Dayshift 22: Library (Evening Shift)

[high_prosecutor]

The intercom's announcement found Miles Edgeworth in a much better mood than he had been the previous shift. The conversation he'd had with the young Elven Lord Valyn had provided interesting information, even if hard to believe, and he finally felt as if he'd been useful to someone, rather than a hindrance in the setting

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[clockmongler]

Luxord was not happy.

That's not to say he ever felt happy, as his condition tended to make such a feat an impossibility, but he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he was even more upset than the regular fare.

For starters, his discussion with the boy and his friend in the cafeteria had been cut dreadfully short by the intercom before Nursey McNursingson had decided to pull him to another table. It was only at the threat of hospitalization and being hooked to IVs that he agreed to eat anything, but after he had finished the insolent woman had grabbed him by the arm after she had apparently just casually molested a bowl of granola.

Needless to say, the Gambler was currently tired, sick, and his right arm had been wrapped in medicine and gauze.

Granola and its nutty contents could bugger the fuck off, he decided before trudging to the library in hopes it would be the one place II would not look for him in; if the gunner saw him this way, he would be ridiculed a good long while. The books could keep him amused in the

[itneverwas]

On the way to the library, Xemnas had already decided that he didn't like this nurse. She had obviously find it necessary to ramble about the weather, in which the Nobody didn't have the slightest interest. Ignoring her didn't help, much to his displeasure. The Nobody was glad (or as glad as a being such as he could be) to be rid of her presence after finally arriving at the library.

He glanced around and noticed that there weren't many around. However, he did notice one of his subordinates, Number X. Truthfully, he hadn't expected to see any of the other Nobodies around, but perhaps Luxord was a better source of information than any of these books were. It was at least worth a try.

"Number X." Xemnas spoke after approaching him, in his usual tone. "How surprising."

He did notice the...state...the other Nobody was in, but decided to ignore it for the time being.

[nero_yamato]

And this is where the journey would start. A library in a mental hospital. Well, it was better than nothing. As he strolled about the room, he saw that there were three men, rather than one already here. Two of them seemed to know know eachother and were talking, and the last was in the corner reading.

Vergil checked out their selection and found that there were many books that he recognized and had read himself. None of them caught his eye, but the two men nearby did. Vergil decided some eavesdropping was in order, so he grabbed the first book he could reach, and sat himself confortably in a place close enough to the two men so that he could hear them, but not close enough to interupt the conversation. He opened his book and his ears at the same time.

[clockmongler]

X has just gotten comfortable (well, as much as he could with his arm the way it was, none the less the wounds from the previous night) on one of the chairs, perhaps to become better acquainted with Don Quixote, when that voice made him drop his book. He knew that voice.

"Superior…" He bowed his head to the man, replacing the dropped book onto the end table on which he found it. At this rate, everyone would be here. II, IV, V, VI, VII, VII, IX, XI, XII, XIII, and now I? It seemed only Xaldin had not come to the party. "I was not aware you had been spirited away to this institute."

The Gambler raised his head again, curiously tilting his head at the Leader, "for how long have you been here?"

…he did have that odd feeling that someone was watching them.

[damned_patients]

The day was starting to drag. And it still seemed like there wasn't enough time. Jack was disappointed that he wasn't able to spend more time in the company of the delicious Kaylee. Hadn't that been a little disaster? That Simon... Jack liked him, but damn did that kid have a lot to learn. And maybe he would. Jack wasn't against taking the guy under his wing. Why the hell not?

For now, he figured he'd relax in the library. He liked the library. He snagged The Complete Works of William Shakespeare off the shelf and stretched out on the floor. It was more comfortable than most of the furniture in the place, after all.

It was going to be Nightshift soon. Maybe he could find someone to venture out with....

[damned_patients]

(moving down to bother Bast and Rasitlin)

[afraidnot]

It made no sense to Raven no matter how many times the nurse repeated herself

[empty_death]

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Wandering around while reading was a familiar past-time of his, but even that couldn't keep his mind off the fact that his wife was missing. He should start trying to learn what was going on.

Looking around he spotted a young girl that looked like she could have stepped right from the Shaman King fights and walked over to her, reading titles on the shelves as he went.

He stopped beside her, and looked down. Despite his anger and confusion, he managed a moderate tone of voice. Eliza would never forgive him for snapping at a child.

"Excuse me. Might you know anything about this place?" All he had to go on was what that damned nurse had told him, and he simply couldn't believe that. "I'm a bit lost here."

[afraidnot]

The book she had picked didn’t seem all that interesting and was placed back on the shelf, only to take another one out. Browsing through the pages, Raven glanced at the person that had talked to her. Though he was yet another unfamiliar face, the man seemed just as confused as she was a minute ago…

“I just woke too, I don’t know anymore than you.” She stopped at a page in the middle of the book and began to read it.

“What have you been told so far?”

[empty_death]

Faust shook his head and glanced at all the titles on the shelves. "Nothing that has made any sense." He glanced down at the girl.

"I apologize for disturbing you," he said, bowing his head slightly. Whatever he was going to say after that was stopped by a nurse walking up to him with a smile. His polite manner dropped instantly and he looked at this nurse with blatant hatred.

"Mr. Klaus," she said, brushing off his expression without even a pause. "It's time for dinner. Didn't you hear the announcement?" Faust simply looked at her.

"I will not go anywhere until I-"

"Yes, yes." The nurse took him by the wrist and began to lead him away.

"But... My wife-"

"Yes, yes." Their voices faded as they left.

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[madvampireking]

((ooc: from here))

He left the courtyard eventually, seeing as Tamaki's friends were now gathering about the boy. He didn't want any trouble involving mobs of children bothering him like a swarm of pestering bugs. It wasn't like Alucard had killed one of their own. Neither did he delight in attacking children. They were defenseless and the fight wouldn't last long.

So the vampire found himself inside the library.

He needed something to occupy him anyway, from attacking/assaulting/biting his nurse. If he heard the name "Arthur Fairbrook" one more time...

Growling, he pulled out a copy of Bram Stoker's Dracula from the shelves after a bit of wandering, sitting down on a chair to read it.

[1imited_edition]

With Raine gone, Rein wandered the stacks freely again. The girl had seemed better when she'd left, so she worried only a little. After all, she'd see her again before the night set in. Reinforce never actually read anything, just flitted from shelf to shelf (as well as one could flit in a cast, at least), occasionally touching or removing a book but always replacing it quickly and moving on to others.

In other words, she looked about right for an insane asylum.

It was only a matter of time before a book in the hands of another patient caught her eye. Dracula... a classic but Earth literature, so she was only so familiar. Still, she held a fascination for the mythology surrounding parasitic immortals of any kind. In reality she was unique, so far as she knew, but in the strange dreams of humanity she had countless cousins

[madvampireking]

It was a book he had read many, many times over. To the point where he had every line memorised. But still, it was interesting to read all the different adaptations anyway. Already he had skipped most of the front pages, now halfway through and still flipping the pages rapidly. He was going to be done with the book soon, perhaps he'd pick up one of those magazines. Or any of Shakespear's works. Or-

Alucard caught sight of someone staring at him, just as his eyes skimmed through the upper half of one page.

He offered the girl a quick glance from over the edges of his chosen book. Maroon eyes. A shade darker than his maybe. It got his attention nonetheless.

"May I help you?"

[1imited_edition]

"You're very familiar. Does it have a special significance?" Reinforce went straight to the point. She wasn't sure why she cared- if he was the person from the bulletin board and had been truthful there, his view on his condition was very different from her own. Though she could not forgive any attempt to control her, she was happy to see much of what Landel's had sealed away gone.

Why she felt any desire to confide in a being who enjoyed preying on others was beyond her.

[qui_gonjinn]

Something was wrong.

Qui-Gon was just beginning to recognize whose handwriting belonged to who on that curious, flimsi-based bulletin board and he had most certainly recognized Renji's. From his tone, it sounded like it was urgent and he couldn't help but wonder if it had to do with the surprise appearance their captor had made in the chapel only hours before. All he knew was it still left a bad taste in his mouth.

Thanking his nurse for showing him to the library, Qui-Gon wandered down the shelves, looking for a spot that would be moderately remote and private - as private as a prison could be - where they could talk.

[stray_shinigami]

Renji was still feeling a bit off after the shift changed, but he thought it best to head to the library. He didn't trust himself to be alone with Rukia, right now. The overwhelming relief at seeing her was being slowly eroded away by the steady anger he'd been saving for himself. Everything he had done in the recent past had seemed so much less real, when he had been concentrating his energy on the single question of if Rukia was alive, rather than what it was he'd done to her.

He led the way to the library, then stalked between the shelves, looking for Qui-Gon. As he walked, he trailed his fingers along the spines of the books, skimming over the titles.

He found Qui-Gon in a relatively secluded corner. Out of habit, he grinned at the man, keeping his posture relaxed in spite of the tension that sang through him. "Jinn-san," he said. Best to get the introductions taken care of first. "This is Kuchiki Rukia. She arrived last shift... she's from my world."

[haiiro_no_chou]

Rukia followed just behind Renji as they wound their way through the maze of shelves. At least this strange place was decent enough to have a library. Rukia had spent much of her time in the real world inside Ichigo's closet reading novels and comic books. What else was a powerless Shinigami trapped in the living world to do?

Finally Renji stopped, addressing an older man. Rukia stepped forward next to Renji and studied the man as she was introduced. He had a calm, confident air about him that she found immediately likable. Rukia dipped a quick bow, saying, "It's nice to meet you sir."

[qui_gonjinn]

The corners of his mouth quirked up in a small smile. Qui-Gon bowed his head in greeting. His senses were still recovering from the meeting with Martin Landel, but he could at the very least see that Rukia had a good, strong signature in the Force, just like Renji.

"My pleasure, Rukia," he said, and gestured for them to take a seat. It was no Jedi Archive, with the comforting blue glows of the bookshelves filled with holos, but it was somewhat private and he felt a bit better discussing whatever they needed surrounded by a wall of these Earthian books - which smelled faintly musty - than out in the courtyard.

The Jedi Master rested his hands in his lap, glancing from Rukia to Renji.

"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"