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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[high_prosecutor]

[from here; waiting for Phoenix and Gumshoe]

Edgeworth's nurse fussed all the way from the shower room to the Sun Room. "You didn't have to be so quick, Mr. Pierce. Really, you could have taken your time." He cut her off quickly, with a sharp glare, and the words, "I don't care to show my body off to everyone in the Institute, thank you."

She didn't say a word as they entered the room. Edgeworth looked around the room, spotting a set of three chairs with a table in front, near one of the windows. Perfect.

He sat down in the middle chair, crossing his arms and tapping right his index finger against his left arm.. Hopefully the others wouldn't tarry too long in arriving.

[pleading_ngri]

[from here]

Phoenix walked into the room with long, hurried strides, pausing at the door as he saw Edgeworth already waiting, finger tap-tapping like an impatient schoolteacher's. Unthinkingly, he smiled a little -- some things really didn't change, it seemed -- walking at a more moderate pace over to the table.

"I didn't keep you waiting long, did I?" he asked as he pulled out a chair, taking the seat closest to the window. He noted that Edgeworth had taken a seat that would put him directly between himself and Gumshoe, and breathed a silent sigh of relief at that. If Gumshoe had been that agitated in writing, he was wary as to exactly how he would act in-person.

I just hope he doesn't jump at me over the table, he thought, uncertain even as he did as to exactly how much of that he'd meant as a joke.

[high_prosecutor]

"Not at all," Edgeworth said, uncrossing his arms and finally settling into the chair. "I only just got here myself." He breathed out a soft sigh of relief - Wright had been punctual, at least, though he was going to have to have words with the detective. What part of 'make things quick' had not been clear?

The prosecutor shook his head, then took out his journal and a pen. Not only would he need it for note-taking, he also needed to copy the maps of the first and second floor.

"By the way, Wright," he said, after placing the notebook and pen on the table, "You looked terribly confused as the intercom went off this morning. Not that I can blame you, but is there anything I can answer while we're waiting?"

[pleading_ngri]

"Oh, um -- no." He shook his head after a moment of wavering. He had questions, but he didn't expect that Edgeworth would know the answer to most of them. Not when he'd apparently been just as uncertain regarding the circumstances of his appearance (re-appearance?) as Phoenix himself. "I was just thinking."

He toyed with his journal for a moment as it lay on the table, hands on opposite corners rotating it a handful of degrees clockwise, then counter-clockwise, like some sort of awkward and self-conscious deejay. He finally flipped it open quickly and pulled out the folded note, sliding it across the table. "As long as Gumshoe isn't here, I want to give you this." He swallowed, trying to rein in the better part of a blush and wordlessly praying that Edgeworth did not opt to read it right there and then. "Just . . . give it to me if any of this memory stuff happens again, alright?"

[scaredy_crow]

[From here and unknowingly waiting for Kristoph to do his nails]

The nurse gave him a strange look as he came out of the showers, since he had hardly taken any time at all to enjoy it, but Crane ignored her. He didn't feel like dealing with questions, or with the kinds of people who were comfortable in the showers (okay, so maybe it made him a little bit uncomfortable, but it was still more of a waste of his time), and would rather be sitting in the Sun Room. He took a seat in one of the chairs and settled back into it, stretching his legs out in front of him

[dasgift]

Lunch ended up being a fairly quiet affair, at least in terms of direct conversation. Kristoph had not minded the solitary meal; as a matter of fact, he rather enjoyed the time alone. The noise level in the cafeteria was enough of a distraction to his thoughts. Entertaining patients would have only served to agitate him further

[scaredy_crow]

Crane glanced up to find a lighter-haired man with glasses asking if he could sit nearby, and straightened up slightly in his own chair. The glasses were a random observation, but few, if any, of his conversation partners so far had worn glasses. Should he ever need to seek this particular person out, it would make him easier to find.

Maybe it would be interesting conversation, as well, although it would probably be best this time if he started the conversation himself. Crane wasn't usually one to judge based on appearance, but glasses did usually indicate more intellectual individuals. At the very least, perhaps he would be more sane than several of his other conversation partners; however, should he prove to be just as insane, perhaps he'd still be more of the subtle brand of crazy. The former doctor preferred those.

"By all means," he replied, giving the other man a smile and a nod. May as well start with introductions. "I'm Jonathan Crane."

[dasgift]

In one graceful movement, Kristoph fell into the seat in question, returning the other man's smile with one of his own. "Thank you," he said before extending out a hand to Crane. "Kristoph Gavin."

Certifiably insane was hardly the phrase Kristoph would use to describe his newfound companion. Actually, Crane appeared a little more sensible than most people he'd dealt with. Wright had taken to the poker scene too well while Justice, as good as his intentions were, had his Chords of Steel. There were no obvious signs of such attributes in this patient, only hints of what Kristoph considered to be professionalism. Such men were hard to find.

Of course, the crazy could very well make itself apparent in the next few exchanges. It had happened before. "I have to admit," Kristoph began casually, "I had my doubts in the beginning, but this facility is rather nice."

[31st_of_china]

[from here]

Sanzo sat down heavily in one of the chairs, and rubbed at his damp hair with a hand.

It was nice to get clean, even if the amount of showers was about the same as while they'd been on the road. So it wasn't like there was any real change in that regard from there and Landels.

What to do about this Kenren problem now? How far could be even be trusted? Not that Sanzo was going to even trust him, especially now, but what information could he be given? How much of that would go to Homura?

...Should he even bother?

As far as Sanzo saw it, Kenren had thrown his lot in with Homura.

[prevails]

Goku came in a few (fifteen or more!) minutes later, having followed Sanzo to the Sun Room. Conveniently, it was where he was going in the first place so he didn't have to change his plans very much to accommodate Sanzo's wandering

[31st_of_china]

Well, at least someone was in a good mood. Unconsciously, the monk had moved over a little to make room for Goku.

So the chimp did actually bother to check. Would wonders never cease?

Not quite enough to lift his mood, but it was a start in the right direction.

"Alright." It was little gruff, but Goku was used to it. "Mine's 23. They're calling me 'Lucas Crane' here."

[prevails]

Lucas Crane, twenty-three. L-u-c-a-s C-r-a-n-e. He sounded it out and spelt it a few more times in his head, but while the name and number itself stuck he had difficulty identifying it with Sanzo. Sanzo was just Sanzo, why did someone have to complicate it by giving him another name?

Still, he nodded to say that he'd memorized it. Uh, for now. Hopefully he'd remember when it mattered.

"What are we going to do tonight anyway?" Goku moved backwards, giving Sanzo back some of the space he'd stolen, "I was thinking that maybe we should plan how we're going to look for Hakkai, and where to start."

Wait. ... how did he forget? He should have left a message for Kenren on the messsage board too. He should have thought of Kenren before. He could still add him, at least. "And I think Kenren should help us look. I'll put up a message asking him to meet us later; outside the hallway's a good spot."

[justice_to_a_t]

[Very much taken. ♥ ♥ ♥]

Mikami couldn't help but feel irritated that, even though the nurses undoubtedly would claim to be looking out for his best interests, he had been allowed to leave "Lunch" without actually consuming any food. Now he was short a meal. Put that with his existing confusion, and the fact that he had apparently slept until lunch-time itself, and you had a notably obsessive prosecutor off his schedule and not particularly pleased about it.

For now, he'd been taken to the "Sun Room-" a large, naturally-lit area clearly designed to be soothing and comfortable. The green walls reminded Mikami of the walls in his junior high bathroom, so any effect was tinged by sour memories. He noticed there were already a number of people here, but Mikami didn't particularly feel like talking to any of them. Instead, he wandered to the bulletin board and busied himself with committing the schedule posted there to memory. Depressingly, very little of the food listed for the meals seemed familiar. Distinctly Western, which was odd

[justice_to_a_t]

Mikami had thought writing something down in the provided journal would help, and although the lines weren't as straight as he would have liked and he was still uncertain as to what was going on, the action did make him feel slightly better. For one, his mind was definitely clearing. As he wrote and drew, the decision had been made that he didn't want to meet any of the people responding to his comments on the bulletin board- most of them were decidedly corrupt, and although he'd been briefly tempted to seek one or more of them out, it was likely in his best interest to keep to himself for the time being.

He found it fortunate that, although he hadn't exactly planned his choice of seating, being out of the way and looking busy had kept anyone so far from seeking contact with him. He mused that, with the current set-up, he would be able to tell if anyone started to come near

[host_club_honey]

[Waiting for sum twins tiem~]Honey's conversation with Takashi during lunch had been confusing to say the least, but he knew one thing for sure, he didn't like this place one bit. Aside from the obvious lack of cake, which would inevitably make him as grouchy as a heavy smoker without a nicotine fix, it seemed like there was a lot of darker, more serious stuff going on. Stuff he'd never had to deal with around the Host Club

[hangenki]

Kaoru was still on a high from lunch but physically, he was beginning to feel the strain. He wasn't even sure why he felt ill anymore. Because of what had made him ill in the first place, or the lack of food. But what if he ate and it just happened all over again? He couldn't worry Hikaru like that and he couldn't stay in his bed all day like before. Something weird was definitely going on. His stomach was stronger than this usually.... right? Or was it just

[totallytheseme]

Hikaru had followed his brother back from lunch with every intention of asking him why he hadn't eaten (it was entirely possible to eat and Host at the same time, and Kaoru new it), but he was waylaid by a nurse. When he finally got to the Sun Room, he discovered that his twin was already there, along with a stuffed pink rabbit and its human keeper.

Honey-senpai was back!

But...was it the same Honey, or had he pulled a Haruhi?

"At any rate," he said as he walked over, picking up exactly where Kaoru left off, "there needs to be a massive Host Club meeting in Milord's room tonight."

Before anyone else disappears.

[host_club_honey]

Honey brightened as soon as a familiar face entered the room. "Kao-chan!" he exclaimed. It only lasted a moment though. Honey had thought some of what Takashi said didn't make any sense, but now he was only getting more and more confused. What did they mean he'd been there before? And they were together, so did that mean they'd made up since their fight?

"Hika-chan too. But I don't know what are you talking about, I saw you both just yesterday. I've never been to this place before, but me and Usa-chan don't like it one bit!" He puffed out his cheeks in a pout to show his displeasure. If this was a game or a joke, Takashi wouldn't have been so serious, but now the twins were talking like he should know what was going on and he just didn't! It was so frustrating!