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Day 43: Intercom, Noon

Aug 17, 2009 06:01

I.R.I.S. here again, and we continue to hope that you are enjoying your temporary stay at Landel's Institute! We hope that our staff have proved adequate for your needs so far, and we are now ready to showcase an uncommon - but vital - aspect of the lives of our future patients. Once every week, we will allow 'visitors' from the outside world to ( Read more... )

feldt, lockon (neil), intercom, abe sapien, dist, dick grayson, hime, setsuna, tenpou

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bprd_fishman August 17 2009, 15:06:32 UTC

Abraham Sapien woke up with his skin feeling very dry. It wasn't uncommon these days, what with having to sleep sitting up in bathtubs rather than floating in his luxuriously large tank in the BPRD, but today he felt especially unclammy. And someone had turned off the shower. With his eyes still closed he reached up behind him and fumbled for the shower faucet, slapping the wall in sleepy confusion a few times until he realized the faucet wasn't there at all ( ... )

subtlethreat August 18 2009, 00:37:33 UTC

Tenpou Gensui was supposed to be dead. The fact of the matter was, as he was shaken awake, he had been under the impression that he was. It was logical to assume he had died, after all: the blow had been fatal, there was no doubt about it. He had slipped into inky darkness, visions of a reunion of Kenren briefly flashing before his tired, weak eyes as they slid closed for the last time ( ... )

subtlethreat August 18 2009, 23:33:36 UTC

[Gone here.]

irishpirational August 18 2009, 01:02:47 UTC

Lockon woke up.

That was a pretty big surprise in and of itself. He hadn't really been expecting that. Maybe some kind of afterlife--he wasn't entirely sure what sort he believed in, but it would make sense that there'd be something--but it definitely wasn't supposed to feel like this. This was a hospital bed; that suggested that he'd been healed. And that was more than a little surreal. Even going into battle that last time, he hadn't expected to survive; by the end he'd known he wouldn't. But he didn't even feel injured.

He sat up and stared down at his hands, turning them over again and again. No gloves, but that wasn't really a surprise. He'd have to ask for new ones. That was a good thing to focus on: getting his gloves back. That way he didn't have to worry about how he'd survived, who'd picked him up, or what waited for him now (there shouldn't have been anything; he was done, didn't they know that ( ... )

irishpirational August 18 2009, 04:01:11 UTC

[gone here]

raisedbyharos August 18 2009, 02:53:02 UTC

When Feldt woke up, it took her a few seconds to get her bearings. The fact that there was gravity was definitely something that threw her off a bit at first. The last few things she remembered, she was still in space. She didn't have any recollection of coming back down to Earth, or, at least, getting to a place where gravity actually existed. Christina and Lichty had both died, and she hadn't had any time to properly grieve for their deaths. She had to get right back to work, considering that they were still in the middle of battle at the time it had happened. It just didn't seem completely real that they were gone, though. Feldt almost expected to hear Christina's voice, talking about how quiet everything was at the moment, and how it was really awkward when it was that quiet ( ... )

raisedbyharos August 18 2009, 05:01:15 UTC

[gone here!]

world_makeover August 18 2009, 06:42:40 UTC

It disturbed Dist a little, how quickly he'd become accustomed to sleeping in his cell. He hadn't even been there very long, but he supposed that the mind could get used to things very quickly. He didn't usually deviate from his habits so he tended to forget.

This was relevant because he very quickly recognized that he was not where he used to be, even without opening his eyes. The bed was more comfortable, at least, but it was still a bit unsettling. He blinked his eyes open, glancing around for a bit before sitting up and giving the room a more thorough once-over. It was... boring, really. Just two beds, white walls, bright lights, and quite possibly the least fashionable clothes he'd ever worn in his life(even moreso than when he was young, before he'd really developed good[in his mind] taste). Bad enough that they didn't let him keep his makeup after he was arrested, they had to take his clothes too? In addition, his glasses were on, which was odd, since he always removed them before sleeping to prevent them from getting bent. He ( ... )