Day 31: Breakfast

[tsunagari]

And then he was back in his room again. Sai frowned at the ceiling momentarily, but was soon sitting up. He was back in the Landel's uniform again, which really saved him the trouble of having to change, didn't it

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[son_ofkrypton]

Clark jerked awake without ever feeling like he'd ever been asleep.

It wasn't just gradually waking up in stages and realizing that there were little things that were different. It was like being awake the whole time, except there was yet another frightening gap in his memory. If he didn't know better, he'd think that there was no difference in time...except the morning's sun streaming through the window was a dead giveaway that he couldn't account for hours gone. Wesker, too, was gone

[udo_retrovirus]

The nurse had been coming at him, and he had tried moving out of the way a bit too slowly. The instruments sticking out of her had cut a long gash down the side of his arm

[son_ofkrypton]

"'Morning," Clark replied. His smile was a little on the feeble side. At least he managed one. He didn't feel in the best of moods, but he had to at least seem friendly to his fellow patients no matter his own issues. Being nice went a long way with people and anyway, it wasn't really fair to take out his problems on others

[udo_retrovirus]

"A bit," Junior admitted, shrugging. "The nurses are kinda cranky when they haven't gotten much sleep." Then again, his little group had gone to call them out last night. That was just tempting fate. He glanced over at the guy to see a similar bandage on his arm. "What about you? Anything more dangerous than a cranky nurse?"

From the way it was bandaged, probably not, but the redhead had no clue what all lurked in the building at night.

"I'm Junior, by the way" he said, introducing himself before picking up a pig in a blanket. It was the nice thing to do, seeing as how they didn't really know each other, and...hey, that was pretty good. He didn't remember anyone back home ever making this, but he'd have to try to convince someone to do it once they got home. They had to try this. "Do you remember what they said about this?" he asked, holding up the pig in a blanket. "It's really good, and I want to see about getting a friend back home to make 'em."

[usoppsenchou]

He woke up feeling intense relief. Then panic, then relief again. I can think clearly, right? Just as practice, sitting up in his bed, he tried to think of a way to structure the trap they'd spoken of the night before. That's so simple anyone could build it. The design appeared in his mind clear as daylight. Maybe tonight he'd lose his mind again, but today at least he felt confident as he headed to breakfast.

And it looked good, too! Who didn't like pancakes and sausage? To celebrate the power of thinking, he took extras, and plenty of juice. He'd be ready for his meeting with Mello, that was for sure. Whatever the suspicious guy was up to, at least if he wanted to swindle Usopp he'd have to put some effort into it now.

Sai was standing around at one of the tables as though waiting. Maybe he was worried that Usopp's mind wouldn't be clear enough to remember their meeting? Probably a reasonable worry. Usopp sauntered over, grinning widely. "Good morning! I feel like me again."

[cnflctofintrst]

The first thing Mello did when he woke was scramble to find the scissors, which had somehow made it to the drawer of his desk. He yanked them apart, careful not to slice his fingers, and although it was harder than he'd expected, the metal was thin enough to bend around the screw with a bit of effort. One half was returned to the drawer and he slit his waistband with the other, then slid the blade inside of it. Keeping sharp objects that close to his skin was unnerving, considering how often this place fell into violence, but he didn't have much of a choice. At least it wasn't pointing downwards this time. He'd just finished tugging his shirt back over his pants when the door opened and a nurse appeared, ready to lead him to breakfast

[tsunagari]

Sai offered Usopp his brightest smile as the pirate came to join him. His friend even looked as though he felt more like himself, which was definitely a positive thing. "Good morning to you too. This is good news." That meant things could be discussed with everyone at their full capacity.

As Mello arrived, the ninja took a seat. They had both been very prompt. While Usopp was to be expected, this spoke well for Mello's interest in working with them. "Hello to you also," he added with a nod at the blond.

Picking around at his fruit a bit, he glanced between the two of them. "Did the rest of your night go well, Mello-san?"

[usoppsenchou]

"Hi." Usopp smiled a bit too widely as Mello arrived, sitting down too. He felt overconfident, with his brain back in place and orderly again. Well, 'orderly' might be too strong a word, but at least the sort of order he was used to. He no longer felt as though his head were going to float off, or his brains were going to escape out his ears.

Usopp didn't hesitate to start into his pancake-and-sausage combination, letting Sai's question to Mello sit for now. That was right, he'd be smart and listen, instead of blathering his head off like an idiot the way he had last night. The fact that this decision also allowed him to start eating his breakfast faster was beside the point.

If being stupid made you really hungry, that would explain a whole lot about Luffy, Usopp reflected...

[misterprince]

It felt like Sanji's world had been flipped upside-down. In a very literal sense. He might have been nearing consciousness again, hanging limply (and in a rather undignified manner!) from Zoro's arm, but now he was on his back and staring up an an all-too-familiar ceiling.

Shit. Not again.

Sitting up caused the pirate to let out a groan of pain, and he'd soon fallen back down. Prying tired eyes open, he could see the top edge of the bandages wrapped all across his middle and shoulder. He could feel them on his leg, too. Right. That monstrous, yet terribly beautiful, woman-thing had attacked them. And Nami was okay, wasn't she?

The feverish feeling brought along by that woman's presence hadn't entirely gone away, and when his nurse arrived to help him to the cafeteria he only managed to pay enough attention to tell him that no he wouldn't be needing a wheelchair and could wobble walk just fine on his own

[kirasonlyone]

The explosion Light had been bracing himself for did indeed come but it was already early the next morning when Misa shot up in bed, yelling excitedly and completely intending to engulf Light in pure, relieved love with her bossom. To say she'd been irritable when she realized that Light wasn't actually there gave insight to what kind of nerves (re-enforced steel, harder than concrete) her nurse had.

But she'd managed to keep him safe that night anyway, right? Hopefully. It was all Misa could do not to worry her head off as she was led to the cafeteria.

Not exactly vegetarian herself but unable to keep from disapproving at the fatty choice of breakfast being served, Misa got a bowl of fruit salad and a glass of milk to go with it.

When Light hadn't appeared by the time she finished choosing breakfast, Misa quickly remembered her assigned mission. She was going to have to make friends wasn't she? And learn how to use the knife...

Right! She could do this! Time to make Light proud!After a serious look around to see who was the

[misterprince]

The chef had been staring blearily at his glass of juice when Misa arrived, but her voice caused him to look up quickly enough that his head hurt afterwards. What an adorable and bouncy young woman! Sanji gave her a crooked smile immediately, somewhat dreamy and dazed looking. "Misa-Misa-chan can sit wherever she likes!"

If she was here because he looked like he needed comforting, then he was going to start worrying less about how lame he appeared. Imagine that! Women coming up to him all on their own. And it wasn't as though he was faking it, either. That was out of the question. All the same, he might as well take advantage of things while he could.

Now if only this fever would die down so he could think more clearly.

[kirasonlyone]

Oooh... that was an enthusiastic response.

"Heehee, thank you!" His sudden familiarity with her name didn't bother her, as she was used to fans and their fondness for nicknames. She found it kind of cute, actually. He looked like the fawning type and that just made it easier for her to get close to him.

Misa set her breakfast down but instead of immediately taking her seat, she first bowed to Sanji politely and greeted, "My name is Amane Misa! Nice to meet you!"

Then she took her seat and cutely tilted her head to the side.

[qui_gonjinn]

Qui-Gon woke up with the Earthian music device in the bed with him

[manhattan_red]

Another downside to being human that should have been quite obvious from the start: no stone sleep meant no concrete cure-all. So when Brooklyn woke (still a very unusual feeling) he was still in a fair bit of pain. It wasn't nearly as bad as it had been just before the night had ended, but he could still feel some bruising under the bandages.

It wasn't anything he couldn't handle, he decided. Humans had lived this way their entire existence, so complaining about it would be silly. He'd deal with it just like everyone else did, though he couldn't help but dread how long it would take for the wounds to heal completely. At least the healing rate of the patients seemed to be increased in this place.

His wounds were momentarily forgotten as the smell of glorious sausage wafted in from the cafeteria. He was soon seated with a full plate and looking just a bit more pleased than when he'd woken up. Oh the wonders of food and the growing gargoyle.

[waiting for Vlad]

[vladville]

Vlad woke up with a wheeze like a death-rattle, but he woke up, and for now that was the important thing. There was something intensely unfair about the fact that he was in so much agony and hadn't even done anything wrong. Not even something so minor as taking something from the prison's stores. In fact, he'd really been on excellent behavior last night, which just went to prove that no good deed would go unpunished.

There was no time to linger in self-pity, unfortunately, as a nurse arrived with a wheelchair to carry him off for breakfast. Perky as always, and astonishingly failing to note anything at all strange about the fact that he'd gone to bed in perfect health and woken up half-dead. (Hah. Droll.) They weren't trying very hard at pretending all of this was truly an institute, were they? She did natter something about an 'accident', between bright forecasts of a beautiful day and a wonderful breakfast and rainbows with pots of gold and other things he managed to smile and nod at politely

[manhattan_red]

Brooklyn glanced up in surprise, and had to chew and swallow his current bite of breakfast before he could reply. "Oh! Hey!" He hadn't expected the older man to come seek him out, but it was good to know that he'd be okay, even if he was wheelchair bound. And he was definitely more cheerful than he had been.

He almost considered pulling up a chair before he realized how stupid that would be. "Are you, uh..." Feeling better? Doing okay? Bandaged well? "I mean, I'm glad to see the nurses did their job."

[vladville]

"They have patched me up quite a bit, yes. I'm not exactly one hundred percent, of course..." He chuckled gamely, then winced at the effort. The nurse had cut his bagel into bite-sized pieces for him, which he supposed was considerate enough of her, but he was mostly eager for her to leave already so he could speak in semi-privacy. "Yes, thank you, I believe I'll be fine now..."

"You just raise a hand if you need any help at all, Mr. Masters!" She patted him on the head and he managed to reduce himself to merely looking very annoyed rather than murderous. At least she left after that.

"And how are you?" He turned his attention back to Brooklyn, smiling weakly again. "You seem to be feeling a bit more lively yourself."