Dayshift 49: Bus 2

[diamondstorm]

Morning hit without warning, with the sheer knowledge hitting the Digimon before anything else that today they were going back to Doyletown. Her feet hit the floor and she rotated her right shoulder experimentally. The skin stretched tight, soreness persevering, but it moved fine. She stretched her fingers then curled them into a fist, staring at the tanned skin that was her right arm. If something happened this time... She would be more useful. Her mind replayed the events of last week, and Renamon stilled, considering.

There wasn't much time left to her as the nurse bustled in with an armful of clothes, the same shade as the weeks before. The woman murmured a cheery complaint that it was too cold for skirts and left Renamon to change. The pants were preferable to the past two weeks, though the other item she was left with gave too much to irony. She frowned at it for a minute, then slid it over her head, reflecting that this motion in days or weeks past would have left her shuddering. It meant she was becoming used to this human body, and that was nothing that boded well. She grabbed her notebook before being led to a bus, and slid into a seat halfway down the aisle, pressing against the window. Again, the previous night had been more than short. Was it just her, or was there something more to it?

[for Haseo!]

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[windstwilight.livejournal.com]

She wasn't in the woods anymore.

No ruined town, no creepy dark woods, no Meche, no monsters. For a moment, Senna didn't know whether to be relieved or depressed. The question passed--right now, she'd rather be in the woods, no discussion. At least out there-- The small Shinigami didn't argue with the nurse this week about the clothes brought. She slid on the worn jeans and way too meanly ironic top (http://www.zazzle.com/pd/realviewpopup?url=http%3A%2F%2Frlv.zcache.com%2Fisapi%2Fdesignall.dll%3Faction%3Drealview%26pdt%3Dshirt%26pending%3Dfalse%26pid%3D235597415252108285%26rvtype%3Dproduct%26view%3Dfront%26max_dim%3D690%26bg%3D0xffffff%26square_it%3Dtrue%26draw_relative_size%3Dtrue%26style%3Dkids_basic_ringer_tshirt%26color%3Dwhiteblack%26size%3Dy_m%26context%3Dalexander%26side_front%3Dvert%26group%3Dkids%26lifestyle%3Dclassic%26lifeStyle%3Dclassic%26drawareaboundingbox%3Dfalse%26drawsafearea%3Dfalse%26view_auto%3D1.4&dim=690). The girl sighed, shaking out her hair. She'd tie it back up on the bus.

Halfway out the door, the nurse stopped her, handing over a jacket (http://www.snowbeach.com/upload/photos//blousons/krew/krew_jacket_breaker_blue/krew_jacket_breaker_blue0.jpg). She looked at it for a minute and tried for banter. "Really? You think I can pull that off with my hair?" Obviously not her regular nurse, the woman just frowned and waited for Senna to take it. The girl sighed and shrugged it on, heading for bus and lacking the energy that normally fueled her. She wondered how Meche was, and if Falis had ended up having a good night. After everything... Man. Half of her didn't even want to go, be it outside or not.

[for Hana~]

[mitase.livejournal.com]

The night before almost seemed like a particularly strange and vivid dream, but no -- there was still a trace of a headache lingering behind Hanatarou's eyes, reminding him of how he'd kind of overdone it the night before. Hopefully he wouldn't run into Nataku again soon, because he was pretty sure a lecture would be in order; at least there hadn't been an opportunity for his friend to doodle on his face again, because he probably would have taken it.

...he hadn't, had he? Hopefully there hadn't been some time that he'd missed during the whole thing.

Fortunately, though, the nurse didn't say a word when she arrived to shoo him out of bed, but her opening greeting and bundle of non-grey clothing reminded him that it was another field trip day. Hanatarou dressed himself in the unfamiliar clothing (http://i39.tinypic.com/24v1ph4.jpg) without really paying attention except to be grateful that the green dragon-y jacket hadn't made an appearance again this week. What if something like last week happened again? He hadn't planned anything.

At least he spotted a familiar face once he boarded the bus, and paused beside her seat with hands nervously crushing the paper bag he'd been given. "Er, good morning, Senna-san," he offered. "Do you mind if I sit here?"

[doneinthree]

One week. Not yet one week exactly, as he (along with Spock and Chekov) had arrived during the night, waking up in an empty hospital — empty, apparently, because everyone else had been stranded in the nearby town fighting the undead. And now, nearly one week since then, he and his crew were still prisoners of Landel's, and it was their turn to go to Doyleton.

Kirk' eyes opened at the sound of the intercom, and for a second, feeling the weight of one fruitless, frustrating week settle on his bones, he didn't want to get up. But the nurse at his door, chiding them to get dressed quickly or else miss the bus, reminded him that it wasn't really his style to roll over and die. Kirk rubbed his face with both hands before donning the layers of clothing she'd left at the foot of his bed. Everyone else he saw upon stepping out of his room appeared to be dressed in the same mishmash variety of used garments.

The reason for the raincoat and galoshes became apparent the moment he looked outside, as his gaze lifted automatically to the overcast sky. Having apparently woken up early, Kirk lingered outside to wait for his crew, but another nurse urged him towards the buses idling before the institute. He boarded the one in the middle, and picked out an empty seat which gave him a view of the front doors.

[Ronixis]

[timeleaper.livejournal.com]

If there was one thing to be said for being one of the older patients (physically at least), it was that at least the nurses seemed less inclined to provide clothing which was downright ridiculous. Not that he was over the hill yet or anything, but most of the people here seemed to be in their teens and twenties and at least a decade younger than him. More... Iria's age. Ah, he wasn't sure whether to just feel old or to feel old and like a cradle robber when it came to that particular thought.

But yes, a white shirt and black slacks and a sweater were quite acceptable and easy to move in which, after last week, was something that he was rather grateful for. He hoped that there wouldn't be a repeat. He wasn't certain that he could pull off a spell like that again. And to think that was one of the weakest in his arsenal. How truly depressing.

He wondered if the town had gone back to normal now or if it had suffered for real during that night. He doubted the nurses would let them loose if the town was half burned and full of slaughtered corpses though. Another mystery then.

He stepped onto the bus and looked around for a moment before alighting on a young man near the front. "Ah, do you mind if I sit here?"

[emotionl4arobot.livejournal.com]

Brainiac 5 yawned and stretched, blinking his eyes sleepily at the wall before rolling over and sitting up groggily. He was annoyed that he'd apparently slept through the night again, but at the same time, there was the pleasant, refreshed feeling that went a long way to making him decide it wasn't necessarily such a bad thing. At least now he'd have an easier time concentrating on finding useful information and items in town... not to mention being better prepared should things get as dangerous as they had the last time they'd visited Doyleton.

Peter had already left with his nurse, so Brainiac 5 waited patiently for his own nurse to arrive, frowning ever so slightly when he noticed the clothing she'd brought. He'd forgotten about that little detail. The shirt was the same binary-covered one that he'd had last time (and he could still make out the pen marks from his alterations), so he presumed the jeans were as well. The black jacket was new, but considering the weather lately made sense, so he changed into it all with only a sigh of resignation before following the nurse out to the bus. At least this time around he didn't need any help getting into the vehicle, which was a small bonus.

Bagged lunch in hand, Brainiac 5 picked out a seat on the largely empty bus and settled down to stare out the window.

[Free, but Asuka will be throwing things at his head. :( ]

[gothamsfuture.livejournal.com]

...Okay, seriously? This whole night ending in the middle of things was starting to get on Terry's nerves. He knew they hadn't taken that long to travel, even with the stupid handcart, so why hadn't they actually managed to make it somewhere? Terry muffled a groan of frustration by dropping his pillow over his head, just in time for his nurse to get the entirely wrong impression.

So they got to spend a day on the town, huh? Somehow Terry didn't think it was going to be all nightclubs and greasy food joints. Especially not when his nurse produced an outfit that looked like it'd been rejected from the bargain bin at the charity shop. The jeans were fine, if a little ragged, but how anyone could have thought the sweater (http://1uglyshirt.com/store/August-p-287.html&seq=4bc4fdda0b84f&dsefu=off) was a good idea fell beyond Terry's realm of understanding. And the nurse was expecting him to wear it? Slagging great.

Now that Terry's mood was about as sour as it could possibly get, the nurse led him to the bus, sweater and all, and dumped him off with the first equally happy-looking kid she found. Left with a final order to behave and the intercom-promised bagged breakfast Terry settled back with a sigh before looking at the guy next to him. Might as well play nice, and find out what he could about Doyleton. "Looks like they really work hard at making us look like twips, huh?"

[dreadofthegrave]

Battler sighed as he rolled out of bed, not quite ready for the night to be over. The constant waking up without realizing he'd ever slept should have been more unsettling, but two days' time was more than enough to foster a sense of familiarity with the room, so he found himself caring about the shift a bit less than he normally would have. It was creepy, sure, but it didn't cause any harm other than a moment's disorientation, and he could only attribute it as being one of the institute's weird quirks. Given the division between day and night, it was probably meant to evoke a sense of unease and questioning, and if it really was that kind of message, Battler had no intention of listening quietly. It was his rebellious streak; when being told to do something, wasn't the impulse to do just the opposite?

On the other hand, he didn't put up any resistance when the nurse handed him a pile of old clothes. They weren't too bad, even if they'd obviously seen some use, and nearly anything would be better than that uniform. He really couldn't complain about getting a chance to walk around at his own leisure. That sort of thing could be refreshing, despite the gloomy weather, and it might make it easier to gather information. And after last night, he found himself with a whole new set of questions.

After getting dressed, he climbed onto one of the buses and grabbed a window seat towards the front, just in case--he was normally okay, but if it suddenly started shaking or something, he didn't exactly find the prospect of making himself look like an idiot in from of a busload of people very appealing. The front didn't shake as badly as the back when going over bumps or something, right...? Of course, it was just a precaution. He actually felt pretty good about this. After all, what was a vehicle compared to some of the stuff he'd been through?

... Whether he actually believed that or whether it was a thinly-veiled attempt at self-consolation was anyone's guess.

[ for a memory witch ♥ ]

[angels-inflight.livejournal.com]

Doyleton... While Naminé hadn't spent too much time at the place, it seemed especially foreboding. But not as bad as the other patients probably imagined it: she only knew of the events that transpired there while she was gone, and even when she was still here. So she was a little nervous when the nurses handed her some comfortable long-sleeved shirts and jeans, which ended up getting covered up by a garish bright pink raincoat, and shoved her onto a nearby bus.

It had been awhile since she had been on the bus, but Naminé wasn't quite early enough to be able to grab a seat for herself. Not that she particularly wanted one, but it seemed ... easier to her to grab a seat herself and then wait for a visitor. Picking the remaining leftover spaces next to a stranger seemed more intrusive than she would have liked to be.

"May I sit here?" In the end, she chose a seat near the front just to avoid standing around trying to make a decision, especially with the nurses quietly urging her to choose. The occupant, a red haired male, didn't look like he was too grumpy...

[mind-the-sukima.livejournal.com]

Yukari awoke slowly, curled up in the sheets of her bed. Mumbling, she turned over, reaching around with her arm for another warm body, only to find none. Irked, she cracked open an eye and found she was alone. Right, institute. Moves people around in the gap between night and morning. Sighing, the youkai was just about to curl up in a ball under the sheets when the nurse came in, telling her to do the impossible: rise and shine. She'd have to settle for one out of two, because while she got the blonde to rise, shining was not an option.

Despite this, Yukari was feeling pretty happy on account of last night. It was just the kind of happy that was best enjoyed half-awake and snuggled up somewhere warm, like say, by a certain ninja, rather than fully conscious. So she wasn't really paying attention when the nurse dressed her in a tan baby doll T-shirt and purple jacket, complete with scarf (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v348/Hiroshige/contemporary2.jpg) along with the capris from last week's outfit (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v348/Hiroshige/contemporary.jpg), handed a bag and herded onto the bus.

Yawning, the youkai saw only a couple others so far, neither of them a purple-haired ninja or a pink-haired ghost she could cuddle up to sleepily. Tottering down the aisle, Yukari slumped into a seat near the back and curled up, face pressing against the chilly window. She kind of wanted to move away from it, but before she could muster the energy to, she was lightly dozing once again.

[Free]

[sdatislife.livejournal.com]

Shinji had had time to catch an hour or two of sleep before he'd been dragged, sleepy-eyed, out of bed by a nurse and thrust into some clothes. They were simple and oddly familiar - a pair of beat-up jeans and a button-down short-sleeved shirt, along with a sweater and raincoat. He wasn't sure what was going on and he was still fuzzy-headed after his search for Kaworu.

Kaworu.

He hoped the other boy was all right. He and Rei spent all night searching for him and finally found him. He frowned as he was ushered outside, still half awake, handed a bag and then placed onto a bus. He found a seat easily enough and he slumped, staring listlessly out the window. His friends were out there - either on other buses or perhaps getting herded onto this one. If he got a chance to see them today, he'd be happy. The bag of food was left at his feet. He wasn't hungry - his appetite was gone, as usual. He sighed and let his shoulders slump. At least he would be getting out of the Institute.

_{[For Kaworu!]}

[moral-liberty.livejournal.com]

"Stop that," a nurse chided Kaworu, and shooed his fingers away from the small bandage on his chest that he was peeling off his skin. It was just visible under the violently orange, flowered button-up shirt he had been put in, under layers of coats. She had interrupted Kaworu before he could see the small, healing puncture wounds that he knew were there. They represented a truth, the nature of which was still evading him. But the presence of his own blood confirmed it. If he lifted the gauze to find unmarked skin, would it invalidate his memory? The words and images seeped into one another, but he had threads of reality that he could reach for.

He could see one of them when he stepped up onto the bus. Shinji. Seeing him settled something that he hadn't realized had been disturbed. Breathing came easier. Some tension left his thoughts. His attention redirected entirely towards Shinji, if only to appreciate the stability he had gained in finding him. Kaworu didn't look at the other passengers, and didn't hesitate to walk up to the seat. He stared for a moment, with the beginning of a smile on his face. It didn't fully realize itself yet.

"May I join you?" he asked reflexively. "I'd like to stay with you."

[lookitmemama.livejournal.com]

"This is the ugliest top (http://www.polyvore.com/asukas_doyleton_outfit/set?id=17823946) I've ever seen...." How much gayer for America could you get? Ugh, this country was disgusting.

The nurse's patience came from experience, and once Asuka finally stopped talking, she interjected with a neutral smile. "Well, all the clothes we have are donations we received, we should be so lucky--"

"Yeah, yeah... Sheesh...." The young girl held the red, white and blue top up once more to block out the view of her nurse. "Please tell me you brought something to go over this...?"

"Of course, it's going to be a bit chilly and rainy today, so I brought you a hoodie and a raincoat..."

"Thank God..." Asuka didn't waste her time bemoaning her lot since it wasn't going to change anything. At least the woman had remembered to bring her something to put up her hair with. They weren't barrettes unfortunately, but pigtails would just have to do. Making sure to zip up her pink hoodie all the way to the top so no one could see the horror underneath, the redhead slipped on her boots and clashing yellow raincoat before following her nurse to the buses waiting outside.

Of course...

The first thing she saw was Shinji and Kaworu sitting together. Lifting her chin and feigning ignorance as she passed them, Asuka fumed within instead. Stupid Shinji couldn't even be man enough to save her a seat! What the hell happened to chivalry and all of that romantic shit? Her generation had some pretty low standards these days.

"Whatever..." The eva pilot took a seat closer to the back by herself, arms folded defensively over her chest.

[For Sho~! Asuka will be throwing projectiles at Brainy sometime during the bus ride btw :| ]

[number-crunch.livejournal.com]

Sho awoke with a yell, the smell of burnt hair still lingering in his nostrils. That crazy drain clog cuboid! Was there anyway to fight it? And on top of that, it had prevented him from squashing the spider. For his first day as Composer, that hadn't been all it was cracked up to be.

"What the factor is this?" he yelled at the nurse when presented with his new clothes.

"Now, Shawn, you know for our field trips we use some of the donated clothes for the patients to wear. You should be happy to have something this nice," she confided in him. "I've seen some of the other outfits patients end up in."

"Where's your beauty? There's nothing worse than blank white null!" he snorted. Eventually though, after an orderly came in and the needles came out, the mathematician ended up dressed in a plain white shirt and pants (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v348/Hiroshige/RamenSho.png). At least he was given a red bandanna for his head, not unlike the one he used to wear in Shibuya. Unfortunately, it also came with a big yellow rain-jacket, like the kind little kids wore, only this one was his size.

"In case it rains," the nurse said with a smile. Sho just gave her an unpleasant look as he was herded outside and onto the bus.

"Ow, hey, I can sit down just fine, you factoring hectopascal!" he protested as an orderly pushed him down the aisle, finally forcing him into a seat before leaving to find the next uncooperative patient. The Reaper kicked out after him, but hit nothing but air. Grumbling and folding his arms, he glanced over at the other person he was sharing a seat with. Some girl with a ridiculously pink sweatshirt. Pink wasn't even a proper color.

"What the factor you looking at?" he growled, expression surly.

[Cause, yeah, Sho's totally an ally of justice and is gonna stop you]

[its-the-mileage.livejournal.com]

For once, finding himself back in bed was something of a relief rather than a frustration. Sure, beggars couldn't be choosers, but Indy still found himself wishing the rest of Ryuuzaki's "friends" were more like Lunge and less like the crackpot roommate. "An organization trained specifically to deal with supernatural threats," for God's sake!

This morning, though, Indy was primarily interested in something more immediate than Ryuuzaki's master investigation plan--namely the trip to town. His working hypothesis was that it would look the same way it had last Saturday morning, but it'd be interesting to find out.

The clothes the nurse handed him this time had obviously been chosen with lousy weather in mind: high black rain boots, a pair of waist overalls, a long-sleeved collared shirt, and a nondescript gray car coat (http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/P10269083.jpg) for the rain. This week Indy asked for a hat (admittedly as much because it felt a bit strange to be on the streets without one as to keep the rain off his face); the nurse left for a couple of minutes and, on her return, produced a faded white New York Yankees cap. Indy accepted his sack lunch with gritted teeth. They had to be making fun of him.

The buses were still almost empty when he got outside--the day was cold and wet, as predicted--so he found a seat to himself and opened the paper bag. As he bit into the apple it contained, Indy found himself wondering idly if Guybrush Threepwood, mighty pirate, might have any better luck coming up with a mental map of the terrain on this trip than he had. It didn't seem likely.

[for Prussia. Waist overalls = jeans!]

[hat_einen_vogel]

Finding himself suddenly waking back in that room was no less jarring this morning than it had been yesterday. There was no good way to explain it, either; the first time the only people who had been around were Howl and Keman, and this time... Well, it couldn't have been Carter; whatever it might have been, he felt he could at least be pretty damn sure of that.

To top it all off, no sooner had he woken up and scrambled out of bed than the annoying woman from yesterday came in to deliver a pile of clothes to him. They were taking a trip into town, she said, and he needed clothes for the weather. She left him alone to change into the clothes: a black undershirt, a pale collared shirt that might have once been blue (but had faded drastically since), a pair of sturdy grey trousers, tall black boots, and a hooded rain jacket.

He'd changed into the clothes without fuss—they were much better than the crap he'd been wearing since he'd arrived or been transferred or whatever had happened—and then graciously allowed the woman to escort him the buses, where he was given a sack with breakfast in it, a book of coupons, and free reign to pick a seat.

Standing in the aisle of the bus, Prussia weighed the merits of making a break for it right then and there. If he could get off the bus and past the women and their orderlies, or maybe even commandeer the bus instead... Raphael's attempts to escape via automobile had failed, but...

Well, he'd bide his time for now. If they were going to town, maybe he'd be able to get a better idea of where exactly they were, of which country they were in. They'd have to ride the buses again to get back here, and it might be better to try then, when they weren't so close to the hospital. Hell, maybe he could even escape before then.

He sat down in the nearest open seat, next to a man eating an apple. He glanced at the man, giving him a nod and a "good morning" before opening his own bagged breakfast to see what was inside.

[heraldric.livejournal.com]

It was one of those mornings when Leon was hefted out of bed before he was fully awake. Perhaps he moved enough when still half-asleep that his nurse didn't see any problem with this. Heck, he might have even gotten out of bed himself, but he certainly didn't remember it.

He did recognize the clothing he was being dressed in once the nurse was pulling the sweater over his head. It was that blue on blue one with the cat that they usually shoved him into before they went to...

"No!" The young mage struggled in her grip but she managed to get it on despite this. He didn't know where he'd go even if he could scurry away, but spending the day in the Institute doped up on sedatives would be better than going to Doyleton if it meant that he got to spend the night safe in his room. Had he lost track of the days so easily? He must have been so busy keeping track of who he needed to make weapons for each night that he'd stopped checking the actual day.

Somehow, he still found himself being led by the hand out to the cul-de-sac where three plain, no-at-all-threatening looking buses sat waiting to drag him off to his doom. At least he could see that he wasn't the only one looking apprehensive about things. He took his lunch and found himself a seat, but he couldn't help glancing fearfully out the window at the building they were leaving behind.

[for Guy]

[nobleman]

Upon waking up, Guy found that his mood was conflicted. On one hand, Luke had successfully been equipped with a weapon, which made him feel much better about his friend being here. He knew that Luke could have handled himself even without being armed, but this definitely increased his chances of making it through the nights unscathed. On the other hand, they'd found evidence of someone setting a room on fire and Guy hadn't gotten the chance to speak to Luke about his memory issues as a result.

Having that issue unresolved made him restless, but he could at least be distracted by their trip into town. Then again, he wasn't exactly eager to go back after what had happened last time. There was no saying for sure that they would be attacked by those zombies again, but there was also no way of knowing that they wouldn't be. And after what had happened to him and Claude, he really didn't want to go through that again. Who would?

As usual, a nurse came in and set a change of clothing on the bed for him. Luckily enough, Guy got a pair of warm leggings that he was able to tuck into some waterproof boots -- it made him feel a little more like himself, since this was closer to the clothing he was used to wearing. His upper body didn't fare quite as well, as he was given a thermal long-sleeved shirt and then a red windbreaker to wear over it. It was a little too bright for his tastes, but he doubted the nurse was going to care about his sense of fashion.

One thing he could be excited about was the buses, though. Even though no one had ever bothered to tell him the details about how they worked, it was still a treat to ride on the vehicles. Smiling, Guy collected his breakfast and his coupons and stepped into one of the buses.

The first thing he did was look for Luke (or any of his other friends from Auldrant), but the only familiar face he spotted was Leon's. With human ears again. Figuring that he should take the time to speak with the kid and properly thank him for the night before, Guy waved at the boy before sitting next to him.

He noticed the kid's strange clothing, but didn't comment on it. "You feeling better this morning?" he asked with a small frown.

[ninelivesonce]

Landel's final admonishment blurred into the end of being dressed down by one of the few people she'd come to truly respect here, the second time in one day. She didn't want to open her eyes. It was childish, and not at all productive, but it had hurt. Salt in the wounds of another night where they'd gotten no closer to an escape plan. She'd been here over a week; they were going back to that strange little village, and she had nothing to show for it. Her commanders should be disappointed; she was disappointed in herself.

As was the 'tech bustling in the door with an armful of clothing in two different shades of blue, upon seeing her still in bed. "Come on, dear. We were able to find something in your size that was still feminine, if a little sporty." She held up a pale-blue outfit. Some echo of a memory laid track suit over impractically-embellished fatigues, but it did look like it would fit, and it was the same soft fabric as the dress she'd had last week. The darker bundle turned out to be a water-repellant coat, with fuzz on the inside and a cartooned tiger on the back.

"A big cat for a --" Taura's flinch cut the woman off mid-analogy, and when she started peeling off her top, she mumbled something about privacy and scrambled from the room with an efficacy and respect for personal space she had heretofore failed to display.

She got dressed, collected her breakfast in tense silence broken only by the words milk, please, and made her way onto the bus. Only a few seats were taken, so she folded herself into a window seat and peered out into the mist.

[free!]

[winged_moon]

[:D?]

It had been yet another wasted night, and yet this time Yue couldn't summon will enough to really care; the best he managed was a weary, vaguely irritated resignation. He would have liked to ensure that Sakura (and Touya) made it home safely, but everything he'd done so far had only made things worse. Maybe if he simply stopped trying altogether then matters would improve? Or not. Did it really matter? Just so long as Sakura was safe -- that was the only thing he needed to concern himself about.

That was certainly going to be quite a bit to worry about today, though, with this being another Doyleton trip. He could hope that nothing on the level of last week happened again, but one never knew. Yue took the clothing the nurse brought him and dressed without a word, then took another moment to braid his hair in an effort to keep it out of the way as best as he could manage before silently following the nurse out the door again and to the waiting buses.

He saw no sign of Sakura or Touya, but when he stopped to look around the nurse impatiently shooed him on, saying something about being "late." They were all going to the same destination, so Yue only frowned and moved on, making a note to find them once in town just in case something did happen. Most of the seats were taken by now, and he lowered himself into the first empty space without bothering to ask permission of the unfamiliar woman already sitting there, then proceeded to examine the contents of the paper bag he'd been given without much interest.

[feartehreaper.livejournal.com]

From the instant he found himself awake, Haseo's demeanor reeked of a man being readied for his execution. From the smallest to biggest detail, after the end to the previous week's 'field trip,' going down to Doyleton again was the very last thing he wanted, and nothing the nurse who came to fetch and dress him was capable of getting him to engage in eye contact or interest from the Adept Rogue. Honestly, it was tempting to just shut down completely.

And yet he simply couldn't avoid facing it. Despite what had happened, he was bound by obligation and, when it came down to it, he knew he couldn't give in to the fear of what might happen just because it made him uncomfortable. There were people who were not be able to defend themselves; he could, and therefore he felt he had little right to be hiding away.

Unfortunately, the institute's ironic sense of fashion only left him feeling apprehensive and out of date. The pale blue dress shirt (http://i44.tinypic.com/mm8u0x.jpg) and tan pants (http://i41.tinypic.com/2cru5ty.jpg) seemed unusually reminiscent of someone else's outfit from the week before, and the only thing that kept him from breaking out of his general apathy was that first off, the tie (http://i41.tinypic.com/sw9rfc.jpg) his nurse absolutely insisted go around his neck was taunting but not quite as bad as it could have been, and second, she readily provided a semi-faded black coat (http://i39.tinypic.com/2n8wjtf.jpg) and scarf (http://i44.tinypic.com/2lk8xuf.jpg) that mostly hid it all. Even if he definitely had to wonder about the fascination with tying things around his neck, he figured he'd just have to deal. He'd just have to remember to remove them before the day got too late.

To top it all off though, he noticed as he climbed the bus steps that the worn boots (http://i44.tinypic.com/153sa3d.jpg) he had on didn't quite fit as well as the ones from the previous week. He'd been tempted to bring up that he still had the other ones, but... regardless of their origin, he didn't want them taken away. If they found he had them somehow, it seemed possible they'd search and find the other things as well- his swords in particular were something he simply couldn't afford to lose.

He frowned at this as he was practically pushed down the aisle by the crowd of 'patients' attempting to find a seat as well. He saw Leon already there, but the boy looked busy and so far his other friends didn't seem to be around. As much as he wanted to, there really wasn't time to stand around and wait, and so in the mean time he sighed in exasperation and swung into an occupied seat with a girl he didn't really look at. It was only after he'd been there a few seconds that he noticed how odd she looked- there were even marks on her face, which was something that always managed to get the teen's attention.

"Hey. Sorry" he said after a moment, leaning an arm on the seat in front of him. "Waiting on anyone?"

[diamondstorm]

The bus chosen seemed to have a crowd. The others flowed and pressed into the aisle, and it was no surprise really when someone sat down next to her. That would have been enough, but for their apology and question. Renamon's eyes shifted to the other, instantly noting the marking on his face. They were almost similar, at least in the way that she hadn't noticed others with such before. The impression slid through her, but the Digimon simply shook her head almost perceptibly.

"No, I wasn't," she said, bland in the tones. There was a beat, almost awkward. She hadn't seen him before, and she wondered at that. Surely she would have remembered something that looked like that. "...Have you been here long?"

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

Heiji woke up with a start, still shaking, hands clutched around his ears. That hadn't just happened. That hadn't happened while he'd been in the room, it was a nightmare of some kind. A very realistic, very painful, very sensory nightmare.

But unless he was still dreaming and the pad of gauze taped to the side of his head was part of it, it hadn't been a nightmare. Sen was... That guy had gone berserk and...

"Good morning Harley! It's--"

"SON OF A BITCH!" Heiji screamed, tearing out of bed and throwing himself at his nurse. He was going to rip something apart. He was going to tear through the fucking walls until he found Landel and dragged him out to be slowly beaten to death by the rest of the patients. His nurse screeched in alarm, Heiji shoving her out of the way with practiced efficiency. Everything was a blur, which meant that he didn't see the needles coming at him until he felt them. He struggled until he couldn't struggle anymore.

He found himself in the front row of a bus. Bus... bus? His knees had jeans on them (http://swipelife.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/topmans-wilderness-aw-09-7.jpg), and there was something on his head (http://www.worldwidehat.com/buy-hat-cap/peruvian-hats-beanie/peruvian-hat-sherpa-beanie-7211.JPG). And for some reason, he was upset that he wasn't armed. Because of something.

God. Sen was dead.

[For Shinichi.]

[meitantei.livejournal.com]

Shinichi had woken up annoyed, but that wasn't much of a surprise. Annoyed seemed to be his default state lately, especially when Kaitou Kid was involved. Their conversation in the entry room hadn’t gotten very far, or given Shinichi many of the answers he’d been looking for, before night had ended and he was back in bed.

The nurse showed up a few minutes later with his change of clothes (http://www.polyvore.com/shinichi/set?id=17828016), and it was only then that he realized that they were going to town again today. That only added to his frustration. Great. Back to Nowheresville, USA, population: zombies. More people were going to die tonight. Maybe even get murdered, like Sanzo had last week. It was a sucky situation, and the nurse had made it very clear as she was frogmarching him up the bus steps that there was no getting out of it.

He was about to talk back when he saw the Great Detective of the West sitting alone and looking like death warmed over. Heiji was either really sick, drugged, or both. That much Shinichi could tell as he got closer to his friend. But why? What had the other detective done to get so messed up so early in the day?

"Hey," he said gently, sitting down next to him. "You look like hell."

[thecamellia.livejournal.com]

_{[free, no limits~]}

She just didn’t know what to do. Another night, another chance to make a difference, and Tsubaki had nothing to show for it. She could do the math: in the two weeks she’d been imprisoned in Landel’s, more than half of her nights had ended abruptly without being able to achieve her intended goal, or even being able to attempt the goal.

It was frustrating, and worrying. A desperate coil of anxiety made her want to wring her hands, muss her hair, do something.

There was nothing good in getting worked up, but--! It was like she was standing still while everyone around her suffered. What could she do to stop them, the… the whatever they were, time lags? To make sure she could do more than just do nothing? Tsubaki wanted someone to tell her how. She wanted to be useful. She wanted Black☆Star.

And now it was time for another field trip, and there was no possible way of telling what would happen this time, if there would be a similar attack, if there would be something worse… There would be new prisoners around, too, with no idea what was going on, and the people on the radio didn’t seem to want to or couldn’t help… Tsubaki knew this feeling. It’d been dogging her as long as she’d been in the Institute, rising up when she couldn’t keep it completely repressed. Selfishly, there was also fear for herself mixed in, beginning with her parents and ending with her brother.

With a slightly more lackluster demeanor than usual, Tsubaki worked with her nurse to get ready for the trip. She didn’t understand the reference on the t-shirt (http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a129/shirasyndrome/12109-1.jpg?t=1271213178) she was given, but combined with a pair of black pants that fit for the most part, the outfit was simple and comfortable enough. It seemed the weather was rainy again—on top of her breakfast bag, she was given a raincoat (http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a129/shirasyndrome/today257.jpg?t=1271213152) with cute little whales on it to put on as she walked to the buses.

The clothes weren’t really her style, and fashion didn’t occupy much of her thoughts, but Tsubaki tried to smile at the coat. She couldn’t let herself be subsumed by fears. If something were to happen that day, she could only act.

Taking a seat, the girl scooted to the window and began eating her bagel.

[inherited]

The feeling was unmistakable. Out from his hair poured the dark hair, and it was wrong, it wasn't right—

And then it was gone, replaced by white walls and a cheerful smile. Riku didn't even feel like he closed his eyes. It was eerie how much control they had over him, and it made him feel powerless. The last thing he wanted was these people in charge to have every aspect of him bound and controlled. The lack of freedom was suffocating. The feeling that he couldn't get anywhere seemed to envelop him more than he liked, but he tried to deal with it. He had to deal with it. His friends were counting on him.

Friends who, while traveling with, he hadn't been able to find any answers. They were doing a good job, weren't they?

Riku's mind was swimming a little too much to really pay attention to what the nurse was saying. He caught a bit about pulling on clothing and going into town, but he didn't know anything else. At least, he knew he was headed out, but he didn't know where or what for. Why would they chance giving them that much freedom? Didn't they think of what would happen if they managed to actually work as a unit? Then again, Riku had a feeling a few of them weren't that unlike him, in the end. Working for what mattered often outweighed some intelligent notions.

He pulled on his clothing quickly. It wasn't really his style, but most things weren't. After a year in the Organization jacket, he wasn't too picky. Jeans, a bright red shirt—whatever, he didn't mind.

After they were on, he headed out, just in time to see Sora getting on a bus. But before he could head in and sit by his friend, as his instincts told him to do, his nurse caught him by the shoulder. "We've got someone we'd like you to talk to."

Interference again. He didn't say anything. A frown was all she deserved, and all he would give, really.

He was a little surprised when he saw the nurse was directing him toward a girl a moment later. He hadn't had the chance to talk to too many—or any, really, with the exception of Kairi and Naminé. Riku took the seat beside her and slouched a little, though his gaze still moved easily over the seat in front of him. Since he noticed the bagel in her hand, he started to eat his, and he didn't bother with greetings yet. Better to get a read on the situation, he felt, than waste his time with awkward formalities. Plus, he needed strength, so he figured he had some excuse.

[lighthearted]

The moment that Sora woke up, he found himself pulling a face. Really? He and his friends had only made it into the Sun Room before night ended. It just hadn't been long enough. It was weird, since that was the second time in a row that that had happened. Was it possible that Mr. Landel didn't want him spending his nights with Riku and Kairi?

Well, that was just too bad! He wasn't going to stop himself from watching over them and working with them just because of a few setbacks. He was sure that if they kept at it, they would get something done. While he had to admit that he was more used to working with Donald and Goofy when it came to stuff like this, he wanted to reach that level of comfort with his two best friends, too.

Any excitement Sora might have had for the Doyleton trip was reduced by his memories of the previous time. While the town would hopefully be zombie-free this time around, there was no way of knowing. Still, that didn't mean he was going to stick around in the institute. He wasn't scared, after all. Besides, other than a bite on his neck, he'd made it through that night pretty successfully.

When a nurse brought in his outfit for the day (a pair of jeans, a shirt, a sweatshirt, and then a bright yellow raincoat and some really red rainboots), Sora couldn't stop himself from staring. He wasn't too adverse to bright clothing, but after the gray uniform, it was a pretty huge change. The yellow coat especially. At least it had a hood...

After getting dressed, the boy was led out of the institute and to the buses. Which matched his coat, he noted with a frown. The nurse urged him onto one of them, handing him his breakfast and the regular book of coupons. Like always, Sora found himself a seat and fell into it; he hoped people weren't laughing at his outfit, even though he knew it was silly to even worry about it.

While part of him wanted to check up on Riku and Kairi, another part hoped they would be on different buses. Both of them were bound to tease him if they saw him like this...

[For Kairi.]

[kingdomless.livejournal.com]

Doyleton, huh? Kairi blinked in a sleepy daze as she was led down the hallway, unbelieving at the fact that the night before had passed by so quickly. They had gotten to the Sun Room, and then ...

And then she woke up. Well, that was upsetting.

Oh well, she told herself as she was led to a random bus, wearing too large red rain boots and a long, funny smelling pink rain coat (underneath she had a knee length skirt and a black sweater.), the once princess gazed around the bus and instantly spotted a familiar head of spiky brown hair. Letting out a relieved sigh that Sora was okay (she always worried about him, even when she knew that he was okay) she moved towards him with a smile. "Can I sit with you, Sora?"

Just then she realized his boots, and she lifted one of her feet, wiggling it slightly. "Look, we match."

[runner-up-robot.livejournal.com]

Waking up from raiding the storage room, Forte was pleasantly surprised to find the stuff he'd collected somehow made it back to his room with him. Then he heard a knock and scrambled to shove the box of contraband into the closet. Before he could answer, of course, the nurse came in with a set of clothes for him to wear. He was confused for a moment, then remembered his first, confusing day here - he must have missed the next trip after the attack.

He was in a good enough mood to just play along as she helped him put on the outfit (http://dragonrider13025.deviantart.com/art/Alex-Mercer-Prototype-128540616) - was it really necessary to have three different layers (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5Oy1LEdGW4#t=0m30s) to go outside? And the only thing more frustrating complicated than the zipper on the hoodie was the buttons on the shirt. At least the pattern on the back of the jacket was kind of cool. It also occurred to him that this much padding might offer just a little more protection than bare skin. That was something, right?
[[OOC note: made of plastic leather, so suitable for rain ;)]]

As he was led out and onto a bus, he contemplated the timing. Assuming he hadn't lost an entire week, this meant he'd been there for two. He'd screwed up, sure, and lost half of that time recovering. But really, was he doing so badly? He'd finally gotten ahold of something weapon-like - and was even using his crutches, which he'd left in the closet with the storage room stuff. For once, it felt like he was making a little bit of progress. After all, wasn't that how Rock - and later Forte - did things? You pick your fight, get a new weapon, and use that weapon to acquire more. Pretty soon you're knocking at Wily's door with an entire arsenal.

Finally, he took a sit looking out the window, actually smiling for once - not the psychotic grin he got when it came to weapons and violence, but just feeling generally content. Hell, he even took the apple out of his bag and took a bite. Talk about progress - two weeks ago, he tried eating for the first time, and choked. Now he was at least somewhat used to this body, he was up and able to walk around on his own again, and he'd just completed a successful mission. Maybe he could allow himself to actually enjoy the day for once.

[for Depth Charge]

[scalyfishman.livejournal.com]

Waking up wasn't nearly as painful as it could have been, what with the whole potential perforated lung schtick Hime had so pleasantly informed Depth Charge of when she'd diagnosed him as having broken several of the most important bones in the human body. Sitting up still sent a spark of pain rippling through his torso like a hot poker, but so long as he could breath and so long as he wasn't dead he could deal with that. Huh. He'd thank Raine for that later, maybe.

Anyway, even if he had been in pain he wouldn't have had the time to wallow in it; regular as clockwork, in came his nurse a few moments later holding... oh, great. The bag. The one with the clothes (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_29WlDIl0Qbo/Sgg7A8CsjhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ezCjtvsFDUA/s400/001.jpg). And no, having the jacket in a waterproof material didn't make it smell any less stale. The woman was lucky he was feeling tense enough this morning not to want to get into a fight. After all. The last time he'd put that thing on, he'd ended up getting chewed on by zombies- who knew what that meant for this time around?

With the same old reminder that it would probably be best if he stayed away from the movie rental store (... what?), she hustled him into his Doyleton ensemble and onto the bus, lunch bag thrust into his hands, in record time. Tch. At least she'd manage to shuttle him towards a familiar face. Swinging into the seat next to Forte, he gave a short nod. "Still online, then."

[lawful_perfect]

von Karma grumbled as the blasted nurse dragged him out of bed, chirping at him in that shrill voice as though he were an invalid or a young child. Bah! Never had he spoken in such a tone to either of his daughters, not even when they were infants! The pride and dignity that were the crux of his family's legacy had to be ingrained as early as possible; foolish "baby talk" would undermine that.

And now this nurse was demanding that he dress himself in yet another set of thrift store rags, barely fit to clothe a lowly beggar, let alone the former veteran prosecutor whose career lasted forty years. After he had spent all of last night in his finery again, it made his skin crawl for him to even think of having to wear this sweatshirt sporting a "Hard Rock Cafe" logo on the front and the faded pair of jeans. Even less appealing was the hooded plaid flannel coat that had frayed hems and visible rips in the sleeves. Yet the nurse insisted that he wear it, since the weather was getting "nippy out, and Mr. Rainstorm is on his way!" She then handed him a bag containing a meager breakfast -- albeit one that was acceptable to him, for once -- and a small carton of milk. "Be careful not to spill, now!" ...Why in blazes did she have to wag her finger at him like that?!

Finally, she left him to dress himself in privacy. Since it seemed he had no choice, he did so grudgingly. He then took the bag, his journal, and a pen, and headed out for the bus loading area.

By now, it appeared that all three of these filthy vehicles were crowded. The nurse ushered him onto one of them and willed him to "have a fun time" and to "be good!" His response to her was the same cold, silent glare he always offered her. He then looked around for empty seats. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of Ms. Taura; she was easy to spot, as she towered over the other seated passengers. However, as he got closer to her, he discovered that someone else was already sharing her seat. Hn.

Fortunately, there was a seat nearby that was completely unoccupied at the present. Before anyone else could claim it, he sat in the aisle seat and set the breakfast bag on the window seat. If that didn't discourage possible unwanted seatmates, the scowl on his face surely would.

[Free, but gonna be sloooow; limit one, plz]

[threepwood]

[HO HO THESE PERSONALITIES WILL SO NOT CLASH :D]

Guybrush opened his eyes slowly, so sure he'd just dozed off while waiting for Javert to return to his room. Instead, he was greeted by the plain walls and sterile smell of every patient room. He sat up and paused, readying himself with covers in hand for the inevitable company in his bed. Pulling the sheets back with dramatic flair, he saw exactly what he'd expected to see: Javert's sword, his shovel, and the flashlight, all cluttered around his feet. "Great. Looks like I'll be taking another fun trip to Javert's tonight. Looking forward to that."

Sarcastic comment aside, he took one step out of the bed and let loose a yelp. He brought his foot to the good hand- "M- my foot is burned?" he said, completely and utterly surprised. "That must have been some top-quality fire. Who would have thought walking into a flaming room of death would have resulted in a genuine injury?" He took a quick glance toward his roommate's bed- no Scott in sight.

Guybrush didn't have time to wonder where his roommate was- the nurse entered, dropped some clothes on his bed, and left without a single word. "As cheery and fun as ever. At least I get some new clothes. They can't possibly be worse than what I'm wearing now."

A minute and a half later, and the mighty pirate was ready to eat his words. He looked down at himself- rain boots, a Star Wars T-shirt, a black rain jacket, and pants so hideous they were beyond description. "I take it back. I'd rather wear the broken sweatpants." No time to argue the wardrobe change- the nurse reentered, handed him a sack, and led him outside to a bus.

He took the first empty seat, sliding past an older man to the window. "Hi there," he greeted, not seeing the sour expression on his seatmate's face. "Hope you don't mind me sitting here. Or these blinding pants I'm wearing."

[per-ardua.livejournal.com]

Raine wasn't much for caring about what her clothing looked like (as was evidenced by her usual outfit) but this (http://s20.photobucket.com/albums/b247/Clover-Elf/My%20Art/?action=view&current=Raines2010DoyletonOutfit.jpg) was ridiculous. Were there really adults out there who chose to dress like this? The white jeans were all right, but the shirt and sweater being pink and lavender, respectively... ugh. At least she was wearing plain blue sneakers.

As much as she disliked Doyleton for multiple reasons, she wasn't about to try to refuse the trip; as sad as it was, she was better off with the change of scenery. She'd never been cooped up in one place for this long, and the town offered, well, the illusion of freedom, even as limited as it was.

Taking her breakfast, she found a free seat on the bus and looked out the window. The day was clearly not going to be anywhere near sunny; oh, well. She wouldn't care about even the worst downpour as long as she got to the bookstore first.

[For Reinforce!]

[1imited-edition.livejournal.com]

Reinforce, of course, barely noticed Raine's clothing - her own armor aside, Hayate had possessed a rather wide-ranging and eccentric enthusiasm for clothing that had been partially transmitted to her - so when she joined Raine on the bus she was uncertain what exactly Raine looked so exasperated about.

"Are you feeling all right?" The Book asked before sitting, looking a touch worried.

As though to emphasize the injustice she was quite nicely dressed. Her black jeans weren't substantially different from Raine's, but she'd gotten a dark blue blouse that looked surprisingly unworn for a mass-laundered castoff and a warm padded white jacket that recalled the colors she usually wore.

[flamingfurball.livejournal.com]

Nanaki had never suffered too much with transport, but usually he was much closer to the ground and spread on four legs. He shifted about, trying to get comfortable and ended up with his legs pulled up and his body against the window. Freedom, just out there. Surely the patients could easily escape once they got to town?

[Free]

[sixth-attack.livejournal.com]

Ugghhh! Dammit! The night before had gone all wrong! Sechs barely learned anything to help him deal with that damn drug sitting in his spine! So far, all that Sechs gained from his visit with ZEX was that sooner or later, he was gonna have to get "the talk". It was still something he couldn't totally grasp and he needed to get that fixed. Sechs couldn't stop berating himself for being such an oblivious cuddle toy for the admiral! Although, he wasn't sure if he liked that sort of interaction or not... That didn't matter now. What was more important to him was that he didn't learn the battle skills he needed! Damn! What a waste!

When Sechs grumbled and mumbled his way out from under the bed covers, the Replica was struck with a whole new problem. His roommate was still absent! His bed was untouched and there were no signs of him having left the room before Sechs woke up! Sechs frowned at the empty, immaculate bed; this was getting serious now!

"Where the hell are you Will?!" Sechs growled as he scrambled out of his messy bed. Screw this! Sechs wasn't letting his roommate sneak off from him without a final battle! He was going to have to find a way to drag him back!

And with that, Sechs ransacked his roommate's closet, taking everything he could get his hands on, especially the deadly machete, carried it all within his arms, and then unceremoniously dumped them into his closet! There! Once he got a chance to visit the message board, Sechs was going to post a little ransom note for his dear roommate! Will couldn't possibly ignore the fact that Sechs had stolen his stuff, he was sure to crawl out from hiding and come after Sechs! They had unfinished business to attend to anyways! Will wouldn't let that opportunity slip by! ....Right?

Yet another wrench got thrown into Sechs' plans with the arrival of a nurse and her escort of orderlies, and he was quickly reminded that today they were going on that dreaded field trip... With the threat of sedation and the steely glares from the two towering orderlies, it wasn't long before Sechs found himself roughly herded between the two men towards the buses wearing a new set of attire. A dark blue shirt showing some weird cat on a rail (http://images3.cafepress.com/product/258184793v15_480x480_Front_Color-Royal.jpg), a pair of baggy jeans (which kept slipping down his hips, despite the belt that came with it) and a warm black coat with a matching scarf. Sechs had the feeling he was going to have a cold and lousy day again...

It took a bit more rough handling from the staff before the Replica would step foot on the bus. Sechs didn't want to go back to that deadbeat town again! Not after what happened...last time... It was just one fucking thing after another! With his lunch bag clutched in one hand, and his chin glumly perched on the other, all Sechs could do was hatefully brood out the window. No shit better not happen today...!

[no-barbarian.livejournal.com]

Was it Doyleton day again already? That meant Teisel had been here for...two weeks, exactly. He'd been on the Colossus dig site longer than that, but the fact remained that he needed to redouble his efforts. Donning his 'outside' outfit of a green sweater and jeans (now with an additional dark green jacket--the nurse did realize that he'd wear other colors besides green, right?) he let himself be herded onto a bus.

Spying Sechs, he shimmied down the narrow aisle and plopped down into the seat beside him. "Hey, kid. What's shakin'?" Sechs looked to be in a low mood, and while Teisel had plenty of those himself, he had little patience for it at the moment. "You got a toothache or something?"

[longlivetheking]

Scar couldn't tell how long he had been lying on the cold, hard surface of the table, alone and bloodied and defeated. His head ached and his throat was dry. The only thing that kept him company was his own hoarse breathing and the darkness of the room that seemed to be suffocating him. The whole room seemed to be suffocating him, but he couldn't leave. He didn't have the energy to leave. So he kept lying on the cold table. His head kept throbbing, his pride shred to pieces, but he was too exhausted to do anything.

Morning came, and the former lion found himself staring at the bright white ceiling. He was back in his room, he realized. He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths. The fragile relief he felt upon realizing that the dreadful experience was over, that he was alive...it faded as quickly as it had come. He had--

Teeth clenched, fingers curled up into fists, nails digging into the palms of his hands. He trembled, though he didn't even notice. He noticed nothing as thoughts ran through his head, hearing echoes of whispers and words and...they had forced him to---

No! He didn't want to think about this. It was better if he didn't.

A shaky hand moved to touch the wound on the the left side of his head, to try and feel what sort of damage had been caused, but he instantly regretted the decision as a sharp pain shot through the left side of his skull. He winced, clenched his eyes shut, and it took him a moment to recover.

I-it was all their fault. The fault of this place!

"Mr. Irons?" Scar hadn't even noticed the nurse coming into his room, giving him a worried look before continuing cheerfully: "I know you're not feeling well, but I'm sure some fresh air will do you some good! Today is the field trip! Now, if you don't hurry up and change you'll miss the bus!"

She practically dragged her charge out of bed and helped him change into an outfit consisting of a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt and a jacket (not that could even name these typically human things, but right now, he couldn't quite care). Normally, he would've protested. Or at least he would've complained, but he didn't quite have the energy to protest, or think of an excuse. In comparison, it hardly seemed to matter. No, he was too occupied with other things.

A small while later, Scar was seated somewhere in the back of the bus, staring out of the window, chin resting on the back of his hand as he leaned his elbow on the side of the bus. The brown bag containing his breakfast was left untouched on his lap; the mere thought of trying to eat something came with a wave of nausea.

[One traumatized lion, free for a good hug home!]

[mateswithnobody.livejournal.com]

Ugly day had come and Donna felt no desire to participate this go around. She'd already been dressed in no less than the ugliest, most ghastly clothing imaginable and unless the "third time was a charm" she'd not be wearing anything more embarrassing, even if it meant decking the nurse and giving it her all against some meat head of an orderly.

She watched when the nurse came in and laid her clothes out, paying more attention to the clothes than the woman, and seeing that there wasn't so much of a clash in colors at least, decided it was better than the times before. More than better after she unfolded the shirt and jeans. Both were faded, dull and obviously pre-used, but actually didn't look all that bad. Looked like the third time had worked. On everything except the jacket.

Donna wrapped the monstrous black mess of a jacket about her waist as there would be no way she would put it on, and was able to satisfy the nurse with that alone. Breakfast bag in hand, she was let onto the bus. Most of the seats were taken by now, but she saw some in the back still open. She took one without really caring to look who she sat with and asked just following, "Don't mind if I sit here, do you?"

[remedying.livejournal.com]

"Kara? It's time you woke up-- we need to get you out of bed!"

"Huh?" came the bleary reply; Yukari hadn't even noticed someone had come into her room until the voice of the nurse spoke up. After a beat, she lifted herself upright, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. "Oh... Yeah. I'm awake."

"Hurry on now," the nurse continued to usher. "You'll have to get dressed for the trip today. You haven't been up and about for a while, so maybe the fresh air will do you some good."

"I got it, I got it," Yukari muttered with the wave of a hand, and with that the nurse exited the room to allow her to get dressed. It was time to head to Doyleton again, huh? If it hadn't been for last week, she might have actually looked forward to it, but after the whole-- uhg-- zombie fiasco, she would have rather just stayed in bed. Of course, the nurse wasn't going to have any of that and Yukari knew as much.

At least she-- and maybe everyone else, too-- would be on their guards this time.

The weather, she was informed of, was a bit gloomy and potentially rainy, so Yukari dressed accordingly; a black shirt would go nicely with that pink sweater (when asked about it by her nurse, Yukari did not disagree that yes, she did like the color pink thank you very much, and did in fact want to wear it every week especially since she normally couldn't now), along with a pair of blue jeans and boots, in case there were puddles around. Well, except that the boots were worn and looked like they had seen better days, but they weren't those godawful ugly grey slippers they were stuck with, so Yukari knew there was little room to complain. Her clothing standards were really going down the drain in this place.

Once finished, Yukari followed her way outside and, with no real plans for where to go or sit with on their ride there, picked the first bus that caught her eye and climbed in. She plopped down into an empty seat and slid next to the window, mindlessly staring off into the world outside for the time being.

[for junpei]

[whos-da-man.livejournal.com]

Ah, how glorious a day where Junpei could wear his hat was! Okay, so it wasn't his hat-hat (they were still holding it ransom), but he was kind of liking the Detroit Tigers hat. If only he had any idea how the Detroit Tigers were doing as a team. Maybe when he got back home he'd look up American baseball and see if the Tigers were any good.

His jeans had thin knees, but he didn't care. Jeans were jeans and they weren't grey sweatpants. He was given a red sweatshirt and a jacket that was a bit too small for his lanky frame and shoved onto a bus. Who to bug... who to bug... OH HEY.

"'Sup, Yuka-tan," Junpei said as he slid into the seat with his friend, immediately putting a knee to the back of the seat before them. "Been enjoying your beauty sleep or whatever you girls do when you don't, like, show up for way too damn long."

[rocksthecourt]

Klavier had been awake for a while before the nurses came for him, a blessing since he needed the time alone before he could stomach facing another human being. For what felt like hours, the man sat straight up in his bed, staring down at his hand in complete silence and unwillingly replaying the events events of the night prior like a perfect film reel. The more he tried to forget, the more he remembered. A living nightmare that had been all too real.

There was a deep, purple bruising all around his wrists from last night's bindings, the affected area wide and fading to red as it went: ligature marks. They were probably on his ankles, too. Only one wrist mark was visible, however, since his left hand had been thoroughly wrapped all the way past the wrist itself. He could also feel gauze taped to his face to the long slash across one side. He must have looked like such a mess right then. Haha, what a thing to worry about. He gingerly touched his bad hand and cradled it against his chest as if trying to protect it from further harm. He almost wanted to cry. It was hard to believe he had actually survived last night's ordeal. That he-- Klavier suddenly clapped a hand over his mouth and he twisted to face the side of the bed, trying hard to resist the powerful need to throw up.

"David?" His usual nurse. He recognized her voice. The woman came in accompanied by two others he didn't recognize. The two new ones were watching him carefully and seemed to be hanging back, but his nurse walked right over and placed a hand on his shoulder. She helped him straighten up and asked if he was alright, something deliberate in the gentle tone. He simply stared at her as if confused by the question. Or perhaps by the woman herself.

Was he alright? Ha, what a question. What a stupid... And she asked while smiling at him so sweetly, like all was just fine in the world. Like everything was normal. And he just... He looked away from her for a moment, hair covering the face of one who had about reached his limit. Finally, he shook his head and placed his forehead against her shoulder, ignoring the two other witnesses completely and resisting the urge to sob. Oh God. Even if she was a fake or a liar or an ignorant bystander, she was offering him a smile like that and a compassion he never saw at all anymore. The woman stiffened in surprise for a moment but relaxed and patted his shoulder patiently. "You know what'll make you feel better? Some fresh air. Come on. Upsey-daisy." He let her guide him into standing. "Let's get you dressed. The buses are already waiting, and I think some time in town will do wonders fo--"

That got Klavier moving away from her very quickly. They were going to that place again?! That place with the zombies he had barely gotten through the last time?! Oh no, they were not dragging him back there again!! The amiable atmosphere dropped and an argument escalated between the lot. He must not have been the first to raise protest because they were quick to argue him down as if they'd done this several times already. Perhaps it was simply being tired, but he couldn't find much energy to argue for very long. Like everything else here, it seemed he would have to submit to it. ...The clothing aspect, however, he would not be giving into. He may have hurt his hand, but he wasn't some kind of cripple who couldn't dress himself.

[rocksthecourt]

They came to a compromise. He allowed them to help him get his shirt off and get a new one back on. The rest, he was plenty fine in doing himself. The shirt they gave him was a warm-looking, white and gray zippered shirt. Odd. It was probably chosen for him as it would be easier than one that required lifting his arms. The rest of the outfit consisted of faded gray-green cargo pants and military-style boots, both of which reminded him greatly of the kind of things he liked wearing back in college. They helped him get a sling over his shoulder for his bad hand and placed a beige trenchcoat over his shoulders along with... a black bandana? Really? What was he, a derelict? Maybe this was to make up for the coat not having a hood. Sigh.

He reluctantly followed the women out to the buses, a rather foreboding atmosphere surrounding the entire affair. They then handed him a bag of food with an additional cup of "pain medication" inside. Right. Like he was going to trust pills from this place. He entered one of the buses carefully, scanning the occupants carefully before finally walking on and slipping into a seat. He tried to keep his head low. The coast was clear for now, but that could change at any point. Thankfully, the stupid, itchy bandana probably made it difficult to recognize him, hiding all his hair up to the eyebrow. What was he going to do? He couldn't hide all day, now could he? ....Yes. Yes, he could.

[bawww, tl;dr and late, but free]

[idolism]

_{[also free if you really want 'im.]}

"Oh, shut up!" Aidou snapped at his nurse as she tried for the second time to engage him in ‘all the fun things’ he should try during the field trip for once.

Like he cared about the stupid coupons! What he cared about were godforsaken zombies, and whatever else might happen to pop up while they were in Doyleton, on top of caring about what hadn’t happened the night before. In order to get away from her, he stormed on to the bus, lunch bag flopping from his hand like a rag toy. Aidou was irritated--no, he was pissed!

He’d gotten the necessary number of people, he’d gotten the prizes together, and instead of getting closer to another unanswered question, they’d gotten close to a serious injury because of a stupid confrontation. With a stupid, ugly, ridiculous freak, and stupid gung-ho Sasuke, and stupid pacifist Zack. But then the stupid night had ended! Leaving him with what? Nothing. Another night of coming so close to something only to awake unsatisfied, and having to walk around under the sun and not hit someone, and it was the weekly field trip, which meant he couldn’t come off his guard for a minute. Having to wear used clothes once again only made him angrier, because he always looked like a goddamn teenage hoodlum.

The noble threw himself into an empty seat, uncaring if they were going to try and scold him for slumping below window-level. A rough sigh escaped him; he reached up to pass his hand over his face. Aidou knew he was being stupid himself. He knew letting his temper boil now wouldn’t help. It was what Landel wanted. It was what held Aidou back. But just for one minute…

It felt like it wasn’t going to be his temper he lost soon, but something else, an integral part of himself. This place was changing him, and no one else could understand except him.