Dayshift 42: Bus 3

[entaiho]

One second he was in the hallway, dizzy and sickened and barely able to focus as Youko picked him up (and he'd thought for a moment to warn her to be careful before remembering his shirei couldn't hurt her anyway, even agitated as they were) and then the next...in bed. Back in the sterile hospital room, with only the sharp scents of cleaners and

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[mizuhomaiden]

[for Rude]

The scent of blood thick in her nose, Sheena jerked awake with a very fierce growl at whatever had interrupted what might have been the most amazing kiss she'd ever had the chance to experience (which was saying something when one took a certain idiot Chosen into consideration) and brandished a few cards at... the empty room. Her room. Distinctly lacking in youkai.

What the hell?!Sheena flopped back into her bed and let out an extremely frustrated sigh, running her hands through her hair then down her face to come to a rest on her neck. She winced just a little - the spot was tender and of course she had to poke it just to make sure - before sitting back up again. Now that her senses were focused on the here and now, not the previous night, she looked down at the cards in her hand. The writing was smudged, as usual on the paper cards, but there was dried blood on half of them, like they'd fallen into some at some point. She was pretty damn sure she hadn't drawn any blood the previous night and the damn youkai hadn't

[mizuhomaiden]

Sheena opened her eyes when she felt the seat next to her compress as someone quite heavy sat down abruptly. Finding Rude, dressed in something that reminded her of a cross between Mizuho and Sybak fashion, she gave him a friendly smile.

"You don't need to thank me," she replied, shifting in her seat to turn a bit toward the big man. "She's a friend." Her hand came up to lightly touch Rude's cheek, hoping to stall him putting those sunglasses on. She wanted to see his eyes now that she had the chance.

[denied_future]

Going from the hallway to his bed in one moment was disconcerting, to say the least. Rey's eyes opened as he sat up, pushing the covers off of him. He couldn't recall being knocked unconscious (though that could be an explanation in itself), let alone being brought to his room. He'd say it was impossible for him to suddenly teleport, but considering everything else he knew about the place, anything was possible. Either way, Rey decided he'd ask someone later. There was no point in wondering about it when he wouldn't get any answers. Speaking of which, what had happened last night? Blood wasn't enough to gross him out, but he couldn't deny that that had been disturbing. Again, it was something he'd have to ask about

[madeinthehrl]

Soma sat up straight in bed, her pulse still racing, the spear still gripped tightly in her hands. It was a moment before she could process where she was or remember what had happened after the fog had unexpectedly rolled in. Exhaling, she relaxed slightly and tried to control her breathing before leaning over and stowing the spear under her bed

[denied_future]

Rey turned his head at the voice--he hadn't really expected any company. Still, she seemed polite enough, and he wasn't rude enough to dismiss her without reason.

"No," he answered, scooting over a few inches and keeping his emotions out of his voice. He had no desire for anyone, let alone a complete stranger, to see just how fragile he was feeling right now. Crying had helped, but he was far from okay. It felt like there was a cloud inside him, threatening to burst at any moment. However, Rey figured he could still hold a conversation without too much trouble, and there were questions he needed to ask.

[madeinthehrl]

Soma nodded and took a seat, balancing the paper bag on her lap. The boy was practically radiating his emotions - probably even E-0057 could have been able to sense them. Interpreting them, though, was a considerably different matter; they were so confused she wasn't sure she would have been able to untangle them even if her quantum brain waves hadn't been dulled. The only emotion she could easily identify was grief, and that was so strong as to be almost tangible.

She decided to ignore it for the time being. She had learned from Mele's example that people didn't tend to appreciate direct comments about emotions they wanted to remain hidden. For some reason, it wasn't the best of conversation starters.

"My name is Soma Peries," she offered. "What's yours?"

[quickdrawbkiddo]

[free as a slithering snake]

Jeans, a t-shirt and a denim jacket - Beatrix felt like she was back in the eighties as she walked out to the buses. All she needed was her hair teased up with way too much hairspray, a handful of buttons on the jacket and a couple handwoven friendship bracelets on her wrist. It could always be worse, she decided.

The cut on her cheek had a small butterfly bandage on it and the stitched had been redone in her shoulder from her antics the previous night. The Bride had not noticed the blood considering how much of it had already pooled on the ground beneath Bitzwing, but the fog had grabbed her attention before HK-47 had answered her question.

Sitting alone toward the back, she pondered the significance of that fog.

[givemeoblivion]

Callisto might have thought herself out of a different decade herself if she knew anything closer to the present time than ancient Greece. She was angry at how fast the night had seemed to end, despite its unusual ending. (Playing games, Landel?)

The outfit they'd insisted she wear again was familiar, and not any better the second time around than the first. What was with all the flowers? From the embroidered ones on her jeans to the large one on the front of her pink shirt... she felt as if she was being mocked again. And hadn't she had a bandage on her nose the last time they'd come to Doyleton? Wonderful.

She took a seat next to a face she knew as they loaded onto the buses, not in the mood for questions from one of the newer patients.

[quickdrawbkiddo]

Beatrix raised an eyebrow at what the warlord was wearing when the woman joined her.

"Clearly, you need to kill your nurse. She has horrible taste," the Bride commented.

[givemeoblivion]

"Hmph." Callisto smiled a bit at that, making herself more comfortable in her seat. "I'm always tempted." The damn orderlies were the problem, really. And the sedative. The fact that she was so easily overpowered by them was embarrassing.

[rocksthecourt]

[Polly want a Klavier?~ :D]

Even though a good deal of time had passed, the stench of blood was still with Klavier well after he'd woken up. He could practically taste it in the back of his throat. He was left at a complete loss, trying to remember what had happened last night. Despite the fact that the door had been closed, the room had suddenly filled with a thick smoke; for a few moments, he'd actually thought someone was pumping gas into the room. But the smoke or fog or whichever took an instant backseat to the stench of blood. When he tried to move, he could feel the slickness of the floor, though by that point he couldn't actually see the floor. But that strong a smell... there was no doubt what it was drenching the floor. But before he could figure out what was going on, he'd woken up

[mister_fine]

Apollo sat up in bed with a startled gasp, his eyes practically bulging out of his sockets. He clutched the sheets to his chest, as if that would keep his pounding heart from leaping right out of his ribcage. As much as he'd wanted to tell himself that the dark liquid he'd felt on the floor was something else, there had been no mistaking such an awful, metallic stench. That was blood!

Wait, blood...? He rubbed the back of his sweaty neck, eyebrows furrowing. That couldn't be right, could it?

His breathing leveled once he took a moment to gaze around his room. There weren't any windows, but the woman on the intercom was talking like it was morning now. Had last night been some kind of dream? It almost seemed like it, and yet he'd just been standing next to Kibitoshin and Dahlia, and--!

Apollo pinched the bridge of nose, reminding himself to just stay calm. Even though he was obviously being held here against his will. And he had no recollection of how he'd wound up back in his room in the first place. And now apparently

[rocksthecourt]

Klavier turned his attention away from the bag at the sound of a familiar voice. A very familiar voice. Now it was his turn to freeze, both eyebrows shooting up in momentary surprise. Apollo... Justice? Yes, there was no mistake. No amount of disheveled hair could cover up that wide forehead

[mister_fine]

It wasn't often Apollo saw the former rock star look so genuinely surprised by something. But the expression passed soon enough, and then the prosecutor was casually inviting him to sit down. Apollo threw a glance over his shoulder, feeling the need to check if the nurses would object, before he slid into the seat next to him.

"I, uh, woke up last night," he said as placed the sack in his lap. Part of him knew he ought to eat something, especially since he hadn't touched the dinner served to him last night, either, but he just didn't have the appetite for it right now. "My roommate started going on about crazy things like monsters and time differences, but that's--" Apollo rubbed his eyes, holding back a sigh. Okay, he was getting a bit ahead of himself. And anyway, it wasn't like he had solid evidence to refute his claims, not after last night. Maybe he was the one going crazy now. "...never mind

[scarefaux]

Staying in the room during the night had been a good idea after all- a night of rest and conversation with Kaiji had made his legs feel better, and the marks those somethings had left on his calves were pretty much gone. That was encouraging. Also encouraging was the promise of some sort of a field trip for the patients to some town somewhere. He liked the notion of getting away from the institute, even if they were going to be watched closely.

What wasn't promising was the outfit he was given to wear. The shoes were tight on his feet, the pants were stiff and restricting, and the jacket he'd been given to wear over his shirt had designs on the sleeves that resembled flames. Something about this seemed a little cruel. In good news, his shirt was green- that was a familiar color.

Ushered onto the bus, the Scarecrow chose an empty seat near the front next to a window. He hoped he could see where they were going before they got there.

[Free]

[haplesstracker]

It'll be safe in your room, Lord Recluse said. Scrap that, he'd been in bed five minutes before that horrific fog came up and his nose was again filled with the metallic reek of human blood. It hadn't hurt him, but it had terrified him enough to make him fling the covers up like a human child and hope it went away peacefully

[scarefaux]

The Scarecrow turned his eyes from the window, having a glance at the patient who took the seat next to him. It wasn't anyone he knew- not that that was a surprise, seeing how most people at the institute fit into that description- but any company was good company. He wasn't sure how long they'd be in this strange carriage, anyway.

"You look about as comfortable as I do," he noted aloud.

[haplesstracker]

"Trust me, I'm much worse," Scourge grumbled, rolling one shoulder back and trying to get comfortable in the new clothes. The bandages on his back kept brushing against the shirt fabric and while it didn't hurt it irritated the heck out of him like sand in the joints of his old body.

He'd heard that people healed fast at Landel's. So why was this taking so long?