Peh. "Graduates." Who were they trying to fool? It's not like anyone here believed them, and no one ever visited the institute. What was the point in keeping up this sad little charade? To add to the realism of it? Well, whatever. If they wanted to continue this exercise in futility, that was fine with Porky. All it meant was that they spent more time focusing on the day instead of the night, which was definitely a good thing. Now, who was Porky supposed to meet in the Game Room again? Ah, that's right. Porky didn't know...

No matter. It's not like they would be able to hurt Porky or something in broad daylight. Then again, there were some more...savage patients here. Well, Porky was sure that none of them would be interested in meeting with Porky anyway.

While he waited for his mysterious contact, Porky grabbed a gameboy and started looking for a game to pop in.

...No Zelda, no Mario, no Kirby...What was wrong with Landel? Did he have no taste whatsoever? Porky kept looking for something he had actually heard of before, and eventually settled on...Tetris. How dreadfully boring. Well, no matter. As long as he didn't have to play a board game or something, Porky was content. After turning on the gameboy, Porky merely sat down and played, eagerly anticipating whoever had asked to meet with him.

[For Eva, I think~]

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.

EVA shook the radio a few times, mulling over the broadcast. A demon, a killer of men, hidden, but you'd need to find eggs - ammunition -

She smirked. This radio-man, whoever the hell he was, wanted to help her. He'd hidden a gun somewhere around here! Her hands clenched around an imaginary grip. She would get it.

But first, she decided, she had some personal matters to take care of.

She opened her journal, took out one of the pens, and started to write a letter.

When she was done, she folded it up and slipped it down her shirt for safekeeping.

With her torch in one hand, radio in the other, she got up to leave.

( From here)

Jack rounded the corner from the residence block and headed towards the entry room. If the map was correct, it was across from the sun room, and Jack knew where THAT was, at least. He approached the sun room door, turning to look across the hall.

"What do you know," he remarked, "There IS another door."

He'd never given much thought to what could have been across the way before, as it didn't directly affect his wellbeing. Now, though, he knew it held another path to the outside, preferably one without giant lightning monsters that wanted to eat him. What's the worst that could be running around on the INSIDE of this place? Sadistic psychopaths with swords and the desire to end the Fable's life? He'd taken care of THAT threat. Going out the front door was probably the safest path available.

Whistling an upbeat tune, Jack opened the door to the Entry Room and slid in.

Fully cleaned, both her face and, more importantly, Renji's katana, Momo had made sure she had the belt fashioned of one sheet again as well as the extra sheet and her pillow cases. She hadn't spoken to Integra all of dinner, which was probably for the best.

Hanging her muted flashlight once more from the sheet at her waist, this time Momo wrapped the other sheet diagonally across her chest like sash or bandoleer. The pillowcases were tucked at her waist and once more the shinigami went barefoot, though the thin slippers were added to the pillowcases as she was unsure exactly what terrain she'd encounter at the gardener's shed.

Pens tucked into her hair, Momo heard the doors click open. She cast a brief glance at Integra. "I am sorry for earlier," was all she said to the blonde before she pushed the door open and entered the hall. A sharp look around showed no one else in the hall, so the shinigami headed quickly down the hall.

((here.))

[[From here]]

Recluse peered into the darkness above before starting up the stairs. The fight with that prisoner had relieved a lot of tension. He'd won, and quite decisively. But now wasn't the time to let that blind him.

After all, he had told a pawn of his years ago- "Don't gloat about your victories until you've won the war." Maybe he should heed his own advice.

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; ]