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Day 59: Library

Oct 04, 2011 21:16

Anise couldn't get out of the Cafeteria fast enough. The stench of rotted food was overwhelming, and she was starting to feel sick. Most of her nausea came from seeing the people around her eating it, though. Even her friends! Anise didn't know what to do... What if lunch ended up being the same ( Read more... )

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its_the_mileage October 5 2011, 00:10:31 UTC

Indy checked the Sun Room first (being pushed around in a wheelchair meant you had to wait for the crowd to disperse before you could be taken anywhere at shift change; by the time he was wheeled past the bulletin board, Pilgrim had already trumpeted his triumphant return all over it), but he didn't see Peter there, so he had the soldier keep going.

The patient library was the only other sanctioned location this shift, and sure enough, when Indy got there he saw Peter sitting by himself with a book. He motioned his driver over. Now that he'd eaten and the painkillers were kicking in, he had room to be slightly self-conscious about the shape he was in. Indy straightened up in his seat, knowing Peter would feel that much worse seeing Indiana Jones looking like an invalid.

"How're the ribs?" he asked quietly as he rolled to a stop alongside Peter's chair.

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its_the_mileage October 6 2011, 02:59:06 UTC

"Yeah." Indy just nodded. He wasn't sure where to begin. "I woke up in the morgue last night."

He needed to ask about that, had to check with someone: I died. You saw me die, didn't you? But he knew Peter wasn't the right person, even though he'd been the only one who would really have been close enough to tell. Maybe he could find Dent later and ask him. For now, he had to say something to Peter.

"I'm sorry," he said, although he didn't quite know what for. For being the other one to open the door? For dying? He was sorry for the gunshot and those whip scars, but mostly he was just sorry that Peter was stuck here, going through yet another round of trauma. He didn't deserve it. "I talked to Scott at breakfast," Indy continued, hurrying on. "He told me things haven't been easy. I'm sorry."

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antiheroed October 4 2011, 17:27:25 UTC

Needless to say, the library wasn't one of Riku's usual haunts during the daylight hours. Usually, he made a point to spend as much time as viable within the Sun Room so he could follow the movements of notes. It wasn't that he knew everything that was said there on any given day, but he liked being able to know some things. It made him wonder, sometimes, why some people even bothered making their business so obvious.

Then again, it wasn't like they had any other choice.

So when he saw that here was something happening in the Sun Room, he allowed himself to be steered toward the library for once. Who knew what he would miss in the period of time between breakfast and lunch, but he accepted that it might just have to be how things were. Annoyance actually filled up inside of him more than anything. He wasn't exactly a creature of habit, per se, but certain things did make him feel better. Whoever was doing that, he really hoped the soldiers would show them that they weren't supposed to. But knowing this place, and his luck, it was ( ... )

human_sponge October 4 2011, 18:32:11 UTC

When Peter woke up feeling slightly groggy, he knew almost immediately that he must have slept in. As the announcement started talking about therapy sessions and the library, that became even more set in stone. He'd missed breakfast, which wasn't a huge deal, but he still felt a little annoyed with himself for letting it happen. Then again, who was to say that they had any sort of control over that here? It was kind of creepy, actually ( ... )

scalyfishman October 4 2011, 20:44:57 UTC

'Mood 180' wasn't exactly the way Depth Charge would have described the change that breakfast had brought about, but... well. It was pretty close ( ... )

human_sponge October 5 2011, 17:35:57 UTC

In the end, someone else found him instead of the other way around. Peter glanced over at the tapping sound, taking in Depth Charge's oddly colored hair with a smile on his face. The two of them had forged a strange sort of bond during their time here. Their first conversation had been all about death and more than that, about murder and obligation, but since then it had turned into something Peter was pretty sure counted as a friendship ( ... )

scalyfishman October 5 2011, 19:37:52 UTC

Peter certainly hadn't wasted any time with that; he'd have been relieved to be able to get straight to the point if the subject of his question hadn't been the basement. Even so it wasn't as though Depth Charge begrudged Peter for asking, of course, how could he? He'd told him he was planning on heading down into a death trap. That at least warranted some curiosity ( ... )

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full_score October 4 2011, 19:14:15 UTC

While it was good to know Ippo was still around, Claude couldn't help but worry about him some. Even though he was skilled at combat, he didn't seem like he was accustomed to having to fight for his life. Battle certainly wasn't for everyone, and yet it was practically necessity in Landel's ( ... )

razing_phoenix October 4 2011, 19:28:56 UTC

Getting to catch up with Natalia was always a good thing. It seemed that out of the friends Guy had here from home, she was the one he needed to worry about the most. Not because she was even doing anything reckless, but it seemed like the people in charge couldn't decide if they wanted her to stick around or not. Which made him uneasy, but there wasn't much he could do about it other than check in more frequently ( ... )

full_score October 4 2011, 20:02:46 UTC

When he saw Guy approaching him, Claude relaxed a little and turned to face him. "Um, hey..." Sure enough, he'd left him hanging. It was a relief to find him alive and well, but Claude still felt guilty for suddenly disappearing like that. If he did that again, his friends might start thinking of him as unreliable. That was the last thing Claude wanted.

"I saw my dad," he admitted after a moment. "So, I went chasing after him before I could let him out of my sight again. Eventually, I ran into one of the soldiers here -- Harrington, the one who works the intercom now. He...told me that none of it was real after all, but by then I wasn't by the morgue anymore." The institute had just been up to its old tricks. Claude let out a frustrated sigh. "Man, I'm such an idiotHonestly, he should have suspected that since he'd been injected with drugs right before nightfall, but people always believed what they wanted. Claude hadn't been able to stop himself from hoping. His captors knew exactly which buttons to press ( ... )

razing_phoenix October 5 2011, 17:20:21 UTC

The last thing that Guy had expected to hear was that Claude had caught sight of Ronixis all of a sudden. He really should have mentioned something like that before running off. And had he really wandered all the way over to the chapel on his own? Guy thought it was all pretty reckless, although he couldn't blame his friend for wanting to track down his father. Claude had probably wanted to avoid drawing attention to himself when considering Okita's condition, but still"So it was all fake?" he eventually replied, frowning to himself as he thought it over. "That's strange... I didn't hallucinate anything last night. At least, I don't think I did." Did it have something to do with the drug that Claude had forced upon him? Guy didn't like the sound of that at all, though it was also possible that it had been done for the specific purpose of separating them. Maybe Harrington had wanted to talk to Claude for some reason ( ... )

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poorexample October 4 2011, 20:26:15 UTC

Speaking with Billy over their spoiled meals which neither of them had touched had at least given Castiel a moment of breathing room after waking up from that dream. He was still trying to sort through his thoughts on the past day, but part of him felt that it would be easier to take the memories, fake as they were, and file them away. He had to focus on more important matters, like trying to escape, rather than letting the military's plan work by being distracted by it ( ... )

affictitious October 5 2011, 17:11:08 UTC

It was fair to say that today had been the first time in Gabriel's very long existence where he woke up with an injury. The thing with getting stabbed over and over by the Winchesters? It was smoke and mirrors. Even having six inches of sharp steel shoved into his gut didn't hurt. Exploding from the inside? Whole different ballgame. But it was instantaneous. Pain didn't stick around for long because he hadn't stuck around for long. His Grave had dissipated and his wings had burned and bam, deadsville.

Now he was bandaged where a few inches of sharped monkey fang had dug into his human body, and he had felt every fun instance of it. Blood that was now his had stained his jacket (which, when he checked now, was pristine and clean. Goody.) and it was his arm that felt like shit warmed over.

Well. Not much he could do about it now. Gabriel was particularly not thinking of it being worth it. It was a spur of the moment thing. You know how it was ( ... )

poorexample October 5 2011, 19:52:50 UTC

It didn't take long for Gabriel to show himself. Either he had known Castiel would be looking for him, or this was one of those coincidences of life as a human. It wasn't as if they could sense each other the way they should be able to here, which was yet another annoyance to add to a very long list ( ... )

affictitious October 7 2011, 04:37:37 UTC

It wasn't exactly an empty threat, either. Gabriel fully intended to get his unclipped wings back, no matter who he had to kill to get to that point. Obviously he had target numero uno.

Boy, was he ever not in the mood to play twenty questions. This place was exhausting. So many people expecting straight answers from a trickster of all people. It was really wearing on his nerves. You know, along with everything else. He didn't owe his brother anything, but for the sake of keeping familial obligations alive and well, he decided to dip just below the surface.

It was not to say that Gabriel took any responsibility for what his brother had gone through in the coliseum. It wasn't. But the fact that it happened at all was, frankly, bothersome as hell.

"Slow down, Sarah Jessica. I'm not your flowing fount of information." He settled himself deeper into the couch, crossing his ankles on the table in front of them. "She was a freaking thirteen year old girl who fought with magical floating space text. What do you think she was? You're the ( ... )

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