Day 30: Cafeteria, Breakfast

[whiteychan]

Hitsugaya woke with a start

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[valyns_shadow]

"That smells good," Shadow said with a smile, sitting across from Keman. He hadn't seen the dragon in a day and it was good to see he was recovering from his wounds. He picked up a fork and pulled off a tiny piece from Keman's sweet bread, popping it into his mouth.

"Ancestors, that tastes better then it smells," Shadow groaned. "Where did you get it? Do you think they could bring me one as well? Or a dozen?"

[valyns_shadow]

"Hold that thought," Shadow said and quickly hurried over to grab two more cinnamon rolls. He grinned as he sat down, digging into the rolls, eating the rest of Keman's in one bite.

"Alright, so, what were you going to say?" he asked.

[qui_gonjinn]

[About to get pounced on by Sanzo

[31st_of_china]

It was like deja vu, those first few minutes. Waking up with a gun in his hand, just like before. The cigarette was new.

Except he'd wised up. He wasn't about to waste this one trying to break out and get to Landel during the day; one bad attempt was enough. That crap with the bullets swerving around the targets couldn't be a coincidence.

He had another chance and this time, he was going to do it right. Even if it went holding his tongue until the nightshift.

Still, there was something he couldn't leave hanging.

Sanzo didn't wait to get permission to sit down or even an acknowlegment. The monk promptly seated himself across from Qui-Gon.

"What the hell did you do to me last night?" he asked.

[qui_gonjinn]

Qui-Gon looked up, eyebrows raised as Sanzo launched into a question without so much as a "hello".

"Good morning," Qui-Gon said mildly. He set down his journal, gazing across the table at the other patient. "I'm afraid I'm not sure what you're talking about."

He hadn't done much, in his opinion. Sanzo had been too strong-willed - distracted, yes, but still strong-willed - and his own control of the Force was weak. The most he'd been able to do was try to siphon off that anger and frustration and let it drain from the other patient before he blew up even more in the radio-man's face. It hadn't been as active as Force persuasion. But perhaps that was what Sanzo was talking about. It was surprising that he seemed perfectly aware that Qui-Gon must've done something though.

[31st_of_china]

He'd done something in Sanzo's opinion. Having the anger drain right out of him like that just wasn't natural, at least for him. The timing had been almost on cue too.

Qui-Gon didn't seem like an enemy, at least not like any he'd encountered so far. Something in the priest's gut said he just wasn't one. However, that didn't mean he was going to let the older man off the hook so easily. Sanzo wanted to know what he was dealing with in another patient.

"I think we both know what I'm talking about," Sanzo replied. "You did something last night to me when you touched me. What was it, and how?"

[broken_babylon]

[reserved for Sei-chan!]Everything felt distant and unreal to Subaru, come morning. He could tell he was running a fever even before the nurse came in and started fussing over him. She tried to get him to stay in his room, but he'd only end up brooding if he did that and besides, Hokuto would flip out if he disappeared for another day. So eventually he got a cane from the nurse and limped his way into the cafeteria with her hovering behind him worriedly

[notahangedman]

After spending the whole night chanting and drawing spells, Seishirou felt a bit drained. He hid yet another yawn into his palm as he stepped into the cafeteria not long after Subaru. The yawn was cut short as he saw the younger man, however, limping, obviously hurt and sick.

The assassin shot a glance at the nurse who came with him, his eyes narrowing a little, his single amber eye painted with murderous intent, heavy on the violent side. It was a new kind of emotion to have, and Seishirou found himself chuckling softly. Interesting.

He didn't pay much mind to the food he piled on his plate, for once, as long as there was something. He doubted that he had time or energy for culinaristic pleasures this morning. However, when he lowered his tray beside Subaru's and pulled himself a chair beside the younger man, Seishirou was smiling just like he always was.

"You look rather horrible, Subaru-kun," he said quietly as he sat down, turning his chair slightly towards Subaru.

[broken_babylon]

In a way, Subaru had been expecting Seishirou to show up for some time now. He was still a bit surprised that the older man hadn't put in an appearance during the debacle last night. It was just as well that he hadn't, mind, but it was unusual--Subaru had been leaking blood all over the place, after all, and that was usually when Seishirou showed up or intervened or otherwise made his presence felt. Well, maybe he didn't feel the need for the fiction of "rescuing" Subaru anymore.

"I had a bit of a difficult night." It wasn't as bad as it could have been--everyone made it out more or less in one piece--but he'd used a fair amount of energy on top of being injured. And then there had been all that tension between Kurogane and Fai... it had been awkward and unpleasant, and Subaru still wasn't sure what to make of it. He did want to check on Kurogane at some point today, though, and make sure the man was adjusting okay to life in this strange place.

[notahangedman]

With an arched brow, Seishirou reached for Subaru's forehead, cool fingers brushing over the feverish skin, taking strands of black hair with them. "They've given you something for the fever?" he asked softly.

He glanced at Subaru's tray, noting what he was eating and how much liquids there was. That was quite virtually all he could do for now.

"Tell me about the night," he suggested as he withdrew his hand, propping his elbow on the table and his chin to his palm, watching Subaru. He was still wearing the smile, even warmer one this time, full of hidden meanings.

[for_marian]

[free for threading ^_^]

Being able to get around using only a cane instead of crutches was an improvement, but not quite enough of one to make Leon any less cranky.

The smell of sweet, sticky cinnamon rolls, on the other hand, did a great deal in improving Leon's mood. And though the ever-present nurse tsked at him disapprovingly, Leon managed to get two of the delicious-looking confections onto his plate before the wench demanded he take some cereal and fruit as well. A small victory, perhaps, but a victory nonetheless.

And so, as he carefully made his way to a table and sat down, Leon was almost--not quite, but almost--smiling.

[akarusa]

"Are you trying to tell me something?" Hokuto laughed, grabbing their umbrella out of the sand and trying to shield them both from the sudden rain. At least it wasn't too cold, but her idea of a good day at the beach involved sunshine.Kakyou half-smiled, replying sheepishly, "You know I've never been swimming

[for_marian]

Leon paused, a piece of cinnamon roll halfway between his plate and his mouth. He'd been tearing the roll into bite-sized pieces, so the fingers of both hands were covered in sticky sugar. It was an incredibly embarrassing position to be caught in, and Leon reddened slightly when he realised that he had forgotten himself to such an extent. "... Good morning."

He still wanted to suck the sugary icing and cinnamon filling off his fingers, but he would never do so in front of an observer. Reaching for a napkin, he carefully cleaned off his fingers, taking particular care with his maimed hand. The wound was closed and showing new pink skin all over, but Leon was still in the habit of treating it as though infection was a risk.

[akarusa]

"I've missed pastries," Hokuto said, taking a bite of cinnamon roll and closing her eyes. So good... keeping it near her face to breathe in the scent let her pretend, just for a moment, that she was in a bakery somewhere.

Opening her eyes again, she happened to spot Leon's maimed hand. Yikes--she did her best not to wince, since he probably didn't need any more attention called to it. "If only it was cold enough to wear jackets inside. I'd love to smuggle out any extras," she confided, softly enough so the nurses shouldn't hear.

Ironic, since she often didn't bother keeping her voice down much when discussing nighttime plans... well, those sounded like proof of her insanity. This was a little more mundane, and the nurses tended to interfere then!

[fuyunohanabi]

For a moment, there had been burning pain like thousands of needles digging into the skin of her hand, enough to make her grip on the katana loosen. But the worst of it was what she felt along with that touch.

She hadn't noticed... hadn't known and she'd never been able to stop anything... Hinamori and her captain and should she have gone with him?

The feeling didn't leave in the cold light of morning when Rangiku woke. SHe stared at her hand for a few seconds as the pattern faded, feeling raw and hollow and sick.

For once, breakfast was less than appealing and although she filled her plate as usual and feigned cheerfullness, anyone who knew her would be able to tell that she wasn't quite herself. She didn't seek out company, instead, picking out a seat in one corner and poking the food unenthusiastically.

[traitors_smile]

He'd wanted to accomplish more last night, but there was never any way to tell just when the night would end. Something was fishy about the whole thing. He hadn't been gone long, just enough to fetch the green-haired girl, but when he'd returned Ururu was shrieking about something as simple as a spirit or a hollow. There had been marks too, on the little girl; just what kind of ability did that spirit have

[fuyunohanabi]

Rangiku looked up and smiled wanly when Gin approached, making a token effort to eat a few bites of food and seem normal. He'd see through it instantly, of course, but at least she'd feel like she'd made the effort. When she needed to lose her composure, she was usually in a position to get drunk enough to hide it.

"A bad dream is one way of saying it," she said wryly. With one last look at the food, she turned so that she could lean back against Gin's side. She hated this feeling. It made her so... uncertain, even of things that she knew for sure.

[traitors_smile]

Try as she might, it was apparent that something was amiss. And between what had happened between last night and now, it wasn't difficult to put the pieces together.

He didn't move when she leaned on him, whether to support her or for his own selfish reasons he stayed where he was. "Saa... well why doncha describe it a lil'. Bad dreams always seem a lil' silly once th' mornin' comes, ne?"