Day 51: Arts & Crafts (4th shift)

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There were very few activity shifts, Cloud was sure, that could possibly make him feel more like he was being treated like a child. He took a seat at one of the tables and blankly examined the materials set out before him. A pair of the dullest scissors he'd ever seen were labeled 'ages 3 and up'. It was good to know where the patients stood in this.

He wasn't much of an artist, and he ignored most of the paints and other drawing utensils in favor of a few sheets of colored paper and instructions on how to make origami. That sounded vaguely familiar. Didn't Yuffie have throwing weapons made out of paper at some point? It was something to do anyway, and thus Cloud began the process of crafting what ended up being very elaborate paper wads.

Sadly, his attempts to keep from dwelling on the subject of his missing friend failed when he realized this was something Aerith probably would have enjoyed greatly. Tonight, he and Yuffie would go out and try to accomplish... something. It was depressing to think there really might not be anything they could do, that they might all end up the same as the flower girl eventually.

[for a hopefully more optimistic materia thief]

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Leela didn't mind the Arts and Crafts room--she'd first met her awesome roommate here. Though she'd been favoring her virtual-reality-in-her-own-actual-time theory lately, people like Elaine were problematic in that one. Why would there be so many people from the twentieth century and earlier in a thirty-first century fake asylum? Even the people from places like Leela's home seemed to be from earlier than she was.

She sat down at a table that had some clay on it, and started idly fashioning some into an oblong shape (http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/3300000/Planet-Express-Ship-futurama-3305283-1024-768.jpg). Hopefully, Betty wasn't going to take enough of a personal interest in her so-called recovery to scold her for making a spaceship. Assuming it came out recognizable enough for Betty to know what it was. Leela wasn't terribly artistic. Once she gave it fins, she would've known it anywhere.

She set the little ship on the table, and studied it with unusual thoughtfulness. With any luck, the real one was on its way to her right now. Who knew what color it would be, how many dings it would have in it, and what shape the gears would be in. Leela laughed softly, and nudged the clay one with a finger, turning it so its nose pointed toward her. Maybe the professor was driving, and that was what was taking those jerkwads so long.

[For Knives Chau, age seventeen! <3]

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Having been told once again that she didn't need a shower, Knives found herself led to the arts and crafts room by a nurse, who insisted some creativity would help her 'get better'. What a crock.

"I am better," muttered Knives, rubbing her arms and walking deeper into the room. She looked around at the room full of unfamiliar faces, biting her lip. They could have at least let her keep her scarf; she would be more comfortable with something from home. Definitely. But nooo, they took away everything. She already hated the gray uniform she was wearing and the day hadn't even finished yet. How the heck was working with art stuff going to get her out of here?

[OOC: Sob this is so late.]

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Leela noticed the uncomfortable-looking girl, and waved at her. Maybe she was feeling out of sorts in a new body? Even if she wasn't, Leela often felt protective toward the younger women here. It was one thing for them to kidnap Leela. It was still wrong, but she could handle it. Taking kids away from their homes and families just wasn't nice.

"Some therapeutic clay work happening here," she said, mostly for the girl's nurse's benefit, and gave the girl herself a wink. It was kind of fun to be able to do that without having to specify that she wasn't blinking normally. Leela still preferred her real looks, but there were distinct benefits to having two working eyes.

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Satisfied, the nurse told Knives to express herself before leaving. Looking relieved, Knives sat across from Leela, pulling some of hair behind her ears. "Thanks," she said with a slightly nervous smile, "I really hate being mother henned by creepy kidnapping nurses."

She looked at the clay ship Leela had made. "That's pretty good," she said with a nod, "I always made like, kittens and stuff when I took art classes."

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It seemed far more likely to Leela that the nurses were brain-slug victims or robots than that they were the actual kidnappers in question. She forbore to offer those particular theories so early in the conversation.

"Oh, I'm not much of an artist, but it makes Betty think I'm trying." Enough so that she had retreated to wait with the other nurses, thank goodness. "Did you just get here?" She didn't remember having seen this girl around before. "I don't think the nurses really know anything." There was something weird and not entirely natural about their ignorance, and she wasn't about to rule out mind control any time soon.