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[soul_scatter]

Who: soul_scatter AND YOU!
When: Monday - Wednesday (12th-14th)
Where: Skye
Summary: Hospital visitations for Kuchiki
Warnings: Grumpy taichou, arrogant assholery... Also, if coming to visit, you've been screened by calm_tempest, just remember she will be scary at you. Action/Prose totally cool.

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Monday, nearing 2:00PM (Prepare for a brain break, Kuchiki.)

[icy_heavens]

It's a little later than Hitsugaya had intended to be, but he'd found himself stopping to help people with heavy loads and scratch a stray puppy behind its ears. He might have taken it home with him, but it'd be wrong to do something like that without consulting Kuchiki first, so he'd just dropped it off at a shelter instead.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he's aware that this behaviour is outright bizarre for him, and is even aware why he must be doing this. But to hell with that. How often does he get to feel happy, anyway?

And though Unohana-taichou had regarded him strangely, she'd seen no reason not to let him inside. So here he is.

He pokes his head inside, and oddity of oddities, there's a smile on his face. Even people who smile more than a couple of times a year shouldn't be doing so in this situation. And yet he is.

"Kuchiki-taichou. I'm a little later than I intended to be, but I had a few extra things to take care of." Even his tone is considerably brighter than usual.

WHY SO ADORABLE HITSU?

[soul_scatter]

Byakuya decided one thing while sitting in his hospital bed. He hated television. He found it trite, voyeuristic, and boring. The reading material that one of the volunteers had come around with hadn't been much better. Thankfully, he had his NV and could do some things - like send a mass email to his students and Ella, telling them of canceled classes for the week, and a few other things.

Unfortunately, that didn't allow him to do much else. The games bored him or were too simple, there wasn't anyone to play Go or Chess against and, frankly, he just wanted to bang his head against a wall until he passed out.

His eyes flicked up when he felt Hitsugaya's reiatsu. He was relieved that he was finally going to be getting something constructive to do. (It made him miss the division. If he'd been hurt in Soul Society, Renji was always willing to bring him paperwork from either the division or the estate.)

An eyebrow ticked up at the... happy looking taichou. He eyed his tea suspiciously for a moment, but he hadn't drank any yet. "Of

CLEARLY, IT'S BECAUSE HE'S HIGH.

[icy_heavens]

It had just been a quick little lunch, and he wouldn't have ordered anything so ridiculous sounding as a Winter Wonderland, but Caster has this odd way with words and can occasionally talk him into harmless things. And surely this is harmless, right? How can it be anything but harmless when he's in the best mood he's been in for ages?

Nevermind he doesn't usually use Kuchiki's title unless they're discussing very serious matters. The title is important; using it is the considerate thing to do.

He enters the room proper, and his stride is dangerously close to having a bounce in it. He's been like this ever since the cafe, and though his mood may be drastically altered, his intelligence hasn't been dampened. It's obviously an effect of the drink. But he's too far under the effect to care.

He lightly sets the briefcase in Kuchiki's lap, then scans the room with eyes that are wider than normal. Kuchiki is probably going stir crazy in here. That won't do. "I take it you must be quite bored."

[[OOC: The most brilliant thing

OBVIOUSLY. Cheek Pinching may have to happen!

[soul_scatter]

Byakuya treasured having paperwork to do. His fingers immediately popped the kidou locks on his briefcase and rooted through it. Everything looked to be in order and he had remembered the papers that had to be graded.

He glanced up at the suggestion and then looked at the blank television. He'd shut it off in disgust after an hour.

"I will manage. I do not understand the entertainment people find in certain mortal world conventions." Television sucks okay?

[[OOC: Obviously, this needs to happen now. Bya's attention will be more on Hitsu than the game, but YES.]]

Monday 1000

[makes_asteroids]

He lightly rapted his knuckles against the doorway, oversized coffee cup in his hand, tie still tightened, labcoat hanging easily, metal clip of ID's mostly tucked into his chest pocket.

"Kuchiki-taichou."

[soul_scatter]

Kuchiki glanced up, thumbing through some sort of novel that the volunteer had brought him. There's a mostly empty tea cup near him. He carefully picked it up and sipped before nodding in greeting.

"Xavier-sensei, come in."

He rested the book on his legs, willing to be distracted. Hopefully, Hitsugaya-taichou would bring his briefcase soon.

[makes_asteroids]

"Thank you." He walked in, body language just slightly careful, pointing to over doing it himself lately and a little bit of concealer hid the bruise marring his jaw, though he was so accustomed to concealing injuries most would never have noticed. Unohana had, he had no doubt. Likewise, he had little doubt either would escape Kuchiki's attention.

"You are looking well." He'd expected much worse.

[soul_scatter]

Byakuya noticed, but said nothing. It wasn't his business. Yet. However, he would speak to Unohana about double checking on the good doctor.

"Unohana-taichou is very thorough and very well versed in caring for injured shinigami." Never mind that he probably should have been in the hospital shortly after he arrived. If she'd been here, he probably would have been. Cutting your own tendons produces owies.

Monday 4:15pm

[blondandperfect]

It wasn't just Ella who found out classes were cancelled. In the end, this and that happened and the spoiled princess ended up being the one to visit rather than the apprentice. Many, many hours later.

Meeting Unohana was rather.. Jarring, to say the least, though with the 'advantage' of having never been in a hospital before, there ended up being more hand-holding than anything else.

And so the blonde, clad in an orange sweater, scarf, and white pants, walks into the room carrying a gift wrapped in two ribbons, one white and one black.

She knew in her mind this was going to work hook, line, and sinker. A chance of a lifetime!

BRB RUNNING AWAY... errr. HI HATTIE HOW ARE YOU?

[soul_scatter]

Byakuya frowned at the report he was correcting. The Japanese was almost perfect, however he despaired of the young man ever getting the deeper meanings behind the poetry. Bamboo wasn't only a phallic representation. He wrote a note in the corner of the paper that perhaps the boy should concentrate on the death poems and leave the love poems alone.

He felt someone arrive at the door and didn't look up. Probably just another volunteer - or a nurse bringing another tea. He glanced to the side. No, not tea. He still had plenty. He'd bring it up with Unohana later about getting one of his blends.

"Come in." He said absently. There were advantages to being Unohana's personal patient. No one would get past her that he didn't want to.

<----(>_< ) Get over here!!

[blondandperfect]

And so Hattie peeked her head into the room, "Kuchiki-taichou?" Just peeking to make sure he wasn't covered in blood or something. And he wasn't! With a bright smile she slipped into the room and wasted little time approaching the bedside.

And she raised her free hand to her chest, "When I heard the news.. I was -so- worried. Thank goodness you're all right.. That is, are you all right? How are you feeling?"

And by the looks of things.. It seems she's by herself.

NO I DUN WANNA!

[soul_scatter]

Byakuya looked over the report in his hand, more than a little surprised that Hattie was here. He didn't grimace, but his eyes slid half-closed and he would be talking to Unohana about his recovery being set back. Just how had Hattie gotten past her?

None of his thoughts showed on his face - he was too well trained for something like that to happen.

"I am fine." He put down the report. She'd come alone... where was Ella?

Tuesday, about 9:30AM

[hybrid_prodigy]

Had Gohan heard about this sooner, he would have come before now. But since he hadn't, here he was.

He'd come straight from class, which he was honestly surprised hadn't been cancelled today, what with that weird localized storm. But finals would be rescheduled, so he had some extra time to prepare for those. Nevermind he was pretty prepared already.

The nice lady doctor had kindly told him where Kuchiki-taichou's room was when he asked, and he'd smiled and thanked her before heading up.

He poked his head inside the door to see him sitting upright in the bed. Oh, good. He wouldn't be waking him up. "Hey, Kuchiki-taichou? Is it okay if I visit?"

[soul_scatter]

Byakuya was enjoying the poetry that Xavier-sensei had brought to him. He might use some of the poems in his class to illustrate the preciseness and imagery within Japanese poetry. Western poets tended to be far more verbose.

He looked up, feeling a presence at the door. His eyes softened, seeing Gohan in the doorway. "Of course, Gohan-san. Come in." He marked his page and set it to the side.

[hybrid_prodigy]

He smiled. "Oh, good. Unohana-sensei said it would be okay, but I just wanted to make sure."

Now that he was sure of his welcome, he came into the room, textbook still tucked under his arm. Dropping it off back at Nueva Las Noches beforehand just struck him as silly, since he'd be going there after this anyway. Honestly, he barely paid it any mind.

"I'm really glad you're okay. I know somebody who got killed by those things." He plopped himself into the chair next to the bed. "He's back now, but still."

[soul_scatter]

"I will recover." He assured the young man. He took note of the book in his arms, but said nothing.

"Unohana-taichou is very good at what she does." Even though that included keeping him in bed until he'd recovered some.

"You are well?"

He sincerely hoped Gohan wasn't going to go out and start looking for those things.

Monday, Just after morning sirens

[gavesugar]

Sheila's brought along something small and sweet-smelling to Byakuya's hospital room - a tiny african violet plant. Her smile is bright but she looks rather exhausted as she enters the room. "Art mending well," she declares quietly..

[soul_scatter]

He was waiting on Hitsugaya to bring him paperwork. He was bored and what passed for entertainment around here was worse than any student kabuki play he'd ever been to.

honestly, who cared about... He snapped the TV off in irritation and sipped his tea. Perhaps Unohana would let him go home. Hitsugaya was perfectly capable of...

"I am fine, Sheila-sama." Bored, cranky and more than a bit achy, but fine.

[gavesugar]

At least she's somewhat entertaining, no? She looks tired, but quite relieved to see him.

"La, I am glad to see it. Does this place give thee proper care?" She glances about the room, wondering again at how modern medicine manages to get anything accomplished with so much frippery and buttons and metal and sharp edges.