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Day 43: Game Room, Third Shift

Aug 17, 2009 10:41

Peh. "Graduates." Who were they trying to fool? It's not like anyone here believed them, and no one ever visited the institute. What was the point in keeping up this sad little charade? To add to the realism of it? Well, whatever. If they wanted to continue this exercise in futility, that was fine with Porky. All it meant was that they spent more ( Read more... )

evangeline, grell, jun, s.t., klavier, kristoph, tsubaki, porky, eva, tyki, souji seta, the flash

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no_arcana August 19 2009, 17:07:20 UTC

This was getting worrisome. Souji's headache was finally starting to go away a tiny fraction, but something was still keeping him off-balance. He couldn't put his finger on it quite yet, but it was there, it was something he could no more ignore than the throbbing of his head.

Clearly, the sun room was no place for him, with its constant noise. Therefore, Souji let himself into another room, one with at least a smaller patient base. It wasn't silent, but it was certainly better than staying in the more crowded room. Now he just had to find out what was wrong with him, and also, what that 'I.R.I.S.' person was going on about.

For now, though, he wanted to do something. Not play with those kind of scary people with their gameboys, no chess, didn't want to bother people who already had games going... ah hah! One person probably the prettiest in the room was setting up what seemed to be a game of cards, so Souji walked over and started watching. Didn't say anything at the start, but certainly seemed interested.

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no_arcana August 19 2009, 23:51:28 UTC

Souji smiled in his usual friendly manner, nodding in greetings to the other guy. He certainly seemed polite enough, but not exactly the most friendly. If he was anyone else, he might be put off... but for someone who'd met the Amagi Challenge, this was a piece of cake.

For the most part. Kind of.

Instead of introducing himself right away- what was the point, really?- he inclined his head towards the deck of cards. "What's the name of the game?"

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tyki_pon August 19 2009, 00:25:50 UTC

Tyki didn't need to think long when the nurse asked him which room he wanted to go. He wondered if he'd find Walker here, being the cheating boy as always. The boy hadn't replied to his notice, though, which was a little odd. It'd be a shame if the boy had gotten himself killed in the zombie apocalypse or something last night. Plus, he'd miss out on seven packages of smokes. Seven packages!

Come to think of it, the kid also owed him a card game!

He wasn't going to wait for the boy, though. Especially not with some other entertainment to look forward to tonight.

Helping himself to a deck of cards, the now-hobo began playing a card game by himself. He could poke someone to play with him later, he figured.

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toxicspiderman August 19 2009, 01:59:05 UTC

The nurses would only allow a patient to stand in front of the bulletin board, scribbling notes and then casually circling the room to allow replies to trickle in, for so long. S.T. rolled his eyes at one last juvenile taunt, and considered the situation.

You are in a solarium. There is a bulletin board. A cafeteria is visible to the north. North? Was that north? It was 'up', which was good enough. Other exits lead SW, NE, E, SE, and S. The south door is guarded by a scorpion princess and a three-headed dog. More commonly known as a nurse and orderly, though vague glimpses last night made the comparison more apt than he wanted to dwell on. Hell with disco. He went EAST ( ... )

tyki_pon August 19 2009, 18:36:45 UTC

He could've find someone to poke for a card game later, or that person could just come to him. That worked just as well. Saved him the trouble to look for a suitable victim opponent, at least. Tyki paused his game to look at the guy that had approached him from behind his glasses.

He definitely didn't understand what Mr. Vague had meant here. Much less the apparent joke that went with the comment, judging by the grin. "Huh? Machines?" the Noah repeated, brushing a hand through his messy black hair. "What'cha talkin' about?"

He couldn't really help it people were apparently nearly a century or so in his future.

toxicspiderman August 19 2009, 23:21:28 UTC

There were reference points shared among many of the "patients" at Landel's -- video games had been a common one on the board, but not universal.

"There's machines that will -- " How was he supposed to explain decades of computing research and innovation, harnessed so that bored corporate drones could play solitaire instead of taking smoke breaks? "Nevermind. What's your game?" S.T. pulled up a chair and flipped it around so he sat straddling the back. One hand drummed on the tabletop.

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