Day 34: Intercom, Noon

[damned_intercom]

"Good afternoon, patients, and I am glad to see our new arrivals are already making such good friends with our current population!" The Head Doctor's words were usual, unremarkable, which meant that whatever had gone out of control these past couple days was evening out into some form of Dr. Landel's nefarious schemes. For now, however, he simply

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[whirlingwinds]

Naruto had no idea what was going on. He was waking up, that much he could tell, but he hadn't even been aware of falling asleep in the first place. Maybe he'd been so tired, so exhausted, after -- after his failure.

He groaned, opening his eyes slowly. He blinked a few times, frowning when he didn't recognize his surroundings. Everything looked so...faded.

Shit, he thought, sitting up quickly. He didn't know where he was, but he remembered the last place he'd been...At Orochimaru's lair, seeing Sasuke again for the first time in a few years. Sasuke's words and his attempts to hurt them, and then...Orochimaru stopping him. They'd left. It wasn't possible that he'd somehow been brought to Sound. And if he had, shouldn't Sakura, Sai and Yamato be there as well

[host_club_honey]

“Dennis? Dennis, come on now, it’s time to get up

[showtime_matsu]

Something was very, very wrong. Matsuda could tell that as soon as he woke up. He was used to loud voices waking him up, usually berating him for falling asleep on the job, so that wasn't anything new; and he hadn't spent much time in his own bed since the Kira investigation began, which wasn't anything new either. No, what stuck out most to Matsuda in his still half-asleep state was that something loud was waking him up and none of the others were around. It wasn't Aizawa's voice, or Ide's. Mogi wouldn't have said anything, rarely did, and Light was nicer about it than his other colleagues. It wasn't even the Chief--

Oh. Right, he thought a bit sullenly as he rubbed at his eyes and took a closer look at the room. The Chief was gone, so it couldn't have been him. Light was probably with his family taking care of things, and poor Sayu...she hadn't been responding to much of anything since she'd been abducted, and this definitely wasn't going to help. It was just one big streak of bad luck for the Yagami family, and Matsuda wished that

[showtime_matsu]

Well, could they blame him? His line of work didn't seem to matter when Kira was involved; the Chief was the third of them that the case had claimed, even though this one was more directly related to the notebook. Still, that was the sort of thing that Matsuda thought would make him want to catch the bastard even more, instead of getting himself landed in a institution. And what sort of name was Landel's? Something American? How had he gotten here? The way she'd said it, it seemed like he was supposed to know the place, but nothing rang any bells. He was only vaguely aware that she had begun to speak again, but looked back over and tried to pay attention. "--you have any other questions? If you'll come with me, we can get you some lunch, and I can try to answer what I can on the way. I'm sure you're hungry after sleeping in for so long

[notaleaf]

The last thing Wash remembered was his eyes being very open, so when he found himself opening them again, it was enough of a shock to his system to send him bolting upright with a shout and scramble to the side in order to dodge...dodge something. He was sure he was supposed to be getting out of the way of something, but all he did was tangle himself up in the sheets and land unceremoniously on the floor with a painful thump.

Ow. Wait. What? This wasn't right. Why were there bed sheets? There were no bed sheets in the cockpit, he could vouch for that much. This wasn't the cockpit. This was wrong. And bad. Where was Zoe

[justice_to_a_t]

There seemed to be a voice cutting through Mikami's semi-conscious mind, interrupting whatever chaotic dream he'd been having. He was standing or floating in a silver courtroom, while the voice turned to text and hung in the air, droning about chicken tenders. There was a hanged-man at a table, with people in white and black with dark auras defending him. A faceless god and judge laughed under his breath. He thought he could smell old paper... and waffles.Mikami rolled over suddenly, disturbed but not quite sure why yet. He'd been having odd dreams ever since getting the Death Note, so of course that wasn't it. But he definitely felt an odd twinge of anxiety, and his mind wandered vaguely trying to decipher it. Then suddenly, he remembered that today was highly important. And somehow he was already aware without his alarm going off. His eyes snapped open

[justice_to_a_t]

Suddenly, the door rattled and a woman in a nurse's uniform appeared. She seemed a tad harried, as if she was behind schedule and would rather be doing other things, but smiled pleasantly as she came in through the door- an expression Mikami was too busy having his head down to notice. The sight of her patient's dejected demeanor didn't exactly catch her off guard (he was new and probably confused like they all were at first), but the fact that he actually reeled when he finally looked up and saw her didn't help her pitying impression