Day 26: Sun Room (4th Shift)

[stray_shinigami]

Some day, he really did intend to go to the game room, just to see what they had in the way of games. But not today. He was simply not in the mood to do anything approaching fun, and he was starting to feel like shit from a combination of being sedated and not having eaten anything yet all day

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[traitors_smile]

Gin let his expression slip for a moment as he was escorted to the next shift. He should talk to Ran, he knew, but he could never tell which of these rooms a person would be in. So long as it gave him a break from Homura, he supposed it didn't matter too much, but on the other hand, he'd prefer to get a word in with Rangiku before he did

[stray_shinigami]

He hadn't been dozing, really; he'd been too wrapped up in his own thoughts to really pay attention to anything outside of his own head. As always, it was a mistake.

He sat up quickly, the moment he recognized Ichimaru's voice. Not exactly the first person he'd really want his session of brooding interrupted by. But sadly, at this point, there were people he wanted to avoid far more than he wanted to avoid this man.

A quick glance told him that for now, they were pretty much alone. And Rukia and the Captain were no doubt taking showers, so he'd avoid trouble in that direction for not just trying to punch Gin in the face on the principle of the thing.

"What do you want?" he asked. He tried to make it the normal, pissy growl, but it sounded more tired than anything. Not good.

[traitors_smile]

He'd been ready for a much more violent reaction, but given the amount of sedatives he'd seen pumped into Abarai earlier, not to mention the show he'd put on, it wasn't terribly surprising. He sounded annoyed, but that was easier to work with than the reactions he'd seen for most of the day.

Renji seemed to prefer blunt and to-the-point. He wasn't stupid, at least, not in the typical sense. So how to begin? Couldn't be any more difficult than playing word games with Homura, right?

"I was thinkin' talk would be a good start," he explained, "seein' as I don't think another brawl would do ya much good." He hadn't been sedated yet and he planned to keep it that way. "I'll keep things short n' sweet," he paused, but only for a moment, "I want in."

[stray_shinigami]

Renji was about to growl something about brawling (trust the bastard to bring up something utterly humiliating as the opening conversational move) but then stopped his mouth half open.

And re-ran what Ichimaru had said, in his head.

And then just stared at the man, a short laugh bubbling up from his lips. "Wait, hold on. Run that by me again. I think the drugs must've fucked up my hearing."

Ichimaru wasn't the only one who could be a bastard when he felt like it.

[fuyunohanabi]

She'd been keeping an eye on Gin in the cafeteria when the shift change had come and had seen him go into the Sun Room. It would be easy enough to change her mind if it turned out he wasn't there and had gone to the Games Room instead. Luckily her first instinct worked well.

She wasn't expecting to see him and Renji actually talking, or some semblance thereof, rather than trying to beat each other into a pulp. Would wonders never cease? She frowned, getting her first good look at Renji since his somewhat odd posts on the bulletin the previous day. Yeah, he looked like crap. She sighed softly and walked to a nearby sofa, close enough to let them know she was there but not close enough to be able to overhear. She wouldn't interfere unless they asked or they started trying to kill each other (again).

[hajike_tobiume]

[from here.]

Momo wandered in from the Game Room and cast a tired look around. No Hitsugaya, but there was Renji and he was talking to...

The vice captain pursed her lips for a moment before sighing. It seemed she'd have to wait even longer to actually talk to and be in the company of the ornery redhead. It'd been almost two days now and not being able to talk to him was starting to really get to her.

Looking around, she noted Integra's presence, but the woman seemed in deep thought and honestly, Momo wasn't in the right condition to deal with her roommate. She'd have to come next shift, but until then she could find someone else to talk to.

And there was Rangiku. Momo traversed the room and tiredly sank down on the couch next to her fellow vice captain.

"The boys better get done soon," she muttered to Ran with a nod toward Renji and Gin. "It's been almost two days and I still haven't gotten to actually say hello to Renji." She looked over and her face softened seeing the bandages.

"Need a heal?"

[fuyunohanabi]

Things looked a little tense, but they werenn't screaming or trading blows. THat counted as civil in Rangiku's book. As long as she didn't have to move more then necessary anyway. If she did she'd be annoyed

[hajike_tobiume]

"I doubt he'll remotely delegate now," she said quietly as she leaned back in the couch, thankful for the extra room, and brought her knees up to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs and hugged them to herself, careful to not put too much pressure on her own injuries.

"I figured you probably didn't need healing, but it never hurts to ask," she said. "Looks uncomfortable, though. What manner of creature was responsible?"

She kept an eye on the two men, waiting for them to finish.

[clockmongler]

[Unknowingly waiting for the Superior. :x Pray he lives.]

Tyche was by far better company than that damnedable Keybrat. At least she was adorable when she batted at his laid-out cards, nonetheless did not act the part of a bother.

The Gambler had taken to finding a nice spot on the floor, currently examining the few upturned faces in the sea of blue and white. Two of Spades and Ten of Hearts in Past, Ace of Spades in the Present…

A Joker in the Future. He stared at it curiously, fingers of his left hand idly allowing the black, fluffy kitten to play with them. After a moment, he picked the card from the floor, flipping it between the fingers of his other hand.

"However did this get in here?"

[itneverwas]

Finding Luxord had not proved to be a difficult task. Upon entering the Sun Room, Xemnas spotted the Gambler almost immediately among the few already within the lounge. Most importantly, he was by himself.

He calmly approached the other Nobody, picking a seat close to Luxord's spot on the floor.

"Good afternoon, number X."

[clockmongler]

Superior…

Luxord discarded the slip of paper and plastic once the voice rang, and he shot the elder Nobody a smirk before plucking the kitten off the ground and onto his lap. Xemnas knew. And more than that, he knew Luxord knew. Still, the blond would not let it show, could not. Not if he wished to stay in his non-existent condition.

So he smiled. He nodded in his head in regard. "Did you wish to speak with me, my Superior?"

[itneverwas]

Xemnas watched the Gambler picked up the kitten and sat it onto his lap with mild amusement even though the Superior was more of a dog person. He returned X's smile with one of his own, even despite his smiles were merely an echo of what they were supposed to be. Perhaps, his smile was even a little unnerving.

"Oh, can't a Superior interact with his subordinates once in a while, number X?" Of course, the Superior was perfectly aware of the fact Luxord knew what he knew. Number II made sure of that, yet it wouldn't change the outcome of the situation. It was no surprise X would play innocent, however.

"After all, we cannot use any more of these betrayals." he added, his tone still passive, yet not holding any accusations. "Don't you agree, Luxord?"

[tartaros_avatar]

[Waiting for Kimbley!]

Recluse did his best to ignore the painfully bright light of the sun room, finding a chair and sitting down to wait. Even if events during the night had been cut short, this dayshift was proving itself to be productive enough to make up for that.

He had an idea of who had asked for the explosives. He took out out his notebook, flipping through the pages of coded observations and other notes. He had enough information that others had given out to put together a description of who he was looking for. He'd just have to wait... He then turned to the back of the notebook, taking out an already creased square of paper. He hadn't finished the origami that he had started during breakfast. He quickly began refolding his steps, re-creating the progress he had made towards a finished Mt. Diablo Tarantula, just to pass the time.

[crimson_handed]

((Coming from here. ))

With his hand fixed and his mood set significantly higher in one day than it had been in the last several weeks (if you counted his time alive and kicking in Amestris), Kimbley sauntered into the Sun Room with one thing on his mind.

Explosives.

Someone in this forsaken hellhole was constructing explosives. And even if he couldn't use his alchemy properly, he still knew how to work with the homemade kind. While he would have liked to have made them himself and used them on his own time, time was holding him back. He hadn't been here long enough. He needed a jump start.

And he doubted that this person was from Amestris, anyway, or they wouldn't have been working on this. Explosives were his business there.

Kimbley approached the only red-eyed man in the room, keeping a careful distance of five feet when he stopped. He appraised the man once, a sharp, quick glance, before speaking.

"You're the explosives guy, am I right?"

[tartaros_avatar]

Recluse looked up from his folding. So, he had been right. Good. "Yes. My name is Stefan Richter." He gestured to a nearby chair. Rather than waste any more time on acting polite, he immediately began on the business at hand. "I have been working to create high quality Thermite. I don't have the best materials, but the energy yield will be very high- about 4 kilojoules per gram, and burning at about 2500 degrees Celsius--About 4500 degrees Fahrenheit."

[crimson_handed]

Kimbley sat down and immediately raised his eyebrows. No, this man didn't mince words, which was probably for the best. He listened to everything Richter said and considered it, eyes flat and his mouth a straight line.

When the man finished, he spoke.

"Sounds effective. How do you put it together?"

Casually, Kimbley reached into his pocket and pulled out the bandages that had been wrapped around his hand as of five minutes ago, and started rewrapping them around the once-wounds.

[arc_wrench]

[Waiting for Captain Jack!]

HK found a seat, as far away from all the meatbags as possible. Why did I agree to this? Have I caught some sort of brain disease? His back complained as he sat down, protesting the bending it had to do. Oh, right. That's why. HK was almost disturbingly flexible for a meatbag, but he wasn't used to the idea of muscles. He had been keeping them far too tight, and that was apparently not a good thing. He sighed, trying to keep his face in its normal blank mask.

Why did I agree to this?

[killing_suzie]

Considering HK's... issues, Captain Jack had half expected him to be cowering in the corner, or hiding in the Sun Room. But no, there he was, looking blank and, well, robotic.

He paused to give Rangiku a cheerful smile and wave - Gin looked like he was busy - and then walked on over to his new friend. "Hey there," he said, sitting down on the arm of HK's chair.

[arc_wrench]

HK was, just as before, far too focused on keeping his face blank and not looking at the other meatbags to notice that the one he was waiting for had approached. Before he could really stop from embarrassing himself, he squeaked and nearly fell out of the chair.

He caught himself, standing, with a slightly flustered look momentarily crossing his features. "Greeting: Um... hello." Oh, that was brilliant, wasn't it? So graceful.

[killing_suzie]

Jack favored HK with a shining, friendly smile, standing back up. "Wow, you really are tense," he said. There was a couch nearby. He sat down on it, then patted the space beside him with his hand. "Come on. Let's see if we can fix that."