The intercom clicked on with its usual jingle, the Head Doctor clearing his throat before he made his last shift-changing announcement of the day.

"Well, now that everyone is clean and having fun, I suppose it's time for everyone to be escorted back to their rooms for dinner! Yes, yes, I know the game room can be entertaining and doctor sessions can be fulfilling, but we only have so much time in the day, don't we?

"Ah, and speaking of dinner, tonight, we'll be having an old favorite--seasoned steak, a baked potato, and peas! Yum, yum. You also get a choice of vegetable soup or caesar salad--just tell your nurse which you'd prefer--and may also choose from our usual variety of drinks."

He made his usual pause, perhaps contemplating what the night would have in store once the sun fully set. Now, however, wasn't the time to reveal such musings, and so he ended on his usual cheery note:

"That's about all for now! I hope you all enjoy your suppers."

And again the intercom turned off.

Some day, he really did intend to go to the game room, just to see what they had in the way of games. But not today. He was simply not in the mood to do anything approaching fun, and he was starting to feel like shit from a combination of being sedated and not having eaten anything yet all day.

The nurses bought it when he did a little exagerated stumbling around, and let him slink off to a corner of the Sun Room. He figured he'd lay down and pretend to be asleep, and maybe he'd be lucky enough that everyone would leave him the hell alone. He even found a couch with its back to the door so he wouldn't be immediately visible and laid down on it. His feet hung over one of the arms, but it wasn't as obvious as his hair being visible.

He had a lot to think about. Like trying to understand why he both did and didn't want to see Rukia. And the things the mysterious person on the bulletin board had said. Thinking about it made his hands shake and made him feel sick. It made it nearly impossible to try to tell himself that nothing had happened, now.

Renji closed his eyes tightly and wished that he really could sleep.

Scar felt cold and sick, though more the latter than the former. As he rose from his bed, he didn't quite know which way was up, and the artificial light coming from overhead seemed as hot and as blinding as the Ishbal sun.

His head hurt, but that was nothing new. After all, the last thing he remembered from the night before was fighting a homunculus off of Lust and then having a conversation about events best left forgotten. The man hadn't been his brother. He just hadn't. And if what Lust had said they'd done to her was true...

Scar stood with shakiness that he wanted to attribute more to a bizarrely weakened physical state than a mental one. Had he been knocked out by some kind of lurking monster before the morning had come? He felt as if he had been out for days, being a veteran of such circumstances, though as he took the practiced role of being an obedient follower behind the nurse and orderlies that came for him, it didn't seem as if much had changed.

This place was probably just playing tricks on him again, and he was tired of being the man left out of the loop. He grabbed some food he didn't really care for and sat down, not seeing anyone he knew already seated. On one hand, he wished he had someone to talk to, and on the other, it scared him that he was no longer used to being alone.

He dug his fork into his food and tried to block out any related thought.

Gluttony didn't want to leave his Lust, not after he'd just found her!  But the mean tasty nurses said he had to.  "You can't join her in the women's showers" was a bad excuse.  He didn't like the mean tasty nurses.  Maybe Lust would let him eat them later.  Still, he knew he would see his Lust again, and that was good.  He liked Lust.  She was good and beautiful and smart and kind.  Why did they have to take him away from his Lust?

Still, he would see her again.  And she would tell him it was okay to eat the tasty nurses, and that would be good.  His new friend liked eating people, too.  That made him happy to find a friend who shared a love for eating people.  Today was a very good day.

As he entered the showers, he stood under a shower head and opened his mouth wide to drink up the water.  It wasn't as good as eating people, or eating waffles that didn't scream when he bit into them so weren't nearly as good as eating people, but it was still swallowing something, and that made him feel better.

Sai awoke rather groggily, which wasn't a good sign for a ninja. It meant he was probably ill. He'd need to get checked up with a medic-nin before he did very much more that day. Eyes blinked open slowly to stare at the ceiling and then narrowed in confusion. Not his ceiling. Was he already at the hospital?

"Mr. Pastello... wake up, hon."

Turning his head to the side revealed a vaguely familiar woman in a white uniform. A nurse? ...Oh yes. His nurse. Landels. He sat up at her direction, feeling mildly dizzy as he did so, and glanced down at his arms as he folded them in his lap. They were covered in clean bandages, no longer bleeding. The dizziness told him he was still suffering a bit from the blood loss, however.

When had he passed out? The last few events of the night hadn't been very clear. He didn't know what had happened to the two pirates and, looking around, the mess of blood they had left seemed to have been completely cleaned up. It was amazing, really. He smiled at his nurse, too weary to do much else but let her lead him to breakfast at the moment.

She helped him to his feet, where the light-headedness was even more apparent. It didn't seem to be anything he couldn't put up with, though. The nurse seemed to know a bit about what he suffered from, but made no mention of it aside from telling him to avoid lifting heavy objects and to drink lots of fluids as they made their way to the cafeteria. The subject of blood-sucking leeches never arose, and he figured if it had she'd surely feign ignorance.

It wasn't until they got there that he realized just how absolutely starving he was. He'd had what, corn for dinner? The smells were simply enticing, even though he had no idea what waffles were supposed to be. He was sure anything edible at this point would be fine, and made his way out of his nurse's grip and to the line with more speed then he'd probably ever gone after food at.

[From here.]

The man seated across from William was an odd one. Although the scientist could see little in the dark of the room, the long hair caught his attention and it was only inevitable that he would arrive to the conclusion of 'oddity'. It wasn't often men wore their hair long.

William swung his legs to the side of the bed, idly noting his lack of footwear and the icy floor. Was this a cell then? The sterile environment of wherever he was didn't match well with this theory and the doctor found himself puzzling over it for a moment before glancing at his roommate again.

"And who might you be?" A employee of Umbrella? A madman? The two options that first came to mind were redundant, they both went hand in hand anyway.

The intercom crackled on, all vestige of civility lost from the Head Doctor's voice as his words came out, quick and frothy.

"Schizophrenic sasquatch? Sasquatch? Surely, you can come up with something better than that, old friend!"

His breathing continued, hard and unhinged, as the intercom squealed for a moment under the movement of his hands.

"You, weaponless? Ha! You reaped the same benefits from these patients as I did, Alec! You remember, I'm sure, the poor man from whom you stole your own abilities? Of course, I have more than that now--much more--more power than even you can imagine, than even my so-called superiors can. I'm the one being ordered, here? Ha! I have countries begging for the fruits of my research; it is only through my own pitying patriotism that I stick with this sad bunch of short-sighted military men!

"In short, dear doctor, your words are noble indeed, but your intentions are another matter entirely, as I have reiterated again and again and again. And again, this trade of tirades--I tire of it! Good night for now, Alec, and Group 3, I hope you enjoy your stay."

With that angry note, the Head Doctor seemed to slam his hand down on the intercom switch and all went quiet.

[From here]

Xemnas had quickly made it into the next hallway, noticing he was one of the few patients sneaking around in the darkness. It seemed no abominations had appeared thus far either, which was something he wanted to make use of as long as possible.

Not lingering for too long, he carefully headed to the nearest staircase.

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[From here]

So far no stupid distractions.

Albel quickly proceeded into the next hallway, carefully scanning the darkness for any scum lurking within it (though without a flashlight, it made it pretty difficult to see anything).

Eventually, the Captain reached the door leading to the recreational field. As he turned the doorknob, he felt the cold chill from outside on his face. Without lingering too long, he headed outside.

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There had been a flashlight under his pillow. Cloud had decided that anything in this strange place would be useful for him to utilize in any capacity. He has searched around this room and taken the booklet that appeared to be a diary and a couple of pens for either writing or as a mock-weapon if it came down to that. The radio was archaic, but it seemed to work correctly.

He still had absolutely no idea where he was or how he ended up in a place like this either. He was not about to sit around in a bedroom waiting for the answers to come to him, so he carefully left his room and peered around up and down the hallway. It was dark; wonderful.

Stepping out, he found the slippers on his feet ineffective and left them behind to walk barefoot. He turned on the flashlight and looked around, spotting a door at the end of the hallway, and he made his way towards that, pausing to look at the other doors. They had a letter and numbers on them. His said ‘M75’, and he decided that was important enough to make note of.

It was quiet, so he kept himself on guard as he moved silently to the door into another hallway.

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