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Day 57: Intercom, Evening

Jul 10, 2011 00:43

Varying opinions aside about the new caretakers, the efficiency of the military was worthy of some admiration. The Great Escape ended with minutes to spare, and the staff wasted no time in dismantling the equipment in the Sun Room. Visitors were kindly informed that visiting hours were over while patients were ushered to their rooms ( Read more... )

sonia, kirk, sechs, s.t., intercom, tsubaki, badd, anise, sora, indiana jones, firo, utena, doctor facilier, zex, claude, ted logan, taura, peter parker, lana skye, seishin, byrne, guy, stefan, kairi, peter petrelli, two-face, rita, castiel, rapunzel, the scarecrow, ippo, aidou, claire stanfield, kratos, zack

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F16 fourstonewalls July 11 2011, 04:02:20 UTC

The rest of the afternoon had been quieter, thankfully. When a new voice came on the intercom, Lana was, if not happy, at least ready to pack up her notebook and face the night.

The only thing that had her worried was Ema. She hadn't seen her sister all day, and she hadn't posted anything on the bulletin, either. Whispered inquiries brought first silent raised eyebrows, and then, when Lana was able to track down a face she recognized from before the takeover, an assurance that Marie Franklin was still a patient.

With no one (hopefully) about to nag her into eating, Lana dumped her plate of pink paste in the trash and opened up her box. All of the files she'd taken both nights were there, save Ema's, and she pulled open the first, notebook on the opposite knee. Any insight into their captors, former and present, would be useful.

avengingfists July 13 2011, 17:58:49 UTC

Ilia walked into the room feeling a bit sluggish. Her earlier sickness that day had weakened her social side, but perhaps it was for the best. She needed to heal and be at full strength for the night. But maybe she should do some jumping jacks as a warm up before night fell, just in case.

Unfortunately, healing also required taking in some form of sustenance, which mean the pink gruel. Lana's bowl was already suspiciously empty, but Ilia wasn't going to question it. Moving to her own desk, Ilia sat and began to dutifully spoon in some of the mystery matter. She managed to get a few bites in before starting to feel nauseated.

Sighing, Ilia stood and began to stretch. She didn't want to disturb her roommate from her work, so she would let her talk when she felt up to it. She did owe Lana some thanks for allowing her to copy her map, and for leading her to the record room. Ilia had yet to provide her a service, save try to help her find her sister or play bodyguard. She would have to remedy that someday.

fourstonewalls July 14 2011, 02:21:54 UTC

The files were dry reading -- not, perhaps, to someone who knew the real person behind the fabrication, but without a reference point, the few samples she'd taken were oddly uninteresting.

Overwork. That and low blood sugar, but admitting that would require explaining what had happened to her dinner. She'd be fine, once she was up and moving.

Ilia was getting an early start on that -- she sighed heavily, and then got up to stretch. "Oh, my. That sounded serious." Lana looked up. "Is everything alright?"

avengingfists July 16 2011, 19:13:30 UTC

Ilia stretched her arms up over her head, bringing her hands together and leaning to the left to stretch all the muscles down her side. It felt refreshing. She hadn't realized how little she had moved today until just now.

"I'm... relatively okay, I think," Ilia said, trying to hold the position and breathe evenly. She straightened back up after a moment, then leaned to the right. "I probably just need to move more tonight. I didn't get around much today."

She gave her roommate a smile. "I hope your day was more productive."

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M3 train_tracer July 11 2011, 04:22:09 UTC

Claire had spent the majority of the time they'd had after lunch in the Sun Room, alternating between reading the bulletin board and watching that utterly bizarre (but colorful!) movie. In Claire's opinion, the movie had certainly been interesting, but it almost felt like the Institute was trying to tell them something ( ... )

F15 hairraising July 11 2011, 07:46:39 UTC

Well. It was good to know that Eugene was alive. Probably. He hadn't seemed like an artificial person, anyway.

Somehow, though, putting it like that still didn't erase the sheer amount of wrongness of that last shift. Now not only did she know that the Institute had its hands on Eugene, but it also had its fingers dug deep into his mind, forcing him to believe some stupid story about "Amanda" and "Zack" and a mother that cared, of all the most unbelievable things. She didn't even know what to make of the things he had said about fairy tales. Or their extended "relationship", or whatever happy lie she was supposed to fall for ( ... )

Re: F15 thecamellia July 12 2011, 06:35:30 UTC

Tsubaki had mixed feelings about the day. Where efforts to dig deeper into the hospital were concerned, not much had been accomplished other than adding questions to her already overflowing pile, and she hadn’t had much luck contacting her friends, either. But seeing her parents again…

Despite the nervousness that came with talk of Masamune, there was a comfort in seeing them. Talking to them, sitting with them… the normal things she was used to. There were moments when she didn’t feel like she had to pretend with them. Long moments, actually. Tsubaki was grateful for the resonance visits had with the time she spent with her family under normal circumstances. It was a calming resemblance. Having a military jump in and talk about them in terms of pass/fail complicated the issue of who Miyu and the other alternate identities might be in this world, but she hoped that when it was all over (because this system certainly couldn’t carry on like this), it worked out for everyone. It was an outcome she really wanted to see ( ... )

Re: F15 hairraising July 12 2011, 07:53:11 UTC

Rapunzel was quiet when warned, but that didn't mean her demeanour had improved much. She glowered at the soldier-nurse (nurse-soldier?), arms stuffed petulantly across her chest. At this point, she could only assume that Lenalee had been "released", whatever that entailed. That just wasn't fair, to Lenalee or to Rapunzel. The two of them had barely gotten to get to know one another that first night, and after that, Lenalee had just been asleep during the nights. Was that a condition brought on by the Institute? If it was, Rapunzel would be all the more incensed.

"Sorry," said the angry blonde after a few moments, still panting in the wake of her protests. She felt a little bad for being snippy with her new roommate, but the emotional high was hard to come down from. "I just was so not expecting that at all. And last shift was really bizarre and kind of hard to deal with as it was, so...! Yeah. Disappearing roommate? New room? Not helping much," she explained, dropping her arms and balling her hands into fists as she tromped back ( ... )

Re: F15 thecamellia July 12 2011, 19:17:06 UTC

The lock clicked into place, leaving them alone. "Is there anything I can do…?" Just like with the regular staff, fighting with the soldiers didn't serve a good purpose, but the other girl was still obviously holding back. There was a lot about Landel's Institute to be angry with. Tsubaki just shook her head at the apology. "You don’t have to apologize. I’m sorry about the suddenness of everything. I wasn’t moved into this room that long ago, either…" she explained. "I’m also not sure where my roommate went ( ... )

Thread 7

M39 broodings July 11 2011, 08:04:02 UTC

As the day came to a close, it grew harder and harder to deny the extent of his hunger. Compared to the last time he'd gone this long without feeding, Stefan hid it pretty well - to the least, he hadn't tried to attack anyone, which he credited to both Elena not being in mortal danger for once, and worrying too much about how his brother was dealing. Damon's bulletin messages went some way in calming his nerves, and it took only one deep breath for Stefan to ready himself for another dinner shift locked in with Castiel.

There were two opposite strategies for coping with being forced to spend a lot of time around people. One was to focus on their humanity by learning about who they were and who they cared about. To go contrary to his instincts as a 162-year-old vampire and see people as people, not prey. In spite of his efforts to avoid even being in the same half of the room as her, this was actually what he was tryng with Bella Swan. As a stranger, she was a fragile human with impossibly rich-smelling blood. But if he thought ( ... )

poorexample July 11 2011, 16:34:19 UTC

Castiel's brief chat with the boy in the Game Room had done some good in redirecting his attention, but that could only last for so long. The intercom announcement came on with its usual timing, and yet Castiel found that he could barely focus on the words that were said. Luckily, there didn't seem to be much of interest being discussed by the proclaimed nurse who was speaking ( ... )

broodings July 12 2011, 06:49:33 UTC

Katherine.

It wasn't the letter. The letter could've been anything. It had been too long since he'd seen her handwriting for him to determine if really could be from her hand - what few possessions she'd left in the Salvatore manor had been destroyed, all except the one sepia-toned image he kept of her. Her smile in that picture had been soft, the smile of the poor fragile orphan she'd claimed to be.

This photograph in the envelope... The smile of the girl there was wicked, caught mid-laugh, with a brightness in her eyes. She could have been Elena. He knew, looking at her laughing, that she wasn't. He didn't have any idea when or how the picture could've been taken, but he knew beyond a doubt that it was her. His finger lightly brushed the glossy surface of the photo, touching her cheek. Stefan exhaled ( ... )

poorexample July 12 2011, 20:49:42 UTC

For a short time there was only silence as he inspected the staff, wondering how such a thing would be of any use. It had no sharpness to it and could only be used to bludgeon, so why was there so much care put into its appearance? Castiel was someone who understood practicality first and foremost, and so the detail on the weapon was odd to him. Then again, some of the Winchesters' guns were more ornate than they needed to be, so perhaps this was in the same vein ( ... )

Thread 6

M30 toxicspiderman July 11 2011, 12:26:46 UTC

Another day, another new flack on the radio, setting himself up to take the heat when the patients staged another revolt while Aguilar/Landel chilled in their bunker. Same for the sap who was assigned to tuck S.T. in, who had to ask him to strip and return the Ace bandage they'd given him for his knee. Wasn't like they were actually going to sleep, but orders were orders. S.T. didn't argue. Not when they'd given him an entire drawer full of clothing he could shred and substitute. The guy, to his credit, didn't blink when S.T. pointed this out. There was a human being with a sense of humor in there that just smirked and held out his hand for the bandage, and then twice more for each of the little metal clips ( ... )