Endrance turned his head to look at the intercom, giving it a look that would wither an entire rose garden in an instant. He would never get used to ending up in his room again from somewhere else in the Institute.

He brushed his bangs out of his eyes, not sitting up just yet. He could tell already that his torso had been heavily bandaged, even more so than it had been the night before. The cuts on his arms were covered with fresh bandages, and the one on his cheek seemed to no longer be there at all.

Endrance had been expecting to wake up in a lot of pain, but even that seemed numbed. "They must have given me something," he murmured quietly, as he slowly sat up.

At that moment, his nurse came to get him, pushing a wheelchair along with her. "Peyton, dear, good morning. I've come to take you to breakfast, so..." He shook his head. "I'm fine. There's no need for that...I can walk perfectly well."

She sighed. Well, if he insisted, she wasn't going to stop him. She motioned for an orderly to take the chair away, and walked him to the cafeteria. Once they had gotten there, she pointed him toward a seat, then set a full tray of pancakes covered with syrup, a bowl of fruit, and a glass of orange juice in front of him. "Now eat all of that, Peyton, or else you won't be strong enough to keep walking like that."

He glared at her back as she walked away, then stopped suddenly. There was that faint pulse he'd felt the night before...it was exactly the same.

And so he completely ignored his food in favor of staring at the cafeteria doors, looking at every patient that came in.

[thread will be closed to Haseo. ♥]

Tyler waited until the lights went out to retrieve the clothing he'd discovered last night in patient possessions. If he and Reid were going to try and levitate over the wall tonight, he wanted to dress in something a little bit more suitable than demented smiley pajamas.

Changing quickly and silently, Tyler grabbed his flashlight and radio - securing the latter on his belt - and stuffed the roll of pens and his extra batteries in his pocket before heading out the door. Reid was supposed to be meeting him out on the recreational field and Tyler didn't want to keep him waiting.

[Going here.]

So the nurse had smiled and bustled over at Alkaid after breakfast, and said it was her turn to go to the greenhouse. In fact, it was all the ladies' turn at the greenhouse, and that people were heading there right now.

Which made Alkaid blanch. Like hell she was going to stand around potting plants for an hour or more. She didn't feel very up to standing on her feet in the first place, seeing as she was still kind of dizzy from last night's encounter. So she searched her mind for some lame excuse she could give to prevent her from going out there into the heat.

"Uhh," she started, trying to come up with some good bullshit. "I, uh.. don't feel good, so. If there's any chance that I could, you know, stay inside, I think that'd be much better for my constitution. A .. uh, nap, maybe?" Alkaid rubbed at her bandaged neck, trying to garner some form of sympathy from the stupid woman who she'd never stop thinking of as an NPC.

Alkaid was a terrible actress. She knew this. She couldn't even hide her true feelings in a video game, but somehow (joy of joys) the NPC took pity on her, pausing in the Sun Room. "All right, hon, you can take a nap here."

Heh. Score. Like she was told, she made her way over to one of the couches and sprawled out on it, feigning sleep until she was sure the nurse was gone to escort some other patient somewhere else. Then she hopped right back up, ripping the bandage from her neck. (The dark toothmarks would blend in with her tattoos, right? And she didn't want proof of last night's injury to be that noticeable.) Then she walked around a little, finally edging over to the bulletin board, hands on her hips.

What have we here?

[waiting for some silver-haired rpg protagonist]

Renamon blinked, and suddenly she was laying flat in the bed she had originally woke up in. The timing was impeccable, accenting Orihime's explanation perfectly. She just hoped that she hadn't freaked the girl out with her little disappearing act. She quickly shifted out of bed, and grabbed the journal she had wrote notes in last night, and jotted down another page. No sooner did she finish did her ever-so-friendly nurse come to collect her. Renamon didn't respond to the nurse's excited talk of making friends and breakfast, and simply followed her, journal in hand.

She paused at the Sunroom to leave a message on the Bulletin Board to Toboe. Hopefully the wolf had simply gotten lost, and wasn't truly gone. On the other hand, maybe she should be hoping that the boy had found a way out, and a way home. No use overly worrying about it now.

She continued to the Cafeteria, only pausing to take a plain muffin and water. It seemed she was early. She sat at a table near the wall, scanning over her notes and waiting for her breakfast date.

[Waiting for Kairi and Sora]

[From here]

Tyki stepped into the hallway outside of the patient block, sweeping the beam of his flashlight around. As far as he could see, the hallway was completely empty. Not that the Noah minded; he was busy right now and any distractions would be way too bothersome.

After a moment of debating which direction to take, he opted for taking the nearest door; the one he knew that would lead to the next hallway thanks to his experience during the day.

[To here]

[from here]

The cool night breeze greeted Archer as he stepped outside. Breathing in the fresh air, Archer felt thankful that he remembered to wear his sweater; it was chilly tonight. He swept his flashlight across the open field, searching for enemies and the activities shed.

"Bingo," Archer said softly, spotting his goal in the distance. "Come on, let's go pick up some supplies."

He began slowly moving towards the shed, making sure his partner kept up with him. Well, that and to make sure Brook didn't run.

[From here.]

The Colonel found it tempting to check on his Majesty before he continued on his way to Roy’s room, but with Guy having been roomed nearby he really saw no use in further tangling himself in trifling matters. Of course, that wasn’t to say that he was completely comfortable with the idea, but he had a strict schedule he needed to follow to keep a lasting impression.

But this also brought up the point of a head count. It was true that he’d been relatively lax with attendance, yet he knew that they were all due for a gathering – at least on the bulletin – any day now.

Jade sighed as he pressed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose before continuing along his way.

[To here.]

The lights went out, and Edgeworth prepared for the excursion at hand. He put on his coat, slipped several fresh scalpels into his left pocket, and put the scalpels for Claude in the right pocket. He tucked his notebook and a pen into the left inner pocket of his coat and took the pillowcases off his bed, folding them neatly and putting them into the right inner pocket.

Edgeworth paused for just a moment, listening to the intercom announcement. What are you playing at, Landel? If I weren't on a mission tonight, I might explore, but the mission comes first. With that, he briefly scanned the first floor map - the layout was fast becoming familiar, but he wanted to be doubly sure of where he would be going.

He took the extra batteries from the desk drawer and put them into the pocket containing the scalpels, took his radio, and took the flashlight.

There. That should do it.

He stepped out into the hallway, keeping an eye out for the person he was supposed to be meeting.

[From here.]

Meandering about like this was really just a waste of his time, but Sync strove forward anyway with that same bored expression as he made his way into the next area.

It was true that he wanted to explore outside and examine any weak spots for escape, yet it wasn’t on the top of his list of things to do. No, instead he was more curious about what ludicrous lives the staff plastered on top of them. The God-General was used to shadowing his own identity, so it was interesting from his point to see what they’ve managed to conjure up in their spare time.

Call it an acquired taste.

He followed the wall from the time he entered the room, allowing the tips of his fingers to run along the surface before he exited into another hallway.

[To here.]

Sync slipped out of his room without a sound, pressing up against the wall as he listened for anything within the hallway. Even after what he’d read on the bulletin the God-General couldn’t afford to make stupid mistakes, treading cautiously until he was absolutely sure that nothing else was lingering there alongside him.

He made quick work with the distance between himself and the door, being mindful of the other patient rooms incase one of them swung open without warning. He’d slipped his notebook into the waistband of his pants, already knowing what his route was for the night. Sync was also tempted to make a stop at the Chapel at some point, but it was low priority for now.

Taking one last look behind him, the God-General pushed through the door and slipped into the next hall.

[To here.]

[[From here]]
It didn't take long for Yuuhi to hobble through the darkened hallway toward the main hall.  He'd left as soon as he'd heard the door unlock and just kept going, quickly as he could, fear and anxiety driving him on.  Much as he was afraid of what Sakura might know, it was even worse not knowing at all.

His flashlight bounced shakily in his free hand as he walked, scanning the hallway.  There usually weren't any beasties out this early in the night, but he wasn't about to take any chances.  In his current state, he was probably easy prey for whatever might be lurking, which wasn't exactly a comforting thought.  He put it aside, instead concentrating on getting down the hall and to where the princess was waiting.

The intercom clicked on and the Head Doctor spoke with his usual fervor.

"Good evening, patients and staff! I am pleased to announce that the arrival of nearly all of our new patients will conclude this shift. In addition, we have a very delicious dinner in store for you: carved Turkey with a side of mashed potatoes and steamed, seasoned vegetables. For drinks, we have our usual assortment available, and as a dessert included with your dinner, we will be serving a slice of warm apple pie with each meal.

"I trust that those of you enjoying the company of new roommates will give them a warm Landel's welcome, and I also hope that those of you who participated in therapy today were able to find a productive time with their doctors.

"That's all for now! Enjoy dinner, everyone!"

The intercom clicked off again.

[ Please respond to this post with all dinner shift threads between roommate, putting your character's respective room in the subject line. While we have none scheduled for this shift at this time: all introduction posts for this shift's group of new characters should be made in response to this post; the introduction may then continue on to be a regular roommate thread. ]

It had been so sudden, though welcome, when the announcement had said they could go to the Music Room! Brook was at least ten steps ahead of his nurse, too excited for words. What would there be?! He should be able to find that strange piano thing Luffy had mentioned, right?! "Here, it's here, isn't it?" like an excited child, he pointed into the room while waving at the nurse behind him.

"Yes, yes, you're welcome to go in, Mr. Rousseau," she breathed allowing him to go ahead in. There were already others in there, and she was running out of the energy to deal with him.

"Yohohoho!" Brook sailed in with a high laugh, then stopped dead and looked round. No, no violins, just like Luffy'd said. Not even another member of the string family. As for the piano... there was indeed something that looked similar, only far smaller. And on a stand! Whatever it was, it certainly hadn't been around when he'd been alive, but he could still pick it out as piano-like. Perhaps it had the same notes as well?! He went over and had a seat, carefully trying out the Middle C and finding it to be perfect! Not the exact same sound of a piano, but enough of a mimic. He could work with this!

But what to play?! Ah, what else?! Setting his fingers to the keys (what a feeling it was with skin again?!), he started playing out a softer version of "Bink's Sake", wondering if anyone else may recognize the tune. There had to be other pirates around here, right?

Sanosuke hadn't quite been ready to part ways from Kenshin, but his nurse was insistent, and she was offering food. That second thing was what really got Sano off the couch and headed to the cafeteria. And at the very least, the thing about Okita had been settled, which meant the fighter could focus on his meal.

That may or may not have been a good thing, though.

What the hell was it with these people and their obsession with flat folding things to eat with? Sanosuke had thought that western countries could at least figure out chopsticks at some point. Simple, easy, uncomplicated, glorious chopsticks. But no, instead it was all weird bread things that randomly exploded all over Sanosuke without it being his fault whatsoever. And orange rice, which was just impossible to forgive, but thankfully had yet to reappear.

And as if that hadn't been bad enough, now the weird flat bread things weren't even round anymore. No, Sanosuke was left with some odd triangle shape, peppers that smelled a lot hotter than the kinds he was used to, and this sort of dust that Pinky called cheese, and promised would be good if Sanosuke just tried it.

Which Sano had heard before, plenty of times. Oh yes, he could count the number pretty easily, when Jo-chan tried her hand at some new recipe, some old recipe, or some recipe so simple that even Sanosuke could make it in his sleep, all of which she promised would be good this time, and none of which actually were.

Never stopped Sanosuke from eating them though. Free food was free food.

And dust or no, he'd eat this stuff too. The man had already decided to by the time he'd gotten to his seat. Between the smell and the rumbling in his stomach, Sano didn't figure he had much choice. He would just have to take his time, figure out the best way to go about eating it without getting the stuff all over his face again.

Simple. Had to be.

[Waiting for Zuko?]

[From here.]

Stairs, stairs, stairs, Weren't they annoying? Kadaj's impatience made it difficult for him not to hate them, but thankfully, he wouldn't need to be stuck on them for long. The second floor wasn't that far away, so once he got past them, he could literally and figuratively get over the damn things. Their fault for impeding him anyway.

[To here.]

[From here]

After all of the painfully bright light he had been subjected to throughout the day, the pitch black halls of this place at night were a blessing. Recluse kept moving, far more silently than anyone would expect for such a large man. This shouldn't take long.

[To here]

[[from here]]

The hallway looked terribly long and empty when he stepped out.  The night had just barely begun and already he could feel a slight tremor in his hand.  He steadied it and began walking down the hall, toward the next, reminding himself that the more he lingered, the greater the chance that he'd run into someone he knew.  It was best to hurry.  The file room was on the other side of the building, so it would take a little while just to reach it.  He spotted a few other lights further down the hall and quickened his pace.

[[to here]]

[From here]

Homura had to pause for a moment when he came to the main hall, just long enough to grit his teeth against the pain. His eyes were never still, however, his guard never lowered as he lingered. One minute, two, then onward, refusing to delay any longer than absolutely necessary.

He hated being this way.

[To here]

Yuuhi sat up from his bed when the doors unlocked.  Dinner had passed harmlessly enough, despite the angry glares he'd been given by Kuro.  And when it came to his plans for the evening, once again, he was indecisive.  He might've gone with Inoue, but she was already meeting with Rukia and Ururu, so he knew she'd be much safer than she'd be around him.  He'd pestered Rukia this morning, but hoped to stay clear of the shinigami if at all possible.  This morning had been a fluke.  He'd make sure it didn't happen again. 

He hurriedly picked up his flashlight and pressed his hand against the door.  Kuro already knew where his room was so it was pointless to stay.  He wasn't ready to face the man again, not after their earlier conversation.  It was better that he go by himself. 

There had been plenty of maps posted on the bulletin board earlier today and only one place really stuck out in his mind.  There was some kind of file storage on the second floor.  If it had information on Robin, the one he was supposed to be, it might get him one step closer to leaving this place.

[[to here]]

The cafeteria was all but empty when Zelnick got there. He was a little disappointed; he had gotten the impression that patients usually ate dinner in their rooms, so he hadn't arranged to meet anyone, and there really wasn't anyone to sit by and engage in conversation yet.

Quietly, he collected dinner and a big glass of orange juice, and chose a seat near the food-serving counters. Talking for so long had made him thirsty... and, well, fruit juice was a luxury he had missed.

[Stalk away, my dearest Admiral. <3 ]