Day 59: Game Room (Fourth Shift)

[razing_phoenix]

Guy's head was still spinning from finding out that his friend was back once again. He realized that he'd done a good job of keeping his cool while explaining everything to Luke, mainly because nothing would have been solved if both of them had been reeling, but

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[toxicspiderman]

First (second, but who was counting) into the game room meant S.T. had his pick. Of the comfy chairs and the video games.

Either technological progress had ground to a halt, or this shit was pretty outdated. It still had a lot more color depth than he was used to, but he was getting the hang of the whole future deal. This stuff had to be ancient by teenager standards, and not old enough for retro.

The fact that he was going to have to wait at least half a decade (best guess) to play Mario Kart again kind of sucked. He booted it up, picked the titular hero, and started coasting down a psychadelic space roller coaster while he waited for someone to join him.

[free! Also, four-player Mario Kart is awesome, so a big thread or two side-by-side two-character threads are welcome]

[chippforprez]

Game Room? Chipp was kind of surprised at the options he had, but since he already saw that Sun Room place, checking out other locations seemed to be a better idea. Then again, he didn't really expect them to have a game for people to screw around in. Wasn't this supposed to be some kind of training course or something? They sure as hell weren't doing a lot of training... Then again, maybe that shit was only done at night.

This place was freaking weird. Chipp tried not to be too grumpy as he looked around, but there didn't seem to be anything of real interest. "Playing" was actually something that Chipp never really did in his life, not because he hated fun, but because he just didn't have time for that anymore. He had to train, he had to get stronger, he had to take down the Guild (sorry, Venom) and become President... who the hell had time to play around

[toxicspiderman]

"Racing or on-wheels cartoon combat arena." The battle mode was more fun, but it worked better with a crowd. He dumped the game back to the title screen, picked the first course, and waited for the other guy to pick a character. He'd stick with Mario. The shitty Eye-talian accent was so fake S.T. could barely figure out what it was supposed to be. Thick wasn't the problem. He heard ones three layers of red sauce and meatballs thicker every day downtown, but this sounded like a ten year old imitating a Prego commercial.

"Sangamon Taylor." He didn't hold out a hand to shake, since both of them were on the controller. "You like video games?"

[chippforprez]

S.T. was going to have to wait awhile, as Chipp wasn't even aware that the other guy was waiting on him to join in on the game. Chipp at least picked up the spare controller, a good start as he stare at the button layout and wondered how the hell someone was supposed to drive around if they didn't have a wheel. What kind of vehicle worked with buttons? Then again, it wasn't like Chipp had been in a car lately...

"Never really played one, so I dunno yet," was Chipp's honest answer to the other man's question. "Chipp Zanuff." He, not being the most polite company, didn't stick out a hand to shake either, though he seemed quite intrigued in the game before them. "So, what do these buttons do?"

Messing around with the buttons apparently did something on the screen: it looked like the character he had accidentally picked was some blonde lady in a frilly pink dress. Wait, what? "Whoa wait wait, what did I do?"

[purpletaint]

He could weigh the events of the day so simply. Troll, troll, cry, (unsure), troll. One--nothing had honestly upset him today. Two--he had been able to play with a few, and despite the pain involved in one interaction, had been able to procure some information for his sibling. Though he was mildly interested as well, now. How exactly had that female came across so much? Was there something about her that required more insight? He would at least do well to keep an eye on her in the meantime.

...Otherwise there was only a short amount of time until night, and in that time, Albedo needed to figure out exactly what his brother had meant. Because what it seemed....

...He didn't know what it seemed. And maybe he shouldn't think about it at all. In any way.

Off-center, he found himself in the game room without notice, and he peered around at the jumble of things. The last time he recalled being in here was.... Ah, let's not, shall we? Today was such a good day, after all. The boy moved further in, bright eyes moving over the tables and

[deadlyjuliet]

Had he honestly just slept the entire day away?

Grell burst from his room, more than a teensy bit upset at having lost an entire day to God only knew what. He barely had time to snatch the beret from his guard before he stalked his way down the hallway. The guard was rushing to catch up, berating "Burnett" for disrespecting dress code, but Grell couldn't find it in himself to care. Instead, the death god waved the beleaguered guard off and adjusted the uniform to his liking - beret and all.

"Just what time is it?" he demanded, using his fingers to finish combing out the tangles in his hair.

"Fourth shift. Game Room or Sun Room," came the curt answer, to which Grell only rolled his eyes.

"And why was I left to sleep all day

[purpletaint]

There was a commotion at the front of the room, a red-haired... The boy's head cocked to the side at the sight. With the long hair and movements, the person was... Female? Though body type....

A red-haired question mark had made their way into the room, basically trapped in there from what Albedo saw. His eyebrows raised fractionally. That, at least, was understood. The being slipped past him, and he watched, half interested. There was something different about this one. In the way of Kaworu, Yomi, others, perhaps. Albedo shifted his weight to face the table next to him, mouth parting in a grin almost ill-suited. Why not continue the game, at least?

He brushed fingertips along the edge of the table, trailing them as he sat opposite. "A horrible day?" He blinked slowly, almost seductively, watching intently. "My. Surely it couldn't have been all that bad?"

[human_sponge]

Well, that had been one of the more interesting intercom announcements that he'd heard. During the day, at least. Peter couldn't help laughing to himself a little as he left the cafeteria, although his concern for Firo hadn't completely left his mind. Still, there was just something funny about overhearing that. It made it clear that maybe some of the people involved in this were more human than they wanted to let on

[autophoenix]

Finding her uncle was kind of second nature at this point. Like Where's Waldo, but with a worse haircut and not such exciting clothes. She picked him out of the game room and smiled when she saw him in front of a checkers board. She headed over, rolling her eyes a little at the announcement that had gone off. As she seated herself across from him, she smiled.

"You'd think eventually they'd get the hang of the press button for on and off idea," she mused with a wry look. She picked up some of the checkers themselves and turned it over in her hands. Figures. Nothing to tell them anything about where they were or when, just standard board games that had been used for at least the past twenty years. Beyond that, she was so far from obligated to know

[human_sponge]

It was only when Claire took a seat across from him that Peter realized that he really hadn't devoted much of his time to worrying about her today. It was usually something that was always at the back of his mind, but it just went to show how busy he'd been trying to get the whole paramedic thing in order. He would have felt bad about it, but he was guessing that Claire would actually be glad to know that he wasn't putting his stomach into knots worrying over her

[autophoenix]

"Surviving. I know, no surprise there; it's what I do best," the way she said it had edges of wry humor. Call her jaded, but she was starting to learn that there wasn't much reason to get all panicked and hysteric about this place. She was the survival master, this place was one big game of it … but, it was never going to get better. For the variances of answers to 'how've you been,' good was never going to be an option in here. The scale was different. Alive was good. If you were dead, no one would be asking you anyway.

"I've just sort of been keeping quiet. Which, believe it or not, has greatly reduced the number of monsters I've encountered." She smiled at that, but shook her head. "I'm sorry." For not seeing him more, and for striving to take this whole thing as far from seriously as possible. He probably didn't share her sentiments there.

"What about you? Your'e all in one piece, that's a nice change. You know, every time I come in here, it's like I keep expecting to see you rocking the wheelchair again."

[poorexample]

Given the chance, Castiel would have preferred to stay in the cafeteria for the remainder of the day so that he could have had the chance to finish a conversation with Sam and Dean. There was never enough time for him to get out all of the words that he needed to, especially since their general lack of knowledge made it even more difficult to explain things. It was as if he'd gone back in time to when he'd still been working for Heaven in regards to their responses, and yet he knew so much more himself

[dual_worlds]

Despite how much he'd exerted himself last night, it appeared Spock's energy levels had mostly returned to normal. He had yet to experience anymore adverse effects. Furthermore, although he had initially wondered if the Jim and Nyota had gone missing, he'd at least heard from both McCoy and the captain today. Nyota, however, had yet to reply to his note.

He would have preferred to check the bulletin board again, but his soldier escort seemed to think it best to place him in the so-called game room for the time being. Unfortunately, due to his lowly "rank" within the confines of the institute, Spock had little say in the matter.

It wouldn't have been much of an issue if someone from the Enterprise crew happened to be in the area, but that didn't appear to be the case. Perhaps the guards considered it prudent to keep them separated. In any case, Spock knew he would need to take the time to look at the board for orders from Kirk before dinner shift. If he was fortunate, his escort would allow it

[poorexample]

The voice that came from his side caused Castiel's thoughts to halt as he glanced over, taking in the face of someone he had clearly never met. The thing that stood out first about the stranger, even more than his pale skin, was the shape of his ears. Clearly not human, unless he suffered from some medical condition that Castiel had never heard of

[dual_worlds]

Spock shifted his position so he could have a better look at the device -- a "Game Boy", as it was apparently called. Unlike humans, he didn't find the sudden questions particularly strange or off-putting. If anything, they lent for a more productive discussion than empty pleasantries.

"I have never used one, either," the Vulcan admitted. Even so, the man was probably correct that it was designed for entertainment purposes. That was, after all, the main function of this particular room. "However, it appears to have a power switch on the side. The screen likely displays a recreational program that must be inserted beforehand."

Privately, Spock wondered whether this man had use for such an item, or if he'd been motivated to pick it up out of curiosity. Perhaps he came from a different time period -- or a different world altogether.

[inconstancy]

[ from here]

In a lot of ways, it was almost better not to think about it. When she thought about it-and inevitably, that was definitely something that had to happen-she knew she'd realize that the sound of Scott's voice wasn't altogether unwelcome. She'd realize that seeing him wasn't a bad thing, either. Scott was part of the problem, but he was never the problem; that was the extent of what she understood right now. It was too soon, and the fact that he was right there made it harder for her to just move on.

But what was moving on, anyway? From Ramona's perspective, it was a concept that was much easier when she was younger. A part of her wished she could have a conversation with younger-Ramona and ask some tips, maybe remember what it was like to drop guys like Matthew or Lucas like they were nothing. It wasn't better, but it sure as hell was easier.

This wasn't an acceptable train of thought. Ramona breathed in and out, and she calmed down. It wasn't like she could actually pull away. Why wasn't clear, but that would probably

[kingdomless]

(hope this is okayyyy.)

When Kairi entered the Game Room, she was in a good mood. After all, she had slept during the day somewhat, and had spoken to Rapunzel about books in the library ... so all in all, a good day. Well, as good of a day as to be expected, of course. After all, it was Landel's.

Looking around the room, the redhead's eyes fell upon a ... girl with blue hair. Kairi's lips pursed as she let out a quiet oooooohhhhh sound, and found herself moving towards the girl with strange hair. She couldn't help it, really; she loved colors, especially when it came to hair color. After all, she had strange colored hair herself (no one else on Destiny Islands had had her hair color, after all. Sora and Selphie were brunettes, Tidus blonde. Wakka and Riku were really the only other two with different colors.) and after speaking to Rapunzel with her super long hair, she couldn't help herself

[inconstancy]

Okay, so maybe it was rude to judge the girl who approached her immediately by how young she was. Was this some kind of all-ages boot camp? Her helper for information hadn't made that all too clear. This whole scenario was still pretty whacked out, and she liked not thinking about it. The girl in front of her wasn't helping. She was pretty young, though, so it was a fair judgment. Ramona didn't like hanging out with teenagers. She barely liked it when she was one

[kingdomless]

Kairi smiled and took a seat across from the girl, nodding her head when she spoke her name. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Ramona. I'm sure you have a lot of questions. I'll help you with anything I can, since I've been here for ... " her shoulders drooped slightly at the admittance. "A very, very long time."

Watching as the girl put the other cards away, Kairi began, trying not to shove it all on Ramona at once. She was used to this kind of thing by now. "You're in a place called Landel's. It ... well, it used to be a mental asylum, but now it's some sort of military base, I believe." she frowned. Truthfully, she missed when the facade had been that of a place for crazy people. "But ... it's not," she said simply, leaning back in her seat as her eyes swept over the room, looking out for any random soldiers and whatnot. Punishment was the last thing she needed