Day 53: Sun Room, Morning

[scarefaux]

With breakfast finished and a new acquaintance made, the Scarecrow's mind turned to his other friends. The disappearance of Depth Charge's friend had brought back memories of how he'd felt when Kaiji went missing: helpless, useless, as though he should have and could have done something more to find him. If only he had his brain, then maybe he could have thought of something!

As much as he didn't like to admit it, it was unlikely his former roommate was still within the Institute's walls at this point, though the Scarecrow wouldn't know for sure unless Kaiji returned to visit him as Dorothy had, encouraging his supposed recovery. There was still the concern that Landel, despite his vile methods, was actually right and he was suffering from the delusion of having been a scarecrow in Oz. After all, that movie had been a pretty elaborate trick. Would he have planted it in town on purpose, knowing the Scarecrow would be taken there the night of the enchanted doors? And how could he guarantee that once he did find it, he'd take it and actually watch it? There was so much guesswork involved- it seemed the Wizard Landel either liked coincidences or he had more power on his side than any of the patients could have guessed.

The Scarecrow stopped by the bulletin board before heading for a seat, considering writing a note to his friends to check on them. He'd heard from Depth Charge, Remy, and Kibitoshin within a day's time, so he figured they were probably fine (as fine as Depth Charge could have been after last night, anyway). He'd seen Mele and Scar the day before. He put a finger to his head, thinking- he'd not heard from Abe or Sangamon in a day or so, but being professionals, they were probably very busy. Perhaps a note would be best for them.

[Kibby]

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[angeritself.livejournal.com]

In his condition and especially after yesterday, Shizuo was to be accompanied to the Sun Room. His nurse approached as he scowled at the last of the announcement, and supervised his awkward stand -- he refused her hand, and also her help as he situated himself with the single crutch. Even if he hadn't had ample experience with worse (believe it) injuries, and couldn't work a crutch, he wouldn't have wanted her help. In that situation, he may not have had a choice.

As if he did now. Though he hobbled along with ease, the woman persisted on staying at his side. Her mouth had set in a worried line: in this shift, there was no alternative, Mr. Takahashi and Mr. Peace would be in the same room. She searched the room for evidence of the other patient, and at not yet finding him, sought an appropriate place to put Ivan--one where he might have a limited view of the rest of the room. Unfortunately, the layout didn't lend to that. She'd also brought a little something, in the hopes of distracting him.

Finally, the nurse settled on the sofa occupied in part by young Daniel--surely, surely he would behave in front of a boy?--and Shizuo, still sedative shy and as such willing to go along, followed her. On realizing where she intended to put him, Shizuo stopped, about a foot from the couch.

"The kid's sleeping," he said, frowning.

"Then you'll have to be quiet, won't you? We don't have that many seats, Mr. Peace."

Then too focused on his grinding teeth and not snapping over that damn name, Shizuo stopped arguing. Though he struggled with it, having only one hand to set aside the crutch, he managed to sink into the other seat. After, the nurse handed him a book; she'd been carrying it under her arm.

"I noticed you didn't finish it yesterday," she began, voice sugary, "and I thought you might like to today."

Shizuo stared at the title. Green Eggs and Ham. He couldn't remember why, but somehow, it pissed him off.

[heraldric.livejournal.com]

When there was movement in the seat next to him, Leon lifted his head slightly to give the person a bleary look. Were there not enough available seats in the rest of the sun room that someone had to be sat down next to an obviously sleeping patient? Was it that important that he get to know other people, because there was no way he could look like he was hoping to meet new faces at the moment.

He sat up once the nurse was gone in order to give the man more room. His eyes drifted to the book he was holding and he almost raised an eyebrow but said nothing about it. If someone wanted to entertain themselves with what was clearly a children's book then he wasn't going to stop them. He was sure plenty of them could be entertaining in their own right.

"You can go somewhere else once she stops looking over if you want."