Day 51: Breakfast

Yuffie Kisaragi, indomitable bouncing ball of sunshine and unfathomable ebullience, was tired. It'd been a long night full of gibberish and getting nowhere fast.

"Can't I—"

Plucky, who had been busily loading a plate full of French toast and bacon, tittered. "I'm afraid not, Hanna, darling. A chat over a nice, hearty breakfast would do you a world of good, don't you think?"

"Aaaaactually—"

"Come on, let's find you a seat. Plenty to choose from this morning!"

For a long moment, Yuffie seriously considered doing something—anything—to act out. Punch her nurse, rub jam in an orderly's face, climb a wall and hang off the ceiling, jump on a table and parody Loveless… A ruckus like that would definitely jolt her back into gear, right? Sedation aside. And it'd turn Plucky's good day right on its head, which was always a bonus worth shooting for.

But, by the time she'd reached a decision—and it was an epic decision, a really awesome one; everybody'd appreciate the genius, she was sure—she was already alone. Her breakfast tray had been set down neatly by the nurse, who had left with an infuriatingly winsome smile.

"Wow," Yuffie muttered. Shaking her head, she picked a chair at random and threw herself into it. She kicked back, one arm slung across her eyes, to wait. For what, she wasn't totally sure. Some moron to decide that she looked like good company? That was how it usually went.

[identity profile] fangirlfatale.livejournal.com 2010-08-09 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Who's building alliances? Morgan almost asked. At least the scars made this guy seem like he might actually have something to bring to the table, but Morgan LeFlay still worked alone. Actually, she thought, if the nurse wanted to steer a prisoner to the person who'd be least likely to get the sudden urge to defend someone unless there was something good in it for her, she wouldn't be a bad first entry on the list.

"Guess they're pretty confident they can handle us," she observed dryly instead. Her tone probably made it pretty clear that she didn't agree with such an obviously stupid opinion. "During the day, anyway. It looks like they're too scared to show their namby-pamby faces at night when we're armed."

Morgan's confident grin dimmed when the man said the word "Kamino." New Zealand she'd heard of, but not that place. "You're not another one of those people from a different planet, are you?" she asked (with another habitual raised eyebrow, although she wasn't completely unwilling to believe that answer anymore). "I work mostly in the Caribbean, but until I get a clear look at the stars I won't be sure how far away we are from there." Just judging by the weather and the plant life here, it could be hundreds or even thousands of miles, a distance Morgan hadn't really contemplated before. The first thing they'd have to do would be to make it to the nearest coast, she decided.

[identity profile] loyal-soldier.livejournal.com 2010-08-09 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
622 wasn't exactly impressed by the unvoiced response. It might just have been his training's focus on squad-based everything, but he didn't think it was a good idea for anyone short of Lord Vader himself to be wandering around here alone at night.

Still, disagreement wasn't a reason to withhold information about this place, anyway. "They're still around at night, but quite a bit more dangerous," he said, indicating some thin lines of scars on his unbandaged arm. "They change along with the rest of this place." Which had been illustrated as graphically as was possible that night when the buses had gotten back just a few minutes late from the town.

Oh, great. 622 sighed slightly, steeling himself a little. He hated getting called crazy, but it seemed like he might be on the path towards that again. Still, he wasn't going to lie. "I am. But all that really matters is that I'm a soldier." Someone capable, not some gibbering idiot who couldn't hold a gun straight. "You've certainly got an advantage over me, pretty much everything about this place is confusing on some level for me." Well, that was an exaggeration. Mostly he just had no clue how to handle civilians, and unfortunately, that meant just about everyone. Most of them being from a pre-hyperdrive society just made things that much more boggling.