Day 30: Patient Library (Fourth Shift)

[jei]

While he waited for his bulletin board correspondant, Farfarello perused the library's offerings once more. There was no sign of any of the books he'd requested in the suggestion box but he wasn't very suprised that this was the case--even if, by some chance, the Head Doctor actually intended to grant any of the reasonable requests it still would

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[traitors_smile]

The patient from the message board was easy enough to find. Not only was he the only one to fit the description, he was the only one in the library aside from the nurses. Gin had hoped for a bit more background noise, but as long as they kept their voices low, it shouldn't be a problem. He'd also brought the journal and a pen from his room. He had a sharp memory, but chemical names and other more complicated things, he might have to write down. Hopefully this one would actually be as good as his word an wouldn't charge too much for the information. Gin didn't have a whole lot to bargain with and he certainly wasn't going to sacrifice any of his own resources. Not when this was an 'assignment.'

"Afternoon," Gin smiled without even trying.

[jei]

Putting the Shakespeare aside with no regret, Farfarello nodded in greeting. "Afternoon. Let's get to business." Pleasantries were really not Farfarello's thing, and he was here for information about a topic near and dear to his heart--volatile chemicals.

[traitors_smile]

Unfortunately for his companion in conversation, Gin had a very roundabout way of speaking, which sometimes got to the point and sometimes did not. It was useful for many things, but acquiring information wasn't really one of them. He'd have to make an effort to stay on topic if he wanted to learn what this boy knew. Good thing he didn't plan on doing much of the talking.

The boy hadn't even asked his name, but perhaps that was for the best. He had no qualms about giving it, but maybe it was a subject best left untouched. "Happy to," he complied, taking a seat. "where should w'start?" he said with the same smile.

[jei]

"Where did you find chemicals?" That's really all Farfarello wants from this conversation--knowing where to get his hands on what he wants. Technically, he could ask Schuldig to pick the information out of someone's head, but why bother the telepath if he didn't have to? "And what did you find?"

[blurred_divide]

[free for pestering]If Angel had known that the only way through to the library was by the Sun Room, he might've paid a little more attention to where his nurse was herding him. As it was, he didn't realize that there would be sunlight spilling throughout the entire place until his nurse opened the door and pushed him through

[accursed_rock]

[claimed!!! I've been waiting for Angel to be free... :-P]

"You going in?" Zelgadis asked the dark-haired man in a gruff manner.

The man in question seemed to be doing an odd dance-- putting his hand in and out of the doorway as though there was a force field inside the library.

Maybe there was a force field inside the library.

"Can you go in?" He rephrased.

[blurred_divide]

Angel blinked and turned around. He quickly withdrew his hand.

"Oh, uh-yeah." He cleared his throat, awkward, and made for the bookshelves, hoping the other patient wouldn't actually question his odd behaviour.

There was no area for non-fiction, which was strange enough on its own, but what was even stranger was the entire selection on the occult.

The Lesser Key of Solomon. He pulled it off the shelf, curious. It wasn't one of the properly translated editions-not that he expected to find something like that-but still. What was a book on demonology doing in a mental institute? Weren't they supposed to encourage readings that advocated so-called normal behaviour?

[accursed_rock]

Zelgadis followed the man in and walked towards a nearby bookshelf, still glancing at the person who had exhibited such odd behavior.

He glanced at the title the man was reading over the copy of a random book he had chosen off the shelf. It read The Lesser Key of Solomon, which meant nothing to Zelgadis. He hoped the odd man hadn't noticed him looking.

[blood_and_pocky]

Aidou knew getting gloriously upset wouldn't do a damn thing (unlike home, where he could have anything he desired), but it still couldn't relieve his mounting exasperation. Today's little riot had ruined everything. Not only had he not spoken with Sasuke yet, but he hadn't gotten to the E class yet, either. The only productive thing had been a brief, cleansing shower at the end of third shift, a safeguard against being in the eye of the public.

Thinking 'at least I'm clean' was even more foolish, since the vampire knew better than to start becoming habituated. Once that happened, one was better off dead. And he deserved better. Having his freedom, having his powers, having his cousin. Better.

Picking a newer book that didn't smell like must, Aidou reclined back in a chair, legs crossed on the seat of another, and put the open novel over his face. The library was at least out of the sun, if not totally quiet--it would do for some much needed rest.

[rope_victim]

Miku had emerged from her shower feeling more awake than she had before, and thank goodness. Still, there was an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, and sometimes, if she concentrated hard enough she could almost feel the tattoos crawling over her palms

[blood_and_pocky]

Ugh, when one such as himself was too tense to sleep, even when he needed it, it was a deplorable thing. Though he couldn't blame himself. He could smell blood, made worse by that afternoon's riot, and unlike most days, his hunger begged him not to ignore it. Vampire's prerogative, unfortunately--one that was both soothingly familiar and mildly annoying, given he couldn't just take his pick anymore.

And speaking of girls, there was one in particular creeping around his table.

Sighing, he nudged the seat of the second chair with his heel. He didn't need to see to know who it was. "Take it if you don't mind my head in your lap. I'm getting a pain in my neck anyway." Even it wasn't Hinasaki Miku, no doubt Aidou would have made the same proposition to any other female, regardless of having a book over his face and being unable to gauge physical attractiveness.

[rope_victim]

Miku raised her eyebrows into her bangs, but sat down as directed. It was really forward of him, wasn't it?

Then again, she'd paid the price of a kiss for a knife and a camera, so who exactly was more forward? Her, the Radio Man or Aidou? "I don't mind," she replied quietly. She paged through her journal and looked for a blank page. It wasn't too hard, though some were missing from her first set of maps.

Aidou plopped his head in her lap a moment later. She looked down at him, half- amused, but reminding herself to be careful. He had a terrible temper, didn't he?

[charredashes]

To be perfectly honest, Asch had no interest in books. The only reason he chose the library was because he wanted to go somewhere quiet, and it was what the nurse suggested. Well, the library and the Sun Room, although more people seemed to be choosing the latter room.

Picking a book at random (something called Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde), the redhead took a seat at one of the tables and set the open book in front of him. He had no real intention to read the book at all, but hopefully it'd be enough to look like he was. It kept the nurse off his back, at least, so maybe the same would be said about other patients.

[31st_of_china]

This would've been a prime place to check for Hakkai. Books, quiet, relatively organized; more likely to appeal to him than the Arts and Crafts room.

Except for the fact that there was no Hakkai. Somehow it didn't surprise the monk. Unlike Kenren, Sanzo wasn't going to harbor any kind of optimism (or desperate hope) that Hakkai was still here, even as he kept an eye out for the man.

Sanzo sat down on one of the couches, absently picking up a random book.

But then again, he'd kept searching for Goku with the same stubborness, even when he wasn't certain what happened to the monkey. Goku had shown up in the end, but he hadn't had any proof if he was alive or dead while he'd been searching. Sanzo had just kept on going with the assumption that he was alive, and only backed by that slip of tongue from that doctor one night.

Kenren irritated him, but at least on this account, Sanzo couldn't argue with him. There could still be a remote chance to find Hakkai.

[qui_gonjinn]

The act of cleansing himself had been refreshing, to say the least. His hair was still wet, but already on the way to drying. His connection the Force felt slightly stronger in response, as if reacting to the simple pleasure of cleaning the grime from his body, and his determination to know more about Earth stronger. There was still much research that had to be done on this unknown planet.

Rounding the corner of the shelves, a few books in his hands, Qui-Gon paused as he took in Sanzo. The young man sat on one of the couches, looking at a book but not very involved with it - he didn't seem to be reading, just looking at it. Qui-Gon approached the couch and sat down gently, keeping a respectful distance. Close enough to show that he was interested in talking, but not enough to invade whatever sense of personal space Earthians might have.

"I'm afraid our conversation in the cafeteria was interrupted," Qui-Gon said mildly.

[31st_of_china]

A gift for understatement, yet it never seemed to come off as stupid or sarcastic. Qui-Gon would have been an interesting person to meet, on the journey West.

As it stood now, this was a conversation he did want to continue. This "Force" was intriguing enough, and there was that whole question how he could just influence a person like that. He hadn't even chanted a mantra or anything.

There was a lot to Qui-Gon, and somehow he got the feeling that he hadn't even scratched the surface.

Sanzo set the book aside.

"You wanted to know about that woman," hestarted. There wasn't that much to say about her: after that one hectic night in the medwing and the morning after, the priest hadn't seen her since.

[qui_gonjinn]

Qui-Gon folded his hands over the book in his lap. He would have to take it back to his room and read it over dinner. "Yes, I did. Anything you could tell me would be helpful."

If there were others from the Republic here, he would have to know, and find out as much as possible. Who they were, where they were from, what they did here, and what had happened to them. Especially if they were Jedi - a Jedi would probably sense the same things about this place that he did, and recognize Martin Landel as the threat against the Force that he truly was. It would not be in character for a Jedi to not feel something had to be done.