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Dayshift 42: Bus 2

Jun 23, 2009 19:34

Before anyone could come to any decisions for their next move, the room suddenly filled with a thick fog. Faster than he could realize what was happening, it had filled up the entire room and swallowed every single one of his friends. Then there was that undeniable stench of iron, blood and... he last remembered taking a step back and feeling that ( Read more... )

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hotbitterproof June 24 2009, 00:48:06 UTC

[For Lady von Whippingberg, I believe?]It hadn't been long after his conversation with Dahlia the day before that the headache that had rooted itself behind his eyes began to pound in a way that even Godot couldn't stand. Chalk it up to the frustration, the withdrawal, the company: whatever the ultimate cause, the prosecutor had soon after found himself in bed, under a high enough dose of medication that he'd slept through not only the rest of the day, but night as well. It wasn't something he was pleased to discover when the nurse shook him awake the next morning. About the only thing equally frustrating was that once again, there was no scent of bitter brew in the air ( ... )

iwhipthefool June 24 2009, 06:59:25 UTC

From a file room to her bedroom? What sort of farce was this?! Franziska woke for the second time, not knowing where she was and felt that momentary shock of panic run through her. Had she been kidnapped somewhere new? Was she in a worse prison than before? And why did she feel so ill? The sickness from being moved without her permission or was it that scene last night?

The plain white walls, lacking all traces of blood and decay, reassured her that she was still in the same place. For all that such reassurance was worth. Franziska climbed out of bed and scoffed, immediately retrieving her journal and a pen. This was simply unacceptable. Just as she was about to sit at her desk, the door opened and her nurse (her captor would be a more appropriate title) entered, smiling at her.

"Today is the trip to Doyleton, Wilhelmina. I brought you a change of cloth--" Franziska held up a hand, palm up and gave Janice a withering glare.

"Franziska. Give them here and leave until I call you." She wasn't about to change in front of a ( ... )

hotbitterproof June 24 2009, 07:27:05 UTC

Oh joy. The wicked witch of the courthouse cafeteria held a special place of loathing for Godot that he doubted anyone would be able to steal from her. But now looking up at an obviously displeased Franziska von Karma, the prosecutor would be hard pressed to pick five people he wanted to sit with even less. A fly that had taken a nose dive into his coffee likely would have been more welcome ( ... )

Spoilers for Trials and Tribulations iwhipthefool June 24 2009, 09:40:14 UTC

A stab in the dark about the color. Even if he wasn't wearing that ridiculous mask of his, the red shades were enough to tell her the truth. His eyes were no more healed than his crime had been punished. If she had any ability to drag him back to the Los Angeles jail, she would. She'd see him brought to justice, even if his case had been somewhat of a grey area ( ... )

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141_12 June 24 2009, 00:54:08 UTC

[Waiting for someone.]

Waking up the second day was much like waking up the first day, in that one moment it seemed he'd been up and occupied, and in the next moment, he was in an unfamiliar bed with no memory of how he'd gotten there. Except, of course, the first day involved him waking up from a happy wedding, and the second day involved fog and blood and darkness. Was that how every night ended in this place? Where would you even get that much blood?

...On second thought, he wasn't going to question it.

Otacon was still shuddering as he slid into an empty seat, even though the old sweater and jeans they'd given him to wear were considerably warmer and more comfortable than the patient scrubs. He had his notebook with him, to help organize his observations of Landel's Institute, but didn't quite know where to start.

Time travel and anime characters and walls oozing with blood. Otacon looked through the bus window to the other patients getting ready to board, and wondered how much crazier things could get.

prisonerofdeath June 24 2009, 01:07:47 UTC

It took Fox a moment to recover from the disorientation of waking up in his bed. Particularly since it wasn't preceded by wandering around in the darkness of the institute. Yesterday seemed hazy, hard to remember. He vaguely recalled being taken back to his room because he had a fever. Had he slept until morning? Or had he forgotten last night?

Fox wasn't given long to brood over either option before he was dressed in unfamiliar clothing and ushered out to a bus. The jacket was just the right shade of olive green and had a very military cut to it, though it obviously wasn't a uniform jacket of any kind it was clearly patterned after that style.

As he made his way along the bus trying to get to the seats all the way in the back Fox was distracted by a familiar face. A familiar but different face. He changed plans and sat down immediately next to a man that had to be Otacon. Older than he'd been when Fox had seen him last, but definitely Otacon. "Otacon?" Fox asked, a little bit of disbelief in his voice.

141_12 June 24 2009, 01:50:48 UTC

Otacon turned to look at the one who'd spoken his name, and found himself slightly unsettled to realize he didn't recognize the man. His nickname wasn't exactly obscure, not after all the years he'd spent wanted by the Patriots and perpetuating memes on the Internet, but most people called him "Dr. Emmerich" upon meeting him. Only friends used "Otacon."

He felt a sudden sympathy for the younger, Landel's Snake. "Yes?" said Otacon, not seeing a point in pretending to be someone else. While the silver-haired man looked plenty capable of being dangerous, Otacon doubted anyone would be looking to kill him. Probably. "Have we... met?"

prisonerofdeath June 24 2009, 14:21:20 UTC

"Yes. It's complicated, but we have met. Although I suppose you might say it was in another life. I'm Gray Fox," This Otacon didn't remember him, but he was clearly older than the Otacon that Fox had met here. Fox was very intently focused on Otacon, looking for every little reaction and indication he could get.

It was a mixed blessing to have another familiar, friendly face in this place. Fox was almost glad for the company, but this was difficult to deal with. It felt like history was repeating itself for Fox, and there were very few things in his past that he would want to relive. It would probably be worse for Snake, who hadn't even met Otacon yet in his time, learning what waited for him. Which begged the question, had they met here yet?

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screwthegods June 24 2009, 01:07:41 UTC

[For Renamon]

Homura had kept to himself for the rest of the day, following his conversation with Okita. He'd even gone so far as to spend a night alone in their prison, perhaps the first since he'd arrived there. Though it went against his own instincts as a War God, it was also necessary time spent on overlooked tasks. He'd spent the night assessing the resources of his group, both in terms of manpower, and in possessions. There was still a lack of healing ability to consider, making basic medical supplies all the more important to them. Even if they managed to bring someone like Hanatarou into their fold (and that was questionable at best), that was one healer for three or four groups each night. In other words, not enough.

Regardless, the night had passed, if lacking a peaceful ending. Homura barely had time to consider the changes before he woke up, once again in a room that seemed untouched by the events from just moments before. The nurse came in with a different set of clothes for him, and once he was changed, the ( ... )

yin_yang_fox June 24 2009, 06:00:46 UTC

Renamon woke up drained. The aftereffects of the pain medicine wore on her, and the skin on her arm seemed to pull even tighter. The smallest movement now pulled, and freezing her limbs didn't seem to work. The Digimon frowned as she went about the business of replacing the items around her room--the only good thing coming of all of this was gaining the files of her friends. If good is what you really could call it. She now had confirmation that in addition to Orihime having disappeared, Toph and Toboe had as well. Something ached inside of her.

She had enough time to slip the files into her notebook to compare later when the nurse walked in. Renamon stared at her, memories of being forced into that ridiculous outfit filtering through her mind. Her lips thinned in the distaste. The nurse, seeming not to notice, smiled brightly. This, Renamon decided, was a bad sign.

It had gotten better from last time at least, the Digimon thought sardonically, walking out to the bus. At least it wasn't a blouse this time. Silently, she allowed ( ... )

screwthegods June 24 2009, 07:55:06 UTC

Though Homura had expected some form of company, the woman who joined him hadn't been on his mind. Recognizing Renamon from her often-posted description on the bulletin, Homura smiled to the woman, but not in a predatory way. Whereas before Renamon had been one of the most outspoken against the clubs and what they did, as of late, she seemed to have quieted. Homura doubted it was so much a change of heart as the obvious fatigue he could catch in her expression.

This place could wear on them all just the same.

"You look tired." Homura offered the words in an almost sympathetic tone--or at least as much of one as he ever used. He was tired too, after all. "Unfortunately, these iron vehicles aren't the best for sleeping on. The tend to jostle too much."

yin_yang_fox June 24 2009, 08:21:39 UTC

Some of the Digimon's wariness dissipated. She breathed a light laugh, then replied dryly, "I'd rather not sleep. There's far too much excitement here." The moderately quiet bus undercut her words, and she tilted her head. "You, on the other hand, seem well-rested ( ... )

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moral_liberty June 24 2009, 01:27:49 UTC

[For Kanji above!]Kaworu's morning had been significantly smoother, but his clothes were also too plain to have merited much comment, let alone to have actually upset anyone. To him, there was little difference between the gray uniform and anything else that might possibly be presented to him. His general indifference towards his appearance, as well as a lack of perspective towards whether or not this morning ritual was unusual, made it so he barely registered the change ( ... )

liveforthispart June 24 2009, 01:53:59 UTC

If there was one thing Kanji absolutely hated, it was being stared at. Or feeling like he was being stared at, anyway. He wasn't some sideshow for people to freaking look at. And most of the time, if people did it, they did it from a distance. There weren't too many people who would just decide to sit next to him when there was plenty of room elsewhere.

He probably would have been really pissed off if it hadn't been for the way this guy had spoken. He didn't sound like he was trying to pick a fight or anything. Still, Kanji looked at the kid dubiously for a moment before answering. Mostly cause he wasn't sure why he was asking such a dumb question.

"You kidding? What's there not to be pissed about?" he said bluntly. "We're nowhere near home, stuck with a bunch of morons who think we're nuts, and now we're bein' shoved off to who the hell knows where. ...I don't even know what's goin' on anymore!" Plus the fact that he woke up maybe ten minutes ago wasn't really helping. He was still kind of groggy.

moral_liberty June 24 2009, 03:10:28 UTC

Kaworu listened to the other's outburst and continued to watch him intently on top of it, utterly oblivious to any dislike Kanji had for being stared at. People had rarely raised their voice to Kaworu in the past, even indirectly as such. He knew that he was not actually the source of this human's frustrations, so he hardly minded it. He wasn't discouraged either, and likely still wouldn't have been even if he were the problem. If anything, he found it a little bit fascinating. This boy was different from the rest of the Lilim Kaworu could remember.

"A sense of helplessness often leads to anger," he thought out loud. "But anger is a potent emotion and in the end may serve only to further remove your control."

liveforthispart June 24 2009, 03:26:47 UTC

"...Huh?" No, seriously. That flew way over his head. Here Kanji was being completely straight forward and the guy just dumped a load of philosophical shit or something on him. "What the hell are you talkin' about? What's that got to do wi--" Then something clicked right there. "Hey. Wait. Who the hell're you callin' 'helpless?' I ain't helpless."

Where'd that even come from? What, was it the stupid shirt? God, he knew he'd regret wearing this damn thing outside. So just cause of that, he didn't look like he could handle himself?! He narrowed his eyes, obviously bothered, and kept his gaze squarely focused on his. He still felt like he was being stared at... And he really didn't like it. But no way was Kanji going to back down and pull his eyes away first. He wasn't no one's doormat, dammit.

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tartaros_avatar June 24 2009, 01:30:57 UTC

Well, Landel had tried to end the night dramatically. It had just been annoying and messy, as far as Recluse was concerned. He'd had to snatch all his things up off the floor as a sudden puddle of blood appeared from nowhere just before he had found himself waking up on his bed.

His nurse gave him some old faded blue jeans, a worn out bomber jacket, and... an old police department t-shirt that was a size or two too tight for him. Wonderful. He accepted this without outward complaint, although his expression made it rather clear what he thought of what seemed to be a deliberate attempt at irony by someone, quietly following the (blasted, irritating) nurse out to the buses, directing him to an empty seat and giving him a bag of food, apologizing about the size of the seats.

Apologies would only do so much good for his knees. He couldn't fit into the seat, having to prop his knees up against the seat back in front of him, sighing irritably. There were some times that being tall and almost ridiculously muscular were an absolute hassle ( ... )

unheroed June 24 2009, 12:08:35 UTC

While Harvey had managed to accomplish what he'd set out to do last night (which was more than could be said for the previous ones), he didn't get to do much more than that. Not too long after he'd left the closet, things had started to get weird-- the blood suddenly appearing out of nowhere and the choking fog would have unsettled the hell out of him if he hadn't been through an even worse hallucination previous to that ( ... )

tartaros_avatar June 24 2009, 12:30:40 UTC

Recluse looked up, red eyes narrowed as he was still trying to adjust to the bright light of the morning. Oh. This one. "Possibly." He couldn't shift over more than a few extra inches, but he actually made an attempt.

unheroed June 25 2009, 15:02:35 UTC

Normally that kind of answer would have been a good indication that someone was being difficult, but in this case Harvey was pretty sure that Recluse was being completely literal. The fact that he tried to make more space made it obvious enough that he didn't mind.

Harvey sat himself down as casually as he could, and while it was definitely cozy, they both managed to fit.

"Tell me something," he said, not bothering with any greetings. What was the point? "Did you witness anything strange before the night ended?" Hopefully the man would realize that he meant stranger than usual.

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