Day 43: Sun Room, 4th Shift

[euphemise]

The late-afternoon sun filled the large, open Sun Room. It was almost enough to make you sleepy, Euphemia thought, as she walked in, brushing a little glitter off her shirt. She didn't particularly feel like she was up to much - the worrying about everyone had drained her, as much as she'd tried not to think too much about it

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[number1smiley]

Teresa's conversation with Soma had certainly been interesting. She wasn't quite sure why humans would create a human to be a weapon, given the practice of creating monsters like the hybrids made more sense to her. Then again, hybrids were tremendously hard to control at times, so perhaps some humans learned not to play with monsters. Regardless, it seemed that Soma was at a junction in her life, much like Teresa had been, and needed to make a decision soon. Whatever her decision was, Teresa hoped the human could live with it

[euphemise]

There was half a moment's surprise at feeling someone's presence behind her, but the minute she heard that voice, the surprise turned to relief. "Teresa! Oh, I'm so glad you're okay - I knew you were, after the bulletin, but it's a relief to see you in person." She smiled, breathing a quiet sigh.

"And yes, I did," she laughed. "It took me long enough, that and a bit of a scary adventure. About that - they didn't hurt you, right?" The princess looked up towards the ceiling, scanning herself, but there wasn't anything at all there. She hadn't expected it, not after everything she'd learned about how the place changed completely from the day to the night, but it was still good to see it for herself.

"I owe you a thank-you, by the way. For earlier," she said, gesturing to the bulletin board. "I don't know who that was, but I won't speak with someone who insults two of my dearest friends. I'm all for meeting new friends, but insulting someone like that.."

[number1smiley]

"It takes more than a few common beasts, even in a place like this, to injure me," Teresa replied. Euphy's concern was making the hybrid a bit uncomfortable. She had to remind herself that the girl was not familiar with her kind and thus her concern was probably warranted in her own mind. "Do not worry," she added on, a little awkwardly.

She then blinked, a little startled that Euphy had guessed it was her that had given the warning. "What makes you think that was me?"

[euphemise]

"All right," the pink-haired girl said, with a nod. "Though that's really impressive," she added, before changing the subject again.

"Well," Euphy admitted, "I figured it out by the handwriting. I know what Suzaku's writing looks like, and what Lelouch's writing looks like. And since I - ah, right, I should explain who they are. They're two really close friends from home."

And...was that Lelouch, over there? She frowned, trying to catch his attention. Something bad had happened; she could tell that much by the expression on his face. She didn't know what, but she could tell it was something big. Before she could call out to him or even wave, though, he disappeared into one of the side rooms, and she sighed.

"As I was saying..." The words came out a bit more awkwardly this time. "I know their writing, and since it wasn't either of them, and Suzaku would have told me if anyone else from home was here, I had figured it was someone I'd met here, and you were the first person, so." She flushed just a little when she said that.

[mitase]

His time in the Music Room hadn't turned out as quiet and restful as Hanatarou had intended, but he was still reluctant to leave once it was time for shift change. The nurse had resumed fussing over him as soon as she'd arrived, noting that he looked a little tired. She'd suggested that he could go get some fresh air, but he only considered that a moment before politely refusing

[oftemptation]

Well...that had certainly been...Endrance wasn't entirely sure how he would categorize the conversation with Alkaid, but at least it hadn't gone particularly badly. She was still herself, as high-spirited and fiery as ever, and he had absolutely no doubts about her ability to hold her own in this place at night. If anything, it was a relief. If anything happened to her, Haseo would...

He shook his head, not wanting to think about that possibility, and stepped into the Sun Room, scanning for familiar faces. One in particular stood out, and he took the seat next to Hanatarou with a nod and a bit of a smile.

"I haven't seen you for a day or two...how are you, Hanatarou?" It looked like he was worn out, but after last night, there was no getting around that.

[mitase]

Hanatarou was still watching the cat when another joined him, and he glanced up at Endrance mild surprise. "Oh...hello," he replied, in a somewhat exaggerated whisper. "I'm fine. It's sleeping."

He gestured toward the kitten as he spoke, careful not to move anything more than one arm. Usually the cats in here didn't stick around him for long, and this one had come to see him twice in one day. He certainly didn't want to scare it off, or ruin its nap.

[oftemptation]

Endrance looked down, and couldn't help but smile a little. "Someone told me earlier today that cats are a good judge of character," he said, also in a whisper. "I think this one likes you."

There was something else - a moment's thought, thank goodness it's not 'her', but it went unspoken. The relief showed on his face just a bit, as much as he tried to hide it.

"I'm glad to see you're safe, after last night..."

[raisedbyharos]

During the short time that Feldt had been awake, she had not managed to learn much about her new surroundings. The most she knew was that she was being referred to as "Anna", that she had been admitted here, and that she would only be able to leave if she managed to get better. ... Even if she felt fine, and as far as she knew, she wasn't injured. She also knew that Setsuna was in this place. At least the short amount time she had spent with the Gundam pilot had been somewhat productive

[unheroed]

Jason hadn't showed.

Harvey knew that there could be a variety of reasons for it. Maybe he had ended up with a visitor at the last second, for instance. Maybe he'd done something stupid and gotten himself sedated to the point that he couldn't find the courtyard. Even if there were some logical explanations, that didn't help Harvey's mood any. They were getting so close now, and if he didn't get some retribution soon

[raisedbyharos]

Feldt had looked up once Harvey sat down near her, although she didn't say anything to him right away. She noticed the bandages that covered a good part of his face, and while she was curious about whatever injury he may have had, she didn't need to know. It was none of her business, and it really wasn't her place to ask that sort of thing in the first place. It didn't matter, anyway. Feldt had never been the one to start conversations - Christina had always done that. However, Christina wasn't there, and that left her to try to figure a lot of these social things out on her own. She glanced away from Harvey after his nurse had left. She was lost when it came to starting up a conversation.

Thankfully, Feldt didn't need to start anything. The man had done it himself. Granted, it wasn't much. All he had said was that he couldn't help her.

She didn't look back at him after he said something, but she nodded.

"... That's okay." She said, her voice quiet.

[unheroed]

That was it? For some reason, Harvey had been expecting much more of a reaction from someone with pink hair. Maybe he was generalizing, but he would have thought that any girl who went to the effort to dye their hair that color would be the loud, hyper type.

Not that he knew much about kids this girl's age. He'd tried to appeal to young people when attempting to get elected, and he'd been willing to talk to them openly about their issues and problems with Gotham, but that had been a different time and a different place. He wasn't that man anymore, and he had nothing he could think of to discuss with this girl.

There was one other thing that stood out about her -- who just said "that's okay" when someone greeted them so brusquely? It wasn't like he felt guilty about his words, but...

"Are you just trying to be polite, or do you really not need it?" If it was the latter, then maybe she would be useful.

[violent_varmint]

Canned, monotone smugness resounded over the intercom, and Tanaka knew that ZEX would soon be returning from his "visitor". Who would they use for leverage against him, anyway? Probably some past lover, given the VUX's blatant innuendos towards anyone he could get his tentacles on. Especially the Captain... who did he think he was, anyway, trying to seduce a hero of the entire quadrant who was already engaged...

The Shofixti put that thought aside. It would do him no good anymore to let his anger rise against the VUX... the Captain was dead, he reminded himself, and his last wishes were for ZEX to be happy and for them to return to their world. Which mean that they'd have to work together for now, Winged Ones help him.

After a brief trip past the bulletin board, Tanaka sat down on a couch near the main doors of the Sun Room. Wherever ZEX was going next, he'd have to pass through there, which meant he'd be able to catch him and have that talk on what to do next.

[for Admiral Emo]

[wantsyourzex]

ZEX was already feeling drained and tired after seeing DAX again and he'd almost forgotten that he'd arranged to meet with the Shofixti later that day. He couldn't say he was exactly looking forward to it, given the circumstances, and his last conversation with him had not gone well either. Although, if the Shofixti wanted to exchange insults for the rest of the shift, then that might be a welcome distraction from his circling thoughts. He wasn't sure it was possible to think about something else with how he was dwelling on his Captain, but there had to be something. There had to be a way to make this feeling stop, he was sure of it.

Either way, ZEX couldn't muster up the energy to be that concerned about what Tanaka wanted with him, or to look too hard for him. It was surprisingly hard to care about... anything right now. He walked into the Sun Room slowly, feeling heavy and tired. Find some place to sit, maybe... think about where to go from there...

(third time's the charm)

[violent_varmint]

Sure enough, there was ZEX... looking like he'd been hit by a train. He wasn't entirely surprised - ZEX hadn't been doing well even before being taken away to the visiting rooms - but he still hadn't expected total disintegration. Tanaka grunted, got up from the sofa, and quickly went over to the VUX, putting his arm on ZEX's shoulders and attempting to nudge him over to the couch. "Come on," he said quietly, making a face at like he was swallowing an unusually foul medicine at no-one in particular, "you should sit down. You look terrible."

[wantsyourzex]

ZEX was lost in his own thoughts, which was easier to do now than it had even been before, and he didn't notice someone approaching him until they touched him. Even then, he just blinked slowly and turned to see who it was. The Shofixti, of course. That made sense.

"Do I?" ZEX raised a hand to brush some of his hair from his face. "It's hard to tell..." He couldn't see himself, after all. But he was definitely more than willing to sit down for a while.

Once there, vaguely he noted that Tanaka had touched him voluntarily which was unusual, and was showing what could be concern for him which was also unusual, but they were quirks in behavior that barely registered for him now. He rubbed at his eyes, which felt swollen and sore.

"You wanted to speak to me." That should have been a question, but he couldn't quite give it the energy it needed to be one. Well, it didn't matter.

[unmocked_lawr]

The meeting with Lunge had gone well; the man at least knew how to give the appearance of competency, and he might very well be a useful ally in the future. If someone could set about organizing those inclined to gathering information into one cohesive group, so much the better. Search and Rescue was a passable substitute, but he had simply never been the heroic sort.

Javert remained where he was after the shift change; he hadn't specified where the unnamed patient would meet him, but the Sun Room seemed his best bet. Glancing over his journal one last time, he flipped to a clean page and uncapped his pen, waiting.

[for Tim Drake, I believe?]

[unmocked_lawr]

Javert hadn't known whom to expect, but given the average age of the patients here, the fact that the patient who finally approached him didn't look a day over eighteen wasn't surprising.

"Right," he said, extending a hand out of habit. You never knew how old these people actually were. "And you would be?"