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Day 50: Cafeteria (Brunch)
Somehow, after their talk in the chapel, Elaine felt simultaneously more accepting of and more irritated by her future husband. On the one hand, seven years had clearly been good to him. He seemed more sincere and thoughtful than he had been before his disappearance, and he had a more mature (dare she say, handsome?) look to him. On the other hand, there were clearly some things that made even time throw up its hands in vain and say, "To hell with this!" Guybrush was still inexorably prone to disastrous accidents if the story about the Pox of LeChuck was anything to go by, and he was so obviously keeping something important from her that any passing dolt in the Institute would have been able to tell. In the end, that eternal underlying sweetness of his that won out, keeping her from punching him again, at least. That was only by a hairs width, though. Her snugglecakes was going to have to stay on his best behaviour if he knew what was good for him.
She left the Mighty Pirate™ alone for the time being when the announcement of the next shift went off. He would want some time to catch up with Morgan next, presumably. As much as the woman's attitude bothered her, she was a friend of Guybrush's, as she had claimed. Elaine could be strict, but she wasn't the kind of shrewish future wife/past fiancé who would keep her man from seeing his friends. Besides, she needed some more time to catch up on the goings-on of the Institute. Patients filled the building to the brim, now, it seemed; there would be a lot to investigate.
After a few quick trips back and forth to the bulletin and a few new leads to follow up on, the governor gave in to her nurse's persistent nagging and headed to the cafeteria for brunch. After the relatively light fare of the day before, Elaine took advantage of the Institute's admittedly scrumptious offerings and loaded up a full, balanced brunchfast of eggs, sausage links, waffles, and vegetable soup. As expected, the selection of drinks did not offer either root beer or grog. Grog she could live without, at least, she thought while making a face. Eugh. For now, she settled for a tall glass of water.
Elaine settled into a seat in the cafeteria and tucked into her meal. Her eyes didn't stay on her food, though, instead gazing around restlessly; she hadn't seen LeChuck so far this morning, and god forbid he wanted to invite himself to brunch with her if he chose now to show up. A certain horribly unpleasant dinner on Mêlée Island came to mind. She was prepared to either move at the first sign of the dread pirate or signal a random stranger to sit with her before he could.
[For Dean]
She left the Mighty Pirate™ alone for the time being when the announcement of the next shift went off. He would want some time to catch up with Morgan next, presumably. As much as the woman's attitude bothered her, she was a friend of Guybrush's, as she had claimed. Elaine could be strict, but she wasn't the kind of shrewish future wife/past fiancé who would keep her man from seeing his friends. Besides, she needed some more time to catch up on the goings-on of the Institute. Patients filled the building to the brim, now, it seemed; there would be a lot to investigate.
After a few quick trips back and forth to the bulletin and a few new leads to follow up on, the governor gave in to her nurse's persistent nagging and headed to the cafeteria for brunch. After the relatively light fare of the day before, Elaine took advantage of the Institute's admittedly scrumptious offerings and loaded up a full, balanced brunchfast of eggs, sausage links, waffles, and vegetable soup. As expected, the selection of drinks did not offer either root beer or grog. Grog she could live without, at least, she thought while making a face. Eugh. For now, she settled for a tall glass of water.
Elaine settled into a seat in the cafeteria and tucked into her meal. Her eyes didn't stay on her food, though, instead gazing around restlessly; she hadn't seen LeChuck so far this morning, and god forbid he wanted to invite himself to brunch with her if he chose now to show up. A certain horribly unpleasant dinner on Mêlée Island came to mind. She was prepared to either move at the first sign of the dread pirate or signal a random stranger to sit with her before he could.
[For Dean]
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At that, she couldn't help but snort. Right. Since when had she ever been lucky? Because as far as Claire was concerned, she was pretty sure that her life had been a living nightmare for a few years now. Luckily, there was sports to distract her. Oh, yay. Another topic that Claire just loved discussing. Luckily, cheerleading had at least made her pretty good at pretending she was savvy in them -- or that she cared. Bella's own confessed lack of aptitude in them didn't hurt the conversation.
"Baseball bat. Well, I'm not promising you a ball, but we'll see how much damage you can do with a louisville slugger for now. Maybe next time we'll work on that pigskin." Wait. That … was football. She cringed visibly, shaking her head and shutting her eyes, making it obvious that she acknowledged her own error. "Or … whatever a baseball's made of." Hopefully, if she just chuckled it off, it'd be passable. She didn't really need Bella, like the rest of Union Wells, to jump on her about not liking sports as much as she should have.
"Well, you have Edward to look out for you, right?" She cast a shift glance over at him -- and for the first time noticed that God, he was beautiful. Weirdly so. Claire had definitely concluded that Bella was undeniably beautiful when she first saw her, but seeing Edward made Bella look plain in comparison. It warranted a double take, and she was still wearing the look of confusion when she turned back to Bella.
What was she talking about?
Right. Weapons.
"Um -- He has a weapon or something right? I mean, one of you should, especially if he's so set on you not going out by yourself." Reminding herself of how controlling he was had definitely been a good idea -- it sufficiently distracted her from how stunned she'd been. "I'm guessing he's not one of the lucky few who managed to sneak a sword in somehow."