Kuja was, in fact, quite surprised to suddenly find himself in bed. An odd turn of events, as he previously remembered investigating the contents of a closet. If the genome hadn't known any better, he would have thought he hadn't even left the room. However, the items he was still holding obviously proved such thoughts untrue; he had left his room.

This cage was a peculiar one.

In any case, unlike the night the day seemed the appropriate time to perhaps take a rest from all the danger lurking in the darkness. While he was resting his wings, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to "socialize" with the other patients, as allies would certainly be more useful during the night (and not merely to open doors for him). Perhaps he had made a fool out of himself tonight, but such wouldn't happen twice. Not everyone was fond of an encore, after all.

The sorcerer silently stepped out of bed, noticing his roommate was still asleep. The man didn't waste any time, however, as he hastily stored the items into his own closet, camouflaging it with clothes. Nurses finding his newly acquired items was the last thing Kuja needed, after all.

After he had closed the doors of said closet, another door opened as an extremely cheerful woman came in. Such contrast with the night, but the actors played their parts well.

Perhaps too well...

Kuja allowed himself to be escorted to the cafeteria, his attempt to gain more information from the nurse proving to be completely fruitless. Halfway, he had given up, as the staff seemed not as stupid as the Alexandrian court. Either they were acting, or they were unaware of the role they were playing. Regardless, they were mere pawns.

After he had filled his plate with some food, he seated himself at one of the tables, purposely choosing a place where he could easily watch the others patients entering. Blue eyes studying the various canaries flying within their cage as they were finally allowed an opportunity to rest their wings, he picked up a fork and began eating his breakfast.

Renji's quasi-peaceful mood from breakfast was well and gone by the time he got out to the courtyard. Rather than dwell on the all-new problems with Rukia - and the fact that he had absolutely no idea how to deal with any of it - he tried to occupy himself with a mental checklist of the things he needed to do today. Meet with Roy Mustang at lunch, introduce Hitsugaya around, hopefully speak with Qui-Gon at some point in the day, figure out who would be doing what in the night...

He'd gotten seperated from the rest of the Shinigami during the shuffle out to the courtyard, so he found himself somewhere out of the way where he could work out what else he needed to do.

It wasn't that he was avoiding Rukia, really.

Mostly.

Because avoiding someone in this place, at these times, was pretty much impossible.

His normally grouchy expression seemed just a bit more sour.

And so the day came, eerily similar to what the Head Doctor had foretold. For once, things didn't seem to be so bright and sunny as they should have been in this perfect Landel's world, and ominous grey clouds lined a stark sky that didn't seem to offer much sunlight.

As the intercom gave its usual daytime jingle, however, Dr. Martin Landel's voice carried as cheerily and lightly as always.

"Good morning, patients, and I hope a productive day awaits you! Not only may some of you be having your usual doctor visits, but some of you may find new friends--and roommates--in the new batch of patients that has arrived today. Er, I don't believe I have all their names written down, though..."

He fumbled through some papers.

"...Ah, yes, I seem to have misplaced them. In any case, nurses, could you please escort Group 1 to the cafeteria along with the other patients? Thank you very much!

"Speaking of the cafeteria, I'm sure all of you are wondering what we're having for breakfast today, hmmn? Well, today we have bagels and cream cheese, along with our usual side choices of bacon, sausage, eggs, or hash browns. For the bagel itself, you're also free to put other toppings on it, such as our lox or assorted pieces from our vegetable topping selection in the salad bar. As far as drinks, we have assorted juices, milk, and water, as per usual. Also as usual, we have the choice of regular toast and cereals."

He paused, taking in a deep breath, and then sighed.

"Ahhh. Doesn't that all sound good enough to eat?"

When no one seemed to laugh at his lame joke, he coughed and continued.

"Hmph. In any case, please give a warm welcome to our new patients, and--hm?"

His assistant seemed to have come and whispered something in his ear.

"Oh..." He said gravely as he turned towards the microphone, "oh, dearie, me, it seems as if one of our patients who was supposed to be introduced today suffered a tragic accident on the way here. What was his name? Bas--no, Adam Paine? At least that's what it says in the paperwork..."

He flipped through some kind of packet, murmuring to himself.

"What is--ugh the disorganization...." He cleared his throat when he realized he was slipping up in his friendly-leader routine, and he finished his announcement. "Nurses, if any of you come across an Adam Paine, could you please report to me? It seems as if... Nurse... Hondor filed some faulty claim in the name of..."

He paused. The pallor of his face could nearly be heard in the post-dawn silence.

"...Leeroy Jenkins."

The intercom clicked off abruptly.

[ All patients from GROUP ONE should be introduced in comments to this entry. If you have someone else who's active in your room, assume that they woke up before you, and if it's someone who has already been introduced or will be introduced later on in the day, have them already gone or sleeping, respectively. ]