Day 60: Arts and Crafts (Third Shift)

[scintillatingly]

Sora wasn't quite sure what to make of his talk with Doctor Facilier. The man hadn't revealed much about himself even as he'd asked all those questions, so it was hard to form an opinion. Sora could only hope that he had proved himself to be more than just a kid over the course of their conversation, though if not, then that was the doctor's loss,

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[complicatedliar]

For the sake of curiosity, Loki had decided to explore the arts and crafts room. It was everything he had expected to be, which was to say a sad waste. Safety scissors and non-toxic paste and wax sticks with which to color. Still, it was best to fully catalog what resources might be around. Yes, for the life of him he couldn't figure out a useful purpose for dried macaroni and glitter shaped like stars, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be able to in the future. Things occurred to him at the oddest moments

[thecamellia]

A… free range shift? That’s a bit strange to come out of the blue like that, she thought to herself as she accepted her bagged lunch, having chosen a chicken sandwich by default. Or maybe she was over thinking things. The Institute was acting strangely enough, with the episode last night, and the military leaving so suddenly, and then to have the Head Doctor back… Just about anything could happen next. An unexpected chance to visit the other activity rooms wasn’t too out there, in retrospect

[complicatedliar]

Loki looked up sharply from the white board, though his expression went from suspicion to calm and friendly in an instant. "Of course not, please sit. A lady should not be left without a conversational companion for a meal."

He moved the white board out of the way, then used a napkin to erase what he'd been writing on it. He set the board and the markers aside.

It hadn't been anything all that interesting yet. He needed more information. And of course, the way to get more information was to talk with people. The room had filled up quite a bit without him noticing. He'd been lost a bit too deeply in thought, it seemed.

Since he was still playing the part of the courteous and courtly young man, he stood and directed a polite and precise bow at her. He'd already caught on to the fact that this was not a common greeting, but the mortals seemed to find it charming enough so far, and it went with the persona. "My name is Lingormr. And yours, lady?"

[thecamellia]

The gut reaction didn’t go unnoticed, but Tsubaki smiled anyway since she had been the one to intrude out of the blue. “If you’re sure it’s all right,” she said. And being referred to as a lady yet! That was very polite of him to say; she hoped his invitation wasn’t just an extension of that politeness, covering up the fact that she was causing a disruption

[age_of_kings]

Part of Tolten wanted, upon hearing he had a choice, to hole himself up in the music room. But he was still a bit wary of the strange instruments. And anyway, it would be a noisy room. The young king needed to think and he needed to think diligently.

He had gathered what information on last night's horrors that seemed to be had. And so now what? He couldn't not venture outside. And he wasn't about to spend his nights running for his life. Not when he knew damn well he had another option, that didn't involve running or smashing his pipe into some death bird's diseased maw.

But it wasn't really all that simple. And he didn't even have someone here he could speak to for advice! Certainly there were fine young men he counted as his friends, but this? This was...highly personal. And regarding a subject of some confusion and distress, at least to him. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with him. Other than a sheltered life and a lack of anything even remotely resembling romantic interaction with another person. If he

[ofthemotions]

Given the choice, Mikado didn't have much thought on the matter. The woman who questioned him (a different kind of headache than the military men, that was being made clear whenever she called for him with a wrong name and a syrupy voice) tilted her head to consider, and then decided for him with a happy gleam in her eyes. He recognized that look as something close to the kind Masaomi gave before unleashing a plan, and Mikado gave up the fight before it began.

Though perhaps he should have fought harder. This room was.... The place he had met that man. The one who refused to identify himself as anything other than Claire Stanfield-- Okay, no, that was incorrect. He also identified as Vino, the Rail Tracer.... Mikado sighed heavily in memory, his headache growing larger. This place was just like Ikebukuro, in a way. There wasn't anyone here that could be defined as normal. He had learned that very, very well the past few days

[age_of_kings]

What was it about this room?

Twice now Tolten had found himself suffering his own pet phobia of being looked at while he went about his notes. And not simply looked at, but the focus of someone's attention. He knew no harm was likely meant, but he hated the feel of eyes on him. It haunted him still from when he was small.

But the silence that had threatened to grow awkward when Tolten first realized he was being scrutinized was broken. And the young man who's attention he'd caught looked the very model of harmless. He was probably only looking for a kind someone to pass the hours with. Tolten understood that all too well.

"Ah...something like that," he responded, flushing slightly. He felt a bit silly, still. As though he were woefully out of fashion or out of date. So many people here had customs so unlike his own, and he worried he was making social blunder after social blunder without even realizing it!

"I...like to make things."

[ofthemotions]

The reaction to Mikado's social fail... Was something familiar. The boy frowned a beat as he attempted to place it, then blinked as he realized that this man... Acted like

[pullstrung]

As much as he couldn't help but worry over how Jesse would adjust to this horrifying place, the nurses hadn't given Woody much of a chance to stick by him. Still, Woody had tried to use the opportunity to search for Buzz -- any sign of him at all, even -- but he'd come up empty-handed. He could understand losing track of each other after Woody blacked out for so many days (yet another thing he didn't like to think about, actually), but this was starting to worry him. Buzz's roommate had said he was still around, but then why hadn't they seen each other since then

[scintillatingly]

Sora was about halfway through his sandwich when he heard someone walking up to him, and when he turned in his seat he saw none other than Woody standing there. His eyes widened in response, since he hadn't seen much of the man since the day that Aguilar had showed up. That felt like so long ago now! Sora was pretty relieved to see that Woody, who had only been nice to him thus far, was still here

[pullstrung]

Once Sora extended the invitation, Woody pulled out the chair and sat down beside him. "Thanks," he warmly said. "And I'm, y'know...alive, so I guess I can't complain." Well, he could complain, and part of him definitely wanted to vent about what had happened last night, but he refrained for now. To be honest, with how crazy some of the patients here were, he didn't really like the idea of going out of his comfort zone and sitting by actual people. But Sora was a good kid, even if Woody felt like he took too much responsibility onto himself. Running that club of his sounded like a lot of work, for one thing. For another, he still didn't like the idea of someone so young getting into fights at night

[scintillatingly]

"It is! I just hope that he sticks around for good this time!" Or at least until all of them were able to escape as a team. Sora didn't know if the memory loss and brainwashing did any permanent damage, but it still bothered him that Riku had been put through it so many times. It couldn't be good. Not that he wanted to create problems that weren't there, but he couldn't help worrying a little

[full_score]

Free time? Not that Claude was going to complain, but it seemed odd to have the schedule change like that the day after Martin Landel supposedly came back. Granted, he wasn't going to complain, exactly, though he couldn't help but wonder about the reasons

[avengingfists]

Ilia was still feeling a bit disturbed about Anise's hesitation about her going to the basement when lunch was called. Perhaps Rose, Gamzee and herself had just been lucky and encountered the easy stuff so far. But if it was true that the basement was the next step in escaping Landel's, then it had to be braved

[full_score]

Thankfully, Claude didn't have to look for long. He eventually saw his mother settle down at one of the tables, her eyes apparently lost in thought as she began to eat her lunch. Seeing her in person made some of the tension in his stomach dissipate, but he was still anxious to learn what she'd been up to.

"Hi," he brightly greeted as he approached her seat. While part of him nearly just grabbed a chair and plopped down next to her, he had to remind himself that, from her perspective, she really didn't know him that well. Granted, she'd trusted him enough to tell him about the mission the military had forced her into, and Claude definitely appreciated that, but he still didn't want to encroach on her time in case she'd planned to meet someone this shift.

"Um, is it all right if I sit here?" he asked after a brief pause.

[avengingfists]

Ilia's reverie was interrupted by the younger blonde's happy greeting and she looked up at him with a smile. A warm feeling washed over her as she gazed up at him, like she had just been graced with the presence of an old friend. He had become her friend, definitely. Maybe that was all there was to it. "Claude! Oh, feel free

[gald_digger]

Anise left the Sun Room with a heavy feeling in her stomach. The thought of Ilia going through what she and her friends did in the Coliseum... It was almost too much to bear. Despite the growing anxiety in her mind, however, the day had to go on

[tasteoftruth]

He was going to murder that man. He'd do it right in front of everyone so they could all see what a complete and utter depraved bastard Byrne Faraday was--and they could shoot Badd afterwards, if they felt like it, because he barely cared anymore. How dare take advantage of how much Badd cared for him?

He'd...ugh. Badd picked up his sack lunch and stalked into the arts and crafts room, looking for some place he could hide himself from his homicidal urges. He needed a lollipop.

Badd caught sight of Anise and almost immediately the top layers of his rage were chipped away.

"You doing all right, kid?" he asked, coming up next to her. As all right as could be expected in a place like this. He was still very amazed that she had endured here longer than he had.

[gald_digger]

Unfortunately for Anise, all efforts to get her mind off of Ilia went out the window just as the woman herself walked in the door, then took a seat at a different table. Anise watched, uneasy, as Claude went to join her. She was too far to hear what they were saying, but... maybe Claude was going to help dissuade her, too. Maybe he could do it...

She was so engrossed in staring and straining her ears to eavesdrop that the sound of a voice beside her nearly made her jump. "Oh!" Turning to look at the source, she saw it was that Badd guy from the other day. "It's you!"

With the question he asked, Anise supposed he might have seen her troubled look. Not wanting to make the man worry, she quickly put on a bright (mostly fake) smile. "Um, yeah! I'm totally, completely fine! Never better. How about you? -- Oh, do you want to sit down?"