Day 44: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

Once again, it was Nurse Lydia who took over the daily announcements just after the jingle came on. She didn't seem to waste any time and launched right in

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F4

[thatdamnedninja]

Estimated Time of Arrival in Awkwardsville, five, four, three, two, one…

Oh, praise be to Leviathan, Yuffie thought sarcastically as she sauntered into the room. Looked like the roomie was taking her precious time, which was just fine with her. Maybe Sen'd dawdle so long that shift'd change and she'd get eaten en-route? Pfft, if only. Hope may spring eternal, but Yuffie knew wishful thinking when she saw it.

If only Kenshin wasn't so… so Kenshin! This whole thing could've been dealt with quick-sharp, and they wouldn't have to worry any more. Not that Yuffie was worried; she was just. Slightly… something. Damnit. The ninja shook her head, perching on the edge of her desk with one knee drawn up to her chin. Dinner balanced precariously on her spare leg, and she picked at it, swirling the mashed potato with her fork. Obviously, she had to pick something else to think about. But what? Heiji's murder mystery? How much potential there was for this upcoming night to totally suck? How much she wished she had a punching bag that'd last more

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[tostepforward]

This was the time of day that Ayumu honestly disliked the most: being locked in a small room until nightfall would be unpleasant enough, but she also had the matter of her roommate to deal with as well. She'd seen Yuffie and Kenshin with their heads together at lunch, and after the events of the night before strongly suspected that he'd decided to pass on some more information about her. They'd already seemed the best of friends, and passing information back and forth in the past, so why would today be any different?

Though she didn't exactly drag her feet after the end of the free period, lest she give the nurse any reason to become irritated with her, she did ask to stop and read over the bulletin board before returning to her room for the night. Once that was done with her usual pretense of near-illiteracy, and she'd left a carefully scribed note, she finally gave in to the inevitable and allowed herself to be led back to her room. Or rather, their room

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[thatdamnedninja]

Psychobitch, Yuffie greeted, punctuated by a slightly more vicious stab at her chicken. Good evening. I see you still have all four limbs, and I am extremely disappointed. Do me a favor and correct it ASAP, okay? That'd be real cool of you. Outloud, she asked, "Did Robin propose to you, or did you just kick a small child in the face? With that dumb expression on your face, it's hard to tell."

Urp, okay-that was enough dinner. Carelessly shoving the plate away, Yuffie hopped off the desk. Her movements were as loose as they ever were; gracelessly graceful, and oozing with self-confidence. A pretty good act, if she did say so herself. Despite having had a whole day to get over her issues…

… It was still lingering in the back of her mind. Her nerves were sizzling (like anything Cloud served up after trying to cook a meal. With Firaga. Seriously, who the hell did that? Oh, wait.) and discomfort was creeping up and down her spine. Yuffie flung her closet open-dramatically, of course-like a queen out to survey her kingdom. Like hell was

F4

[tostepforward]

Oh, good. Clearly Yuffie was in a good mood. This was going to be ever so entertaining. But...the fact that she hadn't been met with anything other than sarcasm (like, perhaps, threats of violence) was thus far encouraging. Ayumu would really rather not start fighting before night even fell, especially not in such close quarters.

She glanced up at her roommate with a confused expression. "Why would I kick a small child, Yuffie-han?" she asked, sounding just a bit hurt as well. It was as though she had absolutely no idea why she would say such things, since she was so completely innocent and ordinary.

At least it seemed Yuffie had other things on her mind as well, though. Ayumu blinked at her for a moment as she threw open her closet doors as though performing to an audience, then sighed and turned back to her dinner. It was rare indeed that they served something that she actually wanted to eat, so best take advantage of it while she could. Maybe she should save the dessert for Okita, though, if they were supopsed to be meeting up

F12

[hajike_tobiume]

Momo felt good having a plan in mind. She would meet up with the ninja after the star-crossed girl showed up for her healing. Noting Celes asleep once back in the room, Momo gave her a small smile. It seemed the general had needed her rest and Momo was not about to stir her from it

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[lady_general]

"Normally, I would not comment, but there is a certain amusement to be had from watching you talk to your weapon," Celes murmured as she sat up in bed. It felt as if she'd slept for hours and hours, and the dream had been so far off and lovely it was a damned shame to have to wake up from it.

"Also, if you're going to be using that position, spread your legs a little wider, and put more weight on your left leg." The general lazed on her bed for a moment. In her dream, there had been dancing, and Noah, and a petulant Luxord.

A good dream, but one unlikely to ever come true. Especially not with Luxord, not any more.

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[hajike_tobiume]

Momo started a little when Celes spoke up, a tiny bit of color rising to the shinigami's cheeks. She'd thought Celes was in a deep sleep and wouldn't be bothered by her quiet, probably one-sided conversation with Laevatein.

"Oh, Chere! I thought you were asleep. My apologies for waking you. I thought we could keep it down. And thank you," she replied, adjusting her stance according to the general's advise. "I am not familiar with the style needed to wield Laevatein properly, so I was trying to go off of my memories." Which wasn't the best way to learn a new style, but it was all Momo had available at the time.

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[lady_general]

"It's fine, you didn't wake me. I think I've slept quite enough." Losing an entire day to sleep wasn't something she dared make a habit of, however. There was an edge she needed to maintain for her continued survival in the institute.

Celes fingercombed her hair, working out the knots, and eyed her roommate. "That's a much better position. You'll be using your left leg to push off of, and it will give you more mobility for your right side."

F22

[himetsuru]

As soon as Falis found herself back in her room, hair hanging free down her back (mostly dry), she grumbled. Damnit. She should have eaten something at lunch, no matter how much she'd agreed not to. The chicken smelled so good, too. It was fucking taunting her with it's delicious aroma.

The hunter stood by her desk and stared at her food. She was almost hungry enough to eat that brownie thing. What the hell was with naming some overly sweet dessert thing after an irritating wood sprite anyways?

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[windstwilight]

The day had went.... Well, fuck, the day had went. It had gone to shit and back, and back again, and she still felt a little queasy. 'specially after last shift. She hadn't meant to pile on Meche, and she felt bad doing so. She was the person people were supposed to do that to--because she was supposed to cheer them up. She couldn't stand it somehow, and thinking about the reasons only added to it. She didn't want to.

So Senna tried not to. She went into her room, a hand on her stomach. Mentally, she stuttered at Falis, not knowing the correct response to say in this situation. Physically, nothing changed. She kept walking as she remembered Falis' last words the night before, her touch on Senna's wrist. She paused by her bed, wanting nothing more than to flop on it for awhile. "Hey," she greeted, tone light as a smile. "How you doing?"

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[himetsuru]

The hunter looked over her shoulder at Senna, the vivid scratch marks standing out red on her cheek, and grunted in response. Her eyes drifted to her roommate's bandaged wrist, for a moment recalling the taste of Senna's blood.

Well, whatever appetite Falis had suddenly vanished at the phantom taste. She really didn't like the taste of blood, and recalling how very much she enjoyed it the previous night was almost too much. Picking up her tray, she set the whole thing except the glass of water on Senna's desk.

"A deal's a deal. It's yours," she finally said, her voice a bit huskier than normal. She took a drink of water, swished it around in her mouth before spitting the liquid back into the container. Nope. She could still taste it. Fuck.

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[windstwilight]

No response. That... didn't bode well. First things first, however, and that was to clear something up. "Can't. Tonight at least." She tried a grin, somewhat weakened. "Got into a eating contest at lunch. I'm still feeling it."

Senna moved to the side of her bed, sitting down and watching Falis. "I'm actually too full to eat. Sorry." It had worked out well, that. She had been able to take Peter's mind off stuff, and had an actual excuse to turn down Falis' meal.

M8

[whos_da_man]

At least Junpei wasn't as angry anymore. Talking had helped and so had his little session with Okita, even if it did destroy his preconceptions of what the uberhax swordsman was supposed to be like.

Now... now Junpei wasn't just angry, but he was scared too. Night was coming. He didn't relish the idea of eating a monster to stave off his hunger if it was still there. He really didn't want to be a damn zombie, but he couldn't let it interfere with his plans. He needed to get the evoker. He needed to find armor. He needed to go set something on fire.

He supposed he needed to show up or Evangeline might decide to prove how demon0y she really was to him. He liked snarking at her, but he was also kind of scared of her. More so now that he didn't have Mitsuru to go hide behind when the pint-sized demon decided to eat him.

Damn.

M47

[faithful_frost]

Haku had spent most of the day in bed. The stitches were driving him to distraction and the medication the nurses finally slipped him had caused him to pass right out after lunch. He was awake now, tolerating the nurse and his attempts to make him comfortable.

"There ya go buddy!" The last pillow was added and the ninja was sitting upright, with a tray balanced in his lap. Everything already cut up... how embarrassing. He could move his arms after all. Just not very well. Still,Haku smiled politely.

"Thank you!"

"You eat that all up kiddo, and be good." Finally, the nurse was gone and Haku was left alone until Artemis arrived.

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[byname_bynature]

Artemis was practically bouncing as he returned to his room. The new information concerning Kakashi and his 'bloodline abilities' were reassuring to Artemis. It meant that he wouldn't hear absolutely everybody, but it also meant that he could possibly hear the people who had had their abilities compromised. It also helped that it meant he wasn't crazy and wasn't imagining these things. The only two communes he was familiar with were Haku's and Schuldig's after all--he'd spent enough time around them for his mind to start making things up, he surmised.

Hair still damp, Artemis was deposited in his room with his tray. Haku looked better, Artemis thought, and he smiled again thinking of how much better he'd be later. My he'd been productive today.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, settling in a free spot on Haku's bed.

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[faithful_frost]

Haku brightened when Artemis came to sit with him and he smiled back. "Much better." If one overlooked the glaringly white bandages that covered his shoulders and neck or the way one leg was carefully streched out on the bed.

"You look to be in a good mood. What happened?"

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[byname_bynature]

"All manner of things," Artemis said, beginning to eat. "First, I called in a favor from a friend. The one who healed my back after the surgery--Hanatarou, if you remember him. I asked him to do what he could for your injuries. So he'll be stopping by early in the night."

He smiled a little. "Not that those bandages aren't simply fetching on you, but I'd feel better if you were up and about and showing them off."