http://selfrescuer.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] selfrescuer.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2010-06-17 01:58 pm

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]

[identity profile] oneman-onekill.livejournal.com 2010-06-26 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
Niikura watched Morgan's face closely for any sort of interesting reaction. None occurred, but it looked like a lot had gone through the guy's mind before he had answered. Had he liked his old roommate, cared for him a lot? Or was this more data-gathering? Kind of heartless, using someone's disappearance as a way to milk for information, but he was running with it too, wasn't he?

He nodded. "Right." Actually, that sounded like a good thing to do: get more information. He was still too new, too raw. Yesterday night had proved that he couldn't go running around by himself; these weren't the streets of Japan he was roaming now. And Niikura got the feeling that a lot of people here had plenty of gems to offer up if he got them talking the right way. "Sounds good. Let me know if I can help you out with anything."

He was latching on like a ramora. Morgan was going somewhere, and Niikura would come along for the ride as far as he could go before Akumetsu could happen. If that meant playing lackey for a bit, he could deal with that.