Day 46: Sun Room

[human_sponge]

Peter woke up suddenly, his body twisting in the bed and then forcing him to catch his breath in pain. Pain, which was coming from his middle because of the thing that had scratched him last night, and after that

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[winged_moon]

Waking was like slogging through waist-deep snow, difficult and only worsening the bone-deep weariness he felt. When the morning came, accompanied by the sound of that voice on the intercom, he'd given up on it entirely and fled deeper into unconsciousness. It might not be something he could do forever, but for now and as long as he needed to, he wanted to hide from the world, from this place in which he'd been trapped and forced to make an impossible decision. Until Fai had made the decision for him, at least, and he'd caused the death of someone he was supposed to protect.

When the intercom sounded for the second time, though, this time he wasn't allowed to continue sleeping, as one of the nurses had arrived and was shaking his shoulder in an insistient fashion. "Come now, Alex, you can't sleep all day," she said, in a chiding tone, even as he tried to ignore her. "You've already missed breakfast. Up and at 'em

[guardiancomplex]

Touya awoke in much the same position he'd lost consciousness in: on his back.

His wounds still stung, but fortunately it seemed as though nothing was serious enough that it required a stitch or a butterfly closure. He was simply bandaged--though he noted with some disdain that he smelled like blood and antiseptic.

He stared at the ceiling, wondering if it was too much to hope that last night had just been some sort of dream or nightmare. The pangs in his chest and stomach told him otherwise. Somehow, Touya knew that if he asked about Fai, he wouldn't like the answer he got.

And how was he supposed to feel anyway? Someone had died and they were no closer to escaping. Worse, it was partially his fault. He'd been the one to push going to the basement. It was he who had insisted they explore more. And then Yue had to kill Fai. It was too much for his mind to take in

[winged_moon]

Sudden movement jarred him far from sleep even as it had been hovering tantalizingly close, and he unwillingly took stock of the situation. His cheek was pressed against soft fabric covering a warm chest that rose and fell with breath, arms around him tightly as though the person had no intention of ever letting go. After half a second to process the thought, he recognized Touya's scent, and the surprise traced a line down the center of their shared self like a fracture, as both halves reacted to his presence in entirely opposite fashions.

There was a moment of relief in Yue's mind: relief that after last night Touya was all right, wasn't upset or angry at them for what Yue had done. But then he pushed that away and simply retreated, determinedly seeking sleep as he had before. It was more difficult now, to sleep while Yukito was in control, but he was certain he could manage. He would manage

[guardiancomplex]

"I'm fine," he confirmed. Truth be told, his wounds weren't as bad as they had been when he'd passed out. There were some thin scabs on his arms, but even those looked like they would fall off any day now. Obviously, though, he wasn't so concerned with a few scratches as he was with Yue and Yuki's current state of mind. Killing someone wasn't something either of them could brush off, Touya felt.

"I don't think you are, though," he said, still holding Yuki to him. "I don't think either of you would be, after what happened."

[swornandbroken]

Mello's second meeting with Sai had proved less irritating than the first, and he'd finally given in and eaten the food the Institute provided, so while he was cranky, it was due to being stuck in this fucking place, not hunger. He really had expected to bust his way out the previous night.

Then again, there was still the question of 'Daniel' to be resolved. Mello tried to be vigilant against believing things he thought ought to be true, as opposed to things that were demonstrably true, and he knew he was susceptible to wishful thinking in this case. He still wanted to know what the hell Landel's, Daniel, L, or some combination thereof, were playing at

[high_prosecutor]

Miles had a lot to mull over as he stepped into the Sun Room. The conversation with Renamon was fresh on his mind, and he was glad to not have been called for therapy. He didn't want anything that the false doctors here had to offer; he had already had enough of that for a full lifetime.

He glanced around, looking for other familiar faces, then saw one he hadn't for quite a while. The voice in his head murmured low for just a moment, but he ignored it for the time being. This was the daytime. As much as he hated to admit it, the nurses would take care of any problems.

He took a seat in a chair opposite Mello's, bowing his head once. "It's been quite a while, Mello. Have you been ill?"

[swornandbroken]

Great, another one. Mello suppressed a sigh. Trying to use the 'Morgan' alias was quickly becoming a lost cause, not that it would have done him any good anyway. If a good ID, determination, and righteous anger could have gotten him out, his stay would've lasted about ten seconds.

"I know all about how people think I was here before, but that wasn't me. I haven't even been here a whole day." That was a weird thought, which instead of assuaging his restlessness, only increased it. I could still get back and pick up where I left off, but that window's closing damn fast.

Despite the stranger's grey hair, Mello saw at once that he wasn't too much older, probably about-- And his thoughts were right back at L again. Unavoidable with lunchtime getting ever closer, but if he got distracted being torn between impatience to see what the hell was up with him and regressing to some fucking kid with a case of hero worship, he wouldn't accomplish anything.

"You are...?"

[high_prosecutor]

"Miles Edgeworth." He nodded at the statement about having been there in the past and then reappearing. "And my apologies. We were acquainted when you were here in the past. I was acquainted with you and several others from your 'world' at the time, actually."

He sat back a bit, the voice murmuring again. "It's a common occurrence, the leaving-and-reappearing. I shouldn't have presumed, I suppose, but it's also been known to happen that someone will appear to be gone yet only be in the 'medical wing' for a time."

"Regardless, at the time, you were attempting some information organizing."

[meironohosoku]

[free!]

The day was going on as it always had. It was still early, of course, and there really wasn't a reason for things not to be normal, but Hanyuu wasn't really sure what she had expected. She honestly believed that she had simply gone to sleep after dinner the night before last, and then slept through most of the day yesterday, only to wake up in time for night to begin. That was what her memories told her, but if she believed what Arlene had said last night (and she did), then she had been missing for several days. It was very... confusing, to say the very least.

Sighing, the spirit curled up on the end of one of the couches. Not only that, but now she knew that Archer was gone. She should've been happy -- she knew that she should have been glad that Archer wasn't here any more, but... She wasn't even sure whether he had died, or just... disappeared, and she had been too scared to ask. In a way, she didn't want to know. At least that way she could pretend his disappearance was similar to her own, and she could hold on to the

[longlivetehking]

[Mind a lion?]

That had been irritating enough, and Scar was even somewhat grateful when the nurse finally showed her face and began ushering him towards the Sun room. He had been planning to locate a usual seat upon the floor rather than sitting on that silly human furniture, but the nurse had seemed to notice what he had in mind and began to chide him how he shouldn't sit on the floor as she ushered him towards a couch. Scar rolled his eyes in annoyance, but had little choice but to comply. She left after her charge had finally taken a seat, and the former lion didn't pass up the opportunity to glare at her back before looking around the area.

And only then he noticed he was sharing the couch with someone else. How surprising. The other patient was a little girl with a rather curious color for a mane. Or hair, how they called it. Then again, most of these humans had hair colors every color of the rainbow

[lostonlifesroad]

By the time the nurses had taken them to breakfast, there was just enough of the shift left for Kakashi to eat. That was fine with him, since he never minded the opportunity to lose himself a book. Though it wasn't entirely possible with everything going on, the novels by Phil Randy, as bad as Jiraiya claimed them to be, still were a welcome distraction. After all, starting with the next shift, Kakashi would have to resume his duties again. It didn't bother him of course, but he knew just how important it was to take a breather every now and then too

[itsdustdammit]

To say that Obito was disoriented by the bulletin conversation would be a vast, vast understatement. Not only did it seem like Sakura was right, and people came from different times, but in Kakashi's world, sixteen years had passed. And Rin was safe. He had no reason to believe the soulless ass, but he suspected that Kakashi was one of those people who never lied to teammates. There was probably a rule about it somewhere. He'd find out soon enough, though, along with everything else. On a less important note the "you know this guy?" comments were a bit disparaging, too. In sixteen years, he should be a ninja known all across Konoha! Why the hell was Kakashi the only one who knew his name? There had better be a damn good explanation for that

[lostonlifesroad]

And there he was. Kakashi normally could rely on his experience to keep nearly all of his physical responses in check, but just watching as the boy crossed the room made his heart start to beat a little faster. He'd known it was Obito writing, of course, but seeing him made it all the more real and undeniable. Everything, from the sour look on his face to the way he dropped down on the sofa, everything was just like it had been pulled straight from his memory. Recent events almost made Kakashi fearful that this was another illusion, that the moment he went over to Obito the boy would vanish in a puff of smoke

[itsdustdammit]

The room was crowded and filled with the movements of many people who seemed to be other ninja, and time had surely changed Kakashi's methods and honed his expertise. Even if the other ninja didn't disguise his approach, the relatively sudden appearance visibly startled him (man, was he going to get a lecture for that) and Obito looked up, immediately recognizing Kakashi despite the age. Sixteen years, he'd said. More than twice as old as he'd been as a jerkass chuunin--no wait, jounin. And he'd still found some way to keep around a mask. He'd been right, the bastard. Standing a few feet away, Obito could easily tell that his former teammate was taller than him

[scalyfishman]

Depth Charge, when he woke up, wasn't just cranky. Oh, no. He was furious.

Maybe he'd had it coming to him- he'd been letting his guard down a lot over the last couple of days, getting complacent, just sucking up the daily grind and rolling with it without blowing a gasket or two over it when he probably should have done. Well, to the Pit with that. Nothing justified what they'd done to him. Nothing. They could tear out his circuits or rip out his gears, but his processor- his personality core, Primus, his mind- that was strictly off-limits. Do not pass Go, do not collect energon

[hailmegatron]

[Did you want something, Mr. Officer~?]

Lugnut trudged into the sun room, mood slightly lifted by the idea of finding and slaughtering Landel with HK-47 and those meatbags he'd mentioned, but still miserably morose, and shaky from the yawning emptiness that was burrowing into his fuel tank.

Blitzwing gone, Megatron gone, Scourge deserted, the Maximal...

... right over there.

He blinked, wondering if he'd crossed a wire or two. But the Maximal hadn't replied the day before, how could he be there?

With a shudder, he decided it was better to ask, and stormed over towards Depth Charge, demanding loudly, "You! Why didn't you respond to the bulletin yesterday?!" How dare he make Lugnut wo-- make Lugnut think he was gone, too!

[scalyfishman]

And what better way to start the day than with a little Pr- Decepticon invasion? It was difficult to miss the man's towering bulk as he made his way into the room, but Depth Charge didn't move- he knew he wouldn't have to. The second Lugnut spotted him he was already standing over him, proving once and for all that big didn't mean slow.

Still... he couldn't help but feel kind of (make that kind of really) guilty (guilt?! He didn't owe that mudflap anything!) at having put the guy through the wringer like that. The way he was moving before, that wasn't right to see- big, powerful Lugnut, reducing to trailing around like a lost sparkling. And he'd lost Blitzwing, too. And they did have a truce, sort of. And he did kind of like the gu-

Oh, no. Better to stop that train of thought right there.

"Identity crisis," he answered in a flat, almost bored voice, as though it were an adequate excuse for giving Lugnut what looked like a spark-attack.

[hailmegatron]

Lugnut blinked, thrown for a moment, then regrouped and ordered, angrily, "Don't do that again." How, how dare the Maximal make him think...

He shuddered, bloodshot eyes going even redder, and snarled wordlessly at Depth charge as he collapsed onto a couch. He was definitely not relieved that a... a really completely hated enemy like the Maximal was...

The snarl broke off into a soft, mushy, organic sound that Lugnut didn't even realize he'd made until a moment later. Then he pretended he hadn't made it, looking away from the Maximal with overdone disdain, forcing something indistinct about deception being something Decepticons did, not Autobots, and fisted his hands in his lap to keep them from shaking.