

Mello's day had been reasonably productive despite the bullshit therapy session and being forced to fight the sedative effects the whole time. Take that, fuckers, he gloated silently, following the nurse to his room. The pain from last night's injuries was back in full force now, though he still hadn't entirely lost the feeling that his head was stuffed with cotton wool. But his injured arm felt almost back to normal. Weird.

Chocolate for dessert, thank god. Maybe Emmett would let Mello swipe his portion again. He was surprised to find that he was starving, and that the fish actually smelled good. The nurse left him with a sickeningly sweet admonition not to let himself get too worked up again. Mello flipped the bird at the closing door. He perched on his desk, feet in the chair, hampered somewhat by the sling, and ate the mousse first.

After his conversation with Lunge, he was more eager than before to see those ruins for himself, but they'd have to wait 'til he recovered, and-- Goddamn it, what the hell was he thinking? The mysteries, the supposed feud, the whole fucking lot of it, none of that mattered as much as getting the hell out. He kicked irritably at the back of the chair. What could he do tonight to further that goal?

Re: M33

[rides-on-top.livejournal.com]

As Emmett was led into the room by the nurse he managed to mumble something that he hoped sounded like "Hey, think I'm getting sick, going to sleep," to his roommate before lying down on his bed and throwing the covers over himself. He didn't want to smell the stench of fish, or his roommate, or anything at all-- he just wanted to sleep until the doors opened. He needed to kill something tonight.

"Don't want my food, take it if you want," he added from underneath the blankets.

F22

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

Falis was almost glad her personal vulture gave her more poison capsules. Sometimes she just didn't want to think and after the confrontation with Kagura, not thinking sounded good. Ignoring her dinner, Falis laid down on her bed, staying on her good side. While she floated in her mind haze, she wondered if Senna would say anything to her when the girl arrived.

F2

[mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com]

It was closer now. Only another hour or so and the doors would open. It was that much closer, this stupid plan of Sheena's. The ninja was so damn nervous, she was glad she was making curry so she didn't have to try to manage eating without getting bits of fish all over her front. She gave up on the idea of making some cards. She couldn't concentrate enough and her hands were shaking and... just better not to in case she accidentally blew herself up.

On crispy charred ninja would really kill the mood she was trying to set with this dinner/date/pact thing.

Sheena gave a bit of a whimper whilst alone and double-checked all the items she needed to take with her.

F28

[mistressmadgirl.livejournal.com]

Agatha's pen darted across the page.

The bad news of her continued affliction just couldn't compare with the anticipation of fixing it or the joy of making plans. Plans for the night's expedition? Well, that too. Mainly, though, she was drawing plans for devices.

The first few items on the page were really just modified flashlights. Further down, though, exotic power sources and foci started to be added, and it was increasingly unlikely that any of it could be made with the items she'd seen here. Still, you never knew, right?

Re: F28

[scientist-skye.livejournal.com]

Dinner devoured upon her arrival in the room (skipping lunch had turned out to be a terrible idea in the long run; Ema was starving by the end of the afternoon), Ema had curled up on her bed with her own journal. She was in the process of going over her day's notes and trying her best to make connections where ever possible. Unfortunately, the day had presented more questions than answers, so those connections were very few.

If she had to be honest, she was already dreading the oncoming arrival of nightfall. After the previous night, she wasn't sure she was ready for it.

After awhile, Ema looked up to find Agatha completely absorbed. She felt a little bad interrupting, but she felt she should share information with her roommate. "This place is weirder than I thought. Did you know people from the same world can come from different times in it?"

M8

[whos-da-man.livejournal.com]

Junpei was feeling all weird by the time he got back to his room. Woah... Aigis human version 1.0.

Sitting down heavily on his bed, Junpei sighed. This was so fucked up.

M85

[threepwood]

The nurse eyed Guybrush cautiously as she handed him his dinner tray, as if she expected the smile on his face and the pleasant conversation he was trying to have with her was all some sort of a show. In the end, she shook her head and simply closed the door before him without a word, leaving him alone. The pirate smirked, confident she hadn't a clue what he was planning.

"All right, got to get ready," he told himself, setting the tray on his desk before opening his closet door. The sword and shovel he'd crammed in there that morning were still in their places right against the door- they both clanged to the floor again the moment their support was gone, making just as much of a racket as they had earlier. Guybrush hissed through his teeth, begging the tools to quiet themselves as he listened for his nurse to return.

He took a panicked look toward the door- no footsteps, no questioning of what in the world that noise could be, no attention at all from the nurse who couldn't have been more than two or three steps away from the room. "Wow, she's either completely deaf or really, really doesn't like me," he mused grimly. He collected the shovel and sword from the floor, dropping them onto the bed. Next was the flashlight, which was tossed beside the other items. "Can't forget that, either."

Preparations as made as they could be, he had a seat at his desk and started on the meal. Worse than wandering in the dark was wandering on an empty stomach.

Re: M85

[vstheworld]

Scott could already hear items clanging and a voice talking to the empty air by the time he got to the door of M85. Guybrush was already getting ready to move into full puzzle-solving gear, then. Scott was down with that.  

"I dunno, dude, I can hear you fine enough," navigating his way through the door carefully while holding his crutch. Somehow, he managed to not fall over, and headed over to the bed where his own dinner waited. "Maybe the nurses all just have inner ear infections or something. That'd explain why they never listen when you ask them anything more complicated than 'Where's the bathroom?', anyway."

F19

[meironohosoku.livejournal.com]

Hanyuu poked at her dinner, a small frown on her face. Truth be told, she wasn't feeling all that hungry, although she knew she probably needed to eat something. It wasn't very smart to go around this place on an empty stomach, especially since the nightshift was just around the corner. Still, she was a little... preoccupied.

The spirit had only just woken up a few minutes ago, when the nurse brought the tray of dinner into the room. That worried her -- and it made her a little irritated too, if she were perfectly honest. After all, if she slept through the day, that meant not being able to check in with anyone during the day. It also meant she'd be going into nightshift without any plans -- and that was definitely the more worrisome of the two. She'd gone out on her own a few times, but that was dangerous, and she really didn't want to continue to press her luck.

Sighing, Hanyuu started in on the dessert, skipping over the rest of the meal for the time being. There was no harm in eating the chocolate stuff first, right? Plus, sweets always made her feel better.

M37

[inherited]

Arguing with Sora about what they were going to do at night reminded him of when they were younger, living together on the Islands, and never agreeing over how they were going to do things. It was nice, having the chance to talk to his friend like that, but it wasn't the time or the place. Riku found himself frustrated with Sora's tendency to stick by people, even if he knew it was in his friend's nature (and something that he couldn't judge).

It didn't make things that much better, though. Riku returned to his room a little tense, frustrated that he and Sora weren't seeing eye to eye. But once he got there, he ignored his food—even if the smell of the salmon reminded him of home, the taste of fish maybe being the one thing that could help him right now—to look and see if he still had his baseball bat. The fact that he even had one was frustrating. Calling it stupid was unfair, but it was his kneejerk reaction, and he admitted that was how he felt about it. It was stupid, and though he was told it was meant to be a fetch quest, it didn't seem like it had any purpose.

And it wasn't like there were any moogles here that could synthesize it into anything better.

He abandoned the bat again, choosing then to move toward his desk for his food. It was strange that they bothered to give such nice dinners here, but he figured it was part of the illusion. In one quick move, he lifted up the tray and moved to his bed, dropping down and stretching his legs out. Riku knew Battler would be coming soon. Maybe they'd talk more today.

Re: M37

[dreadofthegrave]

If there was anything that could ease away a strange sense of tension, it was a good shower. There was something relaxing about a continuous spray of warm water, and while Battler had started off reflecting on the day, his thoughts slowly began to drift elsewhere, to the mundane sort of topics he probably wouldn't be able to remember even if asked out. He ended up taking a longer amount of time than usual, and by the time he was finished he was one of only a good handful staggering behind. It had hardly been the most productive use of his time, but at the very least, he was left refreshed and in better spirits. That sort of thing was good every once in a while, wasn't it?

When he got back to his room for the night, Riku was already there. Battler wasn't entirely unsure how he felt about the other room's occupant just yet, but their first conversation had gone well enough, and he did get the sense that they might be able to get along. That was the feeling, at least. First impressions weren't always accurate, but in this case, he hoped he was right.

"Hey, how's it going?" Battler greeted casually. He took the food with him onto his bed, leaning back against the wall and rested the tray on his lap.

M19

[replicatedorder.livejournal.com]

By no means was it the easiest day of his life, but he admitted it was different from what happened after Akzeriuth. Everyone, even Guy, seemed to turn their backs on him and refused to listen to his pleas. At the time, he deserved that. Though it wasn't his initial choices that led to those thousands of people dying, he had made enough of his own to make it finalized. They all died; it was his fault. Perhaps it would be different if the previous night had gone a different way. Had they forced him to use his hyperresonance in some way and caused catastrophic damage, it was possible that he could have ended in a different position.

That was even if he survived.

But no one blamed him. No one took his words and turned them against him. In a way, Luke thought it was too easy. He didn't want their forgiveness, because that didn't mean he had a reason to stop it from happening again. It meant that he didn't look at things correctly. That wasn't how things were supposed to be. He realized since he saw it that way, he could be hard on himself. Luke didn't need the others there to push him and remind him of what he did in the past; this was just another stepping stone, another difficult part of his journey. If he truly changed, he could grow with this while weathering it, too. It wouldn't do to give up.

Having spent a good portion of the day just thinking about it, Luke realized what he needed to do was write about it and return to business. That was what he did while he and Guy communicated through the bulletin, and when it was time for dinner—his nose instinctively wrinkled the moment "salmon" was mentioned—he picked up his things and started back to his room. The tone probably wouldn't be any better tonight than it had been the last night, but Luke would try and keep things light. Something told him that both him and Cloud needed it—possibly for the same reason.

Determined to do just that, he slipped into his room, grabbed his food, and settled against his bed. Luke's body shifted until he was slightly stretched on his side, with his elbow pressed into the mattress, and his gaze obviously not on the food itself. Eating was necessary, but he still lacked an appetite. The smell of the food wafting toward him didn't make him any hungrier.

Re: M19

[notthistrain.livejournal.com]

Cloud was feeling a little off as he returned to his room for the night - as though the whole day had gone by faster than he'd expected. It had, really. The last shift might not as well have happened at all, and he'd hardly gotten to touch any of his lunch. In fact, he hadn't even gotten to speak much with Luke during that time. Hopefully the red-head would be awake and he'd have more of an opportunity to do that now.

Fish didn't sound half bad at the moment, and he was fairly hungry. (That's what happened when lunch was two minutes long. What the hell.) He made sure to have a bright grin ready to give Luke when he entered, that way he could attack his meal knowing he'd given a proper greeting first. Sadly, it's difficult to dive into one's own food when the other person in the room doesn't appear interested in doing the same.

Difficult, but not impossible. The blond got down a couple bites before he worried about addressing his roommate. "So you're feelin' okay, right? No aftereffects from whatever they did to you last night?" That wasn't Luke's main concern and he knew it, but the conversation would likely go in that direction anyway, so he might as well start with something (hopefully) easy.

M24

[boyking]

It was crap, that he'd had to pull out for the night. Sam had been about to say screw it, drag his ass out of bed anyway before he felt any more inept than he already was, but logically, that'd only be asking for trouble. Dean would be better off on his own than relying on someone wholly distracted to watch his back.

Christ, but he hoped Dean wouldn't do anything stupid. Still, what Kisugi had said—but Ruby had told him that she hadn't felt any demons in the vicinity. One of them had to be lying, and Sam was more inclined to believe Ruby over some...whatever she was. The question had been raised, though, and he couldn't push back that sense of paranoia all the way.

His head was pounding full force by the time he made it back to his room. He felt better, less like everything was a distant buzz, that meant the spiking migraine only grew more prominent. Yeah, he'd definitely made the right call staying in tonight.

The food smelled good and nauseating all at once. Sam eyed the tray briefly, felt his stomach rebel, and decided that there was no point in forcing it. He laid down on the bed and threw an arm over his eyes. Peter would probably be arriving soon, but until then, he was set on taking advantage of as much of the quiet as he could.

There was stuff he wanted to talk to about with Ruby, too, but there was no way he was heading down the hall to find her. Who the hell knew, she might just come to find him. She had a habit of doing that. He couldn't say it didn't come in handy sometimes.

Besides, he still had no freaking flashlight to travel with in the first place. With any luck, Dean would take care of that tonight. He didn't like the thought of his brother heading out when Sam had no way to contact him, but it wasn't as if he could expect Dean to sit on his hands.

[human-sponge.livejournal.com]

Seeing Mohinder left Peter with mixed feelings. The man clearly wasn't taking him seriously, but he honestly didn't know if that could change. As long as the geneticist stayed brainwashed, he was going to look at him and see some delusional weirdo who thought he was Peter Petrelli. While he wished he could just make the man snap out of it somehow, just by trying hard enough, it clearly wasn't that easy.

On the other hand, getting to see Mohinder let Peter know that the man was doing relatively well. His mind was messed with, sure, but he was physically doing fine. Even though the context was a terrible one, it was always good to see a familiar face that didn't belong to Sylar.

He had no leads on his brother, though, and everything that had happened with Roland was still weighing on him. Peter knew there was nothing he could have done, but he'd still lost a friend -- and in a pretty horrific way, at that. The issue with Tyki and Sylar was one he just didn't have the energy to devote to right now.

It wasn't like he got to rest now that the day was over, either. Peter was intent on going to check Nathan's room one more time (he'd gotten distracted last night, seeing how Roland had gone berserk), and then he'd have to head back this way to find M7 and attend the meeting about the paramedic group. It was a decent idea, and he knew he needed to stop dragging his feet and do something already.

When Peter entered his room, he was surprised to see Sam laying on his bed rather than sitting at his desk. This was new, but with the way the man's arm was thrown over his face, he got the feeling that things weren't going well. Since it was possible that Sam was trying to rest, Peter quietly went to sit at his own desk. He looked down at his plate of food. The salmon looked soft enough to melt in your mouth, and he couldn't really say no to that, even with his lukewarm mood. Still doing what he could to be silent, he started to cut out a piece with the side of his fork.

F5

[mind-the-sukima.livejournal.com]

Yukari was in a good mood when she got back to her room - she was warm, she was clean, she was entertained and the night would only get better from here. Dinner was fish as well, fish that wasn't soaked in oil and fried to death, a wonderful change, but she only ate a little of it before pushing it aside for now - she had to save room, after all, for Sheena's curry. Ah, she was looking forwards to this. It would be the first relatively normal thing she'd spend a night doing here. Yukari wasn't one of those who clung to what was "normal", but when every night was spent dealing with torture and strange happenings and their after-effects, it got a bit tiring. Just relaxing for once would be delightful.

Humming to herself, Yukari flounced on over to the closet, eager to pull out what to wear. There was, of course, her dress, but what was in her box, she wondered. The box of possessions she'd spent last night getting her hands on.

Pulling the lid off, there were some various little bits, like some kind of hand-held device with a screen and some keys, but of more interest were the clothes~!

It looked like there was a whole outfit, probably whatever she'd been wearing when she'd been admitted. She pulled out the white suit jacket and collared shirt along with a delightfully purple tie with a yin-yang design on it in orange (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v348/Hiroshige/PresidentYukari.jpg). Unfortunately, it seemed that was all there was; no pants, no shoes, no lacy underthings. A little disappointing after her initial expectations, but still quite the find.

So, this was what Violet wore? She could vaguely recall the outfit from the fake memories they'd given her. It was no dress and much more conforming to the business world that the woman occupied. No ribbons and other fanciful accessories here. However, she could still see little hints of her own extravagance in Violet's tastes. The frilly cuffs of the shirt, the bright color and design on the tie, things like that. She just had to show it off and it just so happened she had the perfect opportunity at hand.

Ah, tonight would be fun.

M92

[number-crunch.livejournal.com]

Ah, a great end to a great day! Sho devoured his fish with far more enthusiasm than one might expect from someone who considered himself a mathematician, but not so surprising to anyone who knew him.

Still, as he settled down after his meal, he realized he had a number of problems to solve. He'd spent most of the day just riding the endorphin high that accompanied his defeat of Joshua, but now his conversation with Hanekoma was coming back to mind. What was he going to do now? He needed to start figuring out his plans for how to deal with Landel now that the Composer had been taken care of. He had to win this game before he could return to Shibuya.

It seemed information was the missing factor here - how could he obtain more data on this guy? What was true and what was false? There were so many particles and memes floating about, but which could he use? There was the basement, the third floor, the ruins... so many things to factor, so little t.