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DAY 54: GREENHOUSE (FOURTH SHIFT)

Jan 29, 2011 11:56

By the end of lunch, Alaric was still hungry and still stuck on the middle of a perfectly balanced scale, the only difference with the scale having a new, possibly unrelated third option: it was either some sort of conspiracy (obviously of the supernatural sort), he was actually crazy, or he’d just had the very bad luck of being kidnapped by ( Read more... )

byrne, guy, peter petrelli, depth charge, kibitoshin, damon, castiel, gren, sora, sync, hijikata, ippo, alaric, woody, edward cullen, howl, kratos, zack, l, soren, roxas

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bitpartgod January 29 2011, 19:54:22 UTC

The last time he'd been here, Kibitoshin realised as he was hustled and bustled into the greenhouse, he'd been really far more intimidated than was really befitting for a guardian of the universe. To be fair, though, he had been sitting with only the most terrifying man in the entire Institute. Forget the Head Doctor, the person he would have least liked to be locked in a room with for an hour was Manfred von Karma ( ... )

stlg13bomber January 30 2011, 08:06:28 UTC

Carter trembled slightly as he was led into the greenhouse. He recognized what it was, of course, he wasn't a stupid hick, but it was different from the usual Sun Room/cafeteria/recreation area shuffle and any change today felt scary.

But there were plants growing in here, and flowers. That was nice. You didn't get much besides weeds in the old stalag and certainly not a full-on garden. For a man raised in a rural farm town it was comforting. Carter ran his fingers over the slowly-unfurling leaf of one little shrug, a faint smile coming to his face. They wouldn't herd them all in here and kill them with these pretty plants around. Nobody was that crude.

Oh hey, was that the alien from the bookstore? Carter went over to crouch beside him. "What're you up to?" he asked, watching the alien's digging intently. What could it all mean?

arghhh, sorry about the delay :< my internet had a coronary. bitpartgod January 31 2011, 09:04:36 UTC

And in case he got a little lonely making things grow- Kibitoshin had heard that people sometimes talked to their flowers, but conversation seemed beyond his seed right now- here came another patient, right on cue! He turned, smiling, ready to explain what he was doing to the newcomer, when- wait a second, didn't he know this person?

He blinked. Then, in a startling moment of verbal ingenuity, blurted out, "It's you!"

Which, in hindsight, perhaps wasn't the best thing to say in the situation. He shook his head quickly, trying to speak over himself before the other man could answer. "I mean, I remember you! We met in the book store, right?" Where they'd talked about space ships, if he remembered correctly. Well, that was good! It was better than talking to a total stranger! It was always good to catch up with friends, and that went equally for--

... wait. What was his name again? "... um. I'm sorry," he started carefully, feeling himself go red, "but did I ever catch your name?"

stlg13bomber January 31 2011, 21:40:37 UTC

"I didn't do it!" Carter blurted out, automatically concerned that the 'you!' wasn't someone who'd do anything wrong.

Oh, it was a friendly 'hey, you'. That was okay. Carter put his happy grin back on. "Andrew Carter. Good to see you're doing all right. ZEX really loved that animal book we stole for him, we were gonna look at it all night together." Technically Kitobushin hadn't done anything, but even standing around talking to him counted as being an accomplice and Carter felt like being generous enough to include him.

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tsunagari January 29 2011, 20:14:18 UTC

Things seemed to have calmed down somewhat since that morning, as in there was no need for them to line up and respond to their names before being let into the greenhouse. The military presence was still around, and there was clearly something going on behind the scenes even if what they'd been privy to over the intercom didn't yet give them much to work with ( ... )

hiddenbadass January 31 2011, 03:01:00 UTC

Things were better than they had been. While meeting another superhero from the comics had been amazing, the subsequent failed escape attempt followed by them getting sedated was significantly less so. Not that Mike expected to make it to the doors to open them back up, but they had to try. They couldn't just stand there while others were tortured.

Why they had used teargas in an enclosed room, Mike didn't know. But considering they had superheroes as prisoners, you would've thought they had ample amounts of sleeping gas that they could've used instead. Villains always had sleeping gas. This just rang as too cruel, considering the innocent parties left inside ( ... )

tsunagari January 31 2011, 07:57:35 UTC

"Hello." The ninja gave a fake smile that vanished as soon as the woman had turned her back to them. Such pleasantries weren't really needed today, and he doubted this man would care one way or the other. It was easy enough to spot the influence of sedative in patients with as long as he'd been in the Institute, meaning this man had also been involved in the fiasco that morning. By now most of it had clearly worn off, though, which should make for easier conversation.

He didn't begin chatting with the other patient right away, instead working with the soil and potted plant in front of him as though he was actually interested in that day's activities. Holding out one of the trowels by the shovel end, he motioned to the place across from him. If they were going to talk, he didn't want to give any reason for one of the staff members to join them.

"I am called Sai," he finally corrected. "And I assume Michael isn't the name I should use for you."

hiddenbadass January 31 2011, 12:42:39 UTC

Oh, he was involved all right, but not in the way that Sai expected. Not that Mike was going to mention any of that. The former turtle preferred not to talk about failures, especially recent ones.

The fake smile got another eyebrow when it vanished so quickly, but then Mike blanked his face. He took the trowel with a nod of thanks, then moved to kneel opposite from Sai. If this guy had been here for a while, he could be a source of useful information.

Mike snorted at Sai's real name, "My fake name's at least closer than yours." Sai didn't even look the part. "Michelangelo, after the painter. Mike for short."

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saviored January 29 2011, 20:20:22 UTC

Accidental conversation leak. Cute.

Elena would've wanted to talk to Stefan-she didn't have to say it-so Damon had left her to do just that. She was dealing. She'd be fine. There wasn't much he could do by hanging around, anyway. Stefan could play caring boyfriend to his heart's content. Damon, on the other hand, had settled back into playing Upstanding Citizen. Or Upstanding Patient, whatever. His nurse seemed infinitely pleased that he was down with trimming the hedges instead of bitching his way into the Sun Room. They were so easy sometimes.

Granted, now that he was actually in the greenhouse, he had no intention of pruning the roses. Not that it mattered. As long as he looked busy, they couldn't say anything.

He strolled between the rows of little potted flowers. Typical stuff, nothing exotic. Things you'd find in Martha Stewart's garden. Though maybe-actually, no. If they had vampires on their payroll, it'd be a stupid move to have vervain lying around.

He glanced up, shifted his gaze to the left-

Rick?Damon blinked. ( ... )

deathandgin January 29 2011, 20:58:55 UTC

If Alaric was any indication as a stunning example of a human who spent way too much time around vampires than was reasonable or healthy, it was probably safe to say it was impossible to get used to them sneaking up behind you with that whole utter silence thing and breathing in your ear. Which was exactly why he visibly cringed when he swung around. He'd already recognized the voice before seeing the face, but that didn't lessen his surprise.

"Damon? What the hell are you doing here?" Scratch that. It took the second immediately after saying that to realize that was a stupid question. A more appropriate question would have been Why did they waste the time on me when they already had you? but he would have hated to give Damon an inflated ego, though he was probably thinking the same thing... if he had any idea what was going on. Chances were that he did, considering the extent of Alaric's current bed of knowledge involved knowing there was tear gas in any passing soldier's arsenal and - well, that was about it ( ... )

saviored January 30 2011, 04:11:33 UTC

Making note of the bite mark (or more like teeth marks, really): not a surprise given it was supposed to be impossible for vampires to have any marks, period. Damon had mostly ignored it and the rest of his injuries because thinking about them wouldn't speed up the healing process and dwelling on his failed healing abilities only served to piss him off-but anyway, the point was, obviously Rick would've wanted to know why ( ... )

deathandgin January 30 2011, 05:58:00 UTC

There was a punched-in-the-gut feeling that came with those words. Alaric knew he should have thought of this as some sort of joke initially, but it... wasn't a funny one in any shape or form, and somehow he immediately knew that confusion wasn't being faked. Damon didn't fake confusion unless, Alaric assumed, he was trying to get information out of someone. If that was the case it was a waste of time because he was pretty high and dry on the one thing he wanted.

Crossing his arms, the teacher leaned against the shelves that formed the rows of plants lined down the length of the greenhouse, orchid leaves shuffling as they settled into position alongside his arms. Who the hell's Jules? There was a stupid little part of him that, of all the things to happen, was annoyed that the one guy he could count on didn't even remember the woman he'd dragged Alaric into bothering. Er. Threatening. Technical term. "You don't remember Jules?" Okay. Stupid question again. "The -" he looked around, his voice becoming softer, "the werewolf, the one ( ... )

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sanguinario January 29 2011, 21:58:44 UTC

It had been... a strange day. Strange, but fulfilling. He had a plan tonight. He'd talked with Bella - not face-to-face, but even the bulletin was better than nothing. As terrified as he currently was, he was trusting her, her and whoever she was going with. He'd been terribly tempted to ask who it was, but he remembered vaguely how Claire thought of him sometimes - controlling, over-concerned. If he asked Bella who she was going with, it sounded like he didn't trust her. The problem was he didn't trust anyone else... and right now, that included himself. Edward just kept repeating to himself how he wouldn't be a helpful guardian either. Last night had been a big risk, and he was glad it had gone well. He was not willing to do it again ( ... )

scintillatingly January 30 2011, 06:51:22 UTC

While it had been good to talk and plan with Riku, their conversation had been long and involved, so Sora entered the greenhouse feeling a bit worn out. Still, they'd made plans and Riku had his theories to test, so he was sure that this night would go better. Well, he hoped, anyway ( ... )

sanguinario January 30 2011, 07:29:02 UTC

Truthfully, he hadn't expected anyone to approach him - the only person he could imagine might be consciously looking for him was Bella, and she was stuck on the recreational field for now. Initially he might have thought of Venom, but Edward still had the idea that the assassin was now much more uncomfortable in approaching him. Not that Edward blamed him - he had technically been lying for the past week, but if he had admitted what he could do during their first meeting, it might have destroyed the potential of them working together. Honestly, it was what had helped him organize all the information he had about Landel's now. He hadn't answered the bulletin, though ( ... )

scintillatingly January 31 2011, 02:44:26 UTC

As the rose was moved over, Sora couldn't help glancing at it curiously. It could only remind him of one person, and that was Beast -- though he was sure that Edward had been holding onto it for much more mundane reasons. A curse like that had to be one of a kind, didn't it? It seemed odd for someone like Edward to be interested in a flower like that, but Sora decided not to question it ( ... )

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human_sponge January 30 2011, 02:18:45 UTC

This day had been rougher than he'd ever expected it to be, with getting gassed the first shift and then having to deal with both Claire and Isaac in the subsequent ones. Neither one of them was adjusting to this place well, though that was to be expected. If anyone did adjust well, that would have been a larger concern -- and yet it still meant that Peter had to do his best to hold it together and be the solid pillar that could handle everyone else's problems ( ... )

sorry for the delay! my internet ate itself. >: scalyfishman January 31 2011, 09:30:50 UTC

It was kind of embarrassing that he'd let himself get so riled up by a kid of all people- Soren wasn't exactly Rattrap, for Pit's sake- but having lunch to himself helped Depth Charge cool his jets a little. That had been the tear gas talking, he guessed. When you hadn't even had guts to spew before getting to this place, that seriously wasn't the way you wanted to be introduced to them, and to top it off the soldiers weren't just annoying him anymore, they were outright setting him on edge. Why did this Eagle guy or whatever need soldiers around, anyway? Just what was he planning? Whatever the reason, it didn't bode well for any of them ( ... )

no worries, bb! human_sponge January 31 2011, 19:13:19 UTC

Even if Peter had been relieved to have a few moments to himself, it was hard to relax too much with this wet, hot air that really just reminded him of a summer day in New York. That would have been comforting if he hadn't already realized that it was going to be a long time before he made it back there. He did spend a few seconds trying not to think about how his skin felt sticky and gross, instead just letting his mind blank out for a while ( ... )

<3 scalyfishman January 31 2011, 19:37:43 UTC

The smile was nice for once, and Depth Charge noted with a faint jolt of realisation that the only other person he'd seen in a while who'd been pleased to see him was the Scarecrow. Which didn't say much, given that the Scarecrow would probably have been happy to see anyone who wasn't actively trying to kill him, but still. He couldn't say why that pleased him or if it pleased him at all- the feeling was too complicated for that- but it was something new to think about. Or not think about.

"You're telling me. I'm just hoping he's feeling the heat as much as we are," he said, jerking his thumb towards the speaker-phone wired into the corner. It sounded like he'd been chewed out and around a couple of times for the food fight, which was a nice little consolation prize even if it didn't entirely make up for the rest of the day. HK was still an idiot for starting it, though ( ... )

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