Day 34: Sun Room

[scarletspeedstr]

[One speedster, free to a good home! Plays well with others and has had his shots. Adopt today!]Wally followed the steady stream of patients from the cafeteria towards the showers, but was prevented from entering by one of the ever-present nurses

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[sillybus]

[ Hoping for a Wally. sry for the tl;dr post. ]This time, when Yuuichi asked for his call, his nurse told him to wait for his family to visit. The nurse didn't give him much information on when that'd be, or, well, anything else. Instead she just told him 'he should make some friends in the Sun Room' before deserting him (in said room, or so he assumed

[sillybus]

There were a few options. One, someone had gone through the effort of transplanting hair (from where?) onto his head that looked like Silabus'; two ... Two he wouldn't resort to until he was absolutely sure of what was happening. Even if he assumed it was true, there had never been a map like this one. Judging from the time he'd been outside, it didn't have any boundaries either. No trademark landmarks of The World either. And what about those Atoli, Alkaid, and Haseo cosplayers he'd seen earlier

[scarletspeedstr]

[And a Wally ye shall get. ^^]Wally had been contemplating the benefits of taking a nap in the sunlight - not that he was particularly tired, but more in the hope that it would somehow result in him waking to find the whole situation easier to deal with - when he was approached by a younger patient

[sillybus]

For the most part he tried to stay still as he was inspected, although that didn't make the forced angle any less uncomfortable. He hadn't counted on it, but it did make sense. He'd probably be forced to tilt his head in similar angles when looking in a mirror anyway, and this way he had the confirmation of someone other than himself

[i_slay_giants]

[Waiting for Elle. Eventually]

Jack Horner stolled into the sun room and sighed. As far as days went, today was particularly unremarkable and dull. That wasn't to say it couldn't get better...there was still dinner. He glowered. Was it too much to ask for a day that made being attacked by the monsters at night worth it?

He fell back into one of the couches and glanced about the room. There weren't that many people there yet and those who were there held no interest to him. Damn it.

[ellectriclights]

[from here]

Hadn't that been full of thrills and chills? Elle was feeling particularly unhappy when her nurse showed her into the Sun Room, mumbling something about Elle having had too much fresh air already today.

Showers, people like Reid, those awful monster things at night... she couldn't decide which was worse. At least she had Eddie.

There was absolutely no one of interest in the Sun Room, except a rather attractive man who looked terribly bored. She could fix that for him, and maybe cheer herself up, too. Even if his hair was rather girly.

Pasting a grin onto her face, Elle bounced over to the man. "Hey handsome," she said in her typical cheery girlish voice. "What's got you down?"

[i_slay_giants]

Jack gave Elle a half glance before doing a double-take and looking more seriously at her. Now this was a hot chick and she was singling him out? Talk about good taste.

"I was just lamenting how lonely it is on this couch." He patted the cushion next to him. "Having a lovely lady such as yourself to keep my company would solve that, though."

[ellectriclights]

That was a different reaction than she usually got. Most boys seemed confused by or even wary of her, which she didn't understand. What was not to love?

With a wide grin, Elle jumped onto the couch and perched there on her knees. "So what's your story?" she asked, running one finger down the side of his face. He had some dark stubble on his chin, which was sort of a novelty; all her other boys were clean-shaven. She ghosted her thumb back and forth across his little beard, enjoying the scrub-brush feel of it.

[yin_yang_fox]

[led from here to wait for Angel--she there's physically, but not mentally. =P]

Renamon was led to a couch where she dropped unceremoniously on to. The nurse hovered for a minute, then finally put her notebook beside her, and walked away.

Any of her previous interviewees wouldn't recognize her. She sat slumped and askew, some of her wet hair was messed into her face, and she was staring without blinked at the ground in front of her. She didn't give off the air of being the epitome of professionalism and self-control anymore. But she wasn't in a place to really care. Motionless, she waited without remembering what exactly she was waiting for.

[blurred_divide]

[from here]

It took a bit of glancing through the crowd, but Angel eventually located the patient who simply went by "R." There hadn't even been any specification as to whether they were male or female, which made narrowing things down a bit harder.

It was a she, though, when he finally found her. And she looked...kind of out of it. Really out of it, actually. That wasn't a good sign.

He sat down across from her. "Are you all right?"

[yin_yang_fox]

[emo-Renamon is emo]

It seemed Renamon was in a far away place. Somewhere that wasn't Landel's at all. Maybe it was too much. She was human, she was powerless, she had fought two enemies that were like ones that had almost killed her, her relationship with Rika was common knowledge apparently--which, really, was more upsetting than the simple fact of her being fictional. Fictional, data, what did it matter? Either way she wasn't real to everyone around her. She could be dispersed, and then she would have never existed. But did she exist? Was she existing now?

And then... that.... That was....

There was a low rumble at the edges of her subconscious. A male speaking, she thought vaguely. Huh. The words hadn't registered to her, and she would have probably stayed buried in her catatonia at that point except for one thing. An almost relaxing feeling of vertigo. She didn't straighten or raise her head, but said quite clearly, "You're not human."

[blurred_divide]

Okay. Maybe not quite the answer Angel was looking for. He was pretty sure this was her, though. There couldn't have been anyone else with the markings she'd indicated.

"Neither are you," he replied simply. He cleared his throat. This was an awkward way to start the conversation.

"Um. I think you wanted to talk...? Are you sure you're okay? Because I can come back later," he said, gesturing hesitantly in the opposite direction.

[i_dont_paint]

[Waiting for Rude.]

Tony couldn't say he was disappointed to be ushered in a different direction than the bulk of the other adult patients, especially in light of the not-so-veiled warning issued over the intercom. Communal showers would have been aggravating enough without the threat of rampant groping.

The bulletin board caught his attention immediately as he entered the sun room. He headed toward it, waving off the nurse's suggestion that he 'go make friends'. Friends, so far as the term could apply to fellow inmates in an asylum, could wait. The collected discussions and notice postings were infinitely more likely to prove interesting. And, he decided, gaze skipping over a few of the more bizarre ones, entertaining.

[i_dont_paint]

Tony glanced up from the string of messages he'd been absently reading and nodded slightly in return. Being naturally curious, he didn't immediately return to his reading, his eyes instead absently tracking to the message the other patient had seemed to be replying to. After an instant's hesitation, over the notion of possibly provoking one of the people who really belonged under the care of the nice men with the butterfly nets, he craned his neck to get a better look.

Huh.

Fighting to suppress a look of amusement, he asked, "How's now?"

[roses_bleues]

Diva's hair was damp, so she must have been in the showers. She didn't really remember, aside from the feeling of being naked and warm water on her skin. She didn't really remember lunch. She didn't really care.

Ghosting in and out of sleep, the Chiropteran was now lying on one of the Sun Room's couches, her silky hair pooled around and running in rivulets over her face. She was too upset to even be violent. That, and the sedatives saw to her languidness.

If only everything would burn. Burn to the ground like the Zoo.