Day 59: Sun Room

[witchdetective]

Erika stood back to survey her work, and she had no idea why no one seemed to care.

By 'no one', she was referring to the soldiers who were on guard, who should be looking particularly anxious due to the atmosphere of this place. It didn't make sense in her mind. Someone who just took up a large chunk of the middle of the Sun Room to build a

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[anemptydecapo]

It was becoming incredibly disheartening when the assassin was beginning to prefer the nightmares over waking up in the morning. At least his nightmares were always at a consistent and expected level of torture--he'd handled it for years and accepted them long ago. But the constant emotional fluctuations this asylum put him through every day? They were going to drive him insane. After what this damned military put him and everyone else through last night, he was clear on the path to forgetting what it was like when his head wasn't pounding all the time

[chippforprez]

The one sole redeeming feature of this place was knowing that he wasn't entirely alone in this weird-ass place (though then again, that was a really bad thing if he looked at it another way), which was why Chipp was none too happy about being separated from his conversation partner once breakfast was done being served. Damnit, he just got the guy to agree to vote for him too! That was why Chipp was already engaged in an argument with his escort, who threatened him with pushups and further punishments if he continued to talk back. It was then that Chipp stopped in the middle of the hallway and looked his escort straight in the eye.

"Shut the hell up and stop talking to me, then! Damnit!"

Needless to say, Chipp ended up doing the pushups, which was really nothing for a guy did them on a daily basis anyway, but he hardly looked happy about it and didn't even take the following warning in good graces. Needless to say, it was a miracle that he ended up in the Sun Room without further incident. This was the first time the ninja had seen

[scintillatingly]

Getting to talk with Daemon first thing in the morning had definitely helped the day got off on the right foot. Sora always tried to make the best of the daytime activities, whether by taking some time to relax or tracking someone down for information. Riku was way better at the latter, but Sora still did his part. He'd just recruited Daemon after all, hadn't he?

Of course, that conversation had also put him in a pretty nostalgic mood. He was going to have to tell Kairi about this, both to check and see if she'd met Daemon before and also because she was the only one who would understand how weird it was. Of course, people from that long ago showing up again was a good sign. It meant that even if some people vanished, they weren't necessarily gone forever.

While the boy had been content enough to move on to the library as the announcement had said, there was something in the Sun Room that stopped him. Sora had no idea how anyone had managed to pull it off without getting in trouble, but someone had put together a fort made of

[anemptydecapo]

[Just posting once more before Harry gets in.]

This entire situation was madness. His eyes narrowed the longer he starred at it, mind still too tired and wracked with pain to come up with a sufficient answer to all of the questions this brought up. Why weren't the military members doing anything? Why were they just staring with the same disappointed expression that he was instead of doling out those pointless punishments? Why was that woman making a--

"Zanuff?" The response came not a second later after the other man's voice entered his ear, and he almost fell backwards with the speed at which he whipped around to face it. No, there hadn't any mistaking that voice. The source was the same mass of pale white and loud noises as before and he still carried that same insistence to stand directly in Venom's face when he should have known the assassin preferred his personal space untouched. A combination of both that and his own disbelief forced the Guild Head backwards, almost stumbling back to regain said space. "What--" Him? "Why

[loyalrose]

Rose slipped into the sunroom after breakfast, feeling more herself than she had in days. Elena's information last night had been a life saver and she felt almost cheerful this morning.

Well, as cheerful as a person could while being contained like a lab rat in some crazy government facility, anyway.

Apparently she wasn't the only one, she realized with a start as she entered the room and caught sight of the rather large chaos of blankets and pillows currently dominating the room. A quiet laugh slipped past her lips when she spotted a young girl's head poke out momentarily from beneath the structure.

"Good for you," she murmured, mostly to herself, a smile creeping across her lips. Shaking her head in amusement, she moved to the far side of the room, heading for the windows that had drawn her to this room in the first place. She exhaled deeply, relaxing as she tilted her face up towards the sunlight, basking in the warmth of it for a long moment.

This would never get old.

[Open!]

[age_of_kings]

One way to take some sort of control over his hallucinations, Tolten decided, was to try and find himself in the company of people he knew. Riku had seemed perfectly fine and helpful, if somewhat aloof and proud, but Tolten couldn't entirely assure himself that...well...he heard what he heard. And how could he say 'I know this person, that's probably madness' when he didn't knowWhen passing the Sun Room, he signaled to his escort that he'd prefer to turn in there. He had though library, as he'd learned some about this world from it the last time, but he'd noted a familiar face. One of the first people he'd ever talked to here, the woman Rose. He glanced down at his uniform and had to smile a bit. He imagined he'd be far more comfortable speaking to her properly dressed. And while she was a very attractive woman of a certain age, Tolten was feeling bold

[loyalrose]

Rose's eyes slid open when a voice spoke nearby, recognizing the young man that stood there. She smiled when he started to stammer, her expression warming slightly as she held her hand up to halt him. "Of course I remember you. Up in the chapel, yes?" she asked, waving him over.

"Good morning, Tolten. How've you been faring?" she asked, leaning back against the edge of the window and crossing her arms over her chest as she regarded him.

[age_of_kings]

"Oh. Well. You know how it is." Tolten said, his voice suddenly sounding slightly strained. He waved his hand and tried to cover it with a small laugh. "Various forms of torture, all manner of deprivation, hallucinations..." He tried to make his voice sound light, as though he were joking, but it was a thin veneer.

He was pleased that she had remembered, and seemed to warm to him. If only he could manage to not trip over his tongue! At least his uniform helped him look as though he were in control. He was a soldier himself, had been trained by military generals. He stood straight and with his feet slightly parted, like a soldier at ease. He held his head high and his shoulders back. His beret - now sporting the pin that he had been given by a soldier - sat jauntily on his slicked down hair.

"Well, let's just say I had a very eventful night last night. And if I suddenly appear to react badly to something you've said, it's only because I've thought you've threatened me."

[ran_on_empty]

[hay gurl hay.]At this point there was little to no reason to really pay attention to anything during the day, as all the important events were slowly unfolding as the nights progressed. However, to say Sync was even the slightest bit surprised about being cut short last night was a lie, which meant that seeking out a certain 'ally' in particular would prevent them from wasting any more time during the night. Of course, he didn't care to have his good food spoiled by the sight of Erika, and so he decided that after breakfast would be an ideal time to find her

[witchdetective]

Erika saw the footsteps approaching before she heard the voice speak to her, but she could already tell that it wasn't a soldier, but one of her fellow patients. At least it was someone she actually had to talk to at some point. Therefore, she only scowled when she saw Sync's face, even before he opened his stupid mouth. If he approached her, then he was thinking about last night. Good, it would be nice to settle all of her business during the day if she had nothing else to do. Of course, she wasn't letting Sync get away with that

[ran_on_empty]

'That was the point'? Sync had begun to retort when Erika suddenly disappeared under the covers once more. But instead of listening to the latter's demand the God-General stubbornly stayed put at the 'fort's' entrance, refusing to partake in something so stupid in front of everyone in the entire damn Institute.

However, the longer he lingered the more curiosity ate at him, and finally after a minute he cast a final glance around him. The replica's scowl only worsened at the fact that he was even considering, quickly slipping underneath the covers once he was certain no one was looking. Sync crawled through one of the various tunnels to the middle where Erika resided, sitting up and crossing his arms once he found a good spot.

"I'm going to assume you actually have a good reason for this."

[witchdetective]

Though Sync didn't immediately follow her orders, Erika merely waited. She didn't know Sync for long, but she already knew a few things about the other boy and one of them was that he hated to waste time. So it was really no surprise when she finally saw him crawl through the fort, a smirk of satisfaction on her face that she managed to coerce him into doing something stupid. That made up for her failure at eliciting a single reaction from the soldiers

[scarefaux]

In spite of getting some rest, the Scarecrow still felt the events of the past day and night wearing on him. Having woken up after Depth Charge was already gone, he'd spent the greater part of breakfast trying to find him in the cafeteria, just to be sure he hadn't been taken somewhere- thankfully, given his roommate's build and bright hair color, he wasn't hard to spot

[lovecrafty]

Rose had been casting longing looks in the direction of the Sun Room for the duration of her captivity in that den of filth that had once called itself a cafeteria. As soon as the doors opened, she absconded to fresh air and architectural critique. The fort wasn't too bad. For a nine year old with a distinct lack of style. Rose removed an entirely superfluous cushion, freeing it up to place atop an inverted chair.

She hoped Lily had seen her bulletin conversation with Badd; everyone else seemed to remember their traumatizing experiences. Shock-induced memory loss was a possibility, but Lily had seemed more afraid than broken.

Hmm. The tables underneath provided a firm, but short, foundation. Maybe she would have a better idea how to improve this structure from the interior. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled in.

[free!]

[mirthfulness]

"Sis!" There was a lump of blanket moving inch-worm style toward Rose's position. The boy underneath was scooting along rather awkwardly on his elbows, a bright throw pillow held over his head like an odd sort of helmet. When he was close enough, he grinned up at the blonde, messy dark hair pressed down to cover violet eyes.

Gamzee had found the display in the sun room to be the best miracle of the morning. Having seen nothing at all wrong with his breakfast, aside from it being as bland as it normally was, he'd eaten it in peace without noticing anyone else's reactions much. Sure some of them had been a little loud, but when weren't there strange and loud conversations going on in this place?

He moved closer, assuming Rose was having as much fun in this setup as he was. "Ain't this just the most bitchtits of cloth hives you ever been in?" Trolls rarely built anything with soft materials like this simply for enjoyment's sake.

[lovecrafty]

Hives? Oh. Gamzee. If they were merely extremely dedicated trolls, as opposed to an entirely alien species, they'd certainly gone to a great deal of trouble with the backstory. Coming from Gamzee, it was astoundingly consistent. He seemed rather impressed with her humble efforts.

"It's not bad, for a preliminary attempt made from substandard materials, but we could do better." Her mother's unique decorating sense had made for more regular building blocks, if one could keep surfaces from sprouting highly irregular and unstable wizards for long enough to assemble a fort.

"Let's get that couch over here." With that as a foundation instead of just a few cushions, they could bring the entire construct to an entirely new level. One at least two feet off the floor. Clearly, the best plan was to approach the resource scarcity as a puzzle, not a hindrance.

One might think that Rose had had enough of that lately, but it was different working with real pillows. A certain frisson of realism. It might even be called...fun.

[mirthfulness]

Oh whoa, she was adding to it? His smile brightened, if possible, when she mentioned getting the other couch. No further prodding was necessary to get the troll to drop the blanket he was wrapped in and scurry to one side of it so he could begin dragging it back to where they were.

If he couldn't have his horn pile, then stacking up a bunch of random objects in an attempt to make some sort of structure for chilling in was the next best thing. The humans in charge didn't seem to be making much a fuss about it either, so clearly they appreciated a good pile as much as the next person. Humans had such cozy things for lounging on during their down time. They made for the best building materials.

"How high we gonna be buildin' it? 'Til it's up to be tipsin' over?" Because that was just the best height all around, reaching that point where it wasn't really stable anymore but was still staying up somehow. A real demonstration of miracles.