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Day 39: Intercom, Evening

Mar 02, 2009 04:24

The Head Doctor seemed a little rushed as he spoke on the intercom, not taking as much pleasure as he usually did in describing the delicious food that would soon be served ( Read more... )

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[M48] totallytheseme March 2 2009, 12:44:56 UTC

After lunch, Hikaru had opted to go back to his room and nap. It was less noisy than the Sun Room (and a hell of a lot less noisy than the music room), and he hadn't wanted to be under his nurse's thumb longer than absolutely necessary. She was still a bit sore about the whole wheelchair incident. Hikaru couldn't imagine why, really--it had just been a good bit of fun, and nobody had gotten hurt!--but she kept shaking her head and muttering darkly about the egregious wrongs he'd committed, including 'misuse of hospital property ( ... )

Re: [M48] purpletaint March 2 2009, 17:16:17 UTC

Albedo didn't mind being dragged back to the room he had woke up in. He was quiet on the way back, holding the notebook Angel gave him tightly in case the nurse tried to take it from him. He wasn't about to relinquish something that someone had given him, freely and of their own will. There was no way. He rubbed the cover beneath his fingertips.

Following the nurse into the open door, he froze at the sight of the other boy in the room. His eyes narrowed automatically, and he drew the notebook to his chest. The nurse was leaving so there was no escape for him. He had noticed the two beds before, and had come to the obvious conclusion, but a roommate that wasn't family was not something Albedo was interested in at all ( ... )

Re: [M48] totallytheseme March 2 2009, 19:05:26 UTC

...Well, that was...odd. Hikaru looked up to see a boy--a very young looking boy, though there was always the possibility that he had a weird Honey-senpai thing going on--being shepherded into the room and then going straight to the notebook in his desk to...copy drawings? The Host looked up from his dinner, eyebrow raised, but didn't comment.

After about five minutes, he looked up again to see the boy still drawing.

"Hey," he said as gently as he could. "Uh...your dinner's getting cold. Don't you want any?"

Re: [M48] purpletaint March 3 2009, 00:54:27 UTC

Albedo had succeeded in making the lines look something like a person, but nowhere near to what the original was. He was pleased either way, and flipped the page in his own to a clean sheet to start listing names--of people, of planets, of places, of people he had met here--anything to take up space. His handwriting was horrendous, but he kept at it with a strange dedication; a single-minded focus mostly reserved for his twin or his habits of destruction.

He was halfway through the page when he noticed the other person in the room speaking to him. He looked up sharply, watching warily as he weighed the reasons that the other was speaking to him. His brain backtracked as he went over what his roommate had said. Your dinner's getting cold.Oh. Food. He hadn't ate since the few bites at breakfast, and then that was interupted by Albedo slamming into Nigredo, and then he missed lunch altogether when he was sleeping off his sedation. True, as a child soldier, he was used to going without food for awhile, but if there was an option ( ... )

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M71 emotionl4arobot March 2 2009, 12:59:02 UTC

Brainiac 5 made his way slowly to his room, barely paying attention to the nurse leading the way or whatever she may have said to him. Today had been particularly eventful for him; he'd been given a lot to think about by both House and, as much as he hated to admit it, Schuldig, and he'd been threatened again by Grell. The supposed 'death god' had threatened to find him again tonight, but considering the size of the Institute and that Grell didn't know the location of his room, he calculated a relatively small chance of them encountering each other. Nevertheless, he might need to look into obtaining some sort of weapon, just on the chance that the psychotic patient succeeded in locating him ( ... )

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Re: M71 emotionl4arobot March 2 2009, 22:59:37 UTC

The calming sound of pen on paper etching out lines of perfectly neat text was broken by the door opening and a nurse addressing him.

"Michael? Your new roommate is here."

Oh, he'd forgotten that his previous roommate - whose name he had never learned - had apparently been released. He should make note of that particular fact and investigate it later when he was less... distracted by other things.

Such as the new patient being pushed politely but firmly into the room and introduced to him as 'Tyler'. Brainiac 5 took a moment to look the newcomer over and, not really noticing anything remarkable, turned back to his journal to finish a line of Interlac before finally closing the book. Then he turned around and directed his full attention at the other boy.

"I'm assuming Tyler isn't your real name," he stated. "Just as Michael isn't mine, it's actually Brainiac 5. So. Are you new to this place, or have you simply been relocated to my room from your previous one?"

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M2 theroadsofar March 2 2009, 14:07:26 UTC

The nosebleed was mostly under control by the time Dean was escorted back to M2. As usual, he was the first one back. Seeing as there was no trash can, he passed off the bloodied tissue to Lurch; might as well, seeing as the orderly was just standing there watching him and he probably should look more busy than that ( ... )

blurred_divide March 2 2009, 21:13:28 UTC

Food was not something Angel paid particular attention to, but he was still capable of easily distinguishing one scent from another and he was fairly sure that the faint, fruity sweetness he could catch in the air had nothing to do with the turkey. It might've, had Cordelia done the cooking, but that was one fortunate occurrence avoided while here. Nor could he tell where it was coming from. It just kind of-lightly settled over the room, as if someone had sprayed perfume.

That didn't make sense. His roommate wasn't the type, he was sure of it. Angel was not that hopeless when it came to understanding people.

He frowned, but his attention was distracted from that when he caught sight of the-was that? He was pretty sure that was salt. What? He shot a look at Brian, unable to help his surprise. It wasn't that the line was there that surprised him. Or, yes, because it was there, but it was more that he recognized what this meant about his roommate. Even if the substance was bizarre. Binding powder, he'd used more than once himself, but ( ... )

theroadsofar March 2 2009, 21:45:15 UTC

Damn. So he had looked down.

"What, that?" Dean asked casually, looking at the salt line as if just seeing it now. He debated telling him the truth, the whole truth, but decided against it. Angel noticing the salt line didn't mean he necessarily knew what he meant. "Just a precaution. Or you could treat it as a personal tick, whatever floats your boat. I'd leave it alone if I were you though."

At least now he knew for sure Angel was no demon, at least, judging by the fact he'd made it over the salt line. Dean went back to his dinner, sniffing a little through his healing nose; seemed to be fine, nothing broken (again), and he definitely felt better than he had this morning, the "fight" with Slappy aside. He didn't know where Angel went during the night-shifts, but so long as he was outta the room for the majority of tonight, then it wasn't his business.

[Sorry it's short, gonna have to jet to get medicine D:]

blurred_divide March 3 2009, 00:32:06 UTC

Angel cast the line of salt one last glance before sitting down in front of his dinner. Which reminded him that he did need to find something to eat tonight, though half the time, he lost as much blood as he got trying to wrestle down his meal. It defeated the purpose somewhat ( ... )

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F2 mizuhomaiden March 2 2009, 14:29:51 UTC

Sheena didn't pay too much attention to the food, though the scent of it made her stomach growl, as she listened to her nurse go on and on and on about how she needed to learn to control her temper. Apparently, she'd broken that 'poor man's' hand. As if the ninja didn't know that; she'd done it on purpose. At least the rest of that particular shift had been nice, using that damn youkai as a pillow.

Actually, she thought as she sat down to eat, that really hadn't been so bad. And she'd finally figured it out, now that the drugs were out of her system. Yukari had been kind of nice. There the ninja had been, completely drugged, quite talkative for as sedated and sleepy as she was and... the youkai hadn't really pressed for any details on specific things. She could have asked so much and Sheena probably would have answered her - especially with the hair stroking and cuddling and all that going on. Somewhere underneath that cunning, manipulative, infuriatingly annoying exterior was something of a softy. Sheena was sure of it ( ... )

Re: F2 brightlyshine March 2 2009, 19:00:44 UTC

Well, the afternoon had certainly gone faster than Elena would have expected. It still hurt to move too much, so she'd opted for the sun room instead, and must have dozed off again. It was a little unnerving, sleeping in such an open place when one of her partners wasn't nearby.

They'd changed her bandages before bringing her back to her room, the old ones having finally been soaked through in parts. At least she wasn't really bleeding anymore. It just hurt.

The nurse helped her get situated on the bed before leaving, despite the protests that she could do it herself. And as she picked at her dinner, she glanced over at what her roommate was up to briefly. "Making something?"

Re: F2 mizuhomaiden March 3 2009, 02:49:26 UTC

Sheena had glanced up when Elena returned to the room, concern in her eyes seeing the woman's injuries, but she'd gone back to her cards. The ninja knew she wouldn't have wanted someone harping on her injuries, so she decided she wouldn't mention them unless Elena did.

"Damnit!" Sheena glared at the card she was working on for a moment after Elena spoke up. With a sigh she crumpled it up and tossed it behind her. It occurred to her then that her roommate might think she'd accidentally caused the ninja to mess up.

"Oh, uh... that wasn't your fault," she said. She then held up her hand, stained in fresh ink, and glared at it. "I swear, these pens are out to get me."

Re: F2 brightlyshine March 3 2009, 08:39:30 UTC

Oh dear.... Whatever she'd been working on apparently hadn't worked out the way Sheena had been hoping. Elena had winced slightly, but relaxed quickly after the reassurance that she hadn't had something to do with it.

"Ew, it sure looks that way. I had that happen on some paperwork that I'd just spent an hour filling all in, and Reno thought it was funny that I had to start out all over from scratch. At least Rude brought over a towel and offered to help me on the missing parts. And ink's almost harder to get out than blood sometimes..."

Oh wait. She hadn't really just said that, had she? Oh great. Now her roommate was probably going to think she was a psychopath or something.

"Er, I mean. At least it felt that way at the time."

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Re: M75 bthebest March 3 2009, 11:08:54 UTC

The rest of B's day had been pretty uneventful, at least in the area of confrontations. In fact, he had talked to no one else save for on the bulletin, being merely "content" with watching the others and silently gathering information.

In actual discoveries, however, "uneventful" was hardly the truth of the matter. The real interesting part was that B was there at Landel's in the first place... and so was Misora Naomi. He'd spotted her talking to someone while in the Sun Room and taken it upon himself to... not necessarily hide, but certainly avoid her most obvious lines of sight. Not that he thought she'd recognize him- that wasn't it at all. But it seemed that wherever this was, time of death was hardly important when determining the time someone would appear. As evidenced by Misora, and by Mello and Near as well. Interesting indeed ( ... )