Day 51: Arts and Crafts [Second Shift]

[gald_digger]

They actually listened to some of the suggestions people put in that box? Anise thought the Head Doctor had to be joking when he said that, but she soon heard him mention something that she herself had suggested: sewing supplies. They were really going to get some? Anise could finally get a real needle, so she could make repairs to Tokunaga whenever she needed to. She swiped one of their blunt, plastic needles before, but using that just left big holes in the fabric. Using it on Tokunaga made her feel bad, like she was hurting the poor doll.

"Isn't that nice, Dolores?" The nurse must have caught Anise's hopeful look. "But remember, you'll need to be on your best behavior until then."

"I know, I..." Anise began with her usual dismissive reply, but quickly remembered that the intercom had said 'behavior and attitudes', and instantly changed her tune. "I'll do my very best! Hee hee!" She forced a smile for the old hag.

Unfortunately, the sewing supplies weren't here today, so Anise had to find something else to do for now. Stepping inside the Arts and Crafts room, she quickly found that several tables already had paper craft ('origami,' they called it?) supplies laid out for them, so she guessed she'd just occupy herself with that. The girl sat down at one of the tables, opened up one of the books, and started looking through it.

Cranes, frogs, horses, turtles... There were lots of familiar animals, and a few unfamiliar ones, too. The rabbits looked kind of cute.

[For Ilia!]

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[bothersomewoman.livejournal.com]

"Take me to my brother, now."

Those were the first and only words Temari said to the nurse, and the kunoichi refused to take a single step until the had the woman's promise of compliance. Even knowing about the risk of sedation, Temari doubted the staff would go that far in face of a non-violent protest, and she'd been right--though the nurse assured her that it was only because they were both scheduled for Arts and Crafts now anyway.

Every bit of harshness she showed the woman vanished when Gaara came into sight, however, and Temari couldn't help but smile in spite of the situation. He looked completely and utterly confused by the harmless materials before him, and as a big sister, Temari was well within her right to appreciate that unintended cute side her brother had. And maybe the fact that Gaara didn't look any older or (thankfully) any younger than she remembered helped with that too.

"I don't think you have to take those things so seriously, Gaara." Temari could at least hope that the strange sparkling vial wouldn't turn out to be sinister; from what Shikamaru had said, it seemed like their surroundings were relatively safe during the day. She took the seat across from him, her mind turning to what Gaara had already faced. Temari had no way of knowing yet just how long her brother had been awake, and he didn't have his gourd with him. Was he really without the shield of sand? "How long have you been here? Are you hurt?"

[buryyourdemons.livejournal.com]

There was nothing in him that wanted to take part in any daytime activities. Even if he understood what he was meant to do with the items before him, participating seemed too close to accepting the scenario. The stillness seemed too much. All of the details unknown tread too much. Very few things were known, and what were--

When a voice rang out, it was he who looked up with surprise to counter the familiar tones. And how had she, too, been taken? Something slid through him, relatively new and not unwanted--a sharpened anger at the situation with this new detail. "Temari...." And shouldn't he be asking her those questions? "Last night. I'm fine."

He quickly looked her over in turn, and allowed some ease to slip back when it seemed that she was fine. "You?"