Kurogane was very much not the creative type, so naturally the nurse didn't care for his protests of having an "Arts and Crafts" time and forced him into the room
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Well, lunch had certainly been eventful. There were so many interesting people here, if it weren't for the complete lack of frilly clothing and explosions of danmaku, she'd almost swear she was still in some part of Gensokyo. Plus one thing this place had over Gensokyo, the Crossdressing Club! Maybe she could make something in this "Arts and Crafts" the nurses were taking her to.
Of course, materials were kind of... cheap, so unless Yukari intended to make dresses out of felt and construction paper, she'd have to find something else to do. Jewelry was a possibility, but the beads were plastic, not glass or anything nice. Darn.
Well, then, free time it was! Grabbing various pieces of construction paper, she sat down with a pair of safety scissors and began industriously mangling the materials, paying no heed to the mess of flying paper bits were soon filling the air.
Joe woke up very groggily, and couldn't clearly remember what he'd just been doing. Was it just a dream? Had he gotten conked on the head before heading off to the dark castle? ...as the haziness faded slightly, he could make out sterile walls that he'd seen before... oh yeah, the hospital where they were supposed to be trapped. He'd woken up here already, and had some breakfast, and then there was some cool guy that was going to team up with him to escape...
While Joe was trying to pull his thoughts together, he realized he was moving. He was being led into another room, while a nurse spoke in the same chipper tone as usual, "...that you're awake you can channel that energy into something constructive!" She sat him down across from a strange girl, in the middle of a flurry of coloured paper.
"Wass'm... wa's happening? Where are we? Did we win?"
Yukari paused momentarily in her activity to consider the person the nurse had just sad down across from her. He didn't look entirely awake or aware of his surroundings. Either he was drugged - a possibility; she'd seen those orderlies and was sure they had to have ways of dealing with more belligerent patients - or he was just one of those types.
"If you did win, you weren't play for very good prizes," she said, before cutting out a big purple V, for "Violet", and sliding it over to him before returning to her previous, still as yet undecipherable project. "Have a consolation prize."
As she watched the man teeter on the border of conscious and unconscious, she wondered if he'd snap out of it or not. On the one hand, she could have an intelligent conversation and on the other... well, when wasn't messing around with drugged people funny?
The fog was slowly lifting over Joe's mind... yeah, they must have knocked him out somehow, or drugged him. Otherwise, why would he still be in the hospital? That would explain why his head was all fuzzy, too.
The girl seemed pretty amused by his state, and gave him a V out of paper for his trouble. He couldn't help but snicker, "V for Viewtiful? Oh well, I'll have to try again later. A hero isn't detrerred slo easily..." He slurred the last couple of words a bit, making it clear he hadn't snapped out of his drug-induced haze just yet.
Yuuhi came away from lunch somewhat shaken and bewildered by the conversation, but still smiling as always. Besides, it would be funny when and if Ururu actually asked Kurogane some of the questions. Let him be in the hot seat for a bit!
The ninja was easy to spot when he reached the arts and crafts room, and it was hard to decide just what project he wanted to work on. After some thinking, he picked up some of the play dough and brought it over to the table.
"Kuro-rin, I found you~!" he smiled as he sat down.
"Nnnn..." Kurogane had closed his eyes in hopes of a quick rest when a certain voice caught in his ears. He only opened one eye to look across at the magician. Couldn't he go bother someone else for a change?
"Nobody likes a grumbly ninja," he pouted, setting a lump of the clay in front of his companion.
"You said you'd see me later and it's later!" he explained, voice light and at least a little bit energetic. There was some glitter on the table too, which didn't escape his attention. Without a moment's hesitation he started kneading it into the dough, making it much sparklier.
Right, he had said that on the board. That didn't mean Kurogane had expected the magician would come to him. Not willingly. Especially not with the particular matter that had been expressed on the board.
He opened his eyes completely and straightened out of his relaxed position a bit. "All right then. How much did you tell her?" he asked. The matter on the board came first since that was something they needed to discuss before Ururu decided to possibly act on whatever Fai had told her.
There were other things that needed discussing as well though, things both from the board and away - tonight being the big one.
Zelnick happily went where his nurse directed, which was to... arts and crafts. Right.
well, he supposed he could find something to do with his hands, though it took him a few seconds to hit on an idea.
A bit of searching uncovered some clay and slender bits of wood, and he settled down at a table, pinching off a bit of the small block he'd taken and setting about rebuilding the Vindicator.
ZEX was in an extremely bad mood by the time the next shift came around, as well as a little hungry for not eating. Although, that might not matter if he wasn't alive-
Ugh. He needed something or someone else to think about, and hopefully one that would keep his mind off of his problems for the rest of the shift. Not enthused about whatever it was they were going to be doing here (had he been to "arts and crafts" before? He couldn't recall), he hoped he could find someone to sit with that was beautiful and willing to let him touch them all over. That would get his mind off of things, certainly.
He wandered a bit, searching for an appropriate companion, and caught sight of his Captain. They had things to discuss, if nothing else... although it wasn't the complete distraction he'd been hoping for. Still...
ZEX sat down beside him, and for once didn't reach out to embrace him in greeting as usual. Instead he stared at the table of supplies in front of him, still feeling out-of-sorts and unpleasant. "Hello, Captain."
"Hey, Admiral," Zelnick replied absently, rolling out the body of the ship-- barely as long as his thumb-- and carefully tracing the forward windows and space between the modules with a fingernail, then perching it carefully atop the clay-and-toothpick engines.
Then he noticed that ZEX hadn't even tried hugging him. Which was unusual.
Blinking, Zelnick turned towards ZEX, and saw that his ally was looking pretty... not great. "Are you okay?" he asked, openly concerned. "You look... upset."
"Hmmph." Still annoyed. ZEX picked up one of the writing utensils from the center of the table. "I don't much care for your Shofixti friend," ZEX said quietly, with notable disdain.
There were a few things that he wanted to ask his Captain about, although he wasn't sure where to begin. Why he hadn't mentioned a Syreen to him was one, although that seemed a minor detail compared to his bigger problem... and there was what Schuldig had described in the shower, which he also wanted to discuss (and perhaps act out) at some point.
He tried, for a moment, to think of something lighter and more pleasant, and his thoughts stayed stubbornly dark. ZEX traced out a shaky circle on a piece of paper in front of him. "Have you considered," ZEX said, carefully emotionless, "that if I am who you say I am, and we find some way to escape this place and return to our galaxy as we know it, I may return to a dead body?"
The conversation with Kenshin seemed to have gone well, from what Ayumu could tell. She hoped that she'd convinced him that she truly was quite harmless, though she'd still have to be quite cautious not to raise any suspicion in the future. Of course, what he'd said about "petty squabbles" didn't exactly endear him to her; if that was supposed mean something about the conflict she'd recently left in Kyoto, well
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Arts and Crafts? What was this, grade school? He let himself be led into the room, glancing carefully around for Mello but seeing very few other patients so far. He would have been fine with the Sun Room, but the nurse insisted he'd spent far too much time there recently. What did it honestly matter?
A familiar figure caught his attention suddenly and he tried not to hone in on her, instead appearing to take in his options a couple more times. The temptation quickly became too much for him, however, and he made his way over to an empty chair across from her. After all, if he didn't sit with her someone else would.
"Hey, remember me?" he teased lightly, hoping to start this conversation off on an easier note than the one he'd had with Reno.
Ah, and now here was the other one to whom she'd spoken the night before. This one, however, didn't seem to be nearly as suspicious of her - well, not in that way, at least - and was neither from her time nor place, so he should be a little easier to deal with.
Ayumu paused in her work at his approach, giving him a welcoming smile. "Robin-han!" she said, with what seemed to be genuine delight. "I hoped I'd be able to thank you for helping me last night. From what I've been told today, it appears I was in even more danger than I'd realized before I met you."
She put a final fold on her work, then almost shyly offered the small paper butterfly to him. "I haven't had the leisure time for this in some time now, but it seems I still remember how to make them."
"Oh, uh..." Matt took the butterfly with some hesitation. He didn't really care for them, and he didn't know what he was going to do with it afterwards, but the mere fact that she'd given it to him meant it had some value. The young man wasn't used to receiving any sort of gifts from women. "Thanks."
Setting it down on the table near him, he gave her another smile. "Yeah, it's crazy out in the halls after dark. Moreso the further you get away from the patient blocks." Though this wasn't always the case. He'd seen large, very dangerous cats in the patient blocks, and he wasn't even going to mention that mess with the sun room and the hall outside of it.
When she was pulled away from her so-called "lessons" with Kio, Ophelia had almost been tempted to go back to the Sun Room. In the end, though, she decided that it would be advantageous to explore as many different areas of this place as she could in order to get a better feel for it and thus have better chances of escaping. Thus, she let herself be taken to the "Arts and Crafts" room
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Lunch didn't feel nearly long enough. There was still more Callisto believed she could have done to toy with poor Sanzo. Another time, perhaps. She didn't know what she was going to be able to get done in this next shift, seeing as art was about as low on his list of interests as anything could get.
She took a seat across from another blonde woman she hadn't seen before, ignoring her at first in favor of some fingerpaint. Given the way the staff of the Institute tended to treat their patients like children, she doubt they'd think much of it if she made a complete mess of things. She could still spice it up a bit. Reaching for the red paint, she coated the fingers of one hand with it and began spattering it across the paper.
Ophelia raised an eyebrow when the other woman sat across from her and stuck her fingertips in the red paint. She hadn't seen anyone paint with their fingers before. Weren't artists supposed to use brushes or something? She was strangely delighted by what the other woman was doing, though. Though it wasn't blood, unfortunately, the splashes of red across the paper were bright and beautiful, reminding her of many an instance of lovely carnage. She was tempted to join in, if only because she couldn't vent her frustrations with this place during the day, it seemed. Hmm . . . Sure. Why not?
She reached for a piece of white paper and dipped the tips of her index and middle fingers into the other woman's container of paint. "Hope you don't mind if I share. Seems to be a better way to pass the time than just sitting here," she said with a smile that seemed somewhat off. She dragged her fingertips across the paper, her grin widening as she imagined the paint to perhaps be Arlene's blood.
"Knock yourself out," Callisto muttered, staring down at her own paper and trying to figure out what else to do with it. Just leaving it a red mess seemed too uninteresting. Maybe some people?
The former warlord stuck her pinky in the black and added a few of what weren't more than glorified stick figures. It had been so long since she'd done anything artistic. She'd be fine with them even looking remotely human shaped. Adding anything like hair was out of the question, as it might just end up looking like extra limbs given her overall skill. Then again, a couple monsters mixed in might not necessarily be a bad thing.
Was she actually trying to enjoy this? "I think they've mistaken us for little brats."
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Of course, materials were kind of... cheap, so unless Yukari intended to make dresses out of felt and construction paper, she'd have to find something else to do. Jewelry was a possibility, but the beads were plastic, not glass or anything nice. Darn.
Well, then, free time it was! Grabbing various pieces of construction paper, she sat down with a pair of safety scissors and began industriously mangling the materials, paying no heed to the mess of flying paper bits were soon filling the air.
[For someone viewtiful]
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Joe woke up very groggily, and couldn't clearly remember what he'd just been doing. Was it just a dream? Had he gotten conked on the head before heading off to the dark castle?
...as the haziness faded slightly, he could make out sterile walls that he'd seen before... oh yeah, the hospital where they were supposed to be trapped. He'd woken up here already, and had some breakfast, and then there was some cool guy that was going to team up with him to escape...
While Joe was trying to pull his thoughts together, he realized he was moving. He was being led into another room, while a nurse spoke in the same chipper tone as usual, "...that you're awake you can channel that energy into something constructive!" She sat him down across from a strange girl, in the middle of a flurry of coloured paper.
"Wass'm... wa's happening? Where are we? Did we win?"
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"If you did win, you weren't play for very good prizes," she said, before cutting out a big purple V, for "Violet", and sliding it over to him before returning to her previous, still as yet undecipherable project. "Have a consolation prize."
As she watched the man teeter on the border of conscious and unconscious, she wondered if he'd snap out of it or not. On the one hand, she could have an intelligent conversation and on the other... well, when wasn't messing around with drugged people funny?
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The girl seemed pretty amused by his state, and gave him a V out of paper for his trouble. He couldn't help but snicker, "V for Viewtiful? Oh well, I'll have to try again later. A hero isn't detrerred slo easily..." He slurred the last couple of words a bit, making it clear he hadn't snapped out of his drug-induced haze just yet.
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The ninja was easy to spot when he reached the arts and crafts room, and it was hard to decide just what project he wanted to work on. After some thinking, he picked up some of the play dough and brought it over to the table.
"Kuro-rin, I found you~!" he smiled as he sat down.
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"You said you'd see me later and it's later!" he explained, voice light and at least a little bit energetic. There was some glitter on the table too, which didn't escape his attention. Without a moment's hesitation he started kneading it into the dough, making it much sparklier.
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He opened his eyes completely and straightened out of his relaxed position a bit. "All right then. How much did you tell her?" he asked. The matter on the board came first since that was something they needed to discuss before Ururu decided to possibly act on whatever Fai had told her.
There were other things that needed discussing as well though, things both from the board and away - tonight being the big one.
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Zelnick happily went where his nurse directed, which was to... arts and crafts. Right.
well, he supposed he could find something to do with his hands, though it took him a few seconds to hit on an idea.
A bit of searching uncovered some clay and slender bits of wood, and he settled down at a table, pinching off a bit of the small block he'd taken and setting about rebuilding the Vindicator.
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Ugh. He needed something or someone else to think about, and hopefully one that would keep his mind off of his problems for the rest of the shift. Not enthused about whatever it was they were going to be doing here (had he been to "arts and crafts" before? He couldn't recall), he hoped he could find someone to sit with that was beautiful and willing to let him touch them all over. That would get his mind off of things, certainly.
He wandered a bit, searching for an appropriate companion, and caught sight of his Captain. They had things to discuss, if nothing else... although it wasn't the complete distraction he'd been hoping for. Still...
ZEX sat down beside him, and for once didn't reach out to embrace him in greeting as usual. Instead he stared at the table of supplies in front of him, still feeling out-of-sorts and unpleasant. "Hello, Captain."
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Then he noticed that ZEX hadn't even tried hugging him. Which was unusual.
Blinking, Zelnick turned towards ZEX, and saw that his ally was looking pretty... not great. "Are you okay?" he asked, openly concerned. "You look... upset."
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There were a few things that he wanted to ask his Captain about, although he wasn't sure where to begin. Why he hadn't mentioned a Syreen to him was one, although that seemed a minor detail compared to his bigger problem... and there was what Schuldig had described in the shower, which he also wanted to discuss (and perhaps act out) at some point.
He tried, for a moment, to think of something lighter and more pleasant, and his thoughts stayed stubbornly dark. ZEX traced out a shaky circle on a piece of paper in front of him. "Have you considered," ZEX said, carefully emotionless, "that if I am who you say I am, and we find some way to escape this place and return to our galaxy as we know it, I may return to a dead body?"
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A familiar figure caught his attention suddenly and he tried not to hone in on her, instead appearing to take in his options a couple more times. The temptation quickly became too much for him, however, and he made his way over to an empty chair across from her. After all, if he didn't sit with her someone else would.
"Hey, remember me?" he teased lightly, hoping to start this conversation off on an easier note than the one he'd had with Reno.
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Ayumu paused in her work at his approach, giving him a welcoming smile. "Robin-han!" she said, with what seemed to be genuine delight. "I hoped I'd be able to thank you for helping me last night. From what I've been told today, it appears I was in even more danger than I'd realized before I met you."
She put a final fold on her work, then almost shyly offered the small paper butterfly to him. "I haven't had the leisure time for this in some time now, but it seems I still remember how to make them."
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Setting it down on the table near him, he gave her another smile. "Yeah, it's crazy out in the halls after dark. Moreso the further you get away from the patient blocks." Though this wasn't always the case. He'd seen large, very dangerous cats in the patient blocks, and he wasn't even going to mention that mess with the sun room and the hall outside of it.
"So, uh... How has your morning been?"
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She took a seat across from another blonde woman she hadn't seen before, ignoring her at first in favor of some fingerpaint. Given the way the staff of the Institute tended to treat their patients like children, she doubt they'd think much of it if she made a complete mess of things. She could still spice it up a bit. Reaching for the red paint, she coated the fingers of one hand with it and began spattering it across the paper.
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She reached for a piece of white paper and dipped the tips of her index and middle fingers into the other woman's container of paint. "Hope you don't mind if I share. Seems to be a better way to pass the time than just sitting here," she said with a smile that seemed somewhat off. She dragged her fingertips across the paper, her grin widening as she imagined the paint to perhaps be Arlene's blood.
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The former warlord stuck her pinky in the black and added a few of what weren't more than glorified stick figures. It had been so long since she'd done anything artistic. She'd be fine with them even looking remotely human shaped. Adding anything like hair was out of the question, as it might just end up looking like extra limbs given her overall skill. Then again, a couple monsters mixed in might not necessarily be a bad thing.
Was she actually trying to enjoy this? "I think they've mistaken us for little brats."
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