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Day 43: Sun Room, 4th Shift

Aug 21, 2009 20:52

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 ( Read more... )

alfred, badou, peter petrelli, dahlia, kibitoshin, hanatarou, stahn, two-face, teisel, feldt, forte, giovanni, euphemia, zex, leon magnus, schuldig, roland, javert, teresa, kanji, the flash, tanaka, tim drake

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liveforthispart August 23 2009, 19:10:20 UTC

You know, it was bad enough people had to spend all night running around like a bunch of morons from monsters or whatever. But then you have these freaking nurses who were all over people like they were all toddlers in a daycare. It was so damn annoying, Kanji was starting to think he preferred the freaking zombies. If one more of these hags walked over to him asking if he'd rather go paint or read a book or some shit, he was going to flip.

But he definitely did feel like he was wasting time just sitting here. After talking to Souji, Kanji was feeling far more awake and alert than he had been earlier in the day. Maybe productive was the right word. He suddenly felt like he should be getting up and doing stuff or... something. He just didn't know what yet.

...Maybe that's what he should be doing. Figuring out what the hell he can do to help out around here. He couldn't just be dead weight until something needed its face smashed in. Though, that was kind of helpful. Right? ...Eh.

[for Dahlia!]

dahliahasthorns August 23 2009, 19:53:55 UTC

Somehow, Dahlia got the feeling that last conversation wasn't going to be as useful as she had led herself to originally believe. So what did her day boil down? No progress.

At all.

Razputin was wary of her intentions, Juri was useless, and Sync still had the silly notion that he was using her and not the other way around. Really. The whole day and all she was getting out of it was two thorns in her side and a spice bottle? No. It was not ending this way. Dahlia Hawthorne did not waste time.

So when she strode into the Sun Room, the only thing on her mind was "third time's the charm." And lo, a disheartened man! Those were always the easiest. When in doubt, use what you already know will work. Cop-out, sure, you didn't win extra points for going the extra mile in the long run. The easy ones would have to do.

"Excuse me," she greeted him with a smile and a bow, just as bright and cheerful as can be. It was the total opposite of the approach she had used with Juri. "Do you mind if I sit with you? You look so down..."

liveforthispart August 23 2009, 20:52:16 UTC

Kanji almost jumped when he was suddenly pulled from his thoughts by someone he hadn't even heard walk up to him. He looked up to see some really bubbly looking girl... bowing at him? What the hell? No one ever bowed to him before. Or walked up to him smiling either. He quickly glanced over his shoulder to see if maybe there was someone else nearby she might have been addressing instead. No one.

"...Me?" he asked, obviously flabbergasted. "Uh. Yeah. I mean, no. Just um... sure. Why not?" He moved over on the couch a bit nervously to make more room for her.

Actually, he was really weirded out by this. Why the hell would some girl want to come over here and sit with him? Or talk to him? ...What was he supposed to say to her? He was bad enough at conversation as is. But any time he tried talking to girls they either got pissed or started crying. "I um. I ain't down or anything. I was just... thinkin', you know?" He paused for a moment trying to think of something else to say. "...You seem like you're in a good mood. I guess that's good ( ... )

dahliahasthorns August 24 2009, 00:18:46 UTC

Ah, she most definitely picked a winner with this one. She beamed him with another bright smile as she sat down next to him, giving a little giggle at how flustered he was. What a weak, nervous mess of a man. Whatever. She'd give him a chance ( ... )

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razmaspaz August 23 2009, 20:06:15 UTC

[from here]

Raz stomped back into the Sun Room with crossed arms, still furious at how his challenger jeered at him. Though such treatment was definitely expected by now, it nonetheless served very well to piss him off. What a jerk! Couldn't that guy at least waited for the duel at night before he made any remarks?

The boy sat himself down on one of the couches, hoping that a conversation with this Porky guy would get his mind off of the incident.

piggy_king August 24 2009, 14:32:43 UTC

Feeling pleased with himself for absolutely crushing a young girl in a game of chess, Porky strode out into the Sun Room, humming "Theme of a Bad Boy" and eagerly awaiting his meeting with this "Raz" fellow. Of course, it wouldn't be all fun and games. Raz was a psychic, so Porky had to make sure that he didn't drop his guard during their meeting. If he had learned one thing over during his life, it was that psychics weren't to be trusted. Plus, Porky had no idea if Raz's powers were even comparable to Ness' or Lucas'. He would have to be very careful and think happy thoughts.

"Ah!" Porky said cheerfully, "If it isn't Raz! I'm Porky Minch. It's good to finally see you face-to-face!"

Porky suddenly frowned when he saw the sour look on Raz's face.

"What's wrong?" Porky asked, pretending to be worried, "Did something happen?"

razmaspaz August 27 2009, 04:56:26 UTC

[askdldgalf; so sorry for the lateness! D:]

Raz stopped sulking and looked up. Some really old and kinda fat guy was greeting him as if they were . Wait, this was Porky? With a name like that, the boy was expecting someone... more his age. Well, this was surprising.

He frowned when he was reminded why he was sulking in the first place, but he waved it off. "Not really," he replied. "I just met some- yeah, never mind. So how are you?"

piggy_king August 27 2009, 10:52:35 UTC

"Oh, I'm good," Porky said, "And I'm sorry if you were expecting someone that looked a little...different. I suppose my name doesn't really fit my appearance that well. Ah, except for my...weight ( ... )

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iwhipthefool August 24 2009, 00:41:00 UTC

[Oh, Little Brother, where art thou?The last shift had been...refreshing. It wasn't often that Franziska could say such a thing (surrounded by the usual idiots, it was hard not to end a day with a headache), and so having spent a shift merely chatting with Freyjadour had been good for her. While spending time in idle leisure would normally earn her a sharp and disappointed look from herself of all people, she argued (and won) that refreshing one's mind was essential to finding new angles to a case ( ... )

high_prosecutor August 24 2009, 03:47:01 UTC

[fashionably late, dear sister.]That time to think in private had also done Miles a world of good. It was something that came in short supply here, considering all of the tasks he generally had on his plate at any given time. The organizational time alone was enough to make him feel as if the time hadn't been a waste, but that combined with time to simply think with no interruptions was even better ( ... )

iwhipthefool August 24 2009, 04:36:31 UTC

[>( You're lucky I don't have my whip, little brother.Starch powder and-- titanium dioxide. Not just anyone would dare to slip into the seat opposite of her without asking, and fewer would know what she had meant simply by the mention of starch powder. And there was only one person who had that voice. Franziska straightened and raised her eyes from the pages of her notebook only briefly to acknowledge his presence before glancing back down to silently note that chalk from the Arts and Crafts room was a viable substitute. "Easier to find, but I wish to avoid issues with the surface I am hoping to print ( ... )

high_prosecutor August 24 2009, 15:58:34 UTC

"That's fair enough," Edgeworth replied, the faintest trace of an amused smile coming across his face. Some things never changed, and her persistence and - he wouldn't call it creativity, exactly, because that undermined what it actually was. He settled on the word 'ingenuity' instead. At any rate, he was a bit gratified to see that both qualities hadn't been diminished or beaten down by anyone here, though that was a thought he planned on keeping to himself. "It's quite a shame neither of us has access to aluminum powder, but at least there are viable substitutes ( ... )

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gentiana_clusii August 24 2009, 04:34:09 UTC

[for Schu!]

Ken finally escaped the arts and crafts room after the intercom announcement--another strange one, this day was just weird all around--into the Sun Room. He wanted to go outside, to the rec field, but his nurse had flat refused, citing his injured leg as her reason for preventing him from going out and letting off some pent-up energy.

Well, dammit.

He glanced around, noticing no one really all that familiar--Euphie was in one corner, but they hadn't spoken too much, friendly as the girl seemed to be. But there...damn, Schuldig looked like utter hell. What was going on?

Ken crossed the room toward the telepath before he even really thought about where his feet were going, looking down with at least some measure of wary concern.

"You look like shit...what happened?"

k4t4str0ph4l August 24 2009, 16:06:34 UTC

The sedatives were, by now, mostly out of Schuldig's system, although he had Ken to thank for helpfully informing him that this did little to improve his overall appearance at the moment. He gave the assassin a narrow-eyed look of irritation without bothering to move from the couch; just because he wasn't really under the effects of drugs anymore didn't mean he felt any more like moving than he had a few hours ago. A lack of Crawford (and, incidentally, any food over the course of the day) wasn't doing much for his motivation.

"Not that it's any of your business," he replied, "but I was sedated earlier."

gentiana_clusii August 25 2009, 04:11:01 UTC

"'Scuse me for tryin' to be concerned," Ken shot back wearily, even so there was sincerity in his voice. He had his own way of saying so, even if Schuldig didn't appreciate it.

He was tired of hostility, but hopefully he had managed to at least talk Aya into not yelling at Yohji, or going after Schuldig. He was stupid to think any more involvement would be necessary, or wanted.

He glanced over the bulletin board instead. He didn't often post notes on it, but he usually read it more often.

k4t4str0ph4l August 27 2009, 02:48:58 UTC

It was too late in the day for it to be some sort of drug-induced misconception - Siberian actually meant it. Where the concern stemmed from Schuldig couldn't even guess, unless it was perhaps a vague fear that Aya had something to do with it - certainly Ken and Yohji had been on pins and needles as to Aya's reaction to the revelation that Schuldig had formed a connection with one of his teammates, and not entirely without good reason.

In any case...Schuldig allowed himself to lower his guard, however slightly. "Crawford's gone. Again." There wasn't much point in not telling Siberian, anyway; if he hadn't read it on the bulletin board, he'd notice eventually anyway.

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for_marian August 25 2009, 03:19:08 UTC

Though his conversation with Kratos had stirred up some very uncomfortable memories, Leon wasn't in as terrible a mood as he would have expected under the circumstances. There was something so refreshing about talking to someone who understood, and who didn't judge him, that even difficult topics haunted Leon a bit less when it was Kratos who brought them up. And without Hugo here to harry anyone Leon threatened to become close to, Leon could converse with the older swordsman without fear of reprisal. It was... nice.

He couldn't very well take up the man's entire day, though, and it was a bit chilly outside in any case, so when the shift changed Leon returned indoors to rest in the Sun Room and read the message board a bit. So much was going on, he had a lot to think about.

[Stahn]

from_lienea August 25 2009, 03:40:14 UTC

Being new, Stahn barely even remembered that the board existed; it only crossed his mind to go look at it because he'd had enough of sleeping on the couches. Yawning, he sat up... and then nearly fell over. Is that--?!

Leon. Not Rutee. Okay then.

Remembering that if his friend knew what he had said to Kratos last night, he would be pissed, Stahn managed not to make it worse by tackling him in another hug. "Leon!" He still sounded very, very glad to see him, and wasn't even trying to hide his relief. "We looked for you last night. Are you okay?"

for_marian August 25 2009, 07:55:21 UTC

Leon would, of course, be very annoyed if he was privy to Stahn's almost mistaking him for his sister. As it was, he was mildly annoyed at having to deal with Stahn so soon after learning that the older man had spilled so much to Kratos last night. Things he'd had no business telling anyone, much less one of the very few people whose opinions Leon cared about. "... I'm fine. Woke up back here."

from_lienea August 26 2009, 01:23:57 UTC

"Whew." Stahn shook his head. "Have you heard about what happened? Even if I'd had a sword--even if it was Dymlos--I'd have had trouble. Fire spells would've helped, but being surrounded on all sides like that..." It was okay if he didn't say the word "zombie", right?

...it didn't occur to him that a) there was virtually no way Leon would have gone this long without hearing details; b) even if he somehow had, Stahn's evasiveness would just leave him confused.

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