As they entered the sun room, Callisto raised her eyes upward in mild curiosity. They'd darkened the room for some reason, though it wasn't nighttime. She might have considered it being some form of torture, but the usual day staff was around, smiling and being as unnaturally friendly as they always were. Her nurse led her toward one of the chairs lined up in neat rows, a different set up than was usual for an afternoon in this room.
It looked as if there might be a performance, except there wasn't any stage. Rather, there was something set up in front of them that reminded her of the devices she'd seen in that strange store back in Doyleton - the one where she'd run into that interesting man. What had his name been again? Scratchy? Hadn't he said something about moving pictures
( ... )
It was the blonde hair and the woman's build that drew Teresa. She knew this woman was not a fellow hybrid, but after ignoring everything at the meal given the news she had received, maybe it was just the need to be around something she considered familiar. Something from home in a place where none of that existed save for her claymore hidden away in her room.
And that something was a blonde-haired female warrior.
"What type of warrior are you?" Teresa leaned against the chair next to the woman.
The other woman had been purposefully ignored until she took a seat and spoke. Callisto watched her out of the corner of narrowed eyes, trying to judge whether or not the question had been intended as an insult. The wording was questionable, but the patient herself appeared genuinely curious. Why was it that she attracted the nosy ones when she wasn't looking for conversation?
And what sort of question was that to ask someone the first time you met them, anyway. The warlord didn't even bother turning her head. "One that's tired of this song and dance routine." There were plenty of descriptive words she could be using for herself, but she didn't even feel like touching on the subject.
She propped one leg up on the back of the chair in front of her, staring at the still-quiet device up front. "What's all this for, anyway?"
Silver gaze steady, Teresa wasn't bothered by the woman's demeanor. Her way of answering the question was interesting, though. In a way, she was feeling similar sentiments and she'd only been there a week. This one must have been here much longer.
She gave a soft hmph. "I agree with that sentiment."
She then looked toward the large screen. "I don't know. This technology is nothing I am familiar with. It is for what Landel is calling a 'movie'. King Kong. Something about a giant ape."
As confused and disoriented as she had been when she woke up, possibly even more so after talking with probably the most circumlocutory talkers in the institute - amusing, but unhelpful when her mind was in such a muddle - Yukari stumbled her way into the Sun Room. Anything about movies or special arrangements entirely slipped her mind - all she was that there were couches and someone had been so kind as to dim the lights and cover the windows.
Moving to the nearest couch, which had been turned to face the projector screen, the youkai took a seat and, after heaving a monumental sigh, slumped right over into the couch arm with a whine. Her head felt fuzzy, she couldn't keep a train of thought and she didn't know where Sheena was.
Sheena was all too happy to get out of the cafeteria the moment the shift changed. Or rather, she would have loved to have bolted out of there, but she simply lacked the energy to do more than immediately stumble away from Reinforce only to be caught by her nurse before her stumble turned into a fall.
Oddly gracious for the support, Sheena put up with her nurse's need to drag her off somewhere to check her temperature to see if her fever had gone down at all. Unfortunately, it was just as high as before, so after a cooling face wash that would only help for a little, the ninja was taken back to the rest of the populace.
When asked where she wanted to go, Sheena weakly replied that she wanted to talk to Violet. She hated using that name for her youkai, but that's what the damn ranch was calling her, so if she wanted Yukari, she'd have to ask this way. Since Yukari's habits were relatively well-known, it wasn't surprising that Sheena was taken to the Sun Room. It's where she would have asked to go had she not felt like rheiard-
( ... )
Yukari's sleep was a tenuous thing in this case - she wasn't so much tired as dazed. It wasn't exhaustion that pushed her towards sleep but simply a very tentative grasp on consciousness that let her drift between dreams and waking. So when a hot, unhappy ninja was dropped on her lap, it actually managed to grab the youkai's attention.
Mumbling, she opened her eyes to see just what was lying on top of her. Managing to identify it as Sheena after a few seconds of consideration, she let her eyes close again as she set a hand on the girl's head to pat her comfortingly.
That got her attention. The feeling of heat against her bare skin, the dampness of sweat in her hair immediately made the youkai sit up and take notice, eyes snapping open and inspecting the ninja a little closer this time.
"...you don't look so good," was Yukari's brilliant diagnosis.
There was a slight sigh when Yukari rest her hand on the ninja's head, but then the youkai sat up and jostled her a little. She peered up with dull eyes before raising a hand to brush against the youkai's cheek.
"Got the flu." She closed her eyes and let her hand fall back down. "Being sick sucks."
The Doctor wasn't real hard to find, considering Dean had to pass through the Sun Room to get outside the cafeteria. Dean paused as he entered the darkened room - it wasn't fear (although fear was always a good thing to have of the dark in this job) but he was definitely a little bit more cautious. Kind of an auto-pilot thing, complete with this itch to check for his sawed-off. It only lasted for a split second as his eyes adjusted to the darkened room, taking in the curtains covering the windows and the rearranged furniture. There were a few folks here and he could make out just enough light to see the Doctor's head.
Dean made for him, and flopped down next to the other patient, not even sure where to start. Trying to explain last night to Sam hadn't really done the real deal any justice.
The movie hadn't started yet. Dean was as much for watching King Kong as the next guy, but there was a difference between checking it out a fuzzy motel TV and being "encouraged" to have a good time by the Landels staff. The crappy motel TV didn'
( ... )
It seemed Dean was ready to talk. The Doctor glanced at the man who had just joined him, giving him a brief nod in lieu of a greeting.
"The shields were up," he answered. "The last thing I can remember was leaving the time vortex; we were, well... 'landing', you could say. Nothing should have been able to get at us as long as we were in the TARDIS."
Sometimes things could get in the TARDIS, but taking things out was another matter entirely. It wasn't exactly impossible, but it was very, very improbable. It shouldn't have happened, and it shouldn't have been able to happen twice: first when he'd originally arrived at Landel's, and now this.
And everything had started while they'd still been in the time vortex. That shortened an already short list of possibilities to next to nothing that could have been capable of it.
"I don't know what happened. It shouldn't have happened. Whatever technology this Institute has access to... it's good. Very... very good. Good enough to get into a TARDIS and past TARDIS shields, and that's
( ... )
It was like every time the Doctor opened his mouth that he tossed all this stuff into Dean's lap that was even more insane then the first. Dean guessed now he was supposed to believe that not only could the Doctor time travel, but he could also travel the universe...in a wood box that was apparently protected against vacuum and death rays. Dean was already fighting off the urge to rub at his forehead.
This wasn't helping narrow any of this down.
"Okay, so you're big on galactic roadtrips," Dean said. There might've been a little sarcasm in there, but he couldn't help it - he couldn't even believe he was still talking about this stuff like it was anything more than just theory or goofing around. "You've gotta have some suspects. Any idea what we could be looking at
( ... )
"Oh, yes; I am," the Doctor agreed. 'Galactic roadtrip' might not have been the phrase he would have used, but it was certainly fitting... aside from there being no roads involved. Just the time vortex. "With a ship that can go to any time and place, you can't possibly think I'd restrict myself to only visiting one planet when there are so many more out there to see."
As for getting past the shields, well... If he were to be perfectly honest, the TARDIS shields weren't in as great a shape as they could have been these days, but a tribophysical waveform macro-kinetic extrapolator had also been integrated into them to make up for shortcomings. Excepting the very, very advanced, nothing should have gotten past the closed doors.
"Of course I've got suspects. The Daleks, for one, at the height of their power. Huon particles, certain transcendental beings, or those capable of transcendental engineering... Well, it's not the Daleks. If it were, I can't think anyone here would still be alive
( ... )
Rika needed a few minutes to think, and so she had quietly had her brunch of pancakes and fruit in a corner of the cafeteria. She thought she had a good understanding now of what had happened the night before. The sea of kakera...they'd somehow managed to harness a little bit of it. Or connect to it. That was the only explanation that made sense.
She curled up on one of the couches, and the kitten from that morning curled up next to her. "Hello," she said, petting it gently.
There was some kind of movie supposedly playing, but she didn't really care about that. She had things to think about and a kitten to cuddle, and that was okay.
After the night and the morning, she was content with the simplicity of solitude. After what had transpired, had gone before. Perhaps she should have sought out Ikari, but here it remained. She had agreed to the default room without thought, content to remain as she was for a little while longer.
Her feelings, however, were not to be taken into account. There was nothing like surprise in this. She followed docilely as the nurse differed, leading her over to a small girl. "Try to get along with Rachel, all right, dear?" The woman smiled. Rei stared at her. When the woman left, she sat on the other end, but made no movement to initiate any kind of interaction.
The kitten in Rika's lap nuzzled her one more time, then jumped off her lap. A moment later, the orange kitten walked over to Rei and put a single paw on her hand, as if it was saying hello. "I think Mimi wants to say hi," Rika said, smiling a little.
It seemed like the girl was a little shy, and she wouldn't push. Enough bad things happened in this place that Rika could certainly understand that. She herself had been lost in thought, considering a thousand different fragments of time and how they could all be harnessed by a single person.
Interacting with others wasn't something altogether wanted. With a child and cat, things became somewhat strange. Rei had never made a habit of being around either, penguin aside. So when the kitten moved to Rei's side, pressing a paw against skin, Ayanami stared downward for a moment. The pad was warm, lined with soft fur. She slowly moved her other hand upward, offering the fingertips for the animal to investigate.
Only then did she turn her attention to the girl, Ayanami's eyes still carefully on the animal. "How do you know?" That it wanted to say hello. There certainly wasn't any clarity that Rei could see.
Though Claude wanted to move as little as possible, part of him couldn't help but feel grateful when his nurse led him out of the cafeteria. His conversation with Haseo had been kind of awkward, to say the least, and the smell of breakfast foods hadn't done much for his stomach. His nurse was concerned that he hadn't eaten much, but Claude didn't have much to say to her about it
( ... )
When Anise exited the Cafeteria, she saw that the Sun Room had been transformed while she was eating. The sunlight was blocked with a cover over the ceiling, and the furniture was arranged in rows, all facing in one direction. That's right; they were saying something about a 'movie
( ... )
The couch bounced a little from another patient falling into place beside him. Whoever it was, it didn't feel like they weighed very much. Maybe it was a kid? Claude didn't immediately look over at them, thinking that whoever it was probably just wanted to enjoy the movie in peace. When he heard a sudden, girlish squeak, though, he visibly jumped and sharply turned his face toward the source
( ... )
He recognized her just from her voice? That made Anise kind of happy, though this wasn't really the time to be thinking about that.
"Boooo! How can I not worry when I see you looking like this?" Anise protested with a pout. Eye damage was really serious! Was he going to recover? She was about to ask, but quickly realized it was a bad idea. Few things were certain at Landel's, and if Claude didn't know if he'd have his full sight back, it was probably best not to push that subject
( ... )
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As they entered the sun room, Callisto raised her eyes upward in mild curiosity. They'd darkened the room for some reason, though it wasn't nighttime. She might have considered it being some form of torture, but the usual day staff was around, smiling and being as unnaturally friendly as they always were. Her nurse led her toward one of the chairs lined up in neat rows, a different set up than was usual for an afternoon in this room.
It looked as if there might be a performance, except there wasn't any stage. Rather, there was something set up in front of them that reminded her of the devices she'd seen in that strange store back in Doyleton - the one where she'd run into that interesting man. What had his name been again? Scratchy? Hadn't he said something about moving pictures ( ... )
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And that something was a blonde-haired female warrior.
"What type of warrior are you?" Teresa leaned against the chair next to the woman.
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And what sort of question was that to ask someone the first time you met them, anyway. The warlord didn't even bother turning her head. "One that's tired of this song and dance routine." There were plenty of descriptive words she could be using for herself, but she didn't even feel like touching on the subject.
She propped one leg up on the back of the chair in front of her, staring at the still-quiet device up front. "What's all this for, anyway?"
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She gave a soft hmph. "I agree with that sentiment."
She then looked toward the large screen. "I don't know. This technology is nothing I am familiar with. It is for what Landel is calling a 'movie'. King Kong. Something about a giant ape."
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Moving to the nearest couch, which had been turned to face the projector screen, the youkai took a seat and, after heaving a monumental sigh, slumped right over into the couch arm with a whine. Her head felt fuzzy, she couldn't keep a train of thought and she didn't know where Sheena was.
In a few seconds she was asleep again.
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Oddly gracious for the support, Sheena put up with her nurse's need to drag her off somewhere to check her temperature to see if her fever had gone down at all. Unfortunately, it was just as high as before, so after a cooling face wash that would only help for a little, the ninja was taken back to the rest of the populace.
When asked where she wanted to go, Sheena weakly replied that she wanted to talk to Violet. She hated using that name for her youkai, but that's what the damn ranch was calling her, so if she wanted Yukari, she'd have to ask this way. Since Yukari's habits were relatively well-known, it wasn't surprising that Sheena was taken to the Sun Room. It's where she would have asked to go had she not felt like rheiard- ( ... )
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Mumbling, she opened her eyes to see just what was lying on top of her. Managing to identify it as Sheena after a few seconds of consideration, she let her eyes close again as she set a hand on the girl's head to pat her comfortingly.
That got her attention. The feeling of heat against her bare skin, the dampness of sweat in her hair immediately made the youkai sit up and take notice, eyes snapping open and inspecting the ninja a little closer this time.
"...you don't look so good," was Yukari's brilliant diagnosis.
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"Got the flu." She closed her eyes and let her hand fall back down. "Being sick sucks."
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Dean made for him, and flopped down next to the other patient, not even sure where to start. Trying to explain last night to Sam hadn't really done the real deal any justice.
The movie hadn't started yet. Dean was as much for watching King Kong as the next guy, but there was a difference between checking it out a fuzzy motel TV and being "encouraged" to have a good time by the Landels staff. The crappy motel TV didn' ( ... )
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"The shields were up," he answered. "The last thing I can remember was leaving the time vortex; we were, well... 'landing', you could say. Nothing should have been able to get at us as long as we were in the TARDIS."
Sometimes things could get in the TARDIS, but taking things out was another matter entirely. It wasn't exactly impossible, but it was very, very improbable. It shouldn't have happened, and it shouldn't have been able to happen twice: first when he'd originally arrived at Landel's, and now this.
And everything had started while they'd still been in the time vortex. That shortened an already short list of possibilities to next to nothing that could have been capable of it.
"I don't know what happened. It shouldn't have happened. Whatever technology this Institute has access to... it's good. Very... very good. Good enough to get into a TARDIS and past TARDIS shields, and that's ( ... )
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This wasn't helping narrow any of this down.
"Okay, so you're big on galactic roadtrips," Dean said. There might've been a little sarcasm in there, but he couldn't help it - he couldn't even believe he was still talking about this stuff like it was anything more than just theory or goofing around. "You've gotta have some suspects. Any idea what we could be looking at ( ... )
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As for getting past the shields, well... If he were to be perfectly honest, the TARDIS shields weren't in as great a shape as they could have been these days, but a tribophysical waveform macro-kinetic extrapolator had also been integrated into them to make up for shortcomings. Excepting the very, very advanced, nothing should have gotten past the closed doors.
"Of course I've got suspects. The Daleks, for one, at the height of their power. Huon particles, certain transcendental beings, or those capable of transcendental engineering... Well, it's not the Daleks. If it were, I can't think anyone here would still be alive ( ... )
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She curled up on one of the couches, and the kitten from that morning curled up next to her. "Hello," she said, petting it gently.
There was some kind of movie supposedly playing, but she didn't really care about that. She had things to think about and a kitten to cuddle, and that was okay.
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Her feelings, however, were not to be taken into account. There was nothing like surprise in this. She followed docilely as the nurse differed, leading her over to a small girl. "Try to get along with Rachel, all right, dear?" The woman smiled. Rei stared at her. When the woman left, she sat on the other end, but made no movement to initiate any kind of interaction.
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It seemed like the girl was a little shy, and she wouldn't push. Enough bad things happened in this place that Rika could certainly understand that. She herself had been lost in thought, considering a thousand different fragments of time and how they could all be harnessed by a single person.
"I'm Rika," she added, almost as an afterthought.
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Only then did she turn her attention to the girl, Ayanami's eyes still carefully on the animal. "How do you know?" That it wanted to say hello. There certainly wasn't any clarity that Rei could see.
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"Boooo! How can I not worry when I see you looking like this?" Anise protested with a pout. Eye damage was really serious! Was he going to recover? She was about to ask, but quickly realized it was a bad idea. Few things were certain at Landel's, and if Claude didn't know if he'd have his full sight back, it was probably best not to push that subject ( ... )
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