Day 37: Sun Room

[hismastersdance]

Joe had read some of the larger notes stuck up on the bulletin board when the announcement came on the intercom. All things considered, this Landel guy didn't even seem so bad. Even if these people were held here against their will, he was certainly nice about it.

Apparently, the new patients - including Joe - were to hang around in the Sun Room or

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[hailmegatron]

[I can has Xelloss? <3 ]

Lugnut still felt unbalanced and dull when the announcement system came online and another human female, with the assistance of a large, glowering male, coaxed him to his feet-- away from that traitor-- and led him to the next room (though he sullenly balked and had to be tugged not-so-gently along; he didn't trust the humans, not at all, not when he'd woken up in a human body, not when they'd done something to him to incapacitate his processor and alter his emotional core).

However, though the human female showed some exasperation at his vague struggles, she made no move to restrain Lugnut any further, instead leaving him to sit like a small, confused mountain on some of the bright room's soft seating.

After a few moments, his processor began to work at half-speed, and he looked around, trying to see if this room contained some kind of prompt for what he should doHe saw nothing

[enigmaticmedium]

[from here, so sorry for slowness! ;-;]

Hair still a little damp, Xelloss exited the showers in a decidedly social mood. The morning's conversation had been entertaining enough, and possibly useful too, although Xelloss wasn't really one to shun entertainment because it lacked a practical function.

Given the choices of rooms, Xelloss had decided on the Sun Room, since it was so popular as a meeting place in general and it usually had something entertaining by day or night. Looking around, his attention focused on someone sitting by himself, generally a good sign for a target. It was no one Xelloss recognized, although that didn't mean much considering the crowds of people in Landel's Institute, and the man seemed to have a sort of determined look about him for someone who was sitting in place.

Taking a seat nearby, and watching without comment for a moment, Xelloss finally asked, "What are you doing?" The fact that the man didn't seem to be doing anything wasn't the point.

[hailmegatron]

[Don't worry about it. <3]

Slowly, Lugnut swung his head towards the human who had sat next to him. It was considerably smaller than him; no threat. (Not small enough-- it was disconcerting to his already drug-numbed brain to have humans so close to his size-- but smaller all the same.)

"Thinking," he replied, expression absolutely blank, then looked forward again. He had to return to the side of the glorious Megatron, immediately... but he needed to be in his own body, or else he would be useless, an inexcusable crime.

[enigmaticmedium]

"Oh, really?" Xelloss let silence rest for a few more moments, as though accompanying the other being in being lost in contemplation. Either this individual was particularly slow, or under the influence of the nurses' and orderlies' charms, or both, Xelloss decided.

"... Is it interesting?" New patients did seem to be inclined towards getting sedated, so that was another point in favor of that possibility, but Xelloss wasn't asking outright yet. Really, new patient or not made very little difference to him, aside from the entertainment at disorientation. And he'd already enjoyed that once today.

[lostonlifesroad]

Breakfast had left Kakashi with no lack of things to think about. Though he still had some instinctive reservations about the situation as described, what the woman had said was too easily refuted to be a decent attempt at a lie, so Kakashi accepted it. At least as much as any person in his condition could. To go from the battlefield in Konoha, from what he had done to eating french toast and talking about the finer points of manipulating space and time...that was something of a leap, even for him.

The nurse wouldn't let him go to the showers, which was disappointing. It meant he'd likely have to wait to speak to Jiraiya, though chances were good that if they weren't co-ed showers, the sennin might emerge in time to discuss some things. The nurse also wouldn't let him go to the library, but after careful manipulation, did at least agree to get him a book.

Which was how Kakashi found himself sitting on a couch staring at White Fang. Somehow, he doubted the author thought the same things about that name as Kakashi did. And he

[toadally4boobs]

[From here.]

Sure enough, Jiraiya found Kakashi in the Sun Room with some of the other new patients; he was right that Kakashi would be here instead of the showers. He would have questions of his own (what was Naruto doing? What had happened to konoha during his "absence"?), but for now, Jiraiya knew he had to answer as many as he could of Kakashi's. And Kakashi needed to know that Naruto was from an earlier time.

Naruto still didn't know of Jiraiya's death in the not-so-distant future. Kakashi could very well be from past that time, just like Sakura had been. It was important that he didn't tell Naruto too much about the future just yet--Naruto had already been through enough today. Kakashi needed to know about that, too.

"Kakashi," Jiraiya acknowledged him with a nod, sitting on the couch next to him. "I should have expected you after Sakura showed up last night."

[lostonlifesroad]

Kakashi didn't have to look up from his book to recognize the presence that approached him then. Even before he sat on the couch, Kakashi knew Jiraiya had found him. Of course, he'd made good use of his waiting time; the bulletin the nurse had pointed out to him earlier was apparently quite good for communicating.

Also good for fostering confusion. Renamon had mentioned different times, but Naruto's reply, while reassuring, didn't offer any sensible explanations so far as the processes of their prison were concerned.

"Ah. Sorry I'm late then. I must have overslept." He'd been right about White Fang, though for what it was, it wasn't bad. Something his nindogs would be interested in. But for now, Kakashi did something he did for very few people: closed his book to give Jiraiya his full attention

[toadally4boobs]

He grinned a little at Kakashi's 'excuse', despite everything--well, at least that much hadn't of changed. Jiraiya looked a bit surprised upon hearing that Kakashi had met Renamon. And then, he was grateful that he had met her first, because she would have given Kakashi enough information about Landel's that Jiraiya wouldn't have to supplement it by much

[theroadsofar]

Dean Winchester woke up with a headache the size of Texas.

That sonuvabitch, was his first groggy thought, the hunter wincing a little as he gingerly reached up with one hand and ran a hand through his hair. Yup, there it was: a nice, painful lump when Company Man KOed him, and he didn't even need a mirror to know he'd have some nice bruises after slugging it out with him. Sitting up, Dean wasn't too surprised to find he was no longer upstairs but instead was back in his cell's bed. Probably had dragged his ass downstairs once he was out cold. He had no idea what happened to Tokito. Hopefully the kid was okay, but considering he was against Company Man, Dean didn't exactly have high hopes for him.

And that wasn't even the worst of his problems.

Sammy was still missing. And he was still no closer to finding out where he was.

Dean took a deep breath. Swung his legs over the side of the bed. Marched over to the door and tried the knob. It jiggled but didn't give much. Locked again. Maybe last night had been a fluke and he was

[theroadsofar]

Checking out those huge fists of his, Dean wasn't too keen on tangling with him right now. He wouldn't do Sam or anyone any good if he was unconscious again and that's probably how he'd end up if he went for either of them. He remained where he was.

"We thought it best to let you sleep in, Eric," Hello Nurse said. "We'll get you something to eat in a bit, but why don't I show you around the Institute? You can get acquainted with the others and maybe make some friends."

Eric huh? He could do aliases. Dean stuck with it.

"Yeah, sure," Dean said, putting on a smile to match the nurse's when the last thing he wanted to do was be friendly. "I'm cool with that. I was just wonderin', though," and he put a little bit extra effort into his smile, the kind which usually got women talking, "what this place's called?"

Hello Nurse didn't quite get flustered - too professional for that - but her cheeks reddened a little before she answered. "You're in Landels Institute. We're all here to help you recover

[human_sponge]

[From here. It's still okay, right?]It was no surprise to see that there were some patients crowded around the board. Even if it wasn't exactly secure, it was a good way to gather information and stay in contact with people. Peter would have liked to leave a message for Claire, but he wasn't sure he could take that risk. Sylar could probably crack whatever code he came up with, unfortunately

[theroadsofar]

[Definitely!]

Looked like this place was a hot spot. Dean didn't turn his head but kept track of the guy who joined him with his peripheral vision; he wandered up to the spot, hair wet like he'd just stepped out of a shower, and began eyeballing the board like he'd done this before and scanned it intently, looking for something specific, it seemed. Dean debated for about a second about approaching the kid. He knew there was at least one demon here but it seemed - so far - that whatever this Landels place was, they were all big on keeping up appearances until nightfall. Then it was fair game. This customer was either in on it like Company Man and Punk Ass or he was just an unlucky bastard who got pulled in.

"Hey," Dean said, turning a little to face the kid next to him. And he really was a kid, even geekier looking than Sam, which was somethin' to shoot for. Hell, even his hair was nerdy. "Noticed you were checkin' this out

[byname_bynature]

Artemis didn't want to be separated from Haku, but also didn't want to cling too much and cause a scene. Certainly, he felt they could hold hands in public now, but anything more than that might earn them some unwanted stares and leers. Namely... from Zabuza. Haku could take care of anyone else who thought their relationship was 'inappropriate'.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the only thing on his mind. And he felt that any other thoughts he was having would accompany ones of Renji for a while now. The boy stood at one of the windows in the Sun Room, looking out at the sky. He hoped Renji wasn't here anymore--that he had gone back to where he belonged.

Artemis pressed his hand against the glass of the window, as though that would help him escape, too. This whole business had him feeling very trapped, suddenly.

(For Badou!)

[cigarettes_plz]

Badou was pretty sure it had been all kinds of crazy to volunteer to do this. He had absolutely no skill when it came to comforting hysterical people and usually he had even less interest in trying. But he figured, all things considered, he couldn't really make it worse. Right?

...Ok he could make things worse. But Artemis, smart kid that he was, was desperate enough to ask him to meet up when he was freaking out and Badou had no real reason to turn it down. The kid was easy enough to find. Badou sank his hands into his pockets when he approached. "Yo, Artemis."

[byname_bynature]

When Badou approached and spoke, Artemis looked up at him. His expression was about as far as possible from the cool, confident teenager Badou had seen before. His expression was stoic, and his eyes were haunted. Haku had managed to hold him up during the first few hours of the day, but now that they were separated, Artemis had more time to himself. More time trapped in his own head.

He didn't say anything for a moment, then looked back out the window. "It must be awful to die in prison," he said, as though commenting on the weather. "Especially if the crime was not yours to begin with."

[cigarettes_plz]

"Hello would have been fine too, you know." Badou leaned against the window ledge, back to the view outside. Maybe a little sun would help dry his hair. It might sound callous, but he wasn't unaccostomed to that expression by a long shot. Seeing it on the face of a fourteen-year-old boy was a little too familiar.

"Did he die because of something you did?"

[vessavana]

[From the Showers]

Kunzite felt refreshed for the first time in a long time. No worrying about Sailor Senshi, no concerns about another one of Beryl's idiotic rule...no Master to deal with. Instead, an intriguing chat with another young warrior, a fulfilling meal, and a surprisingly satisfying shower. The swordsman strolled over to the bulletin board, the whole time soaking in the rays from the powerful sunlight beating through the glass ceiling. Skimming through a few personal, uninteresting comments, he laughed, then turned to the individual seated nearby.

"May I sit?" he asked, pointing to the open spot on one of the couches. By his reckoning, there was ample time before the lunch shift for him to update his notebook with information.

[vessavana]

As would be most individuals, Kunzite was quite surprised at the sudden embrace provided by the exuberant young man. The swordsman stood motionless, a look of utter shock and confusion all the while, until he was finally released and the young man expressed his apologies and sense of mistaken identity. Kunzite straightened his shirt, pulled his hair back into a tight ponytail, and shook his head with a smirk.

"No apologies necessary," he replied, bowing to the young man before taking the offered seat. "I, too, have accused others of being who they are not...in a certain manner. My name is Kunzite, leader of the Shitennou." I could use a fair bit of amusement, the swordsman thought quietly, and this one should prove more than adequate in that regard...