Day 34: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

The intercom came on, and as it did, it seemed to carry a little more interference than usual for a daytime announcement, a little more static. While the patients might have thought for a moment that once again the elusive woman on the radio had hacked into the Head Doctor's system, the man himself soon proved that theory faulty as he laughed over

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M7

[scintillatingly]

Eager for the announced dinner and looking forward to possibly playing tag in the park the next day, Sora was quick in heading back to his room, moving fast enough that even his nurse had a hard time keeping up with him. She did seem pleased by how much energy he had, though, so that was always good!

Seeing how he had gotten there so quickly, the boy wasn't surprised to see that Zuko wasn't around yet. He wondered if they were going to have a quiet, awkward dinner together yet again, but tried not to worry too much about it. Sometimes, people just didn't click. Sora just wasn't used to that happening to him.

The sight of salmon, mashed potatoes, peas, and a tasty dessert took his mind off of that, though. Sora fell into the chair at his desk and quickly started eating, wanting to have some time to digest afterward before he started roaming the halls.

Re: M7

[mitase]

By the time he reached what they told him was 'his' room, Hanatarou had managed to trip over nothing twice, bump into three walls, and almost step on the nurse's foot. He apologized profusely every time, but still the nurse gave him a gentle lecture on 'paying attention to his surroundings'. Every attempt the shinigami had made to explain that he really was paying attention, and if he hadn't been things would have been even worse, only got more and more muddled until he finally just gave up

[scintillatingly]

When the door opened, Sora stopped working on his mashed potatoes, quickly swallowing the food before half-turning in his seat to meet eyes with--

Someone who was definitely not Zuko.

This had happened to him before, of course. Zuko hadn't been his first roommate, and Sora was starting to wonder just how many he was going to go through. He frowned at the notion, though. It wasn't like he wanted them to disappear one after the other. It just happened, while he remained there time after time

[mitase]

All right, the stranger didn't seem determined to intimidate him right away, so that was a relief. They were already off to a good start. It was much better than his first meeting with Ichigo, Hanatarou told himself firmly, and look at how well that had turned out.

"I'm Yamada Hanatarou," the healer replied, giving a sort of bow in a belated attempt to be polite. "I-it's, ah, nice to meet you. Sora." He edged farther into the room, glancing from the desk where his newly-acquired roommate had been sitting toward the other, with its untouched food tray. Presumably that was supposed to be his, then?

Hanatarou moved over and set his hand on the back of that chair, sneaking a glance at Sora to make sure he wasn't going to object before he tried to actually sit down. "I'm kind of. Um. New."

M63

[notachick]

After the shower, Okita both felt immeasurably better and also extremely confused. Having two leaders was not a problem, and Kenren and Hijikata were sure to do a good job, but coordinating the two of them might be. Hijikata was used to having control over discipline and Kenren, while a general, had his hands full with Homura. Okita had not been appointed anything, but he was going to be keeping a strict eye on all club activities from now on. Kaito, in particular.

The nurse wheeled Okita into the room and set a tray of thankfully edible looking food in front of him. Fish was something he was all too pleased to see, even if it had spices he wasn't accustomed to on it. Fish was fish and it wasn't pork or anything else equally unsavory. And then came the dessert and Okita's eyes lit up as the nurse told him what it was. Ice cream and chocolate. Even for all the terrible things this place did, it fed them well and gave them some lovely treats from time to time

[razing_phoenix]

Even though Guy was still unsure about what was going on in the coming night, he got the feeling that it would work out in one way or another. It was easy enough to check up with Peony, and Jade would be coming around as well, so he wasn't all that worried. He just hoped that they would be able to make some more progress this time, and that the emperor didn't get hurt on the way there

[notachick]

When Okita heard the door open, he readied himself for anything. When Guy walked in, hair damp and arm injured, Okita realized, he hadn't thought of that. The night hadn't been kind to either of them, it seemed, and the captain couldn't help but wish there was something he could do for his roommate

[razing_phoenix]

It was a lot to take in all at once. Even though he should have expected it, the way Okita spoke about torture as if it was no big deal threw Guy for a loop. He was reminded of Luke, actually, who had made him promise not to tell anyone about what had happened to him. Of course, thinking about his friend didn't help his mood, but he needed to keep it together for Okita's sake. Since even if the man was acting like everything was all right, Guy seriously doubted that was the case.

"Clockwork? What?" Guy wasn't even sure what Okita meant by that, seeing how it was hard to take at face value. Then again, maybe he shouldn't have been so shocked; he had encountered his share of strange creatures during his travels.

When Okita suddenly asked if he was okay, Guy's gaze shot down to his arm and he realized the bandages were showing and he hadn't noticed. With these short sleeves, it was hard to hide much of anything. "I'm fine," he quickly said, turning in his seat to face the other man and leaning forward slightly so he could shoot Okita

M24

[human_sponge]

Well, that had been an interesting chat. Peter decided he would have to track down Tyki again sometime. Even though he would have expected the conversation between them to be awkward, the other man didn't seem to mind talking about his down-and-out existence. In fact, he was pretty optimistic for someone who had come from a life on the streets

M21

[dawning_dreams]

And once again Cid awoke in his room after having been ushered there after his short-lived conversation with Rude and experiencing a really damn weird bout of tiredness. He was getting really fucking sick of this, especially considering the fact that he'd only been able to check up on the bulletin board for any solid plans with the Gaia Folk for a few minutes. Fan-fucking-tastic.

The pilot sat up with a growl and ran a hand down his face, turning to stare at the steaming meal that had been laid out on his desk. He sat down to start eating it when another thing caught his eye; Nathan wasn't laying in his usual spot in the bed. That was weird, though it could've just been he was late to dinner.

Cid sat down at his desk and looked down at a meal that might've seemed more delicious if it wasn't being served in an interdimensional prison from hell. He'd never really interacted enough with his old roomie to be fond of him, but Nathan seemed like a decent guy and he was a fellow pilot to boot. It'd kinda suck to get someone else after that

[notaleaf]

Somehow, Wash hadn't been expecting to find anyone else in the room, since he couldn't recall anyone pointing and laughing when he fell off his bed upon first waking up--but this did make more sense, considering there were, well, two beds.

He peered inside to find another man in there. This was all very surreal still.

"Hi. I'm...Wash."

[dawning_dreams]

[ Btw, if I take too long to post, I am totally, totally up for backthreading. >_>; ]

Cid heard the door open and sighed slightly in relief as he turned. Maybe his roomie hadn't disappeared after all-

And then walked in a blond guy he'd never fucking seen before.

The pilot's eyes widened as his brow arched. He was about to ask "who the fuck are you?" when the guy preemptively answered that question and he was left with a vaccuum where his usual pattern of vulgar accusations would be. Realizing in that moment of uncharacteristic thought that, yeah, this guy hadn't really done anything wrong, he sighed and smirked wryly.

"Guess you're the new guy then, huh?"

[notaleaf]

[no worries. XD; I'm, uh, not doing so well with the speedy posting, either. AS YOU CAN SEE. >>]

Free food was one thing Wash could get used to. Free good food. Not that he was...distracted from the situation by this fact. At all.

"The new guy," he agreed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "That would be me."

But where was the threshold in which he crossed over to being the old guy?

M84

[a_spider_can]

Once again, Peter had to deal with heading back to his room for the night not knowing exactly what he would be doing once the doors unlocked. While it always worked out in the end, he wished they could have set things in stone beforehand. It would probably be easier to do that if they got a message up on the bulletin before fourth shift, but he always hesitated on account of Eddie

Re: M84

[ol_canucklehead]

Logan had seemingly wasted more time than he'd thought, and hadn't even had time for a response from the guy in the Sun Room before he was already whisked away again, this time to his room. The evening fare sounded quite palatable, and brought back memories of fishing for salmon in the icy Alberta streams. He only hoped it would be as fresh, but he doubted it

[a_spider_can]

It was too bad he didn't eat faster. Peter was only about a quarter of the way done with his meal when Logan showed up, and he knew that their conversation would distract him from eating. As the other man moved to the bed and started on his own meal, Peter got a few more bites in.

Being called by his first name (and a nickname, at that) was surprising, especially since only a few people generally called him that. Still, it wasn't like the name was off limits, and he knew Logan was only trying to be friendly. There didn't seem to be any maliciousness to his tone, at least, and that wouldn't make sense anyway

[ol_canucklehead]

It didn't take long for Logan to plough through the main portion of his meal, and he looked at the dessert with a raised eyebrow. He wasn't big on sweets, but energy was energy, so he picked up the spoon. He listened, impressed, as Parker succintly summed up his day, noting with some interest a couple of the key phrases.

"CIA, huh? Yeah, I talked ta someone on tha boar' who said he'd had a run in wit' 'em. Landel mus' have some serious pullin' power if'n he's got them on tha patien' roster," he paused, adding as if to himself, "maybe he got himself a burn notice." Logan realised he'd been eating the icecream as fast as he had the salmon, and slowed down a little. Even with a healing factor, you could still get brainfreeze