Day 34: Breakfast

[screwthegods]

[starting off in M13]The last part of the night was little more than a blur in Homura's mind. The men had rushed in, but not joined them, instead staying off to themselves. Before any of them had a chance to react, however, a voice sounded through the air, mocking some other person Homura had never heard of, and the patients themselves

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M13

[strange_unlife]

The morning announcement woke Shito from an altogether pleasant little nap, but he considered delaying a little while longer. Then he heard hurried rustling and moving about, and he opened one eye to look suspiciously over at his roommate.

Hn. Same guy as before, and not looking any worse for the wear. Fearsome experiments, indeed. "What are you doing?"

Re: M13

[screwthegods]

In his rush, Homura hadn't even noticed the person in the bed across the room from him. He jerked when the strange voice broke the silence, just as setting aside the first notebook he'd looked through for the next.

"Oh. Are you..." Homura paused, unsure of what to call this new person, or even of what to say. There were two beds in the room, along with two of everything else. It made sense that there should be two victims, he supposed. Still, that likely meant that this person knew him from before, and would expected to be known as well.

So he sighed, opening the second notebook and staring down at it as he replied. "I'm trying to find something. This is my desk, isn't it?" It would make sense for it to be. Yet Homura didn't ask out of malice, but honest curiosity. He didn't want to make a bad first impression...as the case may be.

Re: M13

[strange_unlife]

... oooookay, that was unexpected. Homura was behaving quite differently than usual, and apparently didn't know which desk was his. Even though it was pretty obvious. Had they given him a lobotomy or something? Was Shito going to be stuck with a moron for a roomie? "... Yeah, that one's yours. Stay out of mine."

Re: M13

[screwthegods]

"I had planned to." Unless somehow this other person's held information about Rinrei, but Homura doubted it. Still, it was hard to say what he would do five hundred years in the future, especially given everything that had changed. But what point would there be in hiding something in the other desk...unless Homura trusted that person very much?

Glancing over at his roommate again, the demi-god didn't think that was the case.

He almost missed the first page in the notebook with writing on it, but the folded sheet of paper tucked beside it made him pause. One had "Okita" written on it, on what Homura thought looked like his own hand. The other also mentioned Okita, along with Kenren and Hijikata. He knew the names, or at least had heard them mentioned.

And apparently he had known them before too. Homura only needed to read the first few sentences of his own words before he stared at the page in shock. "I'm their leader?" The leader not only of those strangers, but a man like Kenren Taisho? Was that even possible? Unaware

[roger_hug]

(For Armand?)

Bridget shot up in bed, gasping for air ashe looked around the familiar space of his room. His nurse was there almost instantly, making soft sounds and getting him up and dressed and off to breakfast.

A tray of food that he wasn't interested in was placed on the table and Bridget took a moment to glance around the room. Empty. He could afford a moment to himself. Placing his head on folded arms, he shivered slightly.

[secret_orchard]

Armand had still been reeling dizzily from his wounds and even prepared to wave off any assistance from Dr. Uzuki. He didn't deserve the help. He'd been hurt because he was stupid. But then he'd heard--almost like a dream--the Head Doctor's voice berating them from a distance and everything went dark

[roger_hug]

When people had started to walk in, Bridget had sat up, not looking at anyone and instead poking at his pancakes with a fork.

When Armand came to him, he looked up, startled and then frowned with worry. "Oh! What happened? Are you alright?" For a moment, he reached out, wanting to help, to touch, then his mind flashed on his hands covered in blood.... her blood and he snatched them back again.

[secret_orchard]

"There was a monster in the kitchen," was all Armand was prepared to say. "I was stupid." He bit his lip. "You, are you hurt? You don't look--something is wrong." He had seen the boy's attitude before he'd arrived. "Please tell me." It was more an order than a request, his worry overriding his normal polite deference.

[deathandfudge]

[Reserved for tall dark and Snarly]

By the time that they got to the caferteria, Rainier's anger was palpable, his teeth gritted from the effort of will it was taking him to not snap and kill everyone he saw. It wasn't fair to use his anger against landens like this, although it was becoming harder and harder to remember.

The female filled up a plate and guided him to a seat, setting the plate down on a long table and encouraging him to sit. Every nerve was on edge as he looked around, leashing his anger for now while he tried to work out what sort of place this was meant to be.

[bastard_sadi]

Daemon was in a good mood when he glided into the cafeteria this morning. A very good mood. He'd finally accomplished a goal last night, and the spider silk he'd retrieved would hopefully prove very useful tonight, as long as they hadn't somehow sealed those skills away as well

[deathandfudge]

A familiar presence on the psychic webs was reassuring.

The person it represented and the rapidly approaching cold was decidedly not and Daemon's anger made Rainier's own flare, more on edge because of the uncertaintly of the situation.

That cold. He'd felt it once or twice before and the only time it had been directed at him, Jaenelle had been there to smooth Daemon's temper. If he'd just woken up ehre too, then Rainier could understand the temper though. He stood, holding himself back by the finest of margins.

"Prince Sadi," he said, inclining his head to his employer, although there was a touch of a growl to his voice as temper scratched against temper.

[bastard_sadi]

A single eyebrow arched upward with a sardonic tilt as the Sadist glided to a stop beside the male. Cold golden eyes studied the man, sweeping him from head to toe with an arrogant laziness as he took his measure.

"Prince," Daemon crooned in greeting, a sleepy sort of regard glinting in a half-lidded gaze. His hands were tucked in his robe pockets, still managing to exude an air of dangerous grace despite the ridiculous clothing they were given in this place.

"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage." There was no recognition in his gaze or in his manner.

[dawn_rune]

[for the SDS]

Another fruitless night. At least Frey hadn't used up any energy on healing semi-willing and entirely ungrateful strangers, this time. Even thinking of that incident, though, reminded Frey of the gruesome jars in that doctor's desk... he shuddered again, then shook the feeling off. He needed to eat, and thinking about bodiless eyes floating suspended in liquid wasn't going to improve his appetite.

Not wanting to be caught laying about in bed, Frey got up quickly and set his hair and clothes to rights before the nurse arrived to take him to the cafeteria.

Breakfast, thankfully, smelled quite good, and Frey found his lagging appetite returning quite promptly. He took a healthy serving of the pancakes and syrup, then found himself a seat in the mostly empty cafeteria. Not a lot of early risers, today.

[ditched_again]

The Star Dragon Sword growled dangerously when he realised that he was back within the walls of the institute. How in blazes did that happen? He’d been with Kagura moments ago investigating that ruined town, and now found himself being dragged down to the cafeteria for breakfast.

He didn’t go quietly, and every time his nurse attempted to make light conversation, the Night Rune snapped back a vile comment to ward the blasted woman off. Snapping a biting comment at the nurse as she handed him his breakfast, the Star Dragon Sword huffed at her for good measure before outright ignoring the irritating woman. Damn insufferable human. If he had his powers then he would show this stupid bag of flesh that she was nothing but his servantHuffing irritably to himself, the Sword stormed away from his stupid nurse and made his way directly to where he saw Frey sitting. Tossing his tray down on the tabletop unceremoniously, the Night Rune sat himself down in front of the young Dawn Rune bearer as he unhappily huffed. “I do hope your night was more

[dawn_rune]

Well, finding the Star Dragon Sword had been something Frey had planned on doing today, so in that sense it was a good thing to encounter him this early. On the other hand, the Rune incarnate seemed to be in an even worse mood than usual, which wasn't the best thing to start off Frey's day.

Repressing a tired sigh, Frey shook his head sadly. "No, I'm afraid my night was uneventful and unproductive." Again. As it always seemed to be, in this place.

[ditched_again]

He regarded Frey quietly in thought as the Dawn Rune bearer sighed and gave his answer. Each night was proving to be just as unproductive as the last, and he was beginning to wonder if the only way out of this infernal pile of rocks was to end ones life.

An option the Star Dragon Sword flatly refused to do.

"I see," He murmured before looking down at his tray of food with disgust. "I managed to make it over the wall last night. Yet I still found myself back in bed regardless of how far I traveled."

[damnrudecock]

Fuck if Sanosuke was ever going to get used to this shit. One second the damn spider is coming at him, looking like it's going to try and impale him to the floor or something, and the next he's on his back, struggling like some fool with his pillow! As if he needed to start off his morning feeling like an idiot. The fighter sat up, throwing off his covers with appropriate disdain, and hopped out of bed. At least no one got seriously hurt. Kenshin had gotten bitten, but the guy was tougher than that. Normally.

Sano didn't dwell on the thought though. Didn't need to depress himself before breakfast either.

Pinky came in, and in short order Sanosuke was at a table, tray stacked high with every food they let him get his hands on. What the hell was it with the west and their obsession with flat round things? At least the stuff didn't look too bad, even if it smelled pretty sickly sweet for breakfast.

[Reserved for the dainty flower.]

[cigarettes_plz]

The first thing Badou did was check for his hard-earned cigarettes. The second thing he did was resist the urge to cry like a bitch. In heat. Being taunted by really hot male-- wait female bitches who were on the other side of the fucking fence. He knew they were there. Taunting him.

And he could touch but he couldn't drink in their sweet delicious cancer-inducing chemical-filled glory because they were useless without fire. Even the cavemen got fire. It wasn't fair. He forced himself to hide them under the mattress before the nurse came in.

He had four more, but if he ate another one and died from the poison he would be missing out on the other three. Too risky. Badou sighed and looked up. "Alright, alright, I take back my hedonistic ways and repent. There's a god, and he's -" He groped for words. "a bad person. Like that one bully episode of Sesame Street

[damnrudecock]

Sano could only watch the spectacle with a flat look, not understanding half of what the guy was saying, but he doubted anyone could. The nurse did her best, and Sanosuke had to give her credit with that much at the very least.

Then she left, abandoning Sano to the tomato hog. Great. "Morning to you too, flower boy. Nice to see you didn't get yourself killed."

He ignored Badou's clingyness towards his tray, opting instead to shovel a large chunk of pancake into his mouth. He had his own food this time, so Badou could keep his damn pancakes. Weird guy like him probably put weird crap on them anyway.

[cigarettes_plz]

Badou's pancakes were indeed drizzled with syrup and all kinds of fruit that the nurse must have tossed in while he was ranting, plus a couple of those little plastic containers of syrup and butter in case he wanted to drown them further. He shrugged and popped a strawberry into his mouth. He kinda missed fruit, he realized. It was delicious in a totally not greasy way.

Seeing as how rooster guy made no moves toward his tray, Badou relinquished his hold and started cutting into his pancakes. He had a plastic knife if the poultry got any ideas. "It's tomato man to you. I figured you'd give me a shitty eulogy so I decided to stick around." He pointed the knife at rooster head's tray. "You just gonna eat them plain like that?"