Rabastan was on a mission to try to please Severus Snape. Someone should really stop and pity the poor Potions Master. So far, Bast had managed to lose just about everyone he had gotten attached to, and he was determined to not lose Severus. Severus was real after all.

Radio tucked into the crook of his arm, he grinned and shook his head when the nurses tried to get him to play, going for the sweet and cute thing. He did seem to be listening to their warnings to stay off the field then so he wouldn't get hit accidentally by people playing their various games. Heading to the sidelines, he began poking around at the grass and other small plants, trying hard to remember Potion classes from back at Hogwarts. Was that a good one? Or a bad one? Maybe it was a weed.

Either way, Bast plucked it gently and cupped it in his hand as he settled down on the grass and began fully inspecting the area around him. His radio was lectured to as he looked around.

"Mr Head Doctor, do you think we could go to the Arts and Crafts room later today? Severus might like some of the things in there. I'd like to get some of that faerie glitter if you don't mind."

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At this point, Aidou didn't care if D wandered away. Now that his one good meal was wasted - little more than fuel for his body to try and heal his injury as swiftly as possible - Aidou was pretty much expecting the sky to come down on his head. It was turning out to be that sort of day.

Aidou stopped once he was a comfortable distance into the hallway, his steps starting to waver ever so slightly. He put his uninjured shoulder to the wall. Just for a second... D wasn't the only one tired for no good reason. Well, Aidou did have a reason, many reasons: mostly they involved little sleep and an unexplained power repression. Not to mention unthinkingly attacking a monster of unknown origin, when he could have just let D get hit.

It felt like burnout, but more aggravating. It was only obstinacy that kept Aidou from spreading out on the ground and whining his face off. In another time and place, maybe.

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Something told Luke that he really shouldn't have followed Masaru. It was that little voice, the little voice that told you not to touch that button, or pull that lever, or use that Fonic Arte when Tear was trying to sing a Hymn and possibly interrupt and doom your party to a loss, but Luke was still uncertain of this place. He had but a few newfound friends to place his trust in, and Luke knew that he couldn't go alone.

That said, Masaru looked so confident in knowing where the Sun Room was that Luke didn't think he could possibly be wrong. So Luke followed, like a good sheep, to the door that Masaru was leading them too.

Opening it, Luke was expecting to see Larsa and That One Girl, awaiting them with news of what would happen next. Instead, he was greeted by darkness. His eyes eventually adjusted to the weak moonlight to show a field.

"Uh, Masaru? Are you sure this is the Sun Room...?" Luke asked, sounding very worried. Now that he thought about it, that shed in the corner seemed kind of... familiar...

... Because this was the same field that they were in just hours ago!

"MASARU! I THOUGHT YOU KNEW WHERE YOU WERE GOING!!!"

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Recluse turned the corner from his cell block's hallway and headed for the door out. He knew what the man he would be fighting looked like, but he didn't know which room he was in. He'd just have to get to the intersection leading to the Sun Room to head the man off.

He wasn't planning on killing the man, just making his life extremely unpleasant.

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The intercom jingle rang out both inside and outside the institute on speakers loud enough to broadcast clearly across the recreational field.

"It's been a busy day, hasn't it? Well, fortunately for all of us, it's nearly over, and we can all look forward to some rejuvenating shut-eye--that is, after dinner, of course."

The Head Doctor chuckled.

"Supper for tonight is going to consist of individual servings of chicken pot pie, with mashed potatoes and peas as sides. You may ask your nurse about the usual selection of drinks, and... Oh! Some of you might find that you have some new guests in your rooms belonging to... Group 5, I believe...? Please see to it that our new patients spend their first night at Landel's Institute as peacefully as possible!"

He paused, then added:

"Oh, and Nurse Hondor? Could you please report to my office? Thank you."

The intercom clicked off.

[ OOC: Remember how dinner shift works--everyone posts to this post with individual threads for each room. New characters waking up during this shift will do so in their respective threads, though if your roommate's player is unable to play with you during your intro, feel free to work something out so that your roommate is taking a nap or something. XD; ]

Not wanting to be dragged along on whatever Mission of Annoyance Schuldig had planned for himself at lunch, Farfarello instead headed straight into the cafeteria, alone.

The tranquil haze of the drugs was fading and the thought of being stuck in a room with dozens and dozens of strangers was starting to make the hair on the back of Farfarello's neck stand on end. He'd spent the last year and change mostly in solitary confinement, except for visits from Schuldig and the times he was let out for missions, and being expected to sit calmly and have his lunch while surrounded by potential threats was not something the Irishman wanted to deal with; unfortunately, he had no choice, so at least he could get there early and find a table close to a wall.

Much to Farfarello's surprise he was not only early, but the earliest patient to arrive in the cafeteria. He almost expected to find rank, disgusting food, as a result--if patients were so reluctant to come to lunch, surely there was a reason--but instead was reasonably pleased by what he found. Two sloppy joes and a token piece of fruit later, Farfarello retreated towards the tables, only to find that not one of them was isolated enough for him. So, he grabbed a chair, dragged it into a corner, and sat down with his back to the wall and his tray balanced on his lap.

He would get through lunch without getting sedated again, no matter what it took.

The intercom clicked on amongst some of the more heated doctor-patient arguments.

"That was a long shift, hmm? Good thing that it's already time for lunch! Today, we'll be serving sloppy joes on wheat or white hamburger buns, along with fries or potato chips on the side. Sounds, fun! We'll also be serving all our normal drinks, along with a salad bar that will also offer fresh fruit along with the normal lettuce and carrot fare!"

He paused. These announcements were repetitive, tedious, and it was a wonder in and of itself that he managed to sound so cheery-even falsely--as he made every one of them.

"Hm... Ah, yes, that's right! Nurses, it's time for the new patients in Group Three to be introduced to their new peers. If you'd so kindly attend to them...? Thank you!"

The intercom clicked off quicker than it usually did, but then again, perhaps the usual length of the announcements was a testament to how thorough a person the Head Doctor was.