Day 23: Game Room, Evening Shift.

[zerstorung.livejournal.com]

Fayt had been doing.. something. For some time, apparently, as he came in during the children shower scenes. Being over the age (yes, despite how he looked), he wasn’t sent there, meaning he had three options. Music Room. Game Room, and Sun Room.

Well, that was an obvious choice.

Fayt, in true Fayt fashion, went into the Game Room. He’d entered a couple times in the past, but never really got to do much in it. The last time he’d come in, he’d gotten into a discussion with Nowe. About Dragons, though at the time he’d answered idiotically. He groaned, momentarily, before continuing on in the direction he’d memorized. Maybe when he found Nowe (hopefully his friend wouldn’t be in the showers, but would already be in the Game Room), he could inform him of his interaction with Croswell. It’d be a nice story, or so he thought.

Nowe had actually seems pretty proud to be the only person to have such a close involvement. Taking that away from him wouldn’t be such a good idea. Not that it would mess with their friendship, he was rather certain that that wasn’t something that could be destroyed easily. After all, both were fairly friendly people, weren’t they? Both of them had leadership qualities too, and even if that could become a little complicated, it wasn’t a bad thing. It just meant they’d be able to figure out something.. useful.

Like he’d done last night. Yeah, wow. He was really on fire then, wasn’t he.

Fayt damned the sarcasm his mind gave him, thankfully it quieted down when he stepped inside (oh, and his nurse left him too). First, huh? Figured, this was probably the least popular spot. He would have thought the Music Room would be, but there could be a benefit to having such a place. Not that he’d ever really been in there for very long; he could only guess what went on in it. Unhelpfully, his mind piped up, 'music, duh.'

Wasn't that thing supposed to be snarky to everyone else, not himself? Geez.

Oh well. With a shrug, Fayt headed over to the collection. What to play, what to play..

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[screwthegods]

And just what sorts of games would they have us play? The question undoubtedly had more meaning than would be found in the Game Room, but Homura elected to go there anyway. If nothing else, it would give him an opportunity to learn more about the layout of this place, something that would be important since he would have to go metal-hunting at night.

Besides, he could use something trivial after the serious conversation he had with Kyouya in the cafeteria. And when he didn't see any of the men from his world, Homura felt a strange bit of relief; it took effort to stay a step ahead, and energy Homura felt lacking at the moment.

Ah, the times when Homura felt his age.

[1imited-edition.livejournal.com]

After her discussion with Raine and Dean Reinforce also had the larger games of the institute on her mind, but she entered the game room purely by chance. Belkan culture was largely devoid of such entertainments, except where they promoted strategic thinking, and she had little interest in playing when the patients could offer so much more as diversions and allies both.

There were only two here, but they were new faces so for her purposes they were as good as a hundred. In fact, she noted, one was heterochromic... and she had earlier today promised to meet such a person.

She felt some small trepidation- she had become less hesitant to reveal her nature in the few days she'd been here, as she realized how different the inhabitants and their worlds of origin were, and the thought of meeting more living gods, half or not, and finding out about elves for Raine intrigued her- but her crimes remained. She didn't want to hide them, yet didn't want them found out...

A quandary best ignored for now. She had something to do... something to learn. Rein made her approach, nodding to Homura by way of greeting. "You're Homura?"

[screwthegods]

Homura turned at the unfamiliar voice that greeted him, and looked over the woman who was nearly as tall as himself. She wasn't one he could remember seeing around, but given the number of people who seemed to be in this place, that was hardly surprising.

But there was the possibility that she was one of the ones he had arranged meetings with on the common board. Particularly that one who claimed to be a weapon, or the other of a race he had no knowledge of. So he smiled politely, his posture open, if still arrogant, and nodded.

"I am. But I do not know your name, I am afraid."

[1imited-edition.livejournal.com]

"I am Reinforce. Rein if you like. The other immortal from the bulletin board." Arrogance was not a trait that sat well with her, though in her own fashion she had plenty, and Homura's brought a hint of challenge to her eyes.

Her words, though, were entirely polite. "If you have the time I'd like to have that talk. Would you like to sit?"

[just-shiny.livejournal.com]

The Game Room.

This was where Kaylee had gotten so mad at Simon yesterday, where she'd met...Jack. Jack. She couldn't really think of him as anything other than Jack. How was he? Where was he? And how much of yesterday...and last night...had been an act?

The mechanic had meant to ask Inara about it, but didn't know how to approach the subject. Inara was the best judge of men that Kaylee knew (she was trained to be, after all), but she didn't feel quite comfortable admitting what she had done last night. And it wasn't the sex, either. Kaylee liked to detail her exploits to all that would listen (and usually that was limited to the various moving parts of the engine room and sometimes Jayne)...she was extremely comfortable with her body and open about her sexuality. It was who she'd done it with. It still felt so...intensely private. Only that kid, Adelheid, knew right now, and she wanted to keep it that way for the time being.

Kaylee decided that when she did finally feel like telling someone, the Companion would be the first person to know...especially because they hadn't used protection, and the mechanic would have to be watching her periods VERY carefully for the next few months.

[notmyfather.livejournal.com]

Valyn wasn't sure what to think. He'd showered, had two meals, and knew absolutely no more than he had earlier. He found himself wandering a bit, when allowed a choice of where to go. He was growing tired of the Sun Room - ancestors, he was already getting far too used to this place! The Game Room was foriegn and confusing, as he had never been much for games - cards and dice and knuckles were what most young lords enjoyed - but it was better than nothing.

No one familiar, save for the man from breakfast. Who was speaking with someone. Valyn found himself sinking gracefully into a seat near a human woman, his mind caught up in thoughts of this place and worrying over Shadow. Though none reached his face - his expression was calm and mild, as always.

[just-shiny.livejournal.com]

Kaylee had been so preoccupied with her own thoughts that she barely noticed the young man sitting down near her. He had the eerie, almost inhuman beauty of some the other people that she'd seen here, especially those with the odd-colored hair. She wondered why that was.

Well, it wouldn't do to be so caught up in what had already happened, not when there were new people to meet! She always liked hearing new stories. Plus, he looked like he could use some cheering up.

"Hey there."

[notmyfather.livejournal.com]

Valyn simply nodded in the woman's direction, polite and an automatic reaction from years of training.

"My lady." She wasn't an elven woman, but there was no need not to be polite. He didn't think to ask her anything, his views on women being the same as they had been for years. He didn't mean it, it was simply how he was raised. And despite evidence to the contrary - Shana was far more capable than most men Valyn knew - he couldn't help but classify women as weaker and less useful than men.

The women Valyn knew fell into two categories. Concubines and Elven ladies.

[blacksustenance.livejournal.com]

The aches were gone, for now at least, and Eddie Brock could breathe a little easier - or he could, if it wasn't for the fact he was pretty sure Luffy had cracked a rib during the fight at the pond last night. True, he'd been bandaged and probably treated since the memory gap between last night and this morning, but that didn't mean he could take in a deep breath and not have it protest and protest loudly.

He was also still starving.

Trying to take his mind off the hunger - both human and symbiote - Brock wandered about the Game Room, trying to collect his thoughts. He saw a few faces in the room that he'd seen before, but hadn't talked too personally, and was content to leave it at that for now. The interview with Stefan Richter had been interesting, to say the least. It wasn't every day he met a self-professed supervillian, much less one claiming he had eight spider legs attached to his back and, furthermore, claiming that symbiotes were common on his Earth.

Brock shuddered. More symbiotes. While he was dedicated to his, to being a dutiful, inferior Host, he just couldn't get around the fact there were more than one - and that the others made his, practical and always ready to kill, look like a damn tree hugger. If that was the case, he really didn't want to meet the rest of the extended family.

[twelveapathy.livejournal.com]

To be honest, Larxene had accomplished more in the last shift that in any other instance since arriving in Landel’s. Finally, she was making progress. However, with Naminé gone, the Nobody needed to find a new play thing, and what better place to find toys than in the Game Room?

Being her first time inside said room, she took a moment to look around. There were several people already inside, but none of them seemed interesting enough for her.

The available collection of games pretty much sucked too.

Disappointed, she was thinking about the leaving the room. No reason to stay around if there wasn’t any entertainment.

However, the Nobody noticed that she was already standing next to someone. It wasn’t a familiar face, no. But she did remember seeing him around from time to time.

“Hey… Aren’t you that reporter I’ve heard about?”

What was his name again?

[blacksustenance.livejournal.com]

Man, this reporter business was getting around a lot faster than he expected. Then again, he had practically advertised it all over the bulletin a day or so ago, so maybe he shouldn't be that surprised in the first place.

He turned and couldn't help just staring as his eyes snapped across the petite woman standing behind him.

It was the hair. Brock had always been good with details back in the day - you had to be if you were juggling reporting and trying to get the perfect photo at the same time - and the first thing he noted was her hair. Blond, short, almost a mullet (except it looked good on her somehow), and...two antenna things, sticking out in a way that defied gravity. He couldn't figure out how they stood up like that.

Maybe it was a mutant thing; he found he was resorting to that explanation for anything weird more and more these days.

"Yeah, I'm him," Brock said, measuring the woman. She looked a few years young, short, cute face that walked that fine line of possible jail bait, and clear blue eyes that reminded him almost of glass. "Eddie Brock. And you are....?"

[theheirshinra.livejournal.com]

After that conversation, Rufus needed some time alone with his thoughts. Taking a quick look in the sunroom, he opted for the game room which seemed much less populated for now. He could catch up with Reno, Elena, and Dean on the Nightshift if he didn't now. At least that had been the pattern.

Dropping into a chair with far less grace than usual, Rufus stretched out. It wasn't as comfortable as the Sun Room's furniture, but it would serve. Roy's voice stayed in his head, too much like his own. Otacon's words rose up and fragmented before he'd let himself listen to them.

If he weren't crazy before entering Landel's (and thus being here for a reason) chances were that he would eventually he thought with a bitter smirk to himself. Maybe that was the plan all long. Rubbing his temples, Rufus closed his eyes for a moment.

(bugging Fayt)

[killing-suzie.livejournal.com]

Captain Jack was a little disappointed that lunch had ended so soon; he hadn't even gotten time to find out hot stuff's name. Though judging by the hairy look that he and Gin had gotten, it didn't bother him all that much. He just noted down silver-haired guy in his mental catalog of 'potential problems/people that I need to fuck with some day soon.'

The game room was about as exciting as he expected it it to be in a place like this.

He wasn't in the mood to crash a conversation, at least not yet. And really, none of the current ones he could eavesdrop on sounded that interesting. But there was a younger guy with blue hair (that was kind of interesting) and a blond guy without friends yet.

He flipped a mental coin. Guy with blue hair it was. He walked up to him, giving him his usual, friendly smile. "Anything interesting?" he asked.

[zerstorung.livejournal.com]

[killing-suzie.livejournal.com]

Jack smiled apologetically. "Sorry, didn't mean to. I guess I'm just used to sneaking around." He shrugged. "Considering we're somewhere that they won't even give us real scissors, I'd be surprised if there were anything decent. Us inmates are just going to drool on it anyway," he joked.

"I'm Captain Jack Harkness," he said. "I got dropped in here last night, so I'm just trying to get around some." He gave Fayt one of his most charming smiles.

[bond-off-lame.livejournal.com]

Note: Based on an actual game of Monopoly being played at the same time as these posts

There was something almost endearing about knowing that there was at least one other member besides Roxas that wasn't out to stab him in the neck. Of course the redhead could very well take care of himself, but the less problems he had to deal with the better.

After driving his nurse up the wall by constantly changing his mind of where to go, Axel finally decided to settle down in the Game Room. He wasn't in the mood to indulge himself in a lot of conversation, which was a bit of an irony itself considering that the games given usually took two or more to play with. Well that was fine, he could always pretend to be two people.

In the end he pulled up a Monopoly game and began to set it up on a nearby table.

[oblivionsky.livejournal.com]

Speaking of Roxas, he was there too, sitting on the opposite side of the table and helping set things up. They used to play a lot of games of Monopoly back in the Organization. Most of the time, they ended up lasting until some obscure hour of the night because someone kept hanging on by a thread despite the fact there was no way they could possbily win.

...And yet he agreed to play anyways, despite the fact he was probably going to regret it towards the end.

Once everything was set up, he picked the ship out of the plastic playing pieces, and waited for Axel to take his turn.

[bond-off-lame.livejournal.com]

Axel found it surprising that even now Roxas was willing to dwell on the past and play a few games with him, but he had to smile nonetheless. They set up their pieces in no time and after rolling to see who would go first the redhead proved victorious. After rolling and getting a Get out of Jail Free Card, he watched as the latter rolled his turn.

"... WHAT?"

[brilliant-azel.livejournal.com]

Azel entered the room with a smile on his face; he was in an extremely good mood, having found someone to latch onto. Noah would, like the others he had encountered here, grow tired of his desperate need to be wanted, and discard him. But for now, it was new and it was good. It made him happy, for the moment.

He glanced over the few others here, further pleased by the fact that it wasn't too crowded.

"Hmm, maybe a card game." The petite swordsman mused to himself, as he let his gaze wander.

[judgemagister.livejournal.com]

Noah was just as content with following the swordsman as the other was to latching on to him; solitude felt like a rather dull choice, and he'd rather had more than his fair share of it, especially what with the suspicion Vayne had beset him in Ivalice.

Otherwise, he would make sure to speak with Larsa later; he had a rather important bit of news to tell him, courtesy of Azel, and he found it important to inform the child before another night passed.

His eyes followed an invisible path through the room, spotting the two playing a rather complex-looking game on a board; they seemed the only ones to actually be involved in a game. It was hard to even remember the last time he himself had taken time aside for such a mindless, leisurely activity - and the ones during his childhood were lost in his rather dismal memory. He was sure he must have played many with Basch in his younger days, but now it seemed almost pitiful to think about it.

"I leave the choice to you," he said accomodatingly. "I've nary a memory of games to suggest one."

[brilliant-azel.livejournal.com]

Azel grinned and took Gabranth's hand, hauling him over to the shelf where the games were kept. He was about to suggest just pulling one out and trying the rules when he spotted familiar black and white stones. "Oh! They have Array!"

He pulled out a plain 19 by 19 square board with two packets of stones, one black, one white. The box said "Go" on the side, even though Azel named it some other name. "You'll like this one, Noah. It's all about strategy and it's like you're playing two armies against each other. Is this okay?"

[part1of3.livejournal.com]

[From here! (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/90530.html?thread=5660578#t5660578)]

Hmm.. by the looks of it, no Xigbar. This meant the guy he was looking for was probably in the Music Room. Although at this point he didn't really want to see the guy.. and he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to pull an apology out of him right now anyway, especially when his ex-lover old friend that he was currently fighting with (..?) had just done.. done what he did.

There was that messy red hair that could only mean Axel. There was a guy with hair the same deep shade of blue of Rena's, the blond kid who could be Nedian, and that strange woman who showed up at the worst possible times. Axel was his only friend there, and he'd get to talk to him at dinner tonight anyway. (Mmm, dinner. It couldn't come soon enough.)

..and there was a shelf of games. The nurse had smilingly left him at the door, so he was free to shoot a long, hard glare that halfway meant 'death!!' and halfway meant 'we need to talk at dinnertime, foo' over at Axel as he walked towards the games.

Let's see... cards.. cards.. ah! There were cards. Ashton reached out with his left hand to swipe a deck and safely tucked it in the band of his pants. His right hand, meanwhile, was reaching through the game shelf, shifting things around to get a better look at what he could find, but also creating an alibi for himself. He hadn't a hint of a problem with hiding his actions from the nurses. His poker face wasn't the best, but it wasn't terrible.

He paused a moment after he was done looking, happy he'd a moment to his own to reflect. So much had happened today... He'd spilled food all over a few people. He'd learned more about Dias' past than the man would ever have him know, and hated himself for not being able to do anything about it.. He'd cried in public. And there was the matter of people thinking he was fit to just up and kiss, right out of the blue. (He shot another deathglare at Axel.. hopefully his roommate would catch it.)

And, surprisingly, it seemed to work as he approached the nurse to let him back in the Sun Room. He smiled all friendly-like and thanked her, and she gladly let him back in the Sun Room...

[Heading back to here.. (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/90530.html?thread=5660578#t5660578)]

[faithful-dog.livejournal.com]

Naoe wasn't in the mood to play games, his entire life was a game, but spending another shift in his room didn't sound appealing either. He wandered into the game room and took a seat away from the others that were already in the room.

He was silent, lost in his own thoughts. He didn't really see or hear anything around him. It made him vulnerable, but he didn't care at that moment.

[faithful-frost.livejournal.com]

Haku smiled and bowed to his nurse, feeling better for the wash and for the plait his hair was now in. The bandages on his face were less and he was in a much better mood.

Of course, he could have done without the ribbon that had been used to tie his hair back, but the nurse had insisted it looked wonderful and wouldn't take 'no thank you' for an answer.

She also wouldn't allow him to go to the music room or sun room or even his room, instead, she said, a growing boy like himself should have some fun. Play some games or something.

Which is how he wound up here, in the Game Room, blinking around at the people here. He hoped he'd get to return to his room soon. Finding a quiet spot to sit, he smiled politely at the man sitting there and bowed his head, before sitting down himself. He reached up to finger the ribbon.

[faithful-dog.livejournal.com]

Naoe looked up when there was movement close by. He frowned slightly at the boy that sat down. He may have been a very effeminate boy, but Naoe could tell the genders apart. There were wounds on his face as well.

In all of his time here, Naoe had yet to encounter a 'monster' and he couldn't help but wonder...

"Do you mind if I ask how your face was hurt?" he asked, being rude in that it was such a direct question but polite in tone of voice.