Dayshift 22: Chapel

[claire_ity]

Claire woke up in her room just like before, with little idea of how she actually got there. This time, though, she noticed something different about the room. There was another young woman, a blond, sleeping in a bed across from her. Before questioning that, though, she made sure to hide the items she'd gotten that night in her closet, shutting

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[never_learns]

Yohji was startled when he woke, taking a few moments to orientate himself and figure out that he was somehow back in his room instead of outside near the pond as he had been a few moments ago. He pushed himselfout of bed when the nurse came and glanced down at his leg, eyes widening when he saw the clean dressing around the cut on his leg.

He was less happy about the new bed and it's sleeping occupant. The one he knew hadn't been there the day before.

He wasn't a religious man, but he let himself be taken to the chapel. He felt like he needed some peace and quiet. Time to reflect and decide if this actually was a dream or not. He settled down in one of the pew near the back corner, leaning back and closing his eyes.

[seiran314]

After excusing himself, Aya walked slowly towards Yohji, eyes fastened to the playboy's forehead, somewhere between his golden brows. He wasn't quite sure what to think, Yohji should have been a dead man - a building crumbling down to his neck wasn't exactly a sign for long life.

Cold fingers ghosting over his forehead, he tried to calm the nervous tension rising within, as he slipped in to sit beside Yohji on the wooden bench.

Something was very wrong here.

Hands balling into tight fists in his lap, he stared right ahead and cleared his throat. "Kudoh?"

[never_learns]

Yohji had felt eyes on him for the last few minutes and it was starting to make him twitchy. He had been trying to blend in, not make himself noticable so that the fact that someone was watching him was slightly worrying

[seiran314]

Violet eyes whipped a glare at Yohji, a show of hidden temperament still so characteristic for the redhead, Aya tried to hide the anxiousness within his eyes but knew it was somewhat futile. Up to the last minute and half, he had thought Yohji dead, his last mistake. He had known it all along, had tried to tell Mamoru to leave Yohji alone but no

[braidless]

Obi-Wan Kenobi knew better than to be surprised when we suddenly awoke in his room, with no recollection of what had happened beyond chasing the giant spider away from Qui-Gon. This was his fourth day at Landel's, and the disconcerting memory lapses were, unfortunately, starting to becoming routine.

He was, however, a little startled to find the layout of his cell had changed. Not only that, but the second bed in his room was occupied by another prisoner - someone the Jedi had seen in passing before, but had never spoken to. Before he could investigate further, a nurse came to take him away

[braidless]

[Moving here.]

[walking_complex]

Hojo wasn't a religious man, and under most circumstances he would have given anything resembling a church a very wide berth. The fact that the Institute had one at all struck him as very odd, though, and the remark made by the Head Doctor on the intercom got him curious

[angels_inflight]

Despite all the events of last night, Naminé felt very awake and ready when she awoke. She already knew she wasn't alone - she had awoken to the sight of someone else sleeping in a bed across from her that wasn't there. Who... who was that?! Naminé was so startled by the new body that she was completely silent as the nurse escorted her out. The young witch looked deeply troubled

[walking_complex]

Hojo looked up, his expression puzzled. He didn't remember the girl, but given the events of the night before that was not surprising. Apparently he'd had blood in his eyes when this one had been around.

"I don't think I fit most definitions of 'all right,'" he said after a few moments, his voice rather low mostly so he wouldn't have to move his mouth much. "Nothing immediately fatal, though, provided nothing gets infected, so in that respect I'd say yes."

[angels_inflight]

"I... I see," Naminé nodded. Yes, he didn't seem like he was in the best shape in the world... but it was better than dead. She wasn't sure what exactly else there was to say. He didn't recognize her (not that she could blame him), and it must have been uncomfortable to be spoken to by a stranger about one's health. But she did have a few questions for him.

"Um... I just wanted to ask you... You were Luxord and Xigbar. Where were they going?" Naminé had the feeling she knew the answer to this, but some confirmation would be nice. Depending on the man's answer, perhaps she would have a different agenda for tonight.

[right_handed]

There was no question where Scar was going to go as soon as he woke up from a haze of anger and fear, even with the intercom's foreboding warning and the fact that his room now sported another bed with another figure laying upon it

[lustful_thing]

Lust had planned on going to the Sun Room. She'd awoken in bed, stitches pulling her skin tight and her torso swathed in bandages. There was a wooden crutch beside her bed, and she had no delusions as to what it was for. It was for her, and her weak, broken body. Her body which had failed her, finally. She hurt all over.

Her nurse had been clucking and fussing, babbling about some fall down a flight of stairs. Pure nonsense, and Lust knew it. But arguing did no good. She was alive, and she assumed Barret was, as well. And her room was occupied, she noticed. Her own private space, and how she had to share it? She left without another thought given to the other patient

[right_handed]

It had been a while since Scar had spoken with Lust, so it was without resentment that he opened his eyes and glanced towards her, wondering why her voice sounded so weak.

He stared, then immediately stood up, all thought of repenting and asking for answers gone from his head. Perhaps Ishbala would hate him for feeling such concern for a mere sin, but concern he felt nonetheless.

"What... what happened to you?" He asked, seeing first the crutch, then the battered and broken body that leaned on them. Without thinking, he moved to support her weight, gingerly easing her into a seat on the pew. He narrowed his eyes as he stood back up, looking down at her. "I knew I should have looked for you."

But instead he had gone along with Dias and been turned down by that bastard alchemist. Although Scar's ignorance towards Lust's peril hadn't been Mustang's fault, it was easy to find blame in him nonetheless.

[heavens_too_far]

That Dias had woken up to intense pain wasn't exactly surprising. Actually, he'd been more surprised to find himself waking up at all.

When he'd opened his eyes, he'd found his right arm securely in a sling; evidently it was to keep the weight of it off the wound in his shoulder. He'd almost been afraid to assess the extent of the damage - he'd taken pride in his ability to fight one-handed for years, had actually mocked other swordsmen on occasion at their lack of skill in not even requiring him to use both hands, and for a few horrible moments the idea of only having the use of one arm for the rest of his life haunted him. But, to his own astonishment, when he'd tried flexing the arm...well, there had been pain enough that he'd quickly resolved not to repeat the experience, but his arm had moved as he'd commanded it to. Muscles, bone - they seemed to be functional, if not exactly in the best of shape

[part1of3]

The nurse cheerily dropped an increaxingly-bewildered Ashton off in the chapel. The kind smile he had shown to her while he was still in his room was beginning to wear off, and panic was starting to bubble up. He should have asked for proof that Gyoro and Ururun were alive, weren’t really dead, weren’t having a hell of a time in Fun City without him. (He decided, aside, that Fun City was going to be the thing he’d miss most of Nede. And the colorful, checkered barrels. He’d miss those too

[red_dragon_mode]

Junior wasn't all that surprised to wake up from a nice night asleep, one of the first good ones he'd had in a while, and hear that there were new patients again. Almost every day they "flocked" here in droves. Or however they ended up getting to this place. So it seemed, at least; the days and nights ran together in one big nightmare.

He had been surprised, however, to find that the rooms had changed and that there had been someone sleeping in the new second bed,not to mention the fact that his room number had changed.

Again.

Well, maybe the "roommate," as his nurse called the other person, wouldn't be all that bad...hopefully he'd be easy to get along with.

Religion had never been as important to him as...say those Ormus fanatics, but Junior did believe there was something out there that created them, even if for its own amusement, and that deserved at least a bit of respect on a "holy" day. Kind of ironic, really. And the intercom's mention of a surprise worried him, knowing that the Institute's surprises were always

[part1of3]

Distracted from his staring at the doorway, Ashton turned to see a red-headed boy sit next to him. It wasn’t anyone he recognized, though something about him reminded the swordsman of a young friend of his. At least people were friendly enough here - at least the nurse was, and now this kid. Even if most of the other guys around here looked like complete hardasses, the ones that talked seemed all right

[red_dragon_mode]

Junior blinked, confused after that sudden random explanation. Definitely a new person that he was talking to, and it was probably in his best interests that he learn about this place as soon as possible