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Day 41: Intercom, Noon

May 19, 2009 02:05

"Hello, hello," said the Head Doctor in a cheery tone. It sounded as if he'd gotten over his paperwork hangover. "I hope half of you are clean and that the other half of you are hungry! Or that all of you are hungry! Ha-ha... Either way, we'll be serving a down-to-earth lunch of crispy chicken strips and fries; we also have cole slaw, potato salad ( Read more... )

spider, arachne, dess, ciel, otacon, intercom, taura, kinomoto sakura, hitsugaya, leonard, youko, yousuke, enki, tim drake

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F?? ninelivesonce May 19 2009, 23:10:44 UTC

[Trigger warning for mild self-harm.]

The intercom hissed on for an all-hands alert. It brought in its wake immediate alertness; shipboard duty, especially in a mercenary fleet, was no place for deep sleepers. Taura listened to the message, wide awake. Intuition kept her eyes shut, her muscles relaxed; intuition, and the opportunistic hope of going back to sleep afterwards.

It wasn't the Captain, or the night comm officer, or anyone she recognized at all.

Something was wrong. A lot of somethings were wrong. The air hung still over her face; no recirculation fans humming in the background, no gentle vibration of engines, but there was light on the other side of her eyelids, and there was oxygen. If she was very, very lucky, no-one had noticed she was awake yet. She kept her breathing level and continued to listen.

Patients. She was in a dirt-side hospital. That explained the air, and the cot that was too short for her legs, and injury or painkillers would cover the feeling of forced detachment from her own limbs ( ... )

Re: F?? ninelivesonce May 19 2009, 23:11:24 UTC

The old-fashioned mechanical latch of the door clicked; Taura tucked herself into the space in front of the closet and behind the opening door. A woman came in, dressed in something that could be a medtech uniform. Her posture was open, defenseless. "Kitty? Katherine? There's no need to hide, you know." Her voice was gently rebuking. That tone was the province of medics across the Nexus; here it was comfortingly familiar. Her scan of the room made its way to Taura; she smiled sadly, and shook her head. "There you are, Kitty. Oh, what have you been doing to yourself? Hold still ( ... )

F?? tapetalucida May 20 2009, 00:18:11 UTC

Dess wasn’t a morning person. She was a teenager, for one thing, and it was practically antithetical to like mornings. For another, sunlight was possibly the most miserable thing known to man, especially after a late night welding weapons and chasing darklings. For a third, waking up at noon meant that there were only 43,200 seconds left until midnight.

Waking up at what felt like noon wasn’t weird at all, so Dess didn’t notice that anything was wrong until she opened her eyes. She snapped them shut again almost immediately, wincing at the light coming through her window.

This was definitely not her room. Her room had had heavy blackout curtains since she was six, which were only moved aside well after sunset. The sunglasses which should have been on her nightstand were gone too. Dess would have fumbled blindly along the top of the dresser, but it was completely bare. Great work. Really ( ... )

F?? sekishi_keiou May 20 2009, 01:52:00 UTC

It was immediately apparent to Youko that this was not her bed in Kinpa Palace, but at first that didn't raise any alarm bells. She'd been sleeping in rike and inns and even on the floor throughout her time away from the Palace, so it was hardly unusual for her to feel plain sheets against her skin, rather than silk. It was the smell that first tripped some instinctive warning, the faint whiff of institutional-strength cleansers the likes of which were unknown in her new world. No, this smell was very particular to Hourai, to the world she'd grown up in and once called home.

Opening her eyes, Youko was greeted with the sight of exactly the sort of stark electric lighting she would have expected to go along with the smell of chemical cleaning agents. A hospital of some sort, but how? She'd gone to bed in Kei, in Kinpa Palace, surrounded by more layers of guards and protections than she could even really conceive of. No unplanned shoku could possibly have happened there, could it? At the very least, such a thing would have woken her ( ... )

itstaichoutoyou May 20 2009, 02:11:46 UTC

Unohana-Taicho’s words echoed in his mind. He should have said something, anything, but he’d just be spouting pretty words in the end. Too bad he didn’t have more of them. No, it was better this way. There was nothing Hitsugaya could have done for Hinamori. He wasn’t even able to protect her from Aizen. He had arrived too late. If only he had realized the truth sooner, but in the end, he had been dancing in Aizen’s palm from the start ( ... )

selfavenging May 20 2009, 02:19:42 UTC

It was the kind of thing you could tell instantly: the heavy atmosphere, the smell of decay and sulfur, the feeling of power underneath you, like the ground was waiting to burst--all gone, and that was how you knew you weren't in Hell anymore.

Arachne felt it before he opened his eyes. He sat up like a gunshot and stared, disbelieving, at the room.

"What is this?" he demanded of no one, dragging one hand along his sweatpants. It almost hurt to think the word--but at least his nails were fine, thank the Demon Lord, or whoever, he thought acidly. It had to be the Hatter's doing. His hand flew up to his ear.

The cobweb earring, that familiar weight that had connected him to his master for so long, was missing. Terror seized him and he yanked his gray shirt up to his collarbone--the mark was still there; that was something. He noted the smiley face with distaste. Whoever had put him here, and it had to be one of the other great demons, had a very irritating sense of humor. A logical voice in his head reminded him that the ( ... )