Day 44: Sun Room, Second Shift

[superdynamic]

[from here]He really had beat the rush. Suzaku found a chair as close to the corner and as far from the bulletin as he could, and turned it to face the wall before curling up in it. His nurse frowned at him again, but she was still being cooperative, and frankly he didn't care what she had to say in the slightest. He didn't care even if he got

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[oftemptation]

[from here]

The Sun Room was quiet, and that suited Endrance just fine. What he wanted was some time to think in silence. He had gotten most of the tears out that morning, something he still felt a bit...not ashamed, exactly, but he knew he couldn't keep reacting like that to everything that happened here. He needed to pull himself together and calm down.

Fortunately, this morning, none of the cats that tended to like to keep him company were staying away this morning. That was a very good thing in his mind - he wasn't sure he would have been able to keep himself from yelling at any of them. A sedation was the last thing he needed right now. Time to think things over was much more important.

He stretched out on one of the couches near the windows, staring up at the skylight overhead. What did it all mean? He'd really died last night, he knew that much...but why, and how had it been possible?

[one emo pretty boy free to a good home]

[sanguinario]

[A sparklepire is okay?]

Edward didn't want to say he was desperate to leave that conversation, but... well, he was. Defusing the most awkward of conversations was usually part of his forte (being telepathic didn't exactly hurt that skill), but there were some instances in which cutting the conversation short was the best course of action.

He seemed safe... for the moment. Venom was strangely reserved about the attack last night, but it was quite obvious he had been conscious enough to know what was happening. That only viable explanation was that perhaps this was not something strange to him. Could he have... met other vampires?

Insanity, of course. The Volturi would never let someone like him know and survive.No. Even his mind wasn't exactly screaming about the whole experience, which left him suspicious. Speaking to him privately would probably be for the best; not that Venom's suspicions were exactly the best blackmail material (and it was unlikely he could do much about it outside of outright killing him... and look how well

[oftemptation]

[absolutely. Sparkles draw sparkles. XD]

"It's a bit unusual..." Endrance couldn't help but to laugh at that comment, sitting up and turning around to look at the young man who had said it. Was that...no. He was just seeing things; if anything, the slight shine in the air was simply light reflecting off the window, or something catching the light for a moment outside.

"Normally, there's a cat here that won't leave me alone for a moment. Even having someone scare it off wouldn't keep it away from me. I think she's purposely leaving me alone this morning, though. After last night's events..." The scoffing noise that accompanied that wasn't something he'd ever expect to pass his own lips. He supposed that would be Haseo's influence, then.

"Well, I think she's leaving me be because of what happened last night. I take it the same has happened?"

[sanguinario]

Every time the light shifted, the vampire shifted with it, shrinking further back into the chair. Luckily the placement of the chair past the window frame cut off the light for the most part. The structure of his skin may have changed to a softer, more human strength, but he was far from ready to test the other effects that may have been affected.

Ah, so he was mistaken. Not something he normally was. (Was his telepathy even more hindered during the day? It had seemed quite loud last night, but the circumstances had been wildly different...) At least he wasn't the one keeping the animals away.

It was too bad. Edward thought he might have liked animals if they weren't so abhorrent of his presence. It did make sense, though - animals instinctively knew their prey, and everything was his prey. Or should be, if he was akin to the others

[yin_yang_fox]

[from here]She was a bit more composed than before as she entered the sun room. Her hair did not resemble a passing bird's nest as much as just frizzy hair. Renamon ran a hand through it perfunctorily, mind already attempting to shift unto the items at hand. She had three areas of issue in front of her currently, and she would do well to work through them

[wiz_kid_redfive]

It had been a while since Dairine had seen Renamon; and it was easy to understand why. On the pretext of not feeling well, she'd been able to stay in her room for a few days, trying to get Spot up and running. No matter how much she swore quietly and fiddled with the lemons and paper clips, they produced nothing more than a momentary charge. Then again, Spot wasn't a normal computer - it made sense that he'd need more power than a few lemons could give him, especially here, where his wizardry was cut off and his battery was gone. It made sense, but Dairine didn't have to like it.

The intercom last night had intrigued her, and she hadn't even needed to write the string of binary down, translating it in her head. It was troubling, to say the least, and she didn't know what it actually meant in terms of the Institute's trickery. In the morning, she'd decided that she needed to go and talk to people, and found Renamon's note. True to her word, the Digimon was waiting for her.

"Hey," Dairine said, walking up to her.

[yin_yang_fox]

The computer wizard seemed fine on first glance, and on the second as well. It seemed Dairine had spoke the truth, and had been staying safely in her room the past few days. Something inside of her relaxed at that; something breathed easier for that moment, secure in the knowledge that at least one of the people she cared for here had not come to harm. So, for that, Renamon offered a rare smile, gesturing next to her. "Hello," she greeted, nodding. "I'm assuming you heard the intercom last night."

Her expression shifted into something that may have been a grin. "So it seems our 'code' won't be as private as it used to be."

Formalities and greetings aside, Renamon watched the girl, waiting. They had met for a reason, and as glad as she was to see Dairine after so long a time, something in her itched. This was something that she knew here, and finding out if it was usable... taking steps to make it usable... Would go a long way in regaining that delicate sense of balance.

[wiz_kid_redfive]

Dairine grinned fiercely. "No, I guess not." The binary, as creepy as the message's content was, had been a comfort in some strange way - a reminder that she wasn't the only one here who knew the language of machines, the steady constant 011110010110010101110011 of data flowing through the wires and computers.

She got right down to business. "I haven't been able to get Spot working," she said, sticking her chin out slightly in frustration. "It's not enough power with the lemons - we'll have to figure something else out." Bitterly she thought of the near-limitless power that had been available to her as she did her Ordeal, and how it was a mere trickle below even the meanest power levels now. I could fix Spot in no time if I weren't here.

[tender_cruelty]

[From here]

Allelujah headed out into the sun room, finding it mostly empty for the moment which suited him just fine. More importantly, Lockon and the others weren't around yet to see who he was going to be talking with. "We need to stay calm this time," he murmured softly, feeling Hallelujah snort softly at the back of his head. He wasn't sure if it meant he agreed or not. If something happened, he wasn't going to assume that Hallelujah would let it continue, but he'd try to prevent it himself if it did.

He settled down on an empty couch and waited for Soma to appear.

[Strictly for Soma]

[madeinthehrl]

[from here]

It had taken Soma longer to wash and dry her hair than most, and it was of no surprise to her that they had arrived in the Sun Room first. She almost hesitated at the threshold, despite the fact that it was she who had wanted to meet in the first place.

Speaking to the enemy like this went against all common sense. She didn't want to do it. But she'd made something resembling the same decision before, and she hadn't regretted it yet. She'd learned the importance of prioritizing, if nothing else. Advancing into the room, she halted, still standing, just out of reach.

"E-0057." There was no mistaking the undercurrent of hatred in her voice, but at least this time it remained exactly that--an undercurrent.

[tender_cruelty]

He could tell that she was there, he could feel it but he kept himself from looking over at her until she spoke. He wasn't going to think of her as Marie. He couldn't afford to. She was an enemy, she was dangerous even if he felt conflicted over fighting her. Survival was what was important.

He did look up sharply when she said that 'name', a dark look twisting his expression. "Allelujah," he said harshly. "E-0057 is not my name. I'm human, not a number." And his name was too precious to be abandoned.

[madeinthehrl]

Anger flashed on her face for a split second, but she bit back the response that came almost automatically--You're not human. You're just a broken tool--and grit her teeth instead. She wanted to attack him now, could do it so easily if she just gave the waiting predator free rein. She knew she could, here where she was facing someone she wouldn't feel guilt about killing.

But instead the only acknowledgment she gave his words were a dismissive stare. She hadn't asked to meet him here so they could fight, as much as she wanted to.

She said, simply, without preamble, "I propose a truce."

[high_prosecutor]

[from here]

Edgeworth took a seat by the bulletin board, jotting down some notes on the new information that was coming out that morning. He wasn't entirely sure that he believed that bit of added info on the monster post - but who would go so far as to throw false information into such an important post? Not even the people he knew were murderers back at home would go so far, to his knowledge, unless it was just another attempt to lure someone into a trap. He made a note of it, circling it once.

After that, he set to work on copying out the rough map of where people had wound up the night before and the manner in which they'd passed away, if they had given that much detail. There had to be a method to the madness, and he intended to find it.

[free; he'd love to talk to other investigatory-types.]

[unheroed]

[From here. Harvey can join the prosecutor club?]The first thing Harvey did after getting out of the shower was head over to the bulletin to see if he had any more responses to his post. There wasn't much, either because what there was to say had already been said or because most of the patients were busy showering. Well, half of them were. The point was that no one seemed to know anything useful, and he wasn't sure why he'd expected anything different

[high_prosecutor]

[slide on up to our bar, Mr. Dent, we'll pour you a drink. 8D]

Miles nodded, putting his notes down for just a moment in order to offer a hand. This was a good thing, actually - talking over his notes and logic with someone else would help keep it from going down into a slippery-slope argument. There was that, and the fact that talking with someone he didn't know well would make it easier to not think about his own memory of what had happened.

"Miles Edgeworth," he said. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance." That much was true, though it was a wonder anyone could speak so clearly with that many bandages. Whatever it was that had caused the injury had to have been something serious, but his face didn't show that he was thinking about that at all. You became good at such things when you tended to have rather flamboyant people in your courtroom.

"I was just going over the latest bulletin reports," he said, gesturing to the set of notes. "I'm a prosecuting attorney at home. This kind of investigative work is almost second-nature."

[unheroed]

The extended hand shouldn't have been so shocking, but Harvey hadn't realized until now how little people bothered with pleasantries in this place. It did seem sort of ridiculous -- they were stuck in a mental institution from Hell, after all -- but some people just couldn't lose their politeness. It was somewhat awkward to handshake when he was standing and the other man was seated, so Harvey made it short and then went to sit in the other chair.

"Harvey Dent," he returned as he sat down, doubting that the man would recognize the name. He hardly ever posted with it on the bulletin board (come to think of it, he never had -- a certain someone would have seen), and he hadn't been here that long compared to some of the other patients. Speaking of which, Harvey had definitely seen Edgeworth around a few times. He had to wonder how many days he had under his belt.

He nodded when the man explained what he had been doing, but he was forced to pause when Edgeworth mentioned that he was a prosecutor. Another one? Harvey couldn't stop

[purpletaint]

Consciousness came slowly, pulling upward through murk and muck; unnaturally rising from an early grave. He understood this was his body's rejection of chemicals, a fact made clearer when it attempted to expel its non-existent contents on the floor of the room he was assigned to. His head spun with a dull pulse, his stomach worsened with every movement, and Albedo simply felt wretchedSome kind of quiet panic underlined that he didn't remember being sedated. The nurse watching warily over his as he woke, however, confirmed that unknown fact

[rocksthecourt]

[from here]

Klavier's mind was still racing as they headed into the room, trying to figure out what, if anything, Kristoph may have heard and what he could potentially say to any of it. But he was coming up blank. What could he possibly say? There was no room for excuses. His behavior as of late had been completely unacceptable in every sense of the word.

He moved to one of the couches closest to where they'd entered. No sense in aggravating the situation by making an unnecessary trek of this. However, Klavier didn't take a seat. He couldn't possibly feign a relaxed enough composure to sit in the given situation. Instead, he turned to Kristoph somewhat warily. "...What's wrong?"

Those two words had to have been the hardest thing for him to get out. He was terrified of the answer.

[dasgift]

Prim and proper were Kristoph's outward appearance until the duo reached the Sun Room and Klavier regarded him. Then, the man broke into a wide smile, tone and stance nothing like a minute before. "Wrong?" he murmured. "Nothing is wrong. The vapors were simply getting to me." He fanned a hand against his face, as if to prove this very fact.

"I do have a few questions for you, however," continued Kristoph. "Manfred von Karma. You've heard of him, no?"

[purpletaint]

Murmurs inside and outside his mind. Random tidbits of information in vague form, ceasing any semblance of explanation. Pieces of an unknown puzzle. Albedo didn't even know the box.

"You brought it on yourself!"
"He didn't mean it. Forgive him."
"Nothing. I just pulled something."
"You're not hurt, are you?"
"You don't have to tag along."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"It was interesting so I listened. Very carefully."
{Let him pass his test.}
"You idiot! I told you to get back!"
"Just don't miss."
"He wouldn't be acting strangely unless something was up."
"Did you guys... hear that?"
"Don't do this to me again!"

Don't.

Albedo blinked sluggishly, knowledge swirling in front of him that he couldn't yet grasp. His own voice played at his ears, and he echoed the words said without knowing the context. "Did you really think, that this would turn out well?" What had went on in that span of time? What forgotten memories were buried in this moment?

Murmurings continued, and then there were outside voices as well as inner. "...What's wrong?"