Day 38: Sun Room

[paper_murdock]

Matt had to bite his tongue hard to keep from insisting he would be perfectly comfortable in the library, really, and could he please stop being led around like freaking cattle? As the nurse drew him into the empty Sun Room, the answer to that seemed to be a resounding 'No

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[hajike_tobiume]

Sitting in the corner of a couch, Momo pulled her legs up underneath her and wrapped her arms about herself. She was fairly close to the door so she could see Rangiku when the woman arrived. Then later on, Ichimaru would arrive.

She didn't want to see Ichimaru. She didn't want to talk to Ichimaru. She didn't want to listen to Ichimaru, but she had to. For now.

The small shinigami just wanted to crawl back into her bed. This was too much. It was all too much. Who would she lose next?

[for Rangiku]

[fuyunohanabi]

She'd not managed to actually eat anything during breakfast, seemed to have lost her appetite in fact, but she felt a little more composed. How long that would last, particularly when meeting with Hinamori, was debatable.

She spotted Hinamori after a moment's search and went over to her, wrapping her arms easily around her and hugging her tightly.

[hajike_tobiume]

Thankfully, Momo saw Rangiku coming. Knowing what the woman was going to do and having had enough time to prepare for it, she willingly accepted the embrace, hugging the other shinigami back. Momo had been so angry since she'd seen Ichimaru's attempt to take over Arts & Crafts that she'd managed to hold back her pain and anguish surrounding Hitsugaya's death.

Rangiku's hug broke it all free again. Burying her face in the woman's chest, Momo started crying again. It wasn't a loud sob, but her small body shook and the thin shirt against her face was quickly soaked through.

"W-why... Why did we let him go?"

[fuyunohanabi]

It hurt to see Hinamori so broken sounding, so desperate and Rangiku's arms tightened around the younger shinigami. She pulled her close, rocking her slightly and stroking her hair with one hand while blinking back tears of her own.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. They shouldn't have let him go. Carrying on with a stupid funeral while one of their own went off alone. Renji would have smacked them all for being so utterly stupid.

[secret_orchard]

Talking to Hughes was re-assuring in the sense that he seemed willing to listen to Armand's ideas, see the merit in them and yet not expect miracles. Something about that gave Armand heart. After what had just happened to him, Armand still had an inward tendency to flinch away even from his own thoughts and worries. Right now, he had several things on his mind though.

He managed to talk his nurse into leaving him in the Sun Room without correcting her about his name. The little accomplishment made him feel proud of himself. He needed to catch up on the bulletin board news. As Hughes had hinted, some of it was dire indeed. Some of it was very annoying.

As he read and even wrote out a note or two of his own, Armand kept an eye out for his friends, either TK-622 or Citan Uzuki. TK had a higher priority since he'd seen Armand last night and knew something was wrong. Armand wanted to let him know he wasn't dying.

[for TK-622]

[loyal_soldier]

TK headed to the sun room after the morning meal, having seen Armand on his way there ahead of him in the crowd. He just had the bloody nurse to contend with, so he couldn't go fast enough to catch up with him.

He finally got rid of the nurse at the entrance to the Sun Room and headed straight for Armand, giving his friend a very slight smile as he walked over. "Good morning." He wanted to ask how Armand was feeling, but he didn't want to force Armand into saying anything if the truth serum was still in effect.

[secret_orchard]

Hearing that familiar, deep voice brought a smile almost automatically to Armand's face, but it faded as soon as he saw how worried his friend was still. "Oh there you are! I was w--" He tried to say he was worried, though that wasn't exactly it and the word would not come out of his mouth. After a pause to think through what he meant to say, Armand finally said, "I wanted to be sure you knew how I was." That didn't say much of anything, so apparently was safe. He'd not had so much trouble talking to Hughes.

He blushed and looked down, moving away from the bulletin board and closer to the small area protected by his friend's presence. "I'm afraid something is still up. More than questions, less than speaking my every notion." He sighed. "Why can't the evil men here just leave us alone!"

[loyal_soldier]

TK switched over to his seeming default expression of confusion. "We can just see how things go. And I'll remember to not ask questions unless you say otherwise." He sat down on a nearby couch, looking up at Armand. "And they aren't likely to leave us alone. They wouldn't have gone to all of the trouble of getting us here if they were going to do that. We just have to keep doing everything we can to make things difficult for them."

[windstwilight]

Legs? Didn't work so well when you had something in your system plus a sedative. Granted, this was preferable to thinking about everything... like Shinigami, and Nobodies, and people dying. And more people dying. Yeah. Tripping over yourself and running head-first into a wall was preferable.

Still, she made it to the sun room more or less fine. Senna didn't trust herself to stand in the sunlight like she had the past few days, and instead flopped in the closest couch that she saw. Maybe she'd just doze off or something.

[Meche!]

[sheisthecause]

Meche was here to take Kaiji's advice--look at the bulletin board and think about joining a club. Maybe she could even ask if anyone had seen Manny. His roommate might know something. That thought encouraged her a little.

She was on her way across the room when she noticed a familiar face; Senna was sitting on one of the couches, looking a little out of it. Yuna wasn't with her this time, and she looked like she could use some company. Well, Meche was in a slightly better mood after breakfast than she had been for the last few days; she might as well put herself out there a little. In any case, she wanted to hear more about what Senna had been going to say when they had to leave.

"Good morning," she said, sitting down on the couch next to the girl. "Taking a nap already?"

[windstwilight]

She was watching the shadows the light made. Not introspecting or anything like that--just watching, and accepting the different aspects to life. Then someone sat down next to her.

Senna remembered the woman from town when she had been feeding the horse. Her name was... something with an M that reminded her of a car... Meche, she thought firmly in her hazed state. Or something like that. The one who lived in a world where everybody was dead.

Senna blinked lazily at Meche, attempting a loose smile. "Morning. Nah. I wish. Been a rough... Hell. It's been rough."

[sheisthecause]

"Tell me about it," Meche commiserated, leaning back against the couch. She could kill for a cigarette. Something to calm her nerves and occupy her hands. She thought she'd kicked that nervous habit after she left Domino, but she guessed she'd better be sure, now that she had lungs to ruin again. Good thing they weren't giving her any; the way she was feeling, she'd've smoked the whole pack before the end of the shift.

"Anything in particular?" she asked. "Or is it just the Landel's blues in general?"

[jokers_wildcard]

[a Harley for Matt?]

For close to a week already, Meesy had been looking rather green around the gills. All she had done was lie in bed... It was weird. One would think a hospital would be equipped to handle random bugs lickity split. But this morning, Harley woke up to find the room empty. Likely that was due to sleeping in. She'd missed breakfast and everything. If she was wandering around, maybe the girl had gotten better.

Her nurse didn't volunteer any information regarding her roommate. Ohh, no. All she did was talk about dragging Harley to the library of all places. The library. Of all places, why there?! The library made her think of that super fun night with the homicidal white bug thing. Plus she'd probably explode from restlessness

[paper_murdock]

Matt frowned when it seemed as though company was to be forced on him and he sat up a bit straighter, ragging a hand over his red hair to smooth it out slightly.

Smiling, he nodded politely to the nurse and shifted to make room for 'Ms Dumas.'

Oh good. She had a sense of humor. He laughed slightly and shrugged. "So it would seem," he said. He'd been casually listening to the others in the room and everyone seemed ... tense. "Perhaps it's something in the water. I'm Matt. Matt Murdock," he offered.

[jokers_wildcard]

Whoa. A laugh! There really wasn't much of that in this place, now was there? That was enough to get her smiling herself. Hey, maybe she wasn't being saddled with another grump this time. Maybe.

"Heya, Matt-o. Harley Quinn," she responded, already sounding a bit more chipper. Though she had turned to him, she wasn't paying such close attention that she would notice his lack of eye contact. "Maybe everyone's just grumpy cause of therapy. Sittin' in a room gettin' grilled by some hack doc don't sound like the best way to spend an afternoon, ya know?"

She somewhat looked forward to it at Arkham since person-to-person interaction didn't happen all that often, and it got boring being alone. This place luckily didn't have that problem.

[paper_murdock]

Sitting up a bit more, Matt started to pay a bit more attention. "Therapy? Sounds interesting," he offered, hoping for more information. "If a little dull, yeah. Well, Miss Quinn, what sorts of things to they offer around here in the way of 'fun'? I haven't been here too long myself."

He was fishing for information, not sure what he should ask or be looking for in the first place.

[contentincloset]

Kurogane had felt bad in the Cafeteria, but by the time he had gotten to the next room it had gotten worse. He still felt sick but now, for some weird reason, his right ear was itching. Not the outside either, but the inside where it was impossible to scratch. Still, he had a finger twisting in his ear, trying to make it better. He had a seat on the couch, growling because he couldn't make the itching stop or get the sick feeling to go away or even get the taste of the milk out of his mouth! This was so damn annoying!

[tonytonydoctor]

Chopper had been looking forward to going to the library, but his enthusiasm died when an inquiry to his nurse revealed it didn't have any medical texts. Other books were fine and all, but he'd been wanting to spend some time reading about this world's medical practices... He'd gotten to look through Raine's books the other night, but he'd only been looking for information about the medicines from Usopp then.

Disappointed, he decided to stay in the sun room. He liked the room well enough, and oh! there was the bulletin board! He made a mental note to start checking it more often.

For now, though, he decided to do his best to meet someone new. There was a man sitting on a couch that had one finger stuck in his ear, as if it itched. Nervously (he looked pretty grumpy, after all), Chopper decided to approach him.

"Um, is..." he started. "Is something wrong with your ear?"

[contentincloset]

A voice Kurogane didn't know caught in his only open ear, and he looked down, even more down that he did when he was sitting starting at Ururu, to see a boy. He'd seen the kid around, but didn't know who he was or why the hell he'd come over as ask about his ear.

"What's it to you?" he growled, mood talking more than anything. Unless the kid knew how to make it stop (though Kurogane wouldn't let anyone near his ears if he had any say about it!), then there was no reason for him to be prying!

[tonytonydoctor]

Chopper let out a soft shriek when the man growled at him, and quickly ran around the couch to (attempt to) hide. He was scary! Was he mad? All Chopper had done was ask about his ear!

The former reindeer watched the scary man from his hiding place for a moment, oblivious to the fact that he was not actually hidden at all.