Day 21 - Sun Room

[soul_defender]

Ichigo was only too eager to leave the cafeteria and its fresh memories behind when the softened chime of the intercome rang clear. What had begun as another ordinary meal, a rather agreeable one despite the lack of the proper utensils, quickly became somewhat unnerving. His conversation with...what was his name again?...took so many sharp turns,

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[lost_metal]

Ed was kind of glad to be led away to the Sun Room. It wasn't as though he didn't like Tamaki; he did! He was very friendly and it was nice to have someone cheerful around in this dump of a place, but he sort of made Ed feel like he was missing out on things and it wasn't a feeling that he liked. What did he know about girls and flirting and the kind of things most boys his age did? Nothing. He hadn't had the chance and neither had Al because of his stupidity.

He flopped down on his back on one of the couches in the Sun room, throwing his flesh arm over his eyes. He'd just lie here for a while and maybe get some sleep. Even if he didn't sleep, he could rest his body and relax it some. The muscles connected to the automail always got so achey. Training normally solved that, giving him chance to stretch, but he didn't have that here an Nightshift wasn't exactly the right place for it.

He wondered how the nurses felt about practising martial arts in here.

[1imited_edition]

Reinforce had opted for the Sun Room over music. Though she'd finished her conversation with Nowe over lunch she thought it prudent to keep an eye on him and Schuldig for a bit longer, and the option to deviate from the thusfar rigidly-structured schedule had piqued her interest. She wanted to see if there was any real freedom to be had here... and, well, she'd never had any taste for the music she'd been exposed to on Earth

[lost_metal]

Ed had managed to doze off a little. Not quite asleep, but drifting along the hazy edge comfortably, lulled by the soft buzz of conversation. Normally he wouldn't have felt so comfortable sleeping on his own surrounded by people he didn't know without Al to watch over him, but one thing to be said for the day shift was that the nurses could definitely maintain order.

Of course, several years of travelling through danger had made him able to sense when he became the object of unusual attention (or being called short, shame thing really). The odd prickle along his spine brought him sharply awake, pushing himself into a less vulnerable position and coming face to face with the white haired girl currently staring at him. He blinked and pushed his hair out of his face, narrowing his eyes at her. "Can I help you?"

[1imited_edition]

A sharp reaction for a child, but still polite. Reinforce was pleased. Those collected here certainly weren't ordinary. But what distinguished these... hundred? from the teeming multitudes of humanity? "If you don't mind, I'd like to know a little about you. Where you came from, what kind of magic you use."

His youth and the power she sensed in him made him an anomaly, and it was in those members who were otherwise unusual that the commonalities that defined the group could be most easily apprehended.

And she did like children. Those years with Hayate had been the best in her memory.

[robin_fox]

Robin decided it was time to be sneaky.
Everyone had split off into two groups. Music and Sun Room.
While Robin would have liked a little music to boost his mood, he thought that he ought to really start thinking about escape. Nobody liked it here, everyone wanted to go home.

He'd look a little odd sitting in the music room, alone and without an instrument. And the noise would distract him far too much. So, instead, he wandered into the Sun Room. Of course.... he'd rather hoped for windows.

No such luck.
Maybe he'd try sneaking out later if a distraction came.
He was left dissapointed and... a little tired. He was feeling a little lazy now. And the place was calm... And... maybe he'd just sit down.

He found a seat, settled in and closed his eyes... he wanted to see the 'Monsters' tonight. A rest might do him some good.

[robin_fox]

Robin woke off and went to see Azel

[qui_gonjinn]

Qui-Gon basked in the sun, feeling its warmth fall onto his back as he sat facing toward the room. He had a good deal to chew over after the enlightening conversation with Renji and Eric, and needed time to come to terms with how it would apply, to both the larger picture and to the more immediate now.

Meditation had usually always helped him find his center. Some Jedi preferred the quiet, cool solitude of the Jedi Temple and the many rooms available for that purpose, but Qui-Gon had preferred being outside - or at least not having dead silence looking over his shoulder as he went about his business finding inner balance and peace. Closing his eyes, seated comfortably on one of the seats in the room, the Jedi Master focused on the sensation of comfortable heat on his back, feeling it on his shoulders and neck despite his grey clothes.

[braidless]

Well, lunch had certainly been productive. Obi-Wan considered himself fortunate, running into Hughes like that. It was encouraging to know that some people here were trying to make an organized effort in getting out of this place, and the Jedi knew it would be in everyone's best interests if people fully cooperated with each other

[numberii]

Of course, quiet was not something that could be expected when Xigbar was in the room. While he was a tremendous fan of noise, he preferred it when he was the source of said noise; competition, in that regard, was never a good thing.

...and he hadn't gotten to finish taunting Dragon-Dude, either; that really got his goat!

So he immediately plopped onto the arm of the chair, ignoring such things as 'personal space' or 'manners' and instead gazing at the irritatingly peaceful Jedi. "Dude~!" Called low, just soft enough that it wasn't too grabbing, but too loud to be ignored. Or, as Xigbar liked to call it, 'The Perfect Tone.'

"Did you miss me?"

[braidless]

Obi-Wan had sensed someone approaching even before the scarred man decided to violate his personal space by taking a seat on the arm of his chair. But he was a fully trained Jedi who did not allow such trivial things to distract him. He'd put off meditating enough as it was, and he wasn't about to put it off yet again because someone obviously didn't realize he was a little preoccupied.

He was faintly aware of the man speaking to him in an overly casual tone, but that didn't break his concentration too much. Instead of turning to look at him, or even opening his eyes, Obi-Wan took in a soft breath and maintained his relaxed position and focused state of mind.

[numberii]

...oh come on, like that was going to stop the Nobody? He just grinned, kicking up his feet and lounging; at this rate, he was going to either take a snooze if it got too boring, or bother the ever-living daylights out of the Jedi until something happened. Either way, really.

"Still waiting for my 'I told you so,'" he added after a second, "or do you still not think that time's all screwy here? 'sides, you can take a nap at night if you really want to, this is important."

[k4t4str0ph4l]

Ugh. Obviously Schuldig had made the wrong choice of rooms.

The music room had been out right from the start; Schuldig hadn't listened to music (at least by choice) for years and he didn't need it now. The last thing a telepath needed was more noise bouncing around in his head.

He could feel a headache coming on from his lunchtime session with Yohji; granted, he'd needed to pry, needed to see the things Yohji had already experienced that were still in his own future, but that didn't mean it didn't bring on pain. Best to stick to the more passive type of telepathy for a little while in hopes the ache would recede; listening to surface thoughts didn't require any effort whatsoever.

It was just so hard to restrain himself. It would have been difficult for anyone. When hearing fragments of thoughts, the natural inclination was to follow them to see what they connected to, to find their context, which required pursuing the thoughts into the mind that had spawned them. And from there, that could easily lead you deeper and deeper in

[felled_hero]

Hughes didn't much feel like going to the Music Room. Maybe he could take a nap in the Sun Room, or at least relax. There wasn't much chance for that lately. And maybe, just maybe, he could actually catch up with Roy before nightshift.

He wasn't betting on it, though.

He saw a few familiar faces in the room. Ed was there, looking like he had the same idea of taking a nap. Both Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon as well, but they looked... well, busy, oddly enough.

Hughes did notice that guy he'd been talking to at one of the meals, before that weird woman had interupted them. He figured it wouldn't hurt to head over and see if they could actually manage a conversation this time. He figured the red head had been around long enough not to need anything explained.

"Mind if I sit here?" he asked, pointing to the chair next to the man.

[never_learns]

Yohji sat dumbly for a couple of minutes after Schuldig was hurried away. the comment about him not being attractive kind of stung and he wasn't sure why. Why would he care what Schuldig thought anyway? He knew he'd savaged his hair when he'd cut it off, it had been his pride and joy when it was long, but he'd needed a fresh start and that had been a symbol sort of. Reset, do-over, start again. Be someone else! Not Weiss, not Balinese not Yohji.

He squeezed his eyes shut, clutching at his head, fingers clenched tight in his hair. When he looked up, he saw her out of the corner of his eye, smiling like always. He opened his mouth to say something, but then someone tapped him on the shoulder, distracting him and when he looked back she was gone. He wanted to scream or cry or... or... something! Anything

[k4t4str0ph4l]

Two diversions for the price of one. At least he wouldn't go mad of boredom.

"You can stay, Kudoh," Schuldig remarked, gaze flickering from one man to the other. "Although the fact that you came here because you think you need to tell me what your intentions are is rather quaint." He grinned at Hughes. "I believe we were interrupted the other day. Maes Hughes, wasn't it?"