Day 33: Sun Room

[constellates]

So the nurse had smiled and bustled over at Alkaid after breakfast, and said it was her turn to go to the greenhouse. In fact, it was all the ladies' turn at the greenhouse, and that people were heading there right now.

Which made Alkaid blanch. Like hell she was going to stand around potting plants for an hour or more. She didn't feel very up to

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[whiteychan]

[waiting for momo]

No chance for a nap during breakfast, Hitsugaya opted out for the scheduled activities, favoring the comfortable couches of the sun room instead. There would be time for a nap before his meeting with Matsumoto, at the very least.

[hajike_tobiume]

[from here]

Momo stopped next to the couch Hitsugaya was lounging on and just looked down at him for a moment, an affectionate smile on her face. A few heartbeats later and she sighed, just wishing she could curl up against him and be safe, but no one, not even Hitsugaya, could keep her from her own demons. Fighting Signum last night, especially drawing the knight's blood, greatly bothered her. She wanted to talk about it to Hitsugaya, but she knew he'd be able to tell she was pretty injured, with the cast and the way she was holding her other hand to the gash across her torso. He'd probably get angry... at Signum.

Gingerly sitting down on the couch next to Hitsugaya, Momo looked over at the captain. "Hey... Shiro-chan..."

[whiteychan]

"Hitsugaya-taichou," the annoyed captain corrected, not yet bothering to open his eyes. "What do you need?"

It was then that he opened his eyes, and saw the state she was in. Whatever the hell went after her, it had done a decent work of roughing her up yet again. For every wound Landel inflicted on her, he'd make him pay double. "What the....what the hell did they do to you?"

[hajike_tobiume]

She was right - he was angry. Momo sighed and shifted a little closer to Hitsugaya so her leg brushed up against his. It wasn't much, but it was a bit calming.

"They didn't do anything," she replied quietly. "It was Special Counseling."

Taking her hand from her front, she traced the patterns the plaster formed on her cast with a finger. "I..." She swallowed hard, finding her voice again. "I... disregarded your orders last night and modified the orders of another team in the process." She looked up at him, eyes glistening. "I'm sorry, Hitsugaya... but I had to."

[haiiro_no_chou]

When the shift changed, Rukia told her nurse that standing on her foot doing gardening would probably make it hurt more, so the nurse brought her to the sun room instead. Taking a seat on one of the many couches, Rukia hoped that she would be able to get to the file room on the first floor during the coming night. Captain Hitsugaya didn't seem pleased with her, though...

Keeping an eye on the door, she wondered if Zachary had gotten her message in time.

[simpleastherain]

[waiting on daddy]

Orihime would have liked to spend the morning potting plants and flowers. Maybe they would give her something to carry back to her room and decorate the place a bit. Unfortunately, going to the greenhouse meant being separated from the boys; if there was a chance of seeing Toboe during the day, she wanted to take it.

Rukia was here, but she looked like she was waiting for someone. Hitsugaya, too. She waved at them both before curling up on one of the couches facing the door. It still chilled her a bit to realize that he was just there one second and gone the next. She expected something, even a whisper or a scuffed footstep or something. She'd been so sure they were within arms reach of each other the whole time. She'd been trying to protect him.

She couldn't help but wonder about other friends who'd disappeared.

[koukakurou]

As much as Oriya would have enjoyed the sun and some fresh air, the swordsman did not relish the idea of playing a sport or getting a ball kicked in his face while he slept. Thankfully, the nurse wasn't insistent that he go outside and was happy to leave him to his own means in the Sun Room. Oriya glanced around the room, eyes landing on the familiar figure of Inoue-san sitting on one of the couches. Noting her expression, the man approached without hesitation--if he was disrupting any of her plans he would simply leave, but he had found that it was impossible to ignore such a face.

No thanks to a certain, stray cat of a friend.

"Good morning, Inoue-san,"

[simpleastherain]

Orihime looked up at the voice, recognizing it even before she saw his face. "Oriya-san! Good morning." She chorused, her expression brightening instantly. She hadn't seen him in what felt like forever, but it was always good to know that he was alright. She didn't see any obvious injuries, but his hair was a bit messy, which she supposed counted as an injury when it came to him. He always seemed so elegant and put-together... She really wished she could brush it out nicely for him.

Realizing she'd been staring just a bit, she sat up a little straighter and scooched over so the older man had some room to sit. "I-I'm sorry we haven't talked in a while. How are you?"

[koukakurou]

Recognizing the invitation that it was, Oriya gave the young lady a nod of thanks before seating himself in the space made. Inoue-san did not appear to be so desolate now that he had arrived, so that ruled out sickness and injury, which left quite a few other possible reasons. The swordsman fought back a fond smile as he calmly inspected the girl.

"There is no need to apologize. It's to be expected in this place, Inoue-san, there's never much time for leisure here," he replied. "But I could not help but notice you sitting alone, may I ask why?"

[31st_of_china]

Sanzo leaned against the wall, arms folded. He wasn't even entirely sure why he'd bothered leaving that note for Kenren. It wasn't like he was part of their group, despite the similarities. Hell, even if Kenren somehow shared Gojyo's memories now, they still weren't the same person.

Maybe it was just out of habit.

It wasn't like he had anything concrete to really say either, other than that he'd run into Goku again. And Hakkai?

Well, that was only one night where he was sure Hakkai (or his body) wasn't in the morgue.

[opposingheaven]

Ah, time to meet a snarly monk. Oh joy. Kenren took his leave of the kid when the nurse cam over and managed to talk her into letting him slip into the Sun Room to meet up with Sanzo and talk about... whatever it was the monk had wanted to talk to him about. Kenren sighed softly when he entered, running a hand through his hair and then headed over to where Sanzo was stood. Man, would it have killed him to at least sit down?

"Hey," he said, moving to lean against the wall next to Sanzo, ever present grin on his face. "You wanted to talk?"

[31st_of_china]

What the hell was he smiling for? They were stuck here, Hakkai was gone, Sanzo didn't still didn't know what happened to Goku. Homura was still alive, and the sutra was stillmissing.

That was something else the priest couldn't stand about the roach, and Kenren: the complete inability to take things seriously.

"I hope I didn't interrupt your dicking around." Sanzo said icily. "It was about Goku and Hakkai."

[opposingheaven]

Oh, that really wasn't fair. He didn't smile half as much as Tenpou or Hakkai when they were having bad days. Although thinking about it, they probably smiled more on the bad days anyway. Their smiles were multi-purpose expressions.

He snorted at the insult, giving a little shrug. "Not like there's much to do during the day, and I'm not sure I'd call getting a decent katana dicking around," he replied mildly, just to annoy him by not getting riled up. "What about them?"

[hajike_tobiume]

[for brief conversation with Angel]

Momo had slept through breakfast, the shinigami realized when the intercom woke her up. Laying upon her back, she stared up at the ceiling as she replayed over the entire encounter with Signum the night before. Where had she gone wrong? Was there something else she could have done other than use hakufukuAt a loss as to the answers to those questions, Momo carefully sat up. Her torso was bandaged and moving was quite painful. The dressings were so thick,. the shinigami wasn't entirely sure how long the gash from Laevatein really was. Moving a hand to her front, she realized her broken wrist had been set and there was a neatly done white cast on it. She sighed, looking down at the cast. What a sad state she was in; Signum had beaten her soundly. She'd lost her katana in the fight as well... as some of her faith. The loss of faith wasn't in her friend, but in general. It was hard to look at everything she'd tried, including using Hayate's name, something no one else in Landel's knew about

[blurred_divide]

Angel had been a little surprised when Anya had ID'd Momo as her roommate-somehow, he hadn't expected it to be someone he'd actually run into before-but it made it easier to spot her in the crowd, knowing what she looked like.

He made his way over to her as she stepped inside, resting one hand on the board. "Hi. Momo, right? We've met. Couple of nights ago. Could I talk-" He stopped, eyeing the hand on her stomach for a second. "Are you all right?"

[hajike_tobiume]

Other than the Arts & Crafts stuff, nothing of importance was posted on the board. Hitsugaya looked like he was going to be disciplining Rukia for her failure to report the previous night and she wondered if she'd be joining the other female shinigami in whatever task Rukia would be assigned that night; Momo had also ignored her orders.

Her thoughts were interrupted, though, when she heard a familiar voice. She looked up at the tall man... Angel his name was, yes, and gave him a small smile that never quite made it to her eyes. "I got into a very rough fight last night and came out on the wrong end of a sword," she told him. "I shall heal. What did you wish to speak about, Angel-san?"

[blurred_divide]

"I heard something interesting the other day," Angel said, starting to move away from the bulletin board, relocating to an area out of earshot of the other patients. "That you were offering out blood to anybody who needed it."

He glanced at her. "It struck me as a little curious as to where your supply is coming from."

Curious meaning concerning.