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Day 55: Cafeteria

Mar 09, 2011 12:03

leela, kirk, s.t., klavier, japan, tsubaki, badd, anise, minato, the doctor, sam winchester, firo, goku (dragonball), taura, dexter, franziska, claire bennet, kinomoto sakura, peter parker, snow, lunge, lana skye, ruby, mello, soren, brainiac 5, the flash, roxas, albedo, stefan, peter petrelli, mele, damon, two-face, ritsuka, lion, rapunzel, erika, edgar, canada, the scarecrow, sync, matt, maya, zevran, battler, spock, zack, kratos, l, shinji, kenshin, bella, scott pilgrim, gumshoe, ax, claire littleton, sora, gren, prussia, claude, renamon, guybrush, dean winchester, byrne, guy, kairi, venom, nigredo, ilia, kibitoshin, lightning, rita, alaric, yue, sasuke, aidou, claire stanfield, edward cullen, kaworu, mccoy

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bitpartgod March 9 2011, 20:07:50 UTC

Kibitoshin opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. Everything hurt- or that was the way it seemed to the Kaioshin, at least, lying heavily with the dull, sensitive throb of pain spreading from the tips of his toes up through his neck. He’d thought he’d only have to deal with the pain of his injuries, which as he could now see had been carefully bandaged, both leg and arm; he’d entirely forgotten about how tiring healing could be, even the next day.

What he wasn’t expecting was for the door to swing open a few seconds later, and for a tall, broad-shouldered, stern-faced man to sweep him and start barking orders at him. M-more soldiers? Still?! As if things couldn’t get any worse ( ... )

iwhipthefool March 10 2011, 01:36:12 UTC

Franziska woke with a start and shot up in bed, clutching at her chest as she struggled to breathe. What had just happened?! One moment she'd been in the hallway, facing off against a giant rat clinging to that redheaded fool's arm and now....? The room was silent save for her roommate's breathing and a metallic tinkle from around her neck. Moving her hands away, Franziska found herself in strange clothes - clothes that reminded her of some sort of military prep school - with a cheap ball chain around her neck that sported dogtags. She barely had time to look at what it said (Wilhelmina von Richter, B Class, 20120101F) before the door opened and a woman wearing the same military uniform from the previous day came in.

"Out of bed. Get your boots and hat on."

The woman's tone was nothing like the nurse's and so Franziska warily complied, lacing the boots up and finding the beret (How tasteless. She was not one for this sort of attire.) on the dresser by the bed. So this was the result of Landel being kicked out, was it? Were ( ... )

bitpartgod March 10 2011, 10:03:28 UTC

Given the mood he was on the verge of being in, Kibitoshin hadn't been entirely sure he wanted to be near anyone. He wasn't actually very sure of how to deal with being in a bad mood when there were so many people around; his world had only ever been made up of five people at most, which generally meant he got all the space he could ever want without ever even having to ask for it. Was that the way it was done? You asked to be left alone? Or was it more like a warning?

At any rate, that probably wasn't going to be very effective here- and it certainly wasn't going to work at all on the person who eventually turned up to scrub next to him. The first thing he noticed was the voice, and then, just in case there was any doubt, the fool thrown on the end ( ... )

iwhipthefool March 10 2011, 11:49:49 UTC

He turned around and did as he was told and Franziska felt a bit of her own control coming back. The soldiers were infinitely more difficult to boss around and so much more sure of themselves which was admittedly a little intimidating for her. She was, after all, still considered a child in the eyes of the law, even if she was a feared prosecutor and a terror on the battlefield. The soldiers here had no inkling of who she was and a journal or even a whip was ineffectual when confronted with a pistol or rifle. And though Franziska hated to admit it, she was still afraid of being shot. After all this time, the sight of one still made her blood run cold ( ... )

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herr_inspektor March 9 2011, 20:22:17 UTC

Inspector Lunge was already awake and sitting on his bed when the soldier walked in. So that was General Aguilar: no pomp, no show, cut straight to the point as if with a scalpel. Yes, that was about right, clinical and dry and with a real sense of purpose, of an end, yet there was an edge of emotion to it, though one quite unlike any that Landel had chosen to display. Disappointment, faint disgust. Not quite so clinical after all, but hardly the emotional, scripted act he was used to hearing. And the feeling that had come with it, of the hairs on the back of his neck prickling, as though suddenly his every move was being monitored. You’re sharp, aren’t you, Aguilar? You want all of this under complete control- not necessarily for the thrill of it, but for the sheer damn efficiency.

Fascinating. Such change. Such focus.

Lunge would have just loved to meet him personally.

Rats trapped in a maze. He’d used that expression himself countless times before, but it was a surprise to hear it from the speakers. So they weren’t simply lab- ( ... )

girlsandgadgets March 10 2011, 09:36:09 UTC

The morning arrived without its usual greeting, the announcement just as night faded the only warning for the patients of what was now Aguilar's institute. As soon as he was awake enough to be aware of his surroundings, Edgar felt something was off- it was most likely the collar of his shirt, which was not only buttoned all the way to the top, but had buttons on it in the first place. He sat up, pulling the sheets from him: his entire outfit had been changed. Gone were the smiley shirts and loose pants, replaced with a blue top and black pants, complete with belt. In his lap- it had apparently been on his chest- was a beret and a set of tags.
Edward March
C Class
53180080M
There was barely time to raise an eyebrow to the changes before soldiers marched into the room. Apparently, Aguilar wasn't bluffing: his changes were being instated immediately. His words from the end of the night were of interest, as they confirmed he did indeed know of what was going on at Landel's- not only knew, but was in on it in some way. From the sound ( ... )

herr_inspektor March 10 2011, 19:39:49 UTC

Lunge had only been scrubbing- mildly and rather ineffectually, but then he didn't particularly see the point in trying especially hard, so long as he was doing something- when someone came to kneel down nearby. Young, male, blond; though he was reminded of Howl, the man wasn't anyone he recognised according to his database ( ... )

girlsandgadgets March 11 2011, 08:59:34 UTC

Edgar squeezed some of the excess water from his sponge, quickly realizing he had too much in it. Cleaning was one of those areas where the king was admittedly ill-practiced. The maids were a comfort of home he missed during his travels, but especially now that he was imprisoned: they not only did a fine job of straightening his messes, but they were far more attractive than the majority of the nursing staff. There was no reason to even compare them to the soldiers that now loomed in every room.

"At least he seems more direct than Landel," Edgar replied, a little surprised the other man had answered him at all. He'd expected no one to be in the mood for chit-chat. "I can't say I approve of his methods any more than those of the Head Doctor, however."

He halted his work for a moment to give a proper greeting. "Forgive my manners. I'm Edgar."

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fuzzy_diablo March 9 2011, 20:50:45 UTC

Kurt felt like he had been hit with a bag full of rocks. Which he knew he hadn't been--he'd been asleep nearly all day. But the intercom kept going off, it was clear something had been going on the past day and probably night. More reason for Kurt to just not get involved. If there were riots going on again, he didn't want to be punished for just getting caught up in it.

But sleeping all day and night hadn't served him very well either. On waking, it felt like he had slept on his neck or slept on a tree branch again. And it felt like he couldn't move for a few, sleepy moments.

When it finally started to bother him, Kurt sat up in bed, almost choking. He had a collared shirt on. A dress shirt. The last time he'd worn a dress shirt, he had been at the Prom with Amanda. Was Landel throwing a prom ( ... )

see_my_back March 10 2011, 15:28:16 UTC

Sakura woke groggily, feeling a bit like she'd slept in her clothes. Her collar felt tighter than usual and-

Huh. Different clothing? She tried not to think about how it'd gotten there and why they couldn't just let the patients dress themselves, no matter whatever it was they'd decided to make them wear this time? Some of her outfits back home had tighter collars, but not many that buttoned up like this. Not that it mattered so much, it was just kind of strange after the lazy pajama style they'd been wearing for the last couple weeks.

As much as she would like to complain that last night was horrible, awful, and a waste of time... it actually hadn't been half bad. Despite her terrible luck they'd gotten to the basement, accomplished their goal, and she'd spent the majority of the evening only inches away from Sasuke. Even if she did sprain her ankle, that was a pretty good night.

What did bother her though, was the fact that everything; her weapons, her old clothes, the items she'd gotten from Renamon, it was all gone. ( ... )

fuzzy_diablo March 10 2011, 18:27:02 UTC

Kurt frowned and started scrubbing even harder at the grease spot, hoping that it would decide to come out soon. But this wasn't anything like washing and waxing and detailing the X-Jet. First, if he scratched the wall, Logan wouldn't absolutely murder him. He'd probably pat Kurt on the back for it, if he were still here ( ... )

see_my_back March 11 2011, 07:23:10 UTC

Even if he said that, the barely-there smile he gave was enough to leave a sour feeling in her stomach. Though whatever tactics they decided to use, she was going to direct her anger toward the people that'd put them here, not the other patients. Kakashi-sensei had done worse before with his stupid mind games. In fact-

Screw this! If Kakashi-sensei had taught them nothing else, it was that friendship and teamwork were a hell of a lot more important than making an example of someone or getting in trouble or whatever else they tried to pull.

"Doesn't mean it's right for the rest of you to pay for it," she returned, though with how closely the guards were eying everyone, it didn't look like she'd be able to get away with much. If she had her chakra, it would be a different story, but...

"Let me help?" she tried, lowering her voice a few levels.

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osakapwnzu March 9 2011, 20:52:14 UTC

Heiji had been awake all night, sitting on his bed, staring at the floor--like he had for most of the day. Unmoving, unblinking, eyes narrowed.

Shinichi and Kaito were both gone, gone the same day even. They'd either given in or been taken by Landel or that monster, and now he was on his own. And the only thing that kept rolling around in his head was: 'I never told them why.He'd never admit to anyone that when he'd first found out, he'd cried and beat the walls and torn his sheet in half. The rest of the staff was probably too busy with whatever hell was going on outside of his room, so no one came. And he hoped no one would, because he couldn't promise he wouldn't knock the jaw off of whatever thing came through his door next. But this morning, the initial screaming rage had worn off, and now he was just simmering. Waiting for an excuse to boil over. He almost got it when some damn soldier came into his room instead of a nurse--good, an explanation for why he was dressed like a policeman. He stood up when they came into ( ... )

vsyourface March 10 2011, 11:35:47 UTC

Are you sure you want to win? (Y/N)

. . . (Y)?

. . .

You Win!

You scored 793 out of 800 points

The Secret of Landel Island

Featuring Spiffy as the dog in the bar . . .As the credit roll played in the back of his half-awake head, Scott groaned. If "winning" meant having punched Guybrush in the face repeatedly, including once with a couch, he was pretty sure he didn't want to have won. And yet he had, apprently. It was only some kind of miracle that had prevented him from "winning" against anyone else last night. Those poor guys he had chased off. Oh god. Scott almost cursed Landel's name before he realized that he had forgotten what name he was actually supposed to be cursing now ( ... )

vsyourface March 10 2011, 11:40:36 UTC

They were all marched to the cafeteria, but no food smell greeted them there. Scott didn't think his stomach could sink any lower, but it did when he saw cleaning supplies in the middle of the room. No doubt punishment for yesterday, and the lady barking instructions seemed to be confirming that.

Just as he was resigning himself to his scrubbity fate, however, the officer added, "Those who have participated in yesterday's insubordination, however, do not get to help."

Scott's head snapped up. "Wait, what?"

The first thought that came to Scott's head was from his slacker brain: Score! I don't have to do woooork! I don't have to do woooork!

It wasn't long, however, before the more decent part of him took back the reins of control and forced him to be properly horrified at the implications of that. Everyone was going to be looking at him now. Everyone. They were going to be scrubbing their asses off and shooting him death glares and knowing exactly who to lynch come this nightshift. Why is my suffering never enough for you people ( ... )

osakapwnzu March 10 2011, 17:25:01 UTC

Heiji had been vaguely aware of someone moving into his area, but he didn't really pay it any notice until they started talking to him. Apparently someone had a thing for listening to the tortured cries of those damned to scrubbing floors.

"Look," Heiji said sharply--he wasn't in the best of moods, for obvious reasons. He tossed the brush back into the bucket. "You guys wanna start a riot when I'm asleep, fine. If Frau McBotox wants t'make th'people who tried t'stay outta it clean and try t'divide us, whatever. But don' stand there n' tell me you'd switch places with me n' sound all regretful, 'cause there's somethin' bigger goin' on than jus' scrubbin' this place spotless while y'guys watch."

Heiji stood up with the bucket, looking at the other young man. He looked familiar, but Heiji was more drawn to his hat. There was a pin on it--was there one on his own? He really hadn't checked.

"If anythin'," he said, carting the bucket over to exchange it for a clean one. His had turned sort of brown-purple. "I'm livid that one day ( ... )

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sdatislife March 9 2011, 20:54:30 UTC

Well, Shinji hadn't planned on doing that much sleeping anyway. The very sudden, very swift change from yesterday was a complete surprise to him - but he wasn't about to object to soldiers who looked like they meant business. He'd hastily put on the new uniform they'd provided for him (this all felt like another dream). He even had a little pin on his cap - "SC", whatever that meant. The uniform felt a bit too tight, a bit too constricting ( ... )

foolishmessiah March 9 2011, 21:12:37 UTC

While he wasn't exactly unfamiliar with rude awakenings (several midnight conversations with Pharos saw to that), Minato never liked that feeling of being dragged out of bed; he enjoyed his sleep, and would stay put as long as possible if he happened to have nothing to do for the day.

Today wasn't one of those days. He heard the clamor in the corridors before he was out of bed, and he stiffly sat up and looked around his room. By now, the fading of night only to awaken back in his room was not disconcerting, and he was able to tell that something was different.

My clothes? His brows knitted together in confusion as he pushed his blanket off, gray eyes taking in the very different uniform he was wearing. Someone had literally changed his clothes between him falling asleep and waking up, trading the familiar (if disliked) smiley-faced shirt for a long-sleeved shirt. The trousers and belt he also wore reminded him somewhat of his school uniform, and he shifted in bed to get a better look around. To the side of his bed was a pair of ( ... )

sdatislife March 9 2011, 21:25:39 UTC

[[OOC: Slight correction - pin on Shinj should be MU not SC. Herp.]]For a few minutes Shinji worked in sullen silence. He hated this. He hated himself for giving in so easily. He didn't really complain about the hunger - his appetite probably wouldn't be that great anyway. Mostly he just felt tired - the same dull exhaustion that had been dogging him for a long, long time. He scrubbed at a particular tile over and over again, working mechanically, as if he could lose himself in the work. The collar on his shirt was too tight and he wondered if he would get in trouble if he tried to loosen it ( ... )

foolishmessiah March 9 2011, 22:33:25 UTC

Minato scrubbed in one spot to work up a lather; spreading bubbles around would probably make it look like he was working harder than he actually wanted to. He wasn't especially missing breakfast; he hadn't done much the previous night, so he was still functioning well enough without a meal. Two meals, though? That wasn't a pleasant thought ( ... )

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