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Day 43: Sun Room, Second Shift

Aug 13, 2009 10:50

When the shift changed, HK stayed put. Even after a long night of zombie killing, he had no interest in meatbag fuel, especially after all the discussion of chocolate with that rather strange meatbag. It was just making him crave the stuff even more than he had previously, if that was possible ( Read more... )

raine, klavier, kitty pryde, tenzen, tsubaki, xigbar, scott pilgrim, kuukaku, jason, forte, miku, junpei, zex, luxord, lunge, kanji, hughes, lugnut, brainiac 5, james bond, hk-47, albedo, hanekoma, kvothe, kio, depth charge, two-face, apollo, souji seta, the scarecrow, schuldig, beatrix, ryoji, l, subaru

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whos_da_man August 14 2009, 01:49:35 UTC

"No. I'm stayin right here," Junpei told his nurse ( ... )

nonametrump August 14 2009, 05:10:55 UTC

[From here]

Ryoji had chatted with the mysterious dream-woman as she led him around the (equally mysterious) building, but the things she said made less and less sense, even for a dream. For one, she claimed his name was really 'Horace Mooney'. Two, she said he was in some kind of mental hospital... which was nonsense. Ryoji was, if he said so himself, the very picture of good mental health.

He was rather disappointed to learn that the nurse and this 'Horace' guy didn't have something going on between them. That, at least, would have been a wonderful silver lining to an increasingly bizarre situation.

Even more disappointing was the fact that the pretty nurse excused herself as soon as they had arrived at their destination--the Sun Room, she called it. He'd been about to try his hand at convincing her to stay when his attention was drawn away from her by a familiar voice ( ... )

whos_da_man August 15 2009, 03:18:54 UTC

Junpei stopped mid-sentence when he heard a familiar male voice. He stared at Ryoji for a full minute, blinking, before he was pretty sure that was his friend standing there and not some fucked up apparition driven from apparent zombieitis.

"Sup, Ryoji. Tell this bitch that I don't have to get food, that I have to stay here to wait for Chidori and apparently explain this fucked up level of, like, I dunno - Okawhiphawpa, ro whatever place in America we are," the junior said.

He then shot a glance at his nurse when she objected to his choice of terms for her. "Okay, this hot nurse bitch."

nonametrump August 16 2009, 06:06:16 UTC

It felt awkward for Junpei to be staring at him like that. He enjoyed attention, but to be stared at by a guy (even if he was a friend) was... Well, he probably wouldn't complain if it were a girl, but that would have been a different sort of staring, obviously. Best he could tell, it looked was like Junpei was surprised to see him, or maybe surprised by his appearance? The clothes he'd been wearing since he'd woken up weren't exactly fashionable, but Junpei's were no different; maybe there was something wrong with his hair?

He was relieved when his friend finally spoke and stopped staring, but that merely provided a new point of confusion. "Whoa, Chidori? 'Chidori' as in your girlfriend?" The one who had died? He bit his tongue on that particular question.

...And what (where?) was Okawhiphawpa?

He needed to talk to Junpei now, to get things straight... like why he was waiting for his dead girlfriend. A stranger hanging over their shoulders (and trying to get Junpei to go eat?) would just be in the way. The nurse had to go ( ... )

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purpletaint August 14 2009, 01:58:37 UTC

He had left the dressings alone, content to wait until he was out of the woman's sight to try again. The nurses, as well, reiterated to leave them alone. Time to heal, and all. But if there needed to be time for healing... Well. Then Albedo was in a whole new ballpark. The slower healing was still more fascinating than most--a tinge of fear, a dip of excitement, but time to heal said nothing about the length of time necessary. He wondered.

This, of course, allowed Albedo to focus on something simple instead of the multitude of other things the sedation was currently making complicated. It was different from before, that was a surety--not only was cognitive thought sliding back in faster, but the nurse escorting him mentioned it herself in passing to another. Wouldn't want him to be too out of it for later. Later, hmm? What fine delights would be waiting then ( ... )

rocksthecourt August 14 2009, 04:30:13 UTC

Klavier knew he should probably go eat something, but frankly, the last thing he wanted to be around was food. That was made terribly clear by the wave of nausea that washed over him as soon as his escort so much as mentioned brunch. Thinking of the scent of seared meat only brought back memories of rotten flesh and blood-stained mouths... At this rate, he might not be able to stomach a meal all week ( ... )

purpletaint August 14 2009, 05:10:19 UTC

Words and voices, this time with no familiar ring. Feigning sleep would be far too easy at this point, but adults never seemed the sort to leave you alone. Alright? Need anything? A good dose of murder, possibly patricide, washed down with love that's returned, but that wasn't anything that could be provided by another. Might as well play the part, fit the role. His mind hadn't come back online past that to consider alternative options ( ... )

rocksthecourt August 14 2009, 22:47:13 UTC

As soon as the boy lifted his head up to look at him, Klavier's expression shifted entirely to surprise. That face. It was the same as Rubedo and Nigredo. This was... Yes, that's right. Nigredo had mentioned that he had more than one brother here. This must have been one of the others, which meant... he was a member of this 'batch of clones' trained to be 'bioweapons ( ... )

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quickdrawbkiddo August 14 2009, 02:01:04 UTC

[assassin available - limit:any]

That had been ridiculous. Starfleet? Phasers? If Beatrix had been a cruel person she'd have informed Chekov his precious space organization came to be from a bunch of fans of a horrible show from the 1970s. Wait. That needed to be rephrased. If Beatrix had been a person that was cruel to children...

Finding herself in the Sun Room, the Bride took up position against the wall not too far from the bulletin board so she could keep an eye on the people coming and going. As she watched the room, her eyes found HK-47 speaking to one of the Cybertronians. At least she assumed he was one of those Decepticons given his large stature, the way he moved, and how much the assassin droid seemed to be sucking up to him.

She kept a discret eye on the pair. This was something she was going to have to relay to SubZero. She was forseeing problems coming from this droid/Decepticon interaction.

scarefaux August 14 2009, 09:15:17 UTC

[Hope this is okay!]

For someone who rather enjoyed eating, the Scarecrow really hadn't eaten much in the past two days- first was the skipped meals the day before, and then his breakfast with a man who apparently harvested body parts from the bodies of his enemies. The grisly mental imagery that accompanied that description was hopefully worse than reality, but it was still disturbing. Having one's straw and lower half thrown about was a far smaller concern. While he'd still wanted to get some food down before the shift was over and the nurse retrieved him, the Scarecrow wasn't sure he actually could handle any more. He had somehow lost his appetite ( ... )

quickdrawbkiddo August 15 2009, 03:14:23 UTC

Cold blue eyes flickered over to the man as he voiced his question. Had something on the boards catch his attention?

"Yes?" Beatrix's voice was not quite as cold as her eyes, but friendly was not on her list of facades for the day.

scarefaux August 15 2009, 05:03:07 UTC

Glad to have her attention, the Scarecrow continued: "I just saw on the board that there are supposed to be visitors visiting certain people today. You wouldn't happen to be able to tell me anything about that, would you? How do we know if we're being visited or not? And who would be visiting us in a place like this?"

He stopped before he bombarded her with more questions, although several more came to mind.

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mister_fine August 14 2009, 03:01:19 UTC

In all honesty, it'd been kind of refreshing to talk to someone sort of sane for a change. That plus the fact he'd put something a little more substantial than a rotting burger in his stomach helped calm Apollo's nerves to an extent. He still wanted to thank Asch personally at some point, but right now he really needed to roll up his sleeves and do some serious research about this place. After all, just because people were freely posting messages now didn't mean the staff wouldn't start removing some of them after a point.

Still, even with something important to occupy his attention, Apollo still felt tense and unsettled. His typical daily routine had been knocked off kilter (oh, it was awful -- this was his second morning without any voice training!), and his hair fell pitifully over his eyes if he wasn't careful. Part of him wanted to grab the gel he'd left in his room and sit in front of a mirror for as long as the nurses would allow, but he had to get cracking on his investigations. After all, the sooner he got to the ( ... )

catstreetblues August 14 2009, 04:11:38 UTC

Sanae strolled into the Sun Room feeling much better now that he'd gotten a quick brunch. No company, but that was alright: he could fly solo sometimes if he wanted. No, nothing could flick him off of cloud nine, now that he had paint. Alright, so pen drawings weren't that bad, but really, you could only get so much dimension. The way the spray paint just spread out, that was him, not those tight, thin lines pens gave.

He checked the board and posted a quick reply to Tony Stark, Flamethrower Building Extraordinaire - common courtesy, after all - and happened to notice a young man scanning the board with a fairly high degree of intensity.

Oooh, young, aspiring professional right there. Yup, no doubt about it - just look at that determined face. "Y'know, there's not going to be a quiz later." Sanae couldn't help but laugh a bit.

mister_fine August 14 2009, 05:16:56 UTC

Apollo wasn't sure how long he'd been reading the board. There was so much to go through, it was easy to let himself practically drown in all the new information. Every so often, when he caught a piece of info that looked especially important, he'd pause long enough to jot down notes in his journal. The timeline and speculations over what had happened to the Head Doctor were especially interesting, if not a bit creepy. Somehow he got the feeling a lot of this was tied up in the apparent rivalry between Martin Landel and Alec Doyle, and maybe this mysterious woman they seemed to be fighting over. Yet how would that explain why so many people had fallen victim to the Institute?

Federal training sponsorship, he thought to himself as he tapped his pen against his notebook. What could that be about? It almost sounded like they'd been drafted into some kind of army, which was completely ridiculous, considering the fact that ( ... )

catstreetblues August 14 2009, 05:46:35 UTC

Oh shit. This guy had lungs. Caught totally unprepared, Sanae jumped nearly as high as the kid did. He needs one of those whatchamacallit pins...the ones that respond to screaming. He'd be expert at it. "Wow, uh, nice set of chords there. What are you..." He tried to think of a job that involved screaming and yelling - in a completely chaste way. "...some kinda military guy ( ... )

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ruthless_hunter August 14 2009, 03:26:22 UTC

Lockdown chose to go to the Sun Room after he'd eaten. The less time he spent around human fuel the better. Although at least he'd had some nice entertainment during his meal. Creeping out the Scarecrow had been quite fun.

The bounty hunter found himself a couch to settle down into and wait for that potential client. He just hoped that whatever they wanted could wait for a few hours, since he didn't think he could go another night without relieving HK-47 of his untouched status. He probably should have thought of that before he'd responded to that person's request, but accepting jobs like that was one of those hard-to-break habits. Then again, if the client proved to not be worth his time and effort, then he'd have no problems whatsoever with his current plans tonight.

[Eileen]

themotherreborn August 14 2009, 17:31:18 UTC

Eileen still couldn't believe she was doing something like this. Her eyes never stayed in one place as she moved from the cafeteria to the Sun Room. He was here, somewhere. It wasn't fair! Bad enough to jump at every noise and shadow at night, but to not even have the daylight safe?

Well, she was hopefully going to meet the one person who had responded to her little note. Or the one person who had responded favorably, anyway.

The description hadn't been much, but Eileen liked to think she was pretty good at figuring out who people were. And she thought just maybe she'd spotted who she was looking for.

"Excuse me?" she said, walking over with her arms wrapped tightly around her midsection. "I think we spoke on the notice board...?"

ruthless_hunter August 14 2009, 19:21:32 UTC

Lockdown looked up, seeing a young woman with brown hair standing before him. Was she his potential client? Well, she certianly looked like the type to need a bodyguard, at any rate.

"Yep, that's me," He patted the seat next to him. "Sit down, and we can talk business."

themotherreborn August 14 2009, 19:50:14 UTC

Good. Eileen breathed a sigh of relief and sat down, tucking her legs up under her. She knew that maybe the other person on the board had been right, that she couldn't trust people here, but....

What choice did she have?

"Thank you for meeting with me," she began. "My name is Eileen Galvin. And...I have a little bit of a problem."

That was the understatement of the year! But she wasn't good at talking about Walter and the Nightmare, and what it was that Walter wanted to do to her.

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