It was troubling, how after only a day this was starting to feel routine.

He barely picked at dinner. The fish was... okay, sort of. The vegetables... also okay, sort of. Which was fine. He'd eaten his fill at lunch, and he didn't want to be slowed down by a stomach full of food.

Then back to the cell. Gather the equipment - such as it was - for the night. Pens, flashlight, radio, note sheets for the map. Off with the shoes. Then he waited, eyes half closed, for the door to open again.

It did, far too soon.

Renji was aware that he had the furthest to go, and night was a limited time to get things done. He ran from the room, his feet all but soundless, and headed down the hallway.

Ichigo was only too eager to leave the cafeteria and its fresh memories behind when the softened chime of the intercome rang clear. What had begun as another ordinary meal, a rather agreeable one despite the lack of the proper utensils, quickly became somewhat unnerving. His conversation with...what was his name again?...took so many sharp turns, he should've felt dizzy. It was easy to feel a little sorry for the guy, though; surrounded by stangers in a very strange place, it was hard to blame him for being so alarmed.

The Sun Room occurred as a more enjoyable choice to spend the time; he had nothing against music, but something about being surrounded by some of the most unruly characters he'd ever met, each of them armed with cacophonous weaponry, didn't sound smart. Once his nurse departed, the young man picked out a cozy little spot near a flood of sunshine and settled in, cradling his head in the palms of his hands. There, he stared up almost bitterly at the ceiling with sharply focused eyes, still exuding the same unapproachable sense of being as ever.

The room was warm, even a little comforting, for any of the tired, weary masses found in Landel's halls, or even those who just craved a little peace and quiet. All he could hear, from end of the room, were soft footfalls and hushed voices. That sounded just fine to the 'berry head.

The sun rose as it always did--over peaks of mountains and the valley between. Light washed through the windows and over the floors of Landel's Institute, and it seemed to be in good spirits that the Head Doctor clicked on the intercom and said his piece.

"Good morning, patients, nurses, doctors! Another day has arrived, and with it, new resolutions, new actions, new ways in which to improve oneself for the rest of the world. I know one promise I want to partake in is to make sure our new patients feel as welcome as they possibly can. Of course, by 'new patients,' I mean Adam Nakamura, Christopher Maxwell, Gary Sanders, Leon Flowers, and Roland Langley, who I'm sure will all make great additions to our roster."

A shuffle of paper, then a relieved sigh.

"Ah, yes, the menu for today! Breakfast will consist of french toast this time, which of course can come with either butter, syrup, or both! As far as sides, we have scrambled eggs, bacon or sausage, regular toast, and for our vegetarians, a fruit platter or a variety of cold cereal. Drinks include orange juice, milk, water, and a new addition of cranberry juice for those of you who want a kick in the morning!"

He had perhaps toed the line with that last bit, and cleared his throat in a bad cover-up.

"Also, a reminder for anyone who hasn't taken a look at the weekly schedule--which is posted up for convenience on the bulletin board--tomorrow is Sunday, which means that it will be a busy day indeed! For those of you who believe that Sunday is a day of worship, service will be taking place in the upstairs chapel, which you are very welcome to attend if you ask your nurses to escort you there. For those of you who aren't comfortable with that, you're perfectly welcome to relax down in the Sun Room. And what of breakfast? Why--you don't get breakfast or lunch on Sunday!"

The Head Doctor paused, as if he had expected his claim to evoke some form of indignation.

"....Because you get an all-you-can-eat brunch on Sunday! Yes, yes, Sunday is wonderful, especially because it is in the later two Sunday shifts that your loved ones are allowed to visit you here at the Institute, and those of you who don't have visitors are free to roam within our patient-safe portion of the premises."

The Head Doctor took a breath from his long and overenthusiastic rambling, then continued.

"I believe that is all! Enjoy the weekend, everybody!"

The intercom clicked off.