DAY 23: BREAKFAST

[norainu]

That hadn't felt like an entire night.

And his goddamn head hurt. Pounded, even. Enough that he wondered if he was going to end up playing another round of "Christen the nurse" this morning.

Maybe it was because he'd spent so much time and energy trying to find Nowe. That could be the reason behind both those problems. Just the thought of it made his stomach turn, made him want to fucking choke something.

Still, there was shit to do. He forced himself out of bed to put away his pens and the other leftovers from the adventures that didn't happen last night. He'd have to try to talk to Sora today, to see if they could just do tonight what they were going to do last night... and to see if the kid was doing alright.

...he just wished his head would stop hurting. That was probably the result of just how badly he'd overreached himself the previous morning.

The nurse that showed up to get him was cheerful. He grunted at her, listening to her with only half an ear until she mentioned all the excitement, about someone pretending to be a patient, all that crap that Landel had mentioned.

Renji gave her a narrow-eyed look. "Dr. Landel is a goddamn lying coward, and he's lying about that, too," he said. Whether it was true or not, there was only so much good cheer he could take on a shitty morning. "I hope he chokes on a cock." No matter how much venom he put in that statement, it wasn't enough.

Then he had to listen to a lecture about language and gratitude for the rest of the walk to the cafeteria, so maybe it wasn't worth it after all. She dragged him through the breakfast line, and he ended up with granola and toast and tea and a cinnamon roll, because not even a shitty fucking night could ruin his sweet tooth. Though that thing was looking a little too sweet.

The cafeteria was pretty much empty; he had his run of the place. He sat himself about as far from the doors as he could get, and proceeded to stare at his breakfast.

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[haiiro-no-chou.livejournal.com]

Well that was strange. One moment Rukia had been talking to Renji and the others, right after she had picked up one of the metal bars, and the next, she was lying in a bed again. Had it all been a dream? But, no, one quick look around told Rukia she was in the same room in which she had woken up yesterday. She sat up, scowling at the sharp pain behind her eyes. That stupid headache still hadn't gone away. In fact, it seemed to have gotten worse.

As if on cue, the same nurse who had escorted her yesterday opened the door and offered a cheerful good morning. It took considerable effort to plaster a smile onto her face, but Rukia hadn't forgotten her talk with Renji and Qui-Gon Jinn yesterday... or, whenever it had been. Had a whole night really passed? Rukia puzzled over that while the nurse lead her from the room to go get breakfast. As she walked, she noticed a pulling sensation on her leg. She stopped and pulled up her pant leg to reveal bandages neatly taped over the scratches she'd gotten last night. Granted, they were a bit worse than scratched, but still nothing to worry about. What she was worried about, however, was when - and by whom - she had been bandaged. It put her in an even worse mood.

The nurse stopped and turned to look at Rukia. "Is everything okay, Shiori?"

Rukia didn't immediately pay the woman any attention, forgetting that 'Shiori' was supposed to be her name. After a moment, she looked up and, noticing the woman's eyes on her, muttered, "Uh, yeah. I'm okay."

They arrived at the cafeteria, and the nurse seemed to think it necessary to lead Rukia through the line. She obediently gathered up a few items, though most of them didn't look appetizing, and then the nurse let her go on her way. It didn't take Rukia more than a moment to find Renji's shock of red hair, so she quickly made her way over to him. She set her tray down across from him, taking a seat. "Hey," she greeted, then asked, "Do you know how we got from that room last night back to our beds?"

[norainu]

Renji grunted, glancing at Rukia for a moment before he went back to staring at his tray. He shrugged. "No idea. That's how it goes every night." It had bothered him the first night, and a little less the second night, and now only a couple nights later he really couldn't give a shit any more. The whole situation was so shitty, what was one more thing?

[lost-metal.livejournal.com]

Ed woke feeling at least partially rested for once and, thankfully, back in his own room without Adel on top of him and pinning him down to the bed. He muttered something uncomplimentary under his breath, rubbing his back which felt like it had been crushed.

Then he remembered the way Adel had cuddled up to him, completely unconcious though he was, holding him like some kind of giant stuffed toy. At least he probably wouldn't remember it.

He almost asked the nurse who came if he could just stay in his room for now. He didn't want to face Hughes after he'd 'accidently' forgotten to go and see him. He'd look all disapproving probably, and Ed hated that.

But he didn't in the end. He had to face Hughes sooner or later, and he could check if Tamaki was alright. And Al...

The cafeteria was nearly empty when Ed arrived, only a couple of people at one far table. Ed grabbed as much food as he could fit onto a plate, feeling extremely hungry after the previous night's activities. At least he wasn't as bone tired as he had been yesterday. He seated himself at the end of one of the tables and started eating as though someone would steal the food if he didn't eat quickly.

[felled-hero.livejournal.com]

Ed was lucky. While he did indeed need to face Hughes, the man was in a far, far better mood than he had been yesterday. While the night may not have gone perfectly, it had still gone pretty damn well. Well enough. Certainly well enough to leave him relaxed and ready to face the day.

The Head Doctor's ramblings had only cemented his own feelings - if they could be believed. That the man on the radio wasn't a friend to anyone in the institute. And the details were filed away for further dissecting, sometime after breakfast. Ever so slowly, peices were falling into place.

At breakfast, Hughes grabbed a tray and spotted Ed. He headed over, smiling, and stood beside the teenager's table.

"You okay? I figured you didn't show up last night because you didn't want to, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

He didn't make any move to sit, making it clear he really was just checking to make sure Ed was alright.

[theycutitout.livejournal.com]

It was all beginning to run together. Blood, water... There wasn't a significant distinction anymore, and it was troublesome because it couldn't be explained. Well, it couldn't be explained sensibly, anyhow. And if moments melded together and night and day began to lose their distinction to her, did it matter that the blood and the water were becoming the same substance? Muted voices and a dozen forgotten forevers carried themselves in the voices of her nurse as she'd urged River to breakfast. Words weren't spoken and intentions lost in the winds of her world. She only walked the path that needed to be walked, the one that was always changing but always leading to the same unspoken existence. Her eyes were glazed over, and her movements purposeful and completely fluid. Don't stop moving. Don't pause to think. Move. Be like the water. Be like the blood.

Though she didn't appear to notice Renji and his friend, River filed their presences away in her mind. He wasn't smiling today. Maybe he needed to smile, but she wasn't able to engage in a humorous fashion. She would've offered him her cinnamon roll, but there was a moment hanging in the air, a bubble that didn't want to be tested. The same bubble she'd nearly popped the night before. So, with little more than a glance, River moved on to another table and sat down to observe the contents of her tray carefully.

Cinnamon roll. Fruit. Water. She'd picked up water maybe because she was hoping to be morbid, if only in the confines of her own mind. A game of character and a game of circumstance. Brown eyes stared that the clear liquid as if expecting it to shift to a cloudy red hue at any moment. Or perhaps it would seem if one could have a glimpse of her mind and her brains.

Mother and Father were away. Brothers were lost to themselves, and friends would always come and go. But dance partners were supposed to be forever.

[opposingheaven.livejournal.com]

Well, last night had been kind of a waste, hadn't even got to see how well the vegetable peeler worked against the monsters people talked about, but Kenren was used to taking things slowly. Bide your time and plot and get a feel for who you could trust before you did anything huge, otherwise you'd end up dead. Admittedly, he had sort of ended up dead, but it had been a moral victory.

Anyway...

He spoked cheerfully with the nurse as she led him to the cafeteria, thanking her for her help and all that nice stuff that made them trust you just a little bit more. Even if he didn't trust any of them one single bit.

He took his plate and settled opposite a young looking girl, feeling the need (as ever) to be sociable. He'd find Goku and Hakkai later, he was sure. He still needed to finish his conversation with Goku, after all. Poor kid.

He smiled brightly at the girl. "Morning, miss."

[somber-secret.livejournal.com]

Hisoka did not feel like getting up this morning. It was childish, but he felt sick, he wanted to stay home.

"Hisoka!!"

The nurse couldn't care less.

After giving Hisoka a lecture about staying up late-- "and don't you say any different, you look like death warmed over!"-- and allowing the shinigami a moment to grab his journal, the woman proceeded to chatter endlessly as she escorted him to the cafeteria. He didn't bother to listen, keeping his back and shoulders painfully straight as he walked into the room.

If he didn't he'd be tempted to curl into a ball and stay there.

Hisoka felt sick.

Ignoring the only people in the room, the shinigami left his nurse and seated himself at an empty table. He wasn't hungry. He placed his painfully blank journal open on the table in front of him and stared at the lines.

[shiki-master.livejournal.com]

Tsuzuki was surprised to find that one moment he was kneeling next to Hisoka, ready to stop the red-haired man if he tried to hurt his partner; and the next moment, he was waking up in his bed. Was it all a dream? No, it couldn't have been. He was still in the building...this prison, hadn't his roommate said?

And speaking of his roommate, Tsuzuki could easily see that he was here as well. And he didn't want to have to explain his actions last night to someone that just simply towered over him. And people thought he was tall...

Getting out of bed, Tsuzuki pulled on the slippers that were nearby and hustled out of the room, only to be intercepted by a nurse along the way. He gave her an odd look when she called him Mr. Reeves, but allowed himself to be escorted to breakfast. After all, there was nothing better to brighten his mood than cinnamon buns! Except maybe that chocolate cake he had last night...

Tsuzuki was delightfully giddy at the prospect of food when he entered the cafeteria, and decidedly not when he suddenly saw Hisoka sitting alone at one of the tables. It was morning now, so was it safe to approach him? Did he remember anything that happened last night? Would he be mad for it? And for Kyoto?...

The questions had Tsuzuki's stomach twisted into knots by the time he reached his partner, but he still managed a smile. He could always manage a smile, no matter how much he was hurting of the inside. "Hey," he called out when he was only a few feet away. "Are you alright?"

[foxyroses.livejournal.com]

Kurama woke with a start from his bed, stared at the ceiling for a moment, and then slumped back against the mattress. Another night gone. Nothing accomplished. But at least they didn't get eaten alive by those rats... Thank goodness for small miracles.

What was troubling was the announcements last night. The pieces were beginning to fall together and the thought of how they were laying made Kurama's stomach turn just a little. Whatever the head doctor's intentions had been by telling them of Alec's story, he was sure that sympathy wasn't supposed to be one of them. But it was there anyway.

Kurama could understand the circumstances, and it wasn't troubling to know that this 'helper' of theirs wasn't fighting solely for them. Considering the facts, no one was fighting for anyone else, but as long as they fought together, that was fine.

Kurama got out of bed and checked on the sleeping Omi to make sure he was alright before heading off to breakfast. He stopped at the bulletin board for only a moment, when none of the nurses were looking, then continued onto the cafeteria.

At the moment, the food didn't hold too much interest for Kurama, but he needed to eat. So, piling a few things onto his tray that looked somewhat ok to his uninterested appetite, he took a seat near the doors, where he could watch everyone coming in.

[daddyslilkiller.livejournal.com]

Omi woke up not long after Kurama had left the room. The last thing he remembered was the rats, but he obviously wasn't in the hallway anymore. The darts and pens were right where he'd put them in his waistband. Talk about uncomfortable. So something had happened last night, but he couldn't remember what. He shrugged it off after a moment's thought. He was unfortunately used to sketchy memories.

He hid the darts under his mattress. He probably wouldn't need them during the day.

In the cafeteria, he zoned in on the cinnamon rolls. He might admit to having just a bit of a sweet tooth, maybe. A quick survey of the room quickly showed that Kurama wasn't sitting with anyone yet. It didn't take long to grab a glass of juice and make his way back to the table with his cinnamon roll.

"Good morning, Kurama-kun."

[rage8.livejournal.com]

It was aggravating. He hadn't thought that anything could be considered truly aggravating anymore. The distinct lack of a heart dictated that feeling and emotion experienced by a Nobody had only to be based upon habit. It had taken time, but he more than any of them had excepted his place without question or concern. His talent had been harnessed and used as a tool, nothing more, to further the Superior's goals. To nearly lose control of oneself was... aggravating.

Saïx, of course, made no show of his inner turmoil as he was escorted into the cafeteria. To have habit aid him in giving off a chilly, emotionally devoid aura when he was inwardly troubled could be considered a gift in this case. Only those who knew him best would be able to notice the slightest twitch of a hand or flash in his yellow eyes. Unfortunately, those people were the ones he least wanted to become aware of this weakness. A cruel smirk almost crossed his lips at the thought.

Not that there wouldn't be repercussions for any pokes they decided to take at him. Perhaps weakness wasn't the proper word.

With some fruit and eggs piled on his plate if only to keep up appearances, VII took a seat alone as usual, turning on the usual charm and hoping the other patients had enough sense not to bother him.

[entrust-to-few.livejournal.com]

And to think that the one soul who sought to brave this creature was no other than a child. Though unlike what turmoil crept inside the man the young Lord merely felt confused by the whole ordeal.

Morning came so soon to his surprise, eyes blinking open with a small yawn escaping him. Upon further inspection this was no doubt his room, but as he gave a thorough search the rapier Adelheid had provided was nowhere in sight. Guilt weld up inside him then, hoping that the weapon had been contained by his guardian and made a mental note to apologize to his roommate whenever he saw him.

Peculiar. That was what he thought of it all as his Nurse piled his plate with cinnamon rolls and his glass with orange juice. Larsa tilted his head at the sweet treats, opening his mouth to ask the kind woman what it was but was ushered out of the line before he had the chance. The moment his Nurse left him he stole a glance around the cafeteria, a smile spreading across his small lips when he caught sight of Gabranth. However, the man was with company so Larsa thought it rude to simply walk in like that.

But another figure caught his eye, the man creating a foreboding feeling around him like a bubble. Yet the Emperor was curious, using the moment to take a small breath before calmly walking to this blue haired creature.

"T'would appear that we are both without company. May I sit with you?" Larsa asked, idly lifting his plates towards the later as if offering it as the price.

[prisonerofdeath.livejournal.com]

Fox had found himself waking up in a cold sweat, ready to attack. Only there had been nothing to attack, and it had taken him far too long to sort out where he was, and what had been happening before he ended up in his bed. The faint buzzing that was dying away hadn't helped either.

Once he did figure out what had been happening the previous night just before he woke up in his bed, Fox felt almost physically ill. He'd nearly lost it last night, he probably would have, if the night hadn't ended. Fox almost attacked them, Miku, Alfons, Vergil...

He reached up to cover his face and was surprised to feel cloth covering his forehead. The bandanna, Big Boss... it was comforting, but only added to his confusion as he made sure his sword and all the other items he'd gathered were hidden before his nurse arrived.

Once Fox got in the cafeteria he loaded his plate up with food and sat down, staring at the meal for a brief moment before pushing it away enough to give himself room to put his elbows on the table and hide his head in his hands.

[damn-legends.livejournal.com]

Perhaps it was the fact that he hadn't shifted too far in the Nightshift Reset, instead waking up in the same bed he'd been sitting on at the time. That did away with all the sense of disorientation, the sense of a job half-done.

Maybe it was Jack of Hearts being on his side. And Otacon didn't seem to recognise him as anything other than the obvious, which eased his sense of postmoderist fourth-wall paranoia, evidenced by the entry in his journal he barely remembered scrawling.

Maybe it was this plan. A sabotage mission - he'd done enough of those in the past, with high enough levels of success. Admittedly it was a vague one, but he had the whole day to scout for details. And he'd done worse on less information. Admittedly it would be nice to have a little voice in his ear with an internet connection giving him directions, but he could do without.

Maybe it was simply because his eye felt better, and already some of the blacker scabbing was gone, revealing raw, satisfyingly pink scar tissue. He was healing fast in this world, and he could think of a lot of ways in which he could use that.

The situation didn't entirely make sense, but he was in a damn good mood, and it was better than his usual state of cynical misery, he thought, smirking at his own self-deprication. His life was still horror itself, and it would be for as long as this place was still anything more than a smoking pile of rubble, but for now he was happy to let the rose-tinted glasses do their work.

A thought he'd had earlier that week in the Music Room returned to him, briefly. Any other day he would have ignored it, but today, feeling like this, why not?

He set his tray down in front of the cafeteria worker and grinned at her.

"I stare..." he began, meaningfully, "at the skies..."

The cafeteria worker blinked back at him sallowly.

"...and the stars up above..."

The cafeteria worker sighed heavily.

"You've got your roll," she delivered eavenly. "What else do you want from me?"

He nodded and scooped up the tray.

"And think..."

He moved down the corridor, scanning side-to-side for any signs of made-up story life he'd seen over the years.

"...what am I...maaaade - "

He broke off suddenly, wincing at the sound of his own voice. Ah. So that was why he never sang any more.

Sobering up slightly, he noticed Fox on a table, resting his head in his hands. Was his head bandaged?

Suddenly his mood didn't feel so good any more.

"Fox," he said, quietly, moving in beside him.

[rabastlestrange.livejournal.com]

Bast was singing happily to himself as he followed his nurse down to the cafeteria, complimenting her roundly on her hair and spiffy uniform. In the crook of his arm, he still carried his radio, patting occasionally. He did ask her about it, wanting to make sure that Jack hadn't gotten lost in the middle of the night. It was awfully dark in Landel' after all, and Jack might not have a wand to use at night.

"You're sure the little man in my magic box is fine?" he asked her worriedly, holding up the radio to her for confirmation.

"I'm positive, Mr King. Why don't you run along and eat now? The Head Doctor said those rolls were delicious," she replied. Nurses must be getting more patient these days. Go them.

Giving her a cheerful grin, he picked back up his song and bounced into the cafeteria. He stopped and glanced back at the nurse, wrinkling his nose up. "Oh! Can you tell the Head Doctor person that there's no such thing as good and evil? He seems far too taken with that idea for his own good. Undue stress and all. It's just a point of view really, usually determined by who wins."

He waved to his nurse before joining the line and piling anything that looked sugary (including the rolls) on his plate and plunking down to eat. Surely the Dark Lord or some other Death Eater would be along soon!

"You'd better still be in there, Jack. If not, I guess I'll have to go find you then."

[a_sin_for_him]

Lust knew the ways of this place enough to not be surprised when she woke up and found herself alone in bed. Scar was gone, waking up alone in his own room. And her wounds were bandaged properly, the pain numbed once more. The crutches were gone, however. Considering the abuse her body had taken, that surprised her.

Her surprise faded when the nurse came in, wheeling one of those damned patient chairs for her. Wonderful, now she wasn't even able to walk. At least it would aid her body in healing - she hated this human weakness of the flesh. But there was nothing to be done for it.

After a brief explanation of how to use the chair - which Lust could have figured out herself, she wasn't a fool! - she was taken to the dining hall and left to get her breakfast. She found herself starving. And very aware of the bruised hand-print on her cheek. She dared anyone to ask about that. She'd gladly tell them the cause and exactly what she intended to do about it.

After getting her breakfast, she glanced about the room. With Envy on the warpath, she had no desire to sit alone and give him an opening. She spotted that strange man from lunch, the one who had mistaken her for his sister. He was odd, but pleasant enough and potentially useful.

Wheeling herself over, Lust joined him for another meal.

[youthfulrocklee.livejournal.com]

At the sound of voices, Lee opened his eyes, and the sight that greeted him was not a pleasant one. So he had been taken to this absolutely insane prison of darkness. Yet how had he returned here? He wasn't certain if he should be pleased with this or not.

It was very disconcerting to think that last night, he was pretty sure that he had been walking around with Naoe and Takaya, and now he was suddenly back in his room. To make matters worse, he was truly starting to hate the way that the Head Doctor talked. He knew that a coin was always double-sided, one possibly scratched beyond recognition, and the other shimmering innocently.

Lee sat up and looked over to see that his teammate was still resting. Good. Perhaps Takaya would give his wounds some time to heal. That is, if he still had them. This thought made Lee frown. Already, he felt the uncertainty of this place get to him.

Getting up quietly in hopes that he would not wake up his slumbering roommate, he slipped into the hallway, watching quietly where the others went. Silently, he followed the others to breakfast.

How odd, he thought, as he saw the food ready for them. He took a glance at the others, noting where they were and what they looked like, before approaching the food. So at night, they tried to kill them, and during the day, they feed them. How quaint. Quite the work of a twisted genius.

Lee stood a bit away from the food so that others would be able to get their own meals. Slowly, he began to study every single item of food.

[she-bloomed.livejournal.com]

All at once, Sakura found herself back to the routine, back to keeping up a steady appearance. The entire evening had seemed like a dream, fading in and out of conciousness as though she'd been drugged. At some point, she'd have to apologize to Penelo, Kiden, and their friends. She'd wanted to get a clear layout of the Sun Room in the evening and had thought it best to do so as quietly as possible. Naturally, she'd noticed Sasuke's struggle and simply chosen to act the part of a proper ninja and observe. No matter how much it had killed her.

The pink-haired girl found herself knocked down a peg or two that morning, put off and unnerved by the sudden shift from evening to day. Though the night hadn't been particularly strenuous, Sakura couldn't help but feel oddly drained from the ordeal. Still, she'd be damned if she let the nurses and doctors (or Sasuke for that matter) see her wilting so quickly. Chin held high, she entered the cafeteria and took a deep breath, scanning the area for any familiar faces.

Green eyes widened in shocked recognition as they fell on Lee. She supposed it would've been easy to miss him amongst the crowds of people, and, really, nothing should've surprised her at the point. Still, it was both a welcome sight and a saddening one. How many of them had been apprehended like this?

Excusing herself as she dodged some of the other patients, Sakura made her way behind her friend, deciding to make the best of the situation and be as friendly and positive as possible. Peering over his shoulder as he inspected the food, she finally piped up.

"I'd go for the cinnamon rolls, but they can't be good training food." She made a face. "Ino-pig would never let me hear the end of it if she saw me eating like this."

[theheirshinra.livejournal.com]

Rufus was, sadly enough, getting used to this place. Waking up in his bed this morning hadn't been much of a shock. Odd how one could become used to nearly anything when they had to. Sighing, he dragged a hand through his hair as he yawned and followed the too chipper nurse to the breakfast room.

A glance about told him that no one he knew was there yet. That would give him a chance to get somewhat more awake at least. Taking a chair, he ignored most of the food in favour of something to eat. Last night was mostly a blur in the darkness. He remembered guns firing and the like. Were the others all right? Were Dean, Elena, and Reno unharmed? He was relatively sure they were, but today would confirm it. Or so he hoped.

Leaning back in his chair comfortably, Rufus sipped his juice. Just another day at Landel's. Yay.

[offduty.livejournal.com]

Not for the first time, Reno woke up feeling like shit. Whatever power that dumped him in bed in the mornings had tossed him on his stomach this time, and for good reason. His back hurt like a bitch, and, to a lesser extent, so did his leg. He didn’t need to feel the areas, either, to know that the burns had been neatly bandaged up.

Nor was he really focused on that. No, his brain was focused on the fact that there was something heavy and familiar in his hand. The pistol.

His eyes opened wider. He sat up and stared at it for a second.

Oh, hell yes.

A quick glance at the bed beside him assured him that Azel was still asleep and oblivious. Good.

He was tempted to open the chamber and see how many rounds were left, but thought better of it, and shoved it beneath a stack of clothing in the closet. Something, though, said that he didn’t have to worry about the staff finding it. They’d been in here to take care of his injuries, which meant they had to have seen the gun. Hadn’t they?

He certainly wasn’t going to complain about being in possession of the weapon, but it still didn’t sit right with him.

Dammit.

And last night...He knew Rufus was probably okay, since he'd been right on top of the man. Elena, though...he was pretty sure he’d seen Dean diving at her, but it was hard to tell. Shit. She’d better be just fine. Because—what? Otherwise it was his fault? Yeah. He had left her open to the attack for Rufus, and he hadn’t really thought about it at the time. It’d pretty much been hardwired into him to protect the President first, and everyone else second.

At least Rufus had his answer now, in regards to what would happen if it came down to it. Instinct over thought every time, and maybe that was a good thing. Better to save one than hesitate and cover neither.

Well, whatever. She was probably fine, right? He’d check on her this morning. Dean, too. The man had pretty much risked his life. Reno owed it to him to at least drop by.

There was no Dean or Elena in the cafeteria, but Rufus caught his eye. Walking over, he dumped his tray on the table.

“Morning.” He dropped into his seat, leaning forward instead of settlng back like he usually would've. His left knee was a little stiff from landing on it last night, too. “Take it you made it out okay, then?”

[forgot-it-all.livejournal.com]

Ritsuka had stirred at the intercom announcements, not enough to remember them as anything more than terrible dreams, but enough that he did remember and was terribly confused by it all. When he finally woke up for the morning, he reached out for Seimei - only to find he wasn't there. When he realized he wasn't in Seimei's bed anymore, he sat up with a start. How had he gotten back to his bed? Why hadn't he stayed with Seimei? He hated waking up alone again after they'd made so many promises to stay together.

Glancing around the room, he saw Tamaki still asleep and let out a heavy sigh. It was good to see that the blond was safe, but Ritsuka felt guilty that he'd not been able to recover the cellphone and bunny. The thought of recovering those items had cheered Tamaki slightly, and yet here Ritsuka was - empty handed. He dreaded letting the older boy down.

Just then the door opened and the nurse walked in, voice still cheery, but slightly less loud since Tamaki was sleeping.

"Good morning, Jordan~ Ready for breakfast?"

He nodded, slipped out of bed, grabbed a pen and his journal from his desk, and followed her to the cafeteria. She made sure he had a hearty breakfast ("More food for growing boys!" she said, much to Ritsuka's chagrin) before seating him at an empty table and leaving. Ritsuka gave the cafeteria a quick once over and frowned when he couldn't find his brother or anyone else he knew. Taking the glass of milk, he started writing in his journal rather than eat. Most of the food didn't seem appetizing to him anyway.

[idolism]

Despite everything, when Aidou entered the cafeteria alongside yesterday's nurse, it was with a straight back and an easy smile, talking idly about the supposed intruder (and didn't that just add more and more to his list of problems).

Inwardly, it was all he could do to keep the cold fury from showing on the outside. When she introduced him to the cafeteria line - like he was some sort of orphan at a halfway house - his hands closed around a tray and threatened to snap it in two. He was retracing his memory again and again, desperately trying to make sense of the time loss. In the Sun Room, it hadn't quite been early morning. Then he was being woken up back in M52, his original room, at daylight. He'd been about to drag Alucard off, and... and then he was gaining consciousness in other part of the institute. The burn on his shoulder and the wounds on his stomach had both been treated.

Of course, he had insisted his nurse give him a moment to change clothes - adding as many layers as he could considering the inevitable sunlight - before tearing the bandages off and tossing the remains all around the room in silent rage, uncaring of his roommate. Was that how it always was in this hellhole?

The thought was disgusting. Infuriating. How dare they touch him like that. Damn them! Damn those windows! Damn everything! He was going to kill everyone.

Until then, though... Waving cheerfully as his nurse departed, Aidou played up his handsome features by smiling and chatting amicably with any staff that looked his way while he went through the food line. (One of everything, plus a pile of cinnamon rolls.) There was no where to go that wasn't drowned in sunlight, so Aidou made the unanimous decision to amuse himself as best he could.

He made a beeline for Ritsuka. "So you survived the night, too. What did you think?" He slid into the seat beside, propping his elbows on the tabletop. This place didn't deserve the results of his mannered upbringing.

[empty-death.livejournal.com]

Faust was again surprised. He woke up. And when one does not remember falling asleep in the first place, it is an unsettling feeling. Just as it was the time before this. Sitting up, and bringing a hand up to his chest with a wince he looked around the room.

Roommate: asleep. Javert: Not here. He guessed the other man had also been taken back to where ever it was that he'd come from.

Damn it all. Frowning, he moved to get out of bed. He'd never gone so long without a dose and the effects were starting to make themselves known. Aches all over his body, downright pain in his chest. And his hands were shaking. He frowned.

After gaining his beloved back, he'd cut back on his drug usage. She hadn't liked the addiction. So, he was thankful that the worst of the symptoms of withdrawal were over with.... but he hadn't stopped taking it entirely. There was still the pain of simply existing daily with all that he'd done to his body.

And now, without his dearest wife beside him, for the first time in a while, he felt the desire, the nearly desperate want for one, just one shot. But it was never just one...

So, when the vile nurse (laughable) came to collect him for breakfast, Faust tried again.

"Where is my wife?" And he received the same answer in response. He felt it was pointless to ask again. So he followed her to breakfast.

Picking out eggs and toast, as well as juice, Faust found a spot to sit that allowed him to face the door. He wanted to see what kinds of people this place had stolen away.

[championofright.livejournal.com]

The coming of morning was, for once, a good thing for Darkwing. He still preferred the night (though in this place, he might have to change his outlook somewhat), so the daytime he usually spent sleeping.

For that reason, it was strange to be shaken awake by his nurse when the sun was rising instead of setting. In fact, his body (different though it was) seemed to protest the idea. This was not how it went! He'd been going by a nocturnal sleeping pattern, which meant...

It wasn't time to get up, is what it meant.

His nurse didn't seem to understand that, however. "Now, Drake! It's your first day here! You need to get up and mingle with the other patients!"

When she resorted to yanking his sheets away from him, he finally gave in. It was only upon sitting up that he noticed the bandages around his wrist... He bent over to pull up his pant-leg and found bandages there as well. How...?

It couldn't have been Hakkai, since he'd passed out and hadn't had any real bandages, anyway, so the nurses...?

That didn't make much sense at all. But from what he could tell, everything in this place was upside down. Upon standing, he found that putting pressure on his injured leg wouldn't be a smart idea. He was fine with limping. It was better than crutches or a wheelchair.

So he limped his way to the cafeteria and his nurse left him alone after that. Darkwing had planned to get some food - he was starved - but he was distracted when he realized someone was watching the doorway intently. He hobbled over to the man. "Looking for someone?"

[tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com]

Recluse had refused the crutches offered by the nurse. He didn't want to look like he was unable to function without support. The nurse eventually gave up (she thought he had hurt himself! What nonsense.), and Recluse allowed himself to be led to the cafeteria, ignoring her incessant chatter.

He hadn't remembered anything past searching the kitchen for a makeshift weapon when he suddenly found himself in his cell, the awful lighting giving him an instant headache.

He was limping, but nowhere near as much as he should have been- the bullet had been removed, and the wound healed during the time he was unconscious. It was far from perfect, but it was much too dramatic to be the product of anything less than metahuman powers or advanced technology. Maybe something akin to the tissue regenerators Arachnos had stolen from the Rikti developed.

The sharpening steel that he had stolen was still in his possession when he awoke. It was now hidden in his room, but the fact that he still had it at all made him worry. It wasn't possible that he had been treated and put in a fresh uniform without the makeshift weapon being discovered. He had allowed him to keep it, which was a fair sign that those in charge here were confident in their ability to keep him imprisoned.

Perhaps they were overconfident. This Dr. Landel sounded much too stressed in his last nighttime broadcast to really be confident in his abilities. He had been too defensive and let out far too much information to his prisoners. Recluse had heard that kind of tone many times before, sometimes from himself. It was the tone that many villains took when they felt their plans were seriously threatened. It was pathetic. Especially that maniacal laugh the doctor had broken into at the end. Recluse smirked. "What an amateur".

He hadn't eaten the dinner the nurse had brought last night- it had seemed like the most probable vector for a chemical suppressor to keep him weak and human. But if the staff wanted to administer any drugs, it would have been done while he was unconscious. There was no compelling reason to avoid the food, now. He took a large amount of nearly everything on the menu and sat at an unoccupied table, watching the other prisoners as he ate.

The boy that had shot him was there. Recluse really wanted to kill him now, but that would do nothing but attract unwanted attention. It would be so satisfying, though...

[faithful-frost.livejournal.com]

Haku woke with a frown. He'd failed, yet again. He hadn't managed to obtain either of his Master's desired items last night. He would simply have to try harder and not allow himself to become sidetracked again.

Upon reaching the cafeteria, he was slightly disappointed to see that neither the blond from the night nor his Master were present. He was slightly worried, but he covered it up with a warm smile at the nurse. His face didn't ache like it had before and Haku was curious as to how much the wounds on his face had healed since last night. The bandages were certainly lighter and he felt that he wouldn't even need hem by tomorrow.

Choosing light fare from the food lines, toast, and a small glass of juice, he walked over to a table that had a good view of the whole hall. He offered a warm smile to the man (who reminded him of Zabuza-san) sitting there.

"May I sit here?"

[reunion.livejournal.com]

Last night hadn't been nearly as productive as Kadaj had hoped, but, he mused, it could have been much, much worse. It could have been like Yazoo's first night here, for instance. He's gotten nothing accomplished then, and while he doubted Sephiroth would have let that happen anyway, the comparison made him feel better regardless.

His roommate was still asleep when he finally got up, and he had just enough time to make sure his sword was safely stashed away before his nurse arrived. Really, this ritual was becoming so tedious-- when would something different happen? The news from the intercom had been interesting enough, but he paid so little attention to the exchanges between the Head Doctor and the man on the radio that he couldn't really remark on it any more than that. Besides, why would he need to? That was what reading the bulletin board was for.

Whatever. He'd figure it out later.

He was a little disappointed to see that neither Yazoo nor Sephiroth had arrived at breakfast yet, and after fetching a cinnamon roll and some milk, he found a relatively empty area to sit while he waited for them. It was actually very, very, very hard to imagine sitting down to a meal with his big brother, of all people, and he spent a few moments staring down at his plate with his lips twitching while he tried to picture ex-General Sephiroth, clothed in the typical smiley face uniform, eating a... how had the Head Doctor phrased it? A large, doughy roll baked in sugary goodness.

The only thing that kept him from bursting into laughter was the fact that if Sephiroth had chosen then to appear, he wouldn't have been able to stop.

[deathinvitation.livejournal.com]

Sephiroth had not been happy when he awoke this morning. The last thing he remembered was following Kadaj and Yazoo towards the kitchen. Kadaj had been proving useful right before he'd woken up. He had laid there for a minute or two, hoping this was nothing but a dream.

Reality failed to realize that he required it to bend to his wish and thus he had pushed himself out of bed to begin the day.

Thankfully, he had no idea what was going on in Kadaj's head as he sat down opposite the remnant. Scarily enough, he had nothing but a cinnamon roll on his plate, one that he began methodically pulling apart. Landel's wear just didn't suit him.

"We will have to do better tonight," he said quietly, concentrating on breakfast and not looking up at Kadaj yet.

[part1of3.livejournal.com]

Ashton was a little surprised to wake up on his back again, and this time clutching an armful of metal cooking tools. His coat was on also, still packed up with silverware. He'd been warned of something like this happening, but hearing about it and having it actually happen were two different things.

Laying on his back shouldn't have seemed so foreign.

But why did the twin personalities of the intercom seem already so normal?

He launched himself out of bed once he was ready, lifting up the mattress to align the long slotted spoons and ladles over the metal bars that worked as a base for the spring pad, which worked wonderfully to hide them. The coat he snatched the diary and wad of pens from and began hastily scribbling a note to the snoozing Axel. ...one's back ... can't talk during day ... Kissed me in front of Dias ...

He ripped the page out then and left it on the bed by his sleeping roommate's bright red head. Pulling a new shirt on and leaving the old one folded at the end of the bed, he yawned and began to do his morning stretches when he was interrupted by his nurse. "Paul, dear? Mr. Pritchett?" (Was this the nurse Dias had rebelled against? Was this the nurse who called the orderlies to sedate him?)

His stomach tightened up in response, but Ashton smilingly went through the role of confused yet friendly patient, ending up being released into the cafeteria. By the time he got to the cafeteria, he simply stood there, staring at the cinnamon rolls from a few feet away, letting people pass by with their trays of food - his mind blank save for snapshots of scenes of what happened to cause the conflicting and confusing emotions he'd felt last night.

[braidless.livejournal.com]

Obi-Wan woke up feeling unsettled, and it wasn't because he didn't remember going back to his room in the first place. (No, that was actually to be expected these days.) His last few memories before the end of nightshift were fuzzy in some places, but he remembered the sudden emptiness he'd felt when trying to open that door. It might have taken him by surprise if he'd enough willpower to be surprised by anything at the time. With a tight frown, he wondered what it was that had done all of that to him.

Whatever it was, it had effectively taken away his resolve to escape, his strength to keep moving, and his will to live.

A frightening weapon, to say the least. Obi-Wan knew that sort of thing would be valuable to someone like Martin Landel, who was holding so many people against their will and trying to keep them contained. To be able to toy with someone's emotions like that...

It was inexcusable.

Fortunately, the effects of whatever had grabbed him had worn off. He felt something akin to when someone looked out of a bright window after being kept in the dark for awhile, eyes aching and squinting from the sudden change. It was difficult not to be very aware of his own feelings after being deprived of them, and he couldn't deny the relief he felt when he realized he'd woken up before his roommate.

When his nurse came to escort him to the cafeteria, Obi-Wan casually took his journal with him, slipping it under his arm. As paranoid as it might have sounded, he didn't want the orange-haired man to have a chance to rummage through his personal belongings.

As if it really matters, he grimly thought to himself. He probably already knows most of the things written in here anyway.

Still, the nurse didn't seem to think it was any sort of problem. In fact, she smiled encouragingly and said something about how therapeutic it was to write down personal thoughts.

When Obi-Wan finally arrived in the cafeteria and was ushered to the breakfast line, he barely even noticed the brown-haired prisoner who was staring at the food. Instead, he stepped in front of him and grabbed his own tray. Today's menu didn't look quite as bizarre as some of the other things he'd seen - some sort of swirly pastry with a variety of side dishes he'd only become faintly familiar with since his arrival at Landel's. But the nurse was eager to suggest some things she thought he'd like before sending him on his way with a full plate.

He stopped for a moment when he realized he didn't quite know where to sit. It suddenly occurred to him that Qui-Gon was probably very, very worried, especially after what had happened last night. It was best to find him as soon as he could. He scanned the crowd, looking for the Jedi Master, but it looked like he hadn't arrived yet...

[forgot-my-life.livejournal.com]

Takaya hated this. A lot. The whole nighttimeLOOK!MORNING!!! crap was fucking dumb. But his side felt a lot better this morning and, for once, he hadn't been hurt the night before. So that was a good thing.

Then it started. Flashes of pain in his head. Takaya was paying the price for relying on Kagetora. Memories he didn't want and shouldn't have had started to force their way into his mind. He brought up his hands and tried to ride it out. When it was finally over, he was surprised to find tears running down his face.

It wasn't fair. Why did he have to remember? He didn't want to, and neither did Kagetora so why? He tried to get ahold of himself before the nurse came to haul him off to breakfast. He wasn't surprised to find that Lee was gone either. He looked a bit more like his usual grumpy, teenage self when the nurse finally appeared.

Breakfast looked gross again. What the fuck were those rolls? Nasty. But to appease the nurse that he'd mostly ignored, Takaya took a glass of juice and eggs then sat himself down at a table and pushed the food around the plate.

[ifandmaybe.livejournal.com]

Part of Inara had almost hoped that she would've been able to catch Mal during the evening shift. Hesitant as she'd been, the woman had ultimately decided to seek him out, to perhaps confront him regarding the messages they'd left one another. It had been a foolish thought, complicating things and making them uncomfortable for everyone; there had been utterly no logic involved in such an impulse, and yet she was still inclined to march over to where he stood and demand that they speak about it... Not that demanding anything from Mal usually ended well.

Torn, Inara decided to wait it out for the time being, casting a meaningful glance in his direction that lingered longer than it should have before she quickly turned her eyes away from him. It was so unlike her. Or maybe it was more like her than she'd care to admit.

After taking up a tray of eggs and granola, the cinnamon rolls looked a bit too sweet to her, the dark-haired woman scanned the cafeteria for a spot to sit. Focusing on a rather disgruntled, young man, Inara made her way over to where he sat and set her own tray down, though she herself did not yet take a seat. It was easy to see that he wasn't in the best of moods, so she smiled before speaking up gently.

"You look like you've have a rough night. Do you mind if I sit here, or would you prefer to be left alone?"

[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

The radio broadcast was the last thing he heard and the first thing he woke to in the morning. He remembered the unsettling feeling it gave him, something about it hit far too close to home.

He woke with a start, his muscled tensed as he realized where he was. Again. They'd done it again. He knew he hadn't returned to this room and yet, here he was. Had there been some kind of gas? Was everyone back in their places? The knives were left, as well as his apron from the night before. Why? What kind of idiot would leave his enemies weapons, weak though they might be? He craved logic and reason and no answers came.

He could hear the buzz of activity outside in the halls. He pulled off his weapons and scanned the room for hiding places. He could fight, yes, but now wasn't the time. He needed more information. With one of the knives, he made a small incision into the mattress and stuffed it and the apron inside. The other knife he hid away in his closet, in a niche' near the sliding door. He wasn't about to put all his eggs in one basket.

It wasn't long before the nurse came again to fetch him. He put on a smile and followed, though he kept his guard up, listening and watching for any attack that might come. Abarai's drugs had no doubt worn off by now and he wasn't going to be caught unawares this time.

At least he was easy to spot. Gin saw the red-head seated on the far end of the room as he walked through the line at breakfast. He was hungry, but there were far too many sweet things for an empty stomach. He picked some processed meats and toast and decided to give the eggs a try. Then a glass of water and a small cup of tea. He sat far from the table where he was sure the other shinigami would begin to gather. Kuchiki was already there and no doubt Kurosaki would follow. Ran... he was certain she'd stay with her own unless she wanted to be labelled a traitor as well.

His mouth twisted into a sarcastic smirk as he glanced down at his food and tried not to appear clumsy with the western utensils. It faded after a moment, but he had to laugh at himself. What had he expected to happen? It was ridiculous to even consider... Forgiveness was not something he wanted nor deserved. It meant defeat. Admitting he was wrong. They weren't. He wasn't. They just didn't understand. He pushed the notion to the back of his mind and concentrated on his eggs.

[fuyunohanabi.livejournal.com]

Rangiku woke with a start, utterly disoriented and confused for a moment until she got her bearings. Where...

She didn't even remember going to sleep, let alone returning to her room last night, and yet here she was. The only upside to it was that this time she didn't have a hangover. The metal pipe Renji had given her was still there though, which made no sense. If they'd somehow been moved back to their rooms by the staff, then surely they'd have been sensible enough to remove it from her. It was simple logic. Still, despite how suspicious it made her, she wouldn't deny that a weapon would be useful. She stuffed it under the mattress, wrapped into a pillowcase so hopefully it would be easy to overlook.

The food was gratefully accepted though, when she reached the cafeteria. Eggs and meat and fruit. At least she could eat well here, even if it was not food that she was used to.

Renji was over there, Rukia at his side. She should probably go over because they were her friends and her allies, but after last night with the disappearance of Renji's friend... well, neither of them looked as though they wanted company and sometimes she actually paid attention to what she saw.

Familiar silver hair caught her eye and with only a slightly guilty look back at the other two shinigami, she took a seat near Gin. She didn't regret what she'd done yesterday, but at the same time, she didn't want him to think that was it. She hadn't lied to him, she'd just been angry and that had probably come across more strongly than her words.

"Rough night?" she asked, starting to tuck into her food.

[bond-off-lame.livejournal.com]

Dear Axel,
I got metal for swords, but there might be extra. Want a knife?
Your friends are scary.
Mr. Eyepatch told me to tell you "One's back, and that he knows." And that he's real concerned about you, but you can't chat during the day like you used to?
And then he kissed me (!?!?!?) In front of Dias!
Is this normal in your world?
Have a good day,
Ashton ♥

These were the words that Axel read when he finally awoken, finding the slip of paper perched right on his pillow. At first he could nothing more than just blink blearily at it before he made a swipe at the object, reading the note with one eye while his free hand rubbed the sleep out of the other. Though he barely traversed anywhere last night he had a sense of completion from the conversation with Snake last night. Deeming the entire thing 'interesting' would've been an understatement, and it was a shame that it'd been cut short because of morning.

However, his chances for a good morning had been abruptly shattered when Xigbar spread his message through his roommate, a lump forming at the base of his throat when he attempted to swallow.

Fuck.

Axel's mind was racing now, and he hardly noticed his Nurse whom coaxed him out of his room and was now escorting him through the hallways to the Cafeteria. The redhead's eye visibly twitched when he spotted the familiar shade of blue in the corner, already knowing for certain that Saïx was aware of the Superior's presence. It had always been like that anyway, their connection practically telepathic even in different worlds.

If the Nobody had been paying more attention he would've noticed both Snake and Ashton in the Cafeteria as well, but had delved himself into his thoughts. Only when he sat down with a plate of cinnamon buns and milk did he snap out of it, resting his elbows on the table with his chin sitting over his hands.

"So Mom made it here after all..." Axel muttered under his breath, appetite long gone.

[angels-inflight.livejournal.com]

Naminé, who normally welcomed the morning, was actually quite upset when she woke up. She had hoped to gain more information or at least something from the guests that had ran into her group. They seemed like nice enough men, but she had precious little time to talk to them. Perhaps she would run into them again, not for now, it was breakfast.

Naminé seemed to have arrived early. Scanning the cafeteria, she saw a few familiar faces, but most of them had found people to talk to. And then - ah! Naminé let out a small smile as she noticed Axel, but it disappeared from her face when she noticed how... dejected Axel looked. Or maybe worried? Depressed? Naminé sat down next to the redhead, choosing not to eat immediately. This seemed much more important.

"What's wrong, Axel?" Naminé asked as she settled herself in her seat. She hoped nothing too terrible had happened, but then again, this was Landels.

[seiran314.livejournal.com]

Morning did not come with relief to Aya as might have been expected, quite the opposite. He blinked his eyes open slowly and the moment he realized where he was, he jumped up and was off the bed in complete two seconds, eyes wild as he secured the surroundings first, heart throbbing within his chest too fast and too hard.

He remembered the rats, carpeting over the floor with their stench and teeth and rotten flesh. He did not remember falling unconscious or coming back to his room on his own devices. Which practically meant that someone else had moved him back here by some unknown method. An idea he did not like at all.

Breathing steadily, he lifted up the leg of his gray trousers and swallowed as he saw the bandage, they also had done that while he had been out. What else had they done? Did he want to know?

While he tried to calm down, fists balled tightly against his sides, even breathing moving his chest, the nurse came to take him to the breakfast. For a moment, he considered just knocking her unconscious and running for it. For a brief delusional moment.

But gladly for the both of them, it passed and he was calmly escorted to the cafeteria. He didn't pay attention to the food piling up to his plate, nor the drinks beside it. And ended up poking the cinnamon roll across his plate with a curious frown over his brows as he found himself seated in a table, still feeling the rippling remnants of the panic that had been threatening to rise out when he had opened his eyes.

He hated hospitals. And the way doctors robbed him off of the right to keep his body as his private property.

[never-learns.livejournal.com]

Yohji had eventually given up on waiting and gone back into his room to sleep. They'd wake him if they arrived, right? The urge to go off on his own was kinda' tempting, he had to admit. He could go find some more weapons, or scout more of outside. Instead he was stuck waiting for them and doing absolutely nothing. It was frustrating as hell to have to stay put. But then, he'd promised and he couldn't go against them if he wanted to be Weiss again.

He wasn't confused by the intercom announcement this time. For once, he woke up in the same place he'd gone to sleep in, feeling rested. For once, the idea of food actually appealed.

The cafeteria was fairly quiet when he entered , so he spotted Aya fairly quickly. and took his plate and glass over to where the other man was sitting. "I thought I was supposed to be the unreliable one," he said as he sat, more cheeful than he normally would have because he wasn't so tired.

"Are you okay?" he asked a moment later, concern showing on his face. They must have got held up somehow. An attack maybe.

[notmyfather.livejournal.com]

Valyn was utterly perplexed. He'd been fighting for his life one moment, and then waking up in bed the next. That was becoming far too a familiar routine for him. But that was how was it was, apparently. His leg was bandaged and he found a lack of pain behind his eyes. So he hadn't overworked himself, even with the levin bolt. That was good to know. Not that his magic had seemed to have much effect on the creatures.

The same woman from yesterday came to take him to the eating hall once more, chattering away. Little of what she said made any manner of sense to him. He simply got his breakfast - granola, only gluttons ate sweets for breakfast - and sat himself down at table. Renji was busy with a small female, and Valyn wasn't the sort to simply break in on one's conversations.

Perhaps the next night would be better....

[screwthegods]

From the midst of battle into nothingness, so quickly Homura wondered if it was a dream, but only for a moment. In this place, Homura knew he couldn't afford to doubt himself; uncertainty would serve as a very unneeded weakness.

A familiar if unwelcome face came for him shortly after that, the nurse interupting the plans Homura had begun to form in his mind. With an attempt at a cheery warning that breakfast was the most important meal of the day, she led him to the cafeteria where he had met those of his past the day before. And there was one, but Homura thought he might hold back from speaking to Kenren just yet. The other god had showed little desire to form an alliance, and Homura didn't wish to waste time.

He instead got his breakfast--toast, eggs, and tea--and headed to another face he remembered. With a friendly, if somewhat arrogant smile, Homura moved to the place across from Valyn, setting his tray on the table. "How is your leg this morning?"

[coolegoist.livejournal.com]

Adrenaline was still in his blood when Kyouya awoke, his mind flooded with confused thoughts and images from the night before. A dream. He was embarrassed by the relief that flooded his body at this realization—it had only been a silly nightmare. He was almost an adult, after all, and he needed to open his eyes and get ready for the Ouran Festival.

Both his relief and embarrassment died when a nurse burst into the tiny patient room, full of good cheer and chattering something about cinnamon rolls. Only years of etiquette lessons kept Kyouya from threatening violence and lawsuits on the woman as she all but dragged him out of the room ("You'll disturb your roommate, Henry!") for the cafeteria.

It was only much later, after a breakfast tray had been shoved into his hands and he'd been steered to an empty table, that the seriousness of his situation hit him.

Something was very, very wrong here, but Kyouya didn't understand it at all.

[the-clown-king.livejournal.com]

Tamaki was surprised to wake up in his own room, alone. He was also surprised to find that he felt perfectly recovered from whatever had happened to him. That strange sense of despair was lifted, leaving him his normal self. A self that suddenly remembered he'd kissed Edward, confessed deep personal secrets to Adel, cuddled with both his friends, and had generally had a very flustered night.

Oh dear.

He'd have to speak to Adel about that today. Those things he'd said had been private, things he didn't speak about. And he didn't think Adel would tell anyone, but.... Oh my. Today was going to be quite a day!

But breakfast first. He followed after his nurse, already excited about the morning's food selections. Sticky buns and bacon sounded delicious! And maybe he could....

Tamaki didn't have time to finish the thought. His eyes zeroed in on an almost-empty table, his eyes going wide and his heart suddenly racing. Was it...? It was!

"KYOU-KUN!" Tamaki flung himself across the cafeteria with no further warning than that, throwing his arms around his best friend without a second thought.

[clone-boy.livejournal.com]

So it looked like this Earthian prison wasn't excluded from fighting for power amongst the staff, at least judging from his last memory of the night - the intercom's speech, and then the mention of the "captured" person in the morning revealed that obviously Landels wasn't as secure as they "assured" him. Not that there's anything he should worry about, his female guard said, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving him what he supposed was a comforting pat, Dr. Landel had everything under control.

Darman only nodded absent-mindedly. He was more concerned with the fact that obviously something had gone wrong.

It meant there was weakness.

Suitably cheered up by this prospect and that of food, Darman sat down at a table, with his back to the wall, and poked at the twist of dough they had called a "cinnamon roll". He wasn't quite sure what cinnamon was, whether it was that white frosting or the strange, brown specks baked into the dough, but taking a bite of it, he realized it was surprisingly good.

[clone-captain.livejournal.com]

Ordo's night had, all in all, been less of a waste than it could have been. He learned quite a bit about the facility, as well as the other patients and the people who appeared to be running it, in addition, he now had a weapon, hidden in his desk.

His knee was slightly sore from where he'd been hit with a metal pipe by Renji, but it wasn't enough to make him limp. After loading his plate up with food, he sat down with the only other clone he'd seen.

"What did you get accomplished last night?"

[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

Javert's eyes opened just as the intercom clicked off. He stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling for a moment before the events of the previous night came back to him in a rush - then he sat up sharply, wincing at the twinge of pain in his chest. Perhaps gallivanting about a mental asylum mere hours after one's death wasn't exactly the wisest thing to do.

Speaking of death, where was Faust? It appeared Javert was back in his own room - yes, that was Reynolds asleep in the other bed - but he had no recollection of returning to his room. He and Faust had been on the second floor, hadn't they? And there had been that highly disconcerting announcement by someone who must have been a doctor of some sort...and after that, he found himself unable to recall anything at all. As loath as Javert was to admit it, perhaps Reynolds hadn't been entirely crazy after all (though dangerous was definitely stretching it; he hadn't encountered anyone aside from patients last night, and they had appeared unusually well-behaved, as far as insane people went).

He was still musing on the matter when his nurse came to take him to breakfast. She only smiled patiently at him when he informed her that his name was not Philip Hunt and brushed off his inquiries about the hospital's location with practiced nonchalance, which only served to increase his suspicions.

The food here was good, though, if ridiculously rich. There was far more of it than what he was used to; deciding to settle for some toast and sausages, he found a seat at an empty table near the far end of the cafeteria. He'd never been entirely comfortable around large groups of people, anyway.

He surveyed the cafeteria as he ate, noting with a sinking feeling that exactly none of the faces around him looked familiar.

[1imited-edition.livejournal.com]

Reinforce woke as quickly as usual this morning, but an inventory of the room left her in a considerably better mood than had those before it. Raine slept unharmed across the room, her wounds (and by logical extension those of the others she'd met last night) were again treated, and her plundered cookware and bullets remained with her. For all the trouble that had attended their efforts, they had been rewarded...

A minute's work saw the skillet hidden under her mattress while all but a single bullet went into the emptied casing of her flashlight. The pot she couldn't hide so easily, so she at last settled for hanging it with her clothes in the closet, concealed inside the loose folds of the long coat. After a moment's thought Raine's broom joined the skillet under the mattress. Though she took her time with the more mundane task of changing her clothes her roommate remained asleep, and when the nurse came she reluctantly proceeded to the cafeteria alone, the last bullet hidden away in her pocket. Here what small magic she could still muster would flow into it, and with luck over time become enough to cast a real spell from.

Once arrived in the cafeteria she stacked her tray with her usual wide assortment of foods and picked out a seat next to one of the cafeteria's lone occupants as had become her custom. By nature she wasn't the most social of creatures, but it was important to know as many people as possible. The more faces everyone knew, the more inclined they'd be to help each other.

She nodded as she sat across from the older-looking man. "I'm Reinforce." She wondered what kind of place this one was from...

[ontheabyss.livejournal.com]

Well, last night had been better than the others. Lyta had pills and syringes full of tranquilizer. She could use both - the former for herself and as trade, the latter as weapons. And she felt she could make an ally of Envy - he would be useful. She'd cut a deal with him next time she saw him.

As it was, the red head was hungry and not in the mood to be bothered, so she grabbed a tray of breakfast and sat herself down a little ways away from the rest of the table.

She wondered where Aerith was....

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Jack was feeling bemused. Very bemused, because it was either that or annoyed, and he preferred to be in a good mood whenever possible. He wasn't so sure about this randomly waking up in bed with no idea how he'd gotten there, but at least the spoils of his explorations with Gin last night were still with him. He hid them away, scattering them between the meager furniture on his side of the room. The best he could do was hope that they didn't do searches of any sort.

Then breakfast. Which sounded very good. He'd been fairly pleased with dinner the previous night, and if the cinnamon rolls were anything like the chocolate cake, he was in for tastiness.

A nurse showed up to take him to the cafeteria. He flirted with her on the way there. She took him through the line, since it was his first morning - or so she said - and put together a nice tray of breakfast. Then she sat him down across from a very nice looking lady and departed.

Jack grinned at his soon to be new acquaintance. "Morning," he said. "Captain Jack Harkness. And who do I have the pleasure of dining with...?"

[cornpatrol.livejournal.com]

Mitchell was pretty sure this wasn't just in his head. The dozens of other people in identical ugly scrubs sitting around and eating and looking genuinely miserable was pretty proof enough.

Was this some kind of hospital? This was the second time in what felt like five minutes that Mitchell had woken up with no idea where the hell he was, but the nurse in his room calling him the wrong damn name was at least some indication. It felt like a trippy dream, but everything was too sterile and surgically precise.

At least this time there was the distinctive smell of cinnamon rolls wafting through the air.

Something was fucking with him, though, and he needed to find out what. Ol' Grumpy last night hadn't been any help (until he'd left---that was a good thing), and Cameron had barely gotten out the door before someone started creeping him out on a PA. His best bet for now was to play along; obey the nurse and the big, burly Sasquatches she had flanking her and not cause any trouble.

A line of people around some aromatic tables caught his eye as he was left alone. Hell yes, it was food time.

[ontheabyss.livejournal.com]

(Coming from above thread!)

Lyta was still on autopilot, trying to keep herself under control. There was a psi-cop here, and she was too weak to fight him. Damnit, she was going to have to rely on other people. She hated that.

She sat down across from a man she didn't know and leaned forward, her voice quiet.

"Look, I don't know you, you don't know me. But I need to get away from... this guy that's bothering me, so if you could just pretend we're old buddies, I'll owe you one."

Hopefully this guy would play along with her. Hey, what man didn't want to help out a damsel in distress?