Aidou was, simply put, annoyed. And to think he hadn't woken up that way for once, it was a shame. Not only was it time for another round of captives to be introduced, but the 'new' schedule was ridiculous--of which he quickly scanned and memorized with a pronounced frown. Organized? Please. He'd seen better scheduling from the maids' hired to clean his house.
But the fact that there were routine meals now. Categorized, monotonous meals
( ... )
Rinali's breakfast had been pleasant enough, and the thought of having a chance to sit down with a quiet book seemed appropriate. She still didn't want to focus on what had happened in previous nights, and so a chance to engross herself in a work of fiction seemed like the perfect reprieve. She picked the first book that looked intriguing and sat down across from a boy who was sleeping with a book over his face. She'd let him sleep for now. The poor guy had probably had a rough night himself.
It could be almost freaky, just how in tune with the universe Aidou's sixth sense could be. It was not part of his sixth sense to know that someone had perched themselves near him--that was all scent and sound, catching the scrape of chair legs and the smell of a warm body. No, it was all heterosexual, female-loving instinct on that one: he just knew when one was around.
He and his fans had that in common, they in knowing when their Idol-sama was nearby.
However, things were much more bleak and depressing in Landel's, with girls trying to survive over adoring him. In response, Aidou could only lift the bottom of the book with the tip of his index finger, the front still canted on the crown of his head, and peer out from underneath it. Dainty figure, pigtails, average eyes, a fairly pretty human face. "I knew it," he started, without shame, "a gorgeous girl came and sat down beside me. Aren't I lucky?"
Rinali smiled warmly at the boy's flattery, setting down her book. "Oh, I'm nothing special, but thank you for the compliment," she said pleasantly. She never understood why people thought she was pretty. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she didn't see much. She liked who she was, but she didn't feel pretty.
"I'm Rinali," she said. He seemed like a nice enough boy.
Rukia insisted that the nurses now at least let her wheel herself around, even if one still accompanied her between shifts. First she stopped by the bulletin board, then settled her wheelchair near one of the low tables in the sun room. It was a little low to use as a writing surface while she was seated in the wheelchair, but she was flexible.
Jotting down a few things in her notebook, she looked up every so often to see if she could spot Tyler or Captain Harkness.
Tyler patted the pocket of his robe as he stepped into the room. he'd seen Rukia wheel in here a few minutes before and had convinced his nurse to allow him to follow briefly. He had other things to do and see, but knew dropping off the map owuldn't take long.
Even if Reid was still griping about the fact that Tyler shouldn't be so giving about it.
Spotting the dark haired girl, he grinned as he approached her. "Morning," he greeted, his voice quiet as he cast her a shy smile.
Breakfast had been relaxing, and he felt like he was finally getting over the huge wad of fatigue he'd earned from fixing up Sousuke. Captain Jack was more than happy to be meeting up with Rukia. She was very, very fun to tease, and cute as a button besides.
He checked the Sun Room for her, but oddly, she wasn't there, so he stuck his head in the library instead and caught sight of her. And another cutie, which just made things better.
Smiling like he hadn't a care in the world, he walked up to both of them. "Morning," he said. "Nice to see you, Rukia." He turned his thousand-watt smile on the young man. "I don't believe we've met yet, have we? I'm Captain Jack Harkness."
After the “breakfast” he’d had, Reid was biting at the bit to do something. Eating a little, talking with Anya (or whatever) a little, glowering at the cafeteria a little… Yeah, the novelty had worn off. And he’d been way too nice to Anya, anyway, ‘cause without any proof of anyone’s superhero identity around here? Chances were they were crazy.
Reid knew his junior high science.
Although he’d practised up his penmanship on the bulletin board, a lot of it had been nothing more than shit he’d thrown out to see if the flies would land. Away from it, all he carried with him was the extreme, extreme hilarity then experienced when chatting with “Harry Potter.” The warm and fuzzy afterglow was just too strong to forget quickly. Being a great guy like that, obviously Reid would have to include his little buddy
( ... )
The morning meal had gone off without any major incidents. No riots, at any rate, and while the guard was still quite heavy, things were relatively sedate compared to yesterday.
And Qui-Gon still was puzzling over Earthian electronics.
Parts of them looked almost familiar and from he'd been told by Obi-Wan last night, could serve the same functions - enjoying music wasn't exactly exclusive to the Republic. But the actual bits and pieces of the devices they'd borrowed last night were still a mystery: what looked like a power cell could indeed by something else here on Earth.
Qui-Gon entered the patient library fully intending to try to research more on Earth and see if he could find something about their technology. With luck, they would be able to convert the admittedly low-tech Earthian parts to crude, workable commlinks.
At least in the library, he could find something to read if nothing more interesting happened. No, Saetan thought, come to think of it, I don't need interesting. Having my family here in this terrible trap is interesting enough for me. And we're all so ignorant of how things work
( ... )
Qui-Gon looked up and smiled. "Oh, you weren't," he said. "Looking for anything in particular?"
Not that he could probably help find whatever it was the other patient was looking for. But it couldn't hurt to be cordial and while Qui-Gon didn't exactly trust every patient here (it would be foolish to trust everyone blindly), he did believe that none belonged here, checkered past or not. Whether they were from Earth or some place else...
With these accents here, Qui-Gon was having a difficult time telling who was from Earth and who wasn't. He knew he shouldn't be able to understand every human here - Jedi were well-versed in other languages besides Basic generally but not that well-versed - but so far he hadn't had any trouble understanding the other patients. It was like the writing; despite never having seen Earthian writing before, he could somehow understand it.
After a pause Saetan smiled, cheer crinkling the corners of his gold eyes. He looked Qui-Gonn up and down, trying to assess what he could on such limited information.
"I was hoping for something that would give me insight on how the people of this world organize themselves. I find it very confusing. My world is more socially striated."
While he hated to admit to liking anything about the Institute, Miles had always appreciated time spent alone with a good book. He would have appreciated a cup of tea to go along with the copy of The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, but at this point, he would take what he could get.
He settled in a chair towards the back of the library, and started reading, but found that he couldn't concentrate. Edgeworth closed the book and took his journal and a pen from his pocket, flipping it open to a blank page. He tapped the pen against his lower lip for a moment, before starting to write out a to-do list.
"That's...fine." The slight irritation showed in Edgeworth's tone of voice, though he shrugged it off for the most part - he'd had far worse annoyances while working. There had been that incident with the Skye girl spraying luminol all over his office after the investigation had ended, with a "Oh, come on, Mr. Edgeworth! You said yourself that I would be a good investigator, and there were these spots of blood the last time I looked!" He'd had to break the girl's heart by explaining they had been the result of an accident in which he'd broken a teacup, and not the result of a crime
( ... )
It was good to see Leon again, and in one piece. Claude wasn't sure what he'd do if any of his comrades disappeared under his watch. And judging by how dangerous a place this was, he knew no one was out from under the radar when it came to stuff like that. His encounter from last night was a sore reminder.
In the meantime, it looked like he got to hang out in the library again. Claude remembered the last time he'd browsed around in here, and he faintly smiled to himself. Although, now that he thought about it, he felt kind of dumb for going out of his way to steal a couple of books, especially since they just said patients were allowed to officially check out books.
I could have just asked a nurse instead of dragging poor Leon all the way in here in the middle of the night, Claude thought with an inward sigh. Well, no matter. He'd remember for the future, and at least Guy had some extra reading material, right
( ... )
[Indeed~ well, here he is! (Apologies if my posting's a bit slow, I'm still working on my app.)]
Zelnick didn't mind too much when he was shuffled out of the cafeteria, waving goodbye to Xigbar before paying attention to the patients around him. He was meeting a blond kid in a headband, right? Claude, that was the name. He didn't see anyone who looked right out in the Sunroom, so he followed a trickle of people into the library.
And there was a blond teenaged boy in a headband, who looked like he was waiting for someone. Zelnick smiled friendlily and came up to the table, and asked quietly, "Claude?"
Claude immediately perked up as someone approached him. Sure enough, he didn't entirely recognize him right away, though the blond thought he had seen him in passing once the other day. Still, he kind of fit the description Zelnick had given him -- brown-haired, brown-eyed, except maybe he was a bit younger than Claude had been imagining...
When the man said his name, though, he immediately knew who he was. Giving a bright smile, Claude nodded. "Yes. And you must be Captain Zelnick, right? It's nice to meet you. Why don't you have a seat?" He paused, before glancing around. "I mean, unless you'd rather sit somewhere else..."
Cheerful, Zelnick replied, "The one and only!" with a casual wave that was close enough to his face to be considered a lazy salute. "And I wouldn't have come over if I hadn't meant to sit here," he continued, settling across from Claude. As an afterthought, he added, "Nice to meet you, too. How long have you been here?" He waved generally at the institute around them, and added, "This is only my second day in this place."
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But the fact that there were routine meals now. Categorized, monotonous meals ( ... )
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With a soft smile, she began to read her book.
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He and his fans had that in common, they in knowing when their Idol-sama was nearby.
However, things were much more bleak and depressing in Landel's, with girls trying to survive over adoring him. In response, Aidou could only lift the bottom of the book with the tip of his index finger, the front still canted on the crown of his head, and peer out from underneath it. Dainty figure, pigtails, average eyes, a fairly pretty human face. "I knew it," he started, without shame, "a gorgeous girl came and sat down beside me. Aren't I lucky?"
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"I'm Rinali," she said. He seemed like a nice enough boy.
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Rukia insisted that the nurses now at least let her wheel herself around, even if one still accompanied her between shifts. First she stopped by the bulletin board, then settled her wheelchair near one of the low tables in the sun room. It was a little low to use as a writing surface while she was seated in the wheelchair, but she was flexible.
Jotting down a few things in her notebook, she looked up every so often to see if she could spot Tyler or Captain Harkness.
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Even if Reid was still griping about the fact that Tyler shouldn't be so giving about it.
Spotting the dark haired girl, he grinned as he approached her. "Morning," he greeted, his voice quiet as he cast her a shy smile.
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He checked the Sun Room for her, but oddly, she wasn't there, so he stuck his head in the library instead and caught sight of her. And another cutie, which just made things better.
Smiling like he hadn't a care in the world, he walked up to both of them. "Morning," he said. "Nice to see you, Rukia." He turned his thousand-watt smile on the young man. "I don't believe we've met yet, have we? I'm Captain Jack Harkness."
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After the “breakfast” he’d had, Reid was biting at the bit to do something. Eating a little, talking with Anya (or whatever) a little, glowering at the cafeteria a little… Yeah, the novelty had worn off. And he’d been way too nice to Anya, anyway, ‘cause without any proof of anyone’s superhero identity around here? Chances were they were crazy.
Reid knew his junior high science.
Although he’d practised up his penmanship on the bulletin board, a lot of it had been nothing more than shit he’d thrown out to see if the flies would land. Away from it, all he carried with him was the extreme, extreme hilarity then experienced when chatting with “Harry Potter.” The warm and fuzzy afterglow was just too strong to forget quickly. Being a great guy like that, obviously Reid would have to include his little buddy ( ... )
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And Qui-Gon still was puzzling over Earthian electronics.
Parts of them looked almost familiar and from he'd been told by Obi-Wan last night, could serve the same functions - enjoying music wasn't exactly exclusive to the Republic. But the actual bits and pieces of the devices they'd borrowed last night were still a mystery: what looked like a power cell could indeed by something else here on Earth.
Qui-Gon entered the patient library fully intending to try to research more on Earth and see if he could find something about their technology. With luck, they would be able to convert the admittedly low-tech Earthian parts to crude, workable commlinks.
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Qui-Gon looked up and smiled. "Oh, you weren't," he said. "Looking for anything in particular?"
Not that he could probably help find whatever it was the other patient was looking for. But it couldn't hurt to be cordial and while Qui-Gon didn't exactly trust every patient here (it would be foolish to trust everyone blindly), he did believe that none belonged here, checkered past or not. Whether they were from Earth or some place else...
With these accents here, Qui-Gon was having a difficult time telling who was from Earth and who wasn't. He knew he shouldn't be able to understand every human here - Jedi were well-versed in other languages besides Basic generally but not that well-versed - but so far he hadn't had any trouble understanding the other patients. It was like the writing; despite never having seen Earthian writing before, he could somehow understand it.
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"I was hoping for something that would give me insight on how the people of this world organize themselves. I find it very confusing. My world is more socially striated."
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While he hated to admit to liking anything about the Institute, Miles had always appreciated time spent alone with a good book. He would have appreciated a cup of tea to go along with the copy of The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, but at this point, he would take what he could get.
He settled in a chair towards the back of the library, and started reading, but found that he couldn't concentrate. Edgeworth closed the book and took his journal and a pen from his pocket, flipping it open to a blank page. He tapped the pen against his lower lip for a moment, before starting to write out a to-do list.
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It was good to see Leon again, and in one piece. Claude wasn't sure what he'd do if any of his comrades disappeared under his watch. And judging by how dangerous a place this was, he knew no one was out from under the radar when it came to stuff like that. His encounter from last night was a sore reminder.
In the meantime, it looked like he got to hang out in the library again. Claude remembered the last time he'd browsed around in here, and he faintly smiled to himself. Although, now that he thought about it, he felt kind of dumb for going out of his way to steal a couple of books, especially since they just said patients were allowed to officially check out books.
I could have just asked a nurse instead of dragging poor Leon all the way in here in the middle of the night, Claude thought with an inward sigh. Well, no matter. He'd remember for the future, and at least Guy had some extra reading material, right ( ... )
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Zelnick didn't mind too much when he was shuffled out of the cafeteria, waving goodbye to Xigbar before paying attention to the patients around him. He was meeting a blond kid in a headband, right? Claude, that was the name. He didn't see anyone who looked right out in the Sunroom, so he followed a trickle of people into the library.
And there was a blond teenaged boy in a headband, who looked like he was waiting for someone. Zelnick smiled friendlily and came up to the table, and asked quietly, "Claude?"
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Claude immediately perked up as someone approached him. Sure enough, he didn't entirely recognize him right away, though the blond thought he had seen him in passing once the other day. Still, he kind of fit the description Zelnick had given him -- brown-haired, brown-eyed, except maybe he was a bit younger than Claude had been imagining...
When the man said his name, though, he immediately knew who he was. Giving a bright smile, Claude nodded. "Yes. And you must be Captain Zelnick, right? It's nice to meet you. Why don't you have a seat?" He paused, before glancing around. "I mean, unless you'd rather sit somewhere else..."
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