Day 58: Sun Room (Fourth Shift)

[human_sponge]

Peter's lunch meeting with Tear had gone far better than he could have even expected. It was a good thing that he wasn't the sort of person who judged by age, seeing how the girl had proved herself to be very capable despite the fact that she was only a teenager. Not that Peter would ever admit it out loud, but Tear was a lot more mature than his

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[tender_cruelty]

Things were happening. Badou returned (and he was desperately trying to ignore the curl of relief at that while Hallelujah snickered in the background and made snide comments until Allelujah reminded him that actually, they were the same person so really, Badou was his girlfriend too), these trials and tests and missions. They'd really stepped up a gear and he still couldn't decide whether he liked it more or less than the previous regime.

He hated them both of course, but he supposed that at least this one was honest. Maybe honest. He'd been involved with Celestial Being for long enough that plans on top of plans were quite normal and he wouldn't put it past the soldiers in charge to have another ulterior motive.

He didn't particularly care for arts and crafts, not when he remembered how much Badou liked glitter, so the Sun Room seemed a safer bet. He settled on a couch comfortably, trying to keep track of a few overheard conversations at once.

[Daemon]

[bastard_sadi]

Daemon had a lot to think about, but he wasn't all that inclined to brood while they still had their freedom to roam. That could be reserved until dinner, or after, when they were left to their own devices in their rooms until darkness fell. He hoped he had a roommate; he wondered what had happened to the last one he'd had?

Stepping into the Sunroom, he glanced around, spotting more unfamiliar faces in the room. There was one man on a sofa not too far away who did look vaguely familiar, however, although Daemon was fairly certain they'd never spoken. Perhaps he'd been here all this time, which was impressive. Not many others seemed to have survived that length of time. Whether that was a good thing or not, Daemon still wasn't sure.

Strolling casually over to the sofa, hands tucked idly in his robe's deep pockets, he shot Allelujah a curious look. "Mind some company?" he asked, not wanting to intrude if the other man was waiting for someone.

[tender_cruelty]

He contemplated approaching the soldier on guard, but she was already occupied with another patient and he wasn't certain what he'd even ask. He wasn't certain that he would be able to control himself for long enough to speak without trying to cause a grevious injurt. His control was a little frayed today apparently.

He was surprised when someone spoke to him. He wasn't particularly making himself the most approachable target. He glanced up, frowning a little at the man. He looked familiar in a vague sort of way. A face seen around the place even if they'd not spoken that he could recall.

"I don't mind," he said calmly, shifting up on the sofa to make room for the man. He wasn't immediately asking questions, which suggested he wasn't new at least. "I'm Allelujah."

[bastard_sadi]

"Daemon," he answered, inclining his head in greeting as he sank down on the sofa beside the other male.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" he asked, turning to face Allelujah - a strange name, but there were people from a lot of strange worlds here. "You just... I'm afraid I've missed some time here, and your face was vaguely familiar. I know we haven't met before, but a little familiarity seemed better than nothing," he explained apologetically, offering the man a somewhat wry smile.

[tender_cruelty]

Allelujah shook his head, giving an awkward little smile. "I'm not doing anything. There isn't all that much to do," he replied with a shrug. It wasn't one of the days they were allowed outside either, so he couldn't even exercise. Considering he'd had to spend a decent amount of time being active on the Ptolemaios, it was an odd thing to get used to.

He glanced up, peering at the other man curiously. "I admit, you look familiar to me too," he said. "There seem to be fewer and fewer people that I find familiar recently."

[bastard_sadi]

Daemon gave an expression halfway between a grimace and a faint smile. "I understand the feeling entirely. I slept through... several weeks, apparently, if the informant I had over the board was correct. I walked into the cafeteria this morning and recognized no one."

And he still ached from the loss. And worry, over what had happened to them all. Were they gone? Or just held somewhere in reserve like he had been? It was a chilling thought and his fingers curled into fists on his knees.

Daemon motioned idly to the room around them. "Although waking up to find so much changed came as a bit of a shock as well. Looks like I missed some interesting times." Not the right word for it, but it was the closest he could come.

Gah D: Sorry for the late. Work ate me >_<

[tender_cruelty]

"At least you didn't have to find out when the nurses told you they'd been released," he said. It was small comfort, but finding out from other patients after time had passed was better than nurses being happy about it when they told you, using fake names and encouraging you to get better to see them again.

He followed Daemon's gesture; guards amongst the usual orderlies and nurses, the uniforms that the patients wore, so different to the ridiculous shirts they'd had. It wasn't attempting false cheer, but it was hardly heartening.

"A revolution of sorts," Allelujah said with a small, not particularly happy smile. "They outed Landel and appear to be a bit more open with their agenda." He paused for a moment thoughtfully. "I don't trust a word of it."