The group hadn't made it to the Twin Pines before the nurses started ushering them back to the buses. Sanji didn't believe the small sack dinner he was handed would make up for the meal they would have had at the restaurant, and aside from that he'd still wanted to check the place out. Now he had no way of comparing it to what they served at the asylum and he couldn't help but wonder if the staff had planned it that way.

Somehow in the large crowd of patients and nurses he lost track of his crewmates, something that seemed to be occurring just as often as Usopp warned it would. He had their room numbers now, though. He would find them tonight if not before.

His dinner was eaten quickly and he found it lacking, but he wouldn't complain. What he really needed was a cigarette. Bringing it up on the walk down Main Street earlier had only made him think about it more, and now he was just irritable. He tapped a light broken rhythm on the plastic pane of his window, staring out at the other patients as they were loaded into the buses also.

[from here]

Byakuya entered the spa in a somewhat less grand manner than normal; he felt deflated, due to the unpleasant business that had been occurring all day. But, then again, that was why he was here, was it not? To release some of that stress. He wouldn't be able to function, otherwise... and the next - or, rather, the FIRST - task he'd set out for himself was crucial. He needed to have a lucid, logical discussion with Renji. The boy had to be made to understand a few things... and that would not be possible if he was in a state where he would snap at the slightest misstep. Granted... that was his normal state. That fact notwithstanding, a bit of relaxation would likely make him more... agreeable.

He approached the counter, and addressed the person standing behind it: "I wish to inquire as to the exact nature of the services you provide."

[from Kelley Street]

The shinigami quietly entered the rundown park. It looked forlorn and very much like there should be a hollow or two hanging out in it. Yet a quick check of the spirit threads gave her no indication of any present. The gloomy atmosphere was perfect for her to do some deep thinking about herself and what all had happened in Soul Society.

Picking a bench under a tree, she sat and stared off into the park..She needed the quiet.

[from here]

Momo headed down what she suspected was the center street for the town. She noted the various businesses as she walked, as well as the increased staff presence, and kept to herself. If she was going to be wandering around lost in her own thoughts, she might as well get a feel for the town.

Maybe she'd make a map once she had a better idea.

[to Kelley Street]

Zelgadis was not happy, at all. Not that this was any change, but the events of the past few hours had given him more to angst about than usual. Nightshift had been dreadful: first he was attacked by a small green man and then covered in leeches, neither of which lead to warm fuzzy feelings.

And now this.

When the nurse had come into his room with new clothes he had a small glimmer of hope-- some thief had taken his normal Landel's wear in the night, so perhaps this was a change in luck. However, it was not the godsend he had hoped for. Minus the threat of sedation, there was nothing in the universe that could make Zelgadis wear a bright lemon-yellow shirt. There was a jacket of a slightly more tasteful variety, so Zelgadis made good us of it-- he put all his coupons in a pocket and pulled up the hood. It was almost as good as his cloak. Well, no it wasn't, but it would have to do.

With mild protesting, Zelgadis was lead to a large yellow vehicle. He climbed the stairs, took a seat towards the back, and readied himself for another frustrating day of being attacked and threatened with spoons.

[From here]

After figuring out how to open the door, Scar carefully peeked into the hallway. The hall was dark, but the former lion couldn't see anything move. Closing the door quietly behind him, he slowly moved further down the hallway while using the wall as support. He found that he could retain his balance better while having something to lean on.

[To here]

Scar didn't immediately venture out into the hallway. His green eyes stared into the darkness, able to make out the silhouettes of the objects standing in the seemingly safe confinement that was his room. He noted with irritation that his vision was worse than it had been before his arrival. He hadn't noticed it in bright daylight, but now that he was surrounded by complete darkness he saw his eyes weren't what they were supposed to be. While the king should have been able to see perfectly, all he could make out were outlines.

Just the thing he needed...

It was only one of the things that made the former lion hesitate to leave his room. After all, he was in the possession of useless teeth, nails that couldn't even scratch properly and the balance of an elephant that only sported one leg. Even the most sad excuse of a hunter would be able to catch the 'easy prey' signal radiating from him. Venturing out almost equaled suicide. Breathing a little while longer happened to be rather high on the king's list of priorities.

Sitting around the entire night, however, hardly sounded appealing either. Not to mention it wouldn't get anything done, much less get his former body back. He supposed he could always attempt finding someone that could serve as a proper shield body guard ally. There were plenty of patients, after all. He may not have the strength, but his brains were in perfect condition. Chances were he could find and convince someone soon enough, hopefully before running into something that wanted a midnight snack.

After he had made his decision, he opted to investigate this small space before venturing out. It took longer than should, and there was nothing of interest or even remotely familiar to him. He was already considering his search a waste of time when he reached the object which was called 'bed'. Removing the strange fabrics draped over it was difficult for someone who couldn't quite use his fingers, but it yielded nothing. His eyes eventually fell on the soft item laying on the bed's end. Throwing it aside, he noticed another strange object hidden beneath it.

The former lion somehow managed to curl his fingers around the item and lifted it. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of purpose such an item served, and after fiddling around with it his question was answered soon enough. A small light beamed from one of its sides, making Scar nearly drop the item in alarm. But the light didn't seem to burn like fire did, which meant the item would be useful in outweighing his eyesight.

His gaze shifted to the door.

[To here]

[from here.]

The shinigami knocked on Signum's door and waited, her eyes scanning the hallway for movement as she waited. She hoped the rest of her team would arrive quickly, not knowing which room Hokuto was in much less Saber. What block would Saber be traveling from?

A stronger hope was for both Byakuya and Robin hood to arrive in mere moments so she could get them their shovels and out of her hair - especially Byakuya. Why did the enemy have to bring him here? She'd have preferred just about any other captain at the moment... .

Libraries, he'd found, were rarely as dull as people made them out to be.  Though he felt no magic in these tomes, they were still full of useful information.  Maybe some of them could tell him a little bit more about this world he'd landed himself in. 

For that matter, why hadn't he run into any of the others yet?  They'd all been fairly close together when they'd left Rekord, but he hadn't seen a trace of any of them.  He was able to communicate easily with the people here though, which led him to believe Mokona was within a mile or so.  Unless the ones running this little game had some other way to let all these other-worldly people communicate amongst themselves.  In which case, the others could be very far away indeed.

The library had that wonderful smell of old books, and Fai traced his fingers along the shelves, skimming titles and pulling books that struck his fancy.  Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz, The War of the Worlds, and with a smile, he found Bram Stoker's Dracula as well.  Raven had been telling the truth then, in spite of his own lies.  Ought to be a good start.  He sat leisurely at one of the tables and began flipping through his selections.

[waiting for Tamaki~]

The intercom clicked on amongst the sound of conversation and eating in the cafeteria.

"I hope you all enjoyed that hearty lunch and are ready for our next shift!" The Head Doctor said cheerily. "Our next activity will be in the Library, as our schedule is going to be changed in lieu of our expanding patient population, and I'm pleased to announce that all of our new patients' files have been cleared, and that the nurses will be introducing Group 4 of our new patients to all of you shortly.

"However," the doctor began a new sentence, his chair squeaking from under him as he seemed to lean back in it. He seemed pleased, content. "Tomorrow will be a fun day indeed, and something new will happen that will give greater--if temporary--freedom to all of you and give all our patients a break from the admitted tedium of daily shifts. Why yes--tomorrow, we'll be having an Institution-wide trip to Doyleton, the nearby town outside of the valley and hills that this institution is surrounded by. Of course, the field trip isn't mandatory, and patients should feel free to stay here and enjoy a special day of special recreation should they desire."

The Head Doctor paused, as if weighing how much he could reveal about the events of the next day, and then seemed to decide that a quiet tease was better than nothing at all.

"I should let you know, patients, that I too will be attending the field trip! Oh, yes, indeed, and as I'll be personally chaperoning one of the buses into town, I do hope to meet some of you in person and become familiar with the faces that I'm always so busy taking care of but never really becoming friendly with. Yes, tomorrow will certainly be an interesting day..."

He trailed off, then finished the announcement:

"In any case: Next shift will be in the Patient Library, though, of course, the option of staying in the Sun Room is always available. And that's all for now!"

The intercom clicked off, though conversation had now dwindled to hushed and excited chatter.