Day 54: Sun Room

[mustbethesuit]

[From here. All your top posts shall be mine.]Peter entered the Sun Room with a dour expression. Goody, he was the first one here. Fancy that. Pick of the couches was his then. Eeeny meeny miney...moe. Peter stalked over to what he knew from experience was the fluffiest couch in the room and eased himself into its downy soft embrace. Ordinarily he

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[corvus_veritas]

[From here.]So this was the Sun Room. Definitely looked a lot more comforting than the recreational field littered with angry soldiers. The quiet atmosphere was a relief from everything that had gone on today. That was probably because hardly anyone was in here right now. Byrne figured the number would increase quickly, considering all the victims of that damn gas who'd also want somewhere to relax

[laguz_decoy]

[from here]

As they headed toward the Sun Room, Ranulf kept a mental note of the passageways they were walking through, making sure to memorize it so he could draw it all out later.

Flo opened the doors, and the Sun Room looked the same as ever. Most of the other patients there looked as if they had met with the unfortunate cloud as well. It was odd... Ranulf had never seen the Institute react this way toward patients, at least during the daytime. It only motivated him more to try and find a way out, as soon as possible

[corvus_veritas]

It didn't make any sense. There were only a few people Byrne knew who would dare use the Yatagarasu's symbol like that, and there were fewer that even knew the term 'Little Thief', assuming the nickname wasn't a coincidence. No no no, it couldn't be a coincidence, it was the name of his secret weapon for crying out loud, and only his teammates knew of it. What were the chances that one of them could also be here? Byrne pondered the possibility, no matter how unrealistic or horrifying it was. If Badd were here, then that raised several more questions, mostly related to Kay and none of which Byrne hoped were true. He'd asked the detective to watch Kay for him, but if Badd had also been taken here, what would happen to her? Worst case scenarios played through Byrne's head for a moment. No. She had to be alright. Badd couldn't be here. He was there, protecting her, and he was alright too. Neither of them were here, they were both safe. They had to be. Had to

[laguz_decoy]

Ranulf's eyes widened at that comment. This morning? This poor man probably didn't even know what was going on... or how hellish this place was. At least his grip was firm. You needed strength to survive this place.

""Nowhere safe" would be an understatement." he replied, a wry smile and a small chuckle to accompany it. "I've been here for a week, and I've never seen anything like what happened this morning." He opened the journal, showing Byrne the map he had filled out so far. As he was talking, he began sketching in the places he'd walked through today.

"I was a guide where I originated from... if you have any questions, I could be of assistance?" His smile turned from wry to joking. "I don't exactly have any place to rush off to."

[bitpartgod]

[from here]

There were army men in the Sun Room as well, as it turned out, so Kibitoshin's decision to stay inside hadn't exactly been an act of tactical genius, but on the whole it was better than freezing outside. Especially while his nose resembled a running tap from all that horrible-- stuff in the cafeteria. His nurse had loaned him a tissue or three, but something told the Kaioshin he was going to need more than that to keep himself suitable for polite company.

Maybe the noise would keep the cats away.

With a heartfelt sigh he flopped down onto a sofa and stared up through the ceiling to the clouds. It really did seem far away, now that he couldn't fly. Was this what humans felt like all the time? Strange to think that he'd probably spent more time floating in Earth's air than he had actually on the ground; it had seemed like he'd spent all of his visits fetching things or chasing other people. Not the best use of his amazing, thorough Kaioshin training, he supposed, but then no one ever seemed to trust him with doing much

[no_dont_go]

Heavy. So very, very heavy. Aigis had never quite felt this way before. It was similar to the experience of breaking down, but still different. She felt she had lost some of her control over her body but she was still moving forward, still doing what she wanted. Only much, much slower. Or did it just seem to be slower

[bitpartgod]

There was a little whumph sound and the couch gave a little next to him, tugging Kibitoshin out of his thoughts. Looking up, he found that suddenly he was sitting next to another patient. She was blonde and maybe a little bit younger than Franziska, but the first thing he noticed about her was that she looked and sounded utterly exhausted, like she were wading through treacle.

How odd. Surely she wasn't always like this? No, of course not. Maybe this was what it looked like after you'd been sedated? ... goodness, did that make her one of the troublemakers who'd started the fight? But she seemed so small and friendly-looking! But then again, so had Franziska, and look where that had got him

[no_dont_go]

He seemed kindly enough, allowing her to rest beside him. And well-mannered, something she picked up on rather quickly. Not too many people she had met had been so polite, though whether that was an aftereffect of living here too long or their own personality was hard to judge

[human_sponge]

[From here.]Peter was still busy hacking and coughing and struggling with the after-effects of the gas by the time he made it back to the Sun Room. He rubbed at his watering eyes and let out a sigh, surprised to see that the area was still pretty empty when he got there. Claire wasn't around, which might mean she'd been forced to go to the greenhouse. Still, if he'd been able to convince his nurse to let him come here, shouldn't she have been able to do the same

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[autophoenix]

The whole time the food fight was going on, Claire had done a good job of keeping to herself. Maybe if she hadn't been stuck in that haze of discomfort that told her she was still recuperating from the last night's excursion, she would have been more inclined to try and sneak off, but as it stood she was doing everything she could not to fall asleep in her breakfast. That kind of ingenuity and motivation was just a little bit beyond her.

However, there was no wake-up call quite like the hiss of cans of tear gas cracking open and filling the room with the thick, offensive white smoke. Without a gas mask on to filter it out, the gas began to replace the air and, as such, got sucked into her lungs. It didn't so much do its job of irritating them (or, if it did, she couldn't tell because it was just a staunch discomfort the same as regular suffocating had proven to be) as it made her feel like she was choking on the very air she was breathing in

[autophoenix]

As soon as she stepped into the Sun Room, Claire's heart stopped. Oh god, Peter. Not uncle-Peter, no, she was pretty grateful to see him but Pete … She ducked her head, much to the nurse's confusion, and tried to pretend that she could somehow, if she prayed hard enough, blend into the wall and go unnoticed by him. The note he'd left on the bulletin board was still crumpled in her pocket; she'd crushed it into a ball after she'd decided she had no idea what to decide as far as handling it went, and tore it town. Hopefully Peter hadn't seen it before then

[human_sponge]

It didn't take too long for Claire to show up, which immediately removed Peter's anxiety. Though as he'd guessed, one look at her made it obvious that she had gotten caught in the gas the same way that he had, and Peter realized that she'd probably make the same assumption about him. He ran a hand over his eyes and let out a sigh

[thecamellia]

[Closed to Kuro and Fai?]

It was terrible, Tsubaki couldn’t stop coughing, and her throat her badly. It’d been bad enough with the soldiers lurking in every corner, but when the fighting had broken out… Jeez. She beat her nurse into the Sun Room, rubbing her eyes, which were still a bit red and sore

[not_rly_fai]

[from here]

Coming inside again after the chill outdoors made it seem far too warm, but he followed his nurse, hesitating a moment when she told him to sit. It wasn't that he didn't wish to, but of all the people she might have chosen for him to sit with, it was Tsubaki. He hadn't seen her in person since that night and frankly it was no easy feat to face her. They could pretend though, couldn't they? They could both play along easy enough.

He sat heavily on the same couch, offering the girl a false smile and a cheery wave before leaning his head back as far as it would go. At least they didn't have to worry about flying food or poison gas for a little while.

"Looks like we all had a pretty rough morning," he offered

[contentincloset]

[from here]

With the annoyance of a pestering nurse, Kurogane was eventually allowed back inside to "rest", but the moment he was free of the woman he searched for his target. Over on a couch he spotted the blond already with another, and moving closer Kurogane make the figure out as Tsubaki. Right, she had to have been in the cafeteria mess as well. Kurogane tried to picture either of them as having been sedated for it, but with what little he knew of Tsubaki, he could take a guess that he was the only one who'd taken the needle.

"Damn..." he breathed, again under his breath, before forcing himself to head their way. He wasn't at his best and he was mad as hell, but that still didn't let Fai off the hook. As he came up, he heard Fai mentioning the morning and huffed at the observation, "The hell was your first clue?"

[thecamellia]

Hopefully the residual itchiness would go away quickly. She might have a problem if it got worse instead of better, though continuing to irritate her eyes by rubbing them probably wasn’t helping. And what about everyone else? Those who’d gotten the brunt of the soldiers’ counterattack?

Guiltily, Tsubaki dropped her hand--only to nearly jump out of her skin as a tall, blond form dropped into the seat beside her. At the sight of Fai, her eyes flew wide. In the moment, there was only the fact that he was there, with his limbs intact, and hadn’t disappeared over the course of the night. “Thank goodness…” she exclaimed on an exhale, sounding drained out. In the confusion, she hadn’t been able to reach anybody, and meeting now certainly beat trying to find him later.

Before she could structure something more to say as she looked Fai over, it was Kurogane who of all people who spoke next. Good timing! So far, this fortunate turn of events was the high point of her morning.

“Did anyone get hurt in there?” she asked them at once. Who knew

[tasteoftruth]

[ From here]

Warm air was much easier on the lungs than cold air, he hadn't faked that. Badd swung by the bulletin board again and was relieved to find a reply in Kay's handwriting. If she was as perky as she'd let on, she hadn't gotten the worst of the situation. There was a load off his chest. If she wasn't in here, fine, at least she was alive and drawing hearts on things.

Badd flopped down on a spare couch and drew in a long, aching breath of clean air. How was it, he wondered, that he was actually getting beaten up more after his 'escape' from jail than he had been when he was a cop in state custody?

He needed a retirement from his retirement.

[Lana!]

[fourstonewalls]

They hadn't gotten far when complete pandemonium broke out in the cafeteria; just as well they were out here. That had to be tear gas, from the reactions of the patients stumbling out and the staff. Their little group had been broken up, but no more than stern words issued, and Lana was left to quietly read through the bulletin board in peace. There was that emblem again -- what on Earth was that girl thinking? One of the other hands had to be Detective Badd; Gant hadn't been lying, then. The men had mostly been trotted outside, but at least one of those notes was new -- Lana turned around and surveyed the room. A spray of salt-and-pepper hair and a broad shoulder peeked over the edge of a couch. Gotcha.

As monochromatic as ever, eh, Detective? She strolled over. Seven years after Prosecutor Faraday's death meant that she was squarely his ex-coworker, and he had every right to dismiss her out of hand. Still, it was worth the try

[tasteoftruth]

Badd hadn't, actually, too busy trying to get his vision working. He rubbed one red eye with the heel of his hand and gave her a look that was almost a smile. "Skye," he rasped, voice still rough from the gasp. "Hell of a way to start the morning, isn't it? And forget the 'detective', all that's behind me now."

He pondered mentioning that he'd seen her sleeping last night, but there were few ways for a man to say that to a woman without sounding...weird. It probably wasn't necessary right now anyway.

But finally, someone competent to talk to. Gumshoe was well-meaning but less than sensible, you couldn't trust Gant further than you could toss his stupid pipe organ, and Kay was Kay. For all of Lana's crimes she had always been a capable officer. Now maybe he could get a few straight answers about what was really going on with this place.

[fourstonewalls]

Both eyebrows arched. At this rate the ex-law enforcement personnel were going to outnumber the current staff, along with the rest of the patients. "Is that so, Badd? You'll have to tell me how that happened." He was looking far more happy to see her than she'd expected; perhaps there really was a story there. If he was looking to her as a source of answers -- well, that said more about the company than his trust in her, but she'd do what she could. "Some other time."

She sat down in a chair across from him. "I gather you arrived within the past day or so? Kay hasn't been precisely discreet about her messages." She waved a hand at the bulletin, which was still visibly sporting the Yatagarasu symbol. So far the notes had seemed harmless, though why Faraday's daughter would be claiming the title of his murderer she still hadn't found a way to ask. Ema might know. Hmm.