Day 47: Breakfast

[thatdamnedninja]

It had all been going so well

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[host_club_honey]

While waiting for the nurse to pick him up, Honey decided that it was much too hard to try to hide an entire strawberry and vanilla cream cake. So to help it become less noticeable, he would simply have to help it decrease in size. A difficult task, but definitely one he was up for. He was licking the last of the frosting from his fingers when the nurse showed up, but he'd managed to finish a couple of slices and hide the cake away in the closet without too much trouble. It was a great way to start the morning, he decided.

When the nurse told him there'd be pancakes for breakfast as well, he was all but beaming when they walked him into the cafeteria. The promise of a cake-filled day was enough to boost his spirits higher than they'd been in days. He made sure to take plenty of the small pancakes and some strawberries too, then covered the whole mess with syrup and whipped cream. Today was definitely going to be a good day!

[For Tsubaki!]

[thecamellia]

[HI BB. ♥]--Ah, too soon

[host_club_honey]

"Tsubaki-chan!" Honey returned the greeting with an excited squeak as he jumped out of his chair to hug her around the waist. He didn't reach very high, but it'd felt like much too long since he'd seen her last and here, even a few days could mean disaster. Had it been Tamaki, it'd probably have been a flying tackle. He hadn't seen the other boy in nearly a week now.

"I'm glad to see you!" he smiled up at her, having left Usa-chan at his seat in his rush. He let go and quickly tottered back, setting the plush in his lap as he got back to his meal. "Please, will you sit with me? I missed talking with you!"

He kicked his feet back and forth excitedly under the table. Today really was going to be a good day.

[thecamellia]

It was like a physical weight off her chest, seeing him physically well. There was no specific reason why she should worry about Honey’s safety more than the safety of the other friends she’d made, who each made the choice to spend their nights out of their rooms, but Honey’s nature made it especially hard to bear the thought of something happening to him. He was just so small and guileless

[its_the_mileage]

Morning. Indy rolled over and swore. He'd been hoping to get further than that after the hike, especially given the high likelihood that the kinds of things that had been coming up to prevent him from getting out there would keep coming up.

Well, at least they'd had a chance to look around the store; that was something, anyway. And now he had a few more notes to compare with Lunge's if he wanted to. Slow progress was still progress, he reminded himself, maybe with a hint of defensiveness.

Indy rolled all the way out of bed, tucked his whip under his mattress, and opened the door with a big smile for the nurse, who wasn't having any of it. Where did a medical professional pick up such a lousy bedside manner, he wondered. She dropped him off at the door to the cafeteria, where he found himself an English muffin and a table to himself. Looked like it was early yet.

[for the man of many names]

[quarter_english]

L started awake at the beginning of the intercom announcement

[its_the_mileage]

And who should turn up but Lunge's colleague, the elusive Ryuuzaki, or whatever he was telling people his name was this morning. Indy thought he detected some expectancy in that greeting, too. What was this leading up to?

"Morning," he replied amiably enough, setting his muffin sandwich (egg, cheese and extra sausage, not a bad way to start the day off) down on his plate to indicate that he was willing to play along. "I ran into your friend Lunge yesterday--or rather, he found me. He tells me he's interested in those ruins."

That might or might not be the intended thrust of the conversation, assuming there was one--and if it was, Indy had probably only restated information Ryuuzaki already knew. Still, it was a good enough opening gambit, and he waited with interest to see how the younger man would respond.

[quarter_english]

If L was honest with himself, he had to admit that he didn't feel fully awake. The persistent lack of coffee wasn't helping. He stared, a little bit bleary-eyed, at Dr. Jones, then picked up his fork by the end of its handle, and frowned at it. A moment later, he was staring again

[tartaros_avatar]

Oh, now that was just pathetic. The idiot Landel found out that Doyle was dead, and what did he do? Not gloat, not adjust his plans--if Landel even had any--What did he do instead? He went and got drunk, and then blubbered over the intercom so that all of the prisoners could be subjected to his idiocy. No decorum, no restraint, no authoritative presence, no damn reason why this man should still be in command of a facility like this at all. Recluse just wished he could get his hands on that idiot. Human though he now was, he could still easily crush that worthless head of Landel's with a little effort.

And on top of all of that, the godsdamned sun was out again. Walking through the Sun Room to the cafeteria had been blindingly painful. Only thanks to the fact that by this point he had the route memorized did he manage to not stumble. It was always worst in the mornings, when his eyes were still adjusting from the darkness of the hallways

[ruthless_hunter]

[couldn't resist]

Lockdown was slow to online, as usual. He tried rolling over and immediatly let out a loud curse in Cybertronian. Well, he said it as best as human vocalizers could, anyway. The bounty hunter looked at his arm, from where the thing had zapped him last night. It was bandaged up now, but it still hurt like the Pit if he touched it. It would leave a nasty scar, that much was certain. Lockdown didn't mind scars. They showed others that he wasn't afraid to get hurt. Plus, apparently scars could be just as scary to humans as mismatched parts were to Cybertronians.

Once he was in the cafeteria, Lockdown absently grabbed some food and some juice then went to find a seat. Said seat was with a very big, yellow-haired man. There was something familiar about him. The bounty hunter could swear he'd seen the guy before. Oh, that's right. Knife-guy.

Well, now might be a good time to squeeze some more weapons out of the guy. "That knife's come in real handy," The bounty hunter said gruffly.

[tartaros_avatar]

Recluse didn't look up, not wanting to turn his face towards the lights, or show just how sensitive they were at the moment. He recognized the voice, anyway.

"I'm so glad I could be of service, bounty hunter, but I expect compensation for it," Recluse replied, deep voice not even trying to hide his current irritation with the world in general. "It takes time to make weapons here, after all."

[ruthless_hunter]

Obviously the guy was better at remembering people than Lockdown was. Guy didn't even look up. The bounty hunter took the irritated tone in stride. He was used to dealing with irritated people.

"What kinda compensation?" Lockdown asked suspiciously. "'Cause I'm not paying for it outta my own subspace pocket." So to speak.

[sheisthecause]

There weren't too many times when Meche was relieved to get cut off suddenly by the morning, but this was definitely one of them. Morning meant that the others would be bandaged and cleaned up, and that she wouldn't have to try digging out bullets with a hat pin or something equally unsanitary and potentially lethal. What a relief that was.

Still, even medical attention didn't necessarily mean that everyone she knew was out of the woods. She hurried to the cafeteria, only to find that the usual suspects weren't around yet. Well, that really wasn't a surprise, since she'd made a point of getting there early. They'd probably all turn up any minute now. Wouldn't she feel silly for worrying then, ha-ha. Meche found herself a table near the door and began buttering her English muffin without looking at it, more to give herself something to do with her hands than because she really wanted a buttered muffin. She was focused on watching the door.

[for Falis]

[himetsuru]

Ugh. Homemade moonshine held on strong and didn't want to let go. At least her hangover was more manageable than after Doyleton. Rolling out of bed, she stashed the remainder of the drink and anything else that looked out of place. In the process, she was once again faced with that white dress. Closing the door on it, she rubbed her face and gave her personal vulture a half-grunt when she arrived to take the hunter to the cafeteria

[sheisthecause]

"What?" Meche's glance shot up to Alita and then down to her own fingers, which really did have a growing coat of butter on them. The muffin was smothered beyond recognition. Meche grimaced. Good thing she wasn't one of the ones here with superpowers; her stare probably would've burned a hole in everyone who came through the door.

"Well, with all the calories I've been burning off at night, I figured a little extra butter wouldn't hurt," she said wryly, wiping her fingers on her napkin. With a little effort, she refocused her gaze on Alita and kept it there. "Sorry, just looking for someone. How've you been, Alita?"

[himetsuru]

What the hell was a calorie? Falis knew what it was; it was yet another thing to think about when thinking didn't hurt. With as many years as she'd been drinking, one would have thought she would have figured out some kind of morning remedy or something for the damn hangover. Oh yeah, sleep it off all damn day long.

Fucking vultures.

"Not Rose," she replied in way of answering Meche's question, propping an elbow up on the table so she could hold her head up. The other hand grabbed one of the English muffins and shoved it in her mouth. "Ferkim frmmg rout rer." She frowned, swallowed and repeated. "Fucking forget about her. She doesn't exist."

[loyal_soldier]

622 woke up, and immediately wished he hadn't, just to save him the embarrassment. Things hadn't gone as planned once again. He'd gotten injured, he still needed to get Hayes a weapon unless Xigbar wouldn't ask for that knife back, and he wasn't going to check now, with a nurse sure to arrive soon, but he might have an empty assault rifle hidden somewhere in his cell

[justanimpulse]

Breakfast, again? But...what had happened to yesterday?

Bart remembered it clearly. Waking up, having breakfast, going out into the Sun Room and meeting Brainiac 5 (but not his universe's Brainiac 5, this was a different version, like Wally)...and then, nothing. He was in bed, being gently shaken by the nurse as she told him to wake up.

She said he'd been sick, that he'd gone back to bed after second shift and slept the entire day away. But wouldn't he have remembered something like that?

Feeling confused and really freaked out by this latest turn of events, Bart went through the breakfast line and filled his tray without really looking at it. Would he lose part of today, too? Would there be any kind of warning?

Suddenly spotting TK-622, Bart was so desperate for anything familiar that he rushed over, only hanging back at the last minute. They weren't exactly the best of friends; even though they'd only had the one conversation, it hadn't exactly been the best one ever. Would TK want him around

[loyal_soldier]

622 looked up from his tray at the greeting, swallowing a mouthful of food. He remembered this kid. Just as misguided because of rebel propaganda as everyone else who'd heard of his galaxy through 'fiction'. "Sure," he gestured to the closest empty seat with the hand that was not currently holding a muffin sandwich thing. "Go ahead."

"It's good to see that you're still here." To him, that implied the continuation of 'and not dead.'

[justanimpulse]

"Thanks. And you too." Bart sat down, picking at his eggs for a few minutes. Whatever he'd been doing yesterday during that blank spot in his memory, he felt hungry now -- but was there any point to eating if he wouldn't even remember what he'd done with the energy he got from it? Maybe he should even let himself get weaker, so he wouldn't be able to do anything if he did black out again -- no, that was just stupid. He'd be more careful, pay attention to what was happening. Whatever he'd missed yesterday before blacking out wouldn't sneak up on him again, he hoped.

Glancing over at TK, Bart wondered what he should say to him. It wasn't like he could just apologize for what he'd said last time, because as far as he was concerned he'd been in the right. But it'd be awkward to just sit here saying nothing.

"...One of my teammates disappeared," he said, after a minute. It seemed sort of appropriate.