Day 47: Breakfast

[thatdamnedninja]

It had all been going so well

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[brooklynisangry]

Aw, nuts. Why'd he have to sleep? Couldn't that wait for when he wasn't wanting to go out and have fun with Loz? And why'd it have to creep up on him like that anyway? He'd just been lying back on his bed, waiting for the doors to open, and then...

Then he was waking up and a nurse lady was standing there being all cheerful at him. And he'd started yelling a little bit louder than normal 'cause she asked him if he slept well. And then one of the big nurse guys came along and he'd gotten marched out of the little room and down the halls to the cafeteria.

He grabbed his tray and stormed off to a table, slamming the thing down and then glaring at everything for a while until he started to get distracted by the smell of food. The fried muffin things smelled a little like that 'pizza' stuff had, or at least the same kind of smell that made it really hard to do anything else but start eating.

So he did. But he was still not going to cheer up! The world didn't deserve him like that!

[Free!]

[mugenreppa]

...Oh, so that was how night 'ended'. Why had she not noticed that before? Well, she'd just have to pay more attention next time. Though, if there truly was a warning for when it would happen, Soma would probably have said. Soldiering, and that kind of thing

[brooklynisangry]

"Huh?" Beelzemon looked up. Damn, it was hard to see people coming when you kept forgetting the eye in your forehead was a tattoo now. "Oh. Yeah, it was," he grumbled. 'It didn't happen at all' kind of bad. Which counted, didn't it? He certainly wasn't going to tell someone out of the blue that he'd been an idiot and actually slept.

"Who're you?" Politeness? What're you talking about? He hasn't got any of that, whatever it is.

[mugenreppa]

[sorry for the delay! ;A;]

Hmm, on second thought, that wasn't a good question to ask: did anyone have good nights around here? Unless they were the really optimistic type. She almost wished someone would point out to her the 'good' in her situation, but then she'd have to deal with an optimistic person.

"Mele." Oh, score. Mele only bothered with politisms because it was most of the people tended to expect, and not having to do it this morning was a bit of a relief. "You?"

Uuugh, Mele didn't want to eat this. But she'd skipped eating dinner last night, and hunger aside, there was that thing about needing the strength to move. Which she would need. Mele poked listlessly at the sandwich thing with her fork a moment. "...Is it good?"

[scarefaux]

Everything was thankfully still when the Scarecrow opened his eyes- the room wasn't spinning, the pounding had been replaced with a dull ache, and he was 100% certain his bed had never felt better. He smiled- he'd not only been rescued, but made it back safe and sound. Granted, he didn't remember the end of the night, but that wasn't unusual at all- he wasn't sure if they'd actually reached the room or not before the dawn came, as most of their trip had been a blur, punctuated only by that sharp throbbing from between his ears

[bprd_fishman]

Not the most productive of nights, but at least he'd gotten the Evoker back to Minato. The personas would be an excellent weapon to use against Landel, and Abe was more sure now that the true place to strike would be upstairs, at the queen in the heart of the colony.

Even if the queen seemed to be in mourning over someone at the moment. He'd need to ask about that. Abe moved to the cafeteria obediently and collected his eggs and fruit, eager for another day of fact finding and socializing. Perhaps he could successfully talk to a (non-assassin) woman today, that seemed to be some sort of socialization holy grail for human men.

Abe sighted out the Scarecrow from across the room, and went to give the room a matched pair of lanky, awkward men. He was more of a veteran, perhaps he could explain.

[scarefaux]

Only one bite of food down and the Scarecrow found himself joined by his tablemate from a couple of days before. It was probably best he wasn't left to his own devices, anyway- thinking with an injured head might make matters worse.

Instead, he gave his acquaintance a smile. "Good morning, Abe," he greeted, sitting up straighter and giving his best attempt to not look like damaged goods.

[bprd_fishman]

Abe bobbed his head slightly. "Good morning! How was your evening?" He'd come up to Scarecrow from the front and hadn't seen what had happened to his companion's head yet.

Funny, how asking how someone's night had gone was now asking about the most exciting part of their day. Landel seemed intent on putting things back to front.

[haplesstracker]

Scourge awoke, and curled into a little heap under the blanket with his hands over his head. He spent his first few moments just breathing, taking in the mercifully muted scent of his own body and the soft mutterings of other patients going out to breakfast. The peace of a stable human body had never felt so sweet. Whatever they'd wanted to do to him, it was done now

[hamelinschild]

The night previous had been uneventful, which left Hartley to wake feeling a bit less groggy and far more rested. He managed upright without the rush of last might's vertigo, which he took as a beautiful sign. The only real downfall however, was the sharp pains from his growling stomach. He'd never gotten to dinner, had he? Breakfast, in that case, would be -amazing

[haplesstracker]

A familiar voice penetrated Scourge's despair. "Piper?" he asked, voice trembling as he looked up. He cast about, finally finding Piper's knee and then clinging to his shirt with both hands.

"Don't leave me, please don't leave me, please stay." His hands moved up to Piper's face, assured that it wasn't a trick when he found that silly bit of fluff on his wingmate's chin. It was him. It even smelled like him. Scourge held him tightly, unseeing face pressed against his chest.

[hamelinschild]

Hart had done his hair share working with the underprivileged, he'd worked with the disabled, he'd done more for charity in months than most did in years. And from all of that, there were a few things he couldn't shake;

--one was the need to help when called. Though with the other's shaking, the tremors in his hands and the unsteadiness of his voice--the way he stared straight through Hartley...to not know something was wrong would have been a crime.

"I'm not going anywhere." he promised, surveying the space around them, the lost tray and the scatted and smushed food. If tripped, Scourge would not have reacted like this. It was the mans reactions that read him the loudest--it was his his lack of focus when he looked at Hart, it was his hands searching for -anything-.

The man was blind.

"Deep breath. I'm here." A quiet assurance, Hart kept the other close, voice low. So long as they kept quiet and out of sight for the moment, the staff shouldn't sweep in, thinking the worst of them.

"Just tell me what happened. I won't leave you."

[girlsandgadgets]

Another evening spent, and Edgar was no closer to solving the mysteries of this place, coming up with a plan for escape, or having a new weapon at his disposal. Time moved so strangely in the walls of the prison- it seemed the days went so slowly, but the nights moved much more swiftly, giving only a hint of exploration before the sun stole it away.

Well, at least the seemingly brief evening hadn't been a total loss: he did spend it with a lovely woman. Chipper, too. Her attitude had been a nice breath of fresh air, and she was someone he'd definitely enjoy seeing again.

Until then, the day was ready for him, as was the nursemaid. She waited impatiently as he attempted to sort out his hair and drab clothing, then led him to the mess hall for the first meal of the day. After a quick stop at the board in the Sun Room, he took his tray and his food and an empty seat near the doorway where he could watch the people entering and leaving.

[Beatrice]

[goldenroulette]

Beatrice still wasn't terribly amused, but venting her suspicions that one of those other meddling witches was behind all of this certainly helped. She was much calmer and more composed as she entered the cafeteria.

So, it was Western-style food here? She found the smell of whatever those sandwiches were a bit greasy for her stomach, but did take pancakes and fruit before scanning for familiar faces. Her eyes froze for a moment on a girl that looked too much like that other meddling witch, but...no. The eyes were all wrong.

Instead, she decided to take a seat across from a rather pleasant-looking young gentleman, half-smiling as she bowed. "Is this seat taken?"

[girlsandgadgets]

Well, this place was just full of surprises, wasn't it? Just as the young king thought the previous evening with Harley had been a highlight of his stay, another golden-haired beauty appeared before him. Despite it being early, he was ready to count any day in which beautiful women came crawling from the woodwork as successful.

"It is now," he said with a smirk and a polite wave of his hand, gesturing for her to take a seat. "Have you been here long, Miss? Surely I'd have noticed someone as stunning as yourself sooner."

[goldenroulette]

Ah, one of those types? Well, Beatrice definitely could have done much, much worse. "No, actually," she said, carefully taking her seat. She might have actually flopped into it a bit normally, but she needed to keep a modicum of grace about her for now. She wasn't among friends.

"I just woke here this morning, rather unexpectedly," she said. "If I hadn't just been told differently, I'd have thought it was someone I know playing a rather cruel joke. But it seems that this isn't one." The crueler joke was really the lack of tea, she thought.

"My apologies - my name is Beatrice. Though the nurses seem to think it's Victoria." She wasn't about to mention that last name. The mere thought made her feel slightly queasy.

[sdatislife]

Shinji huddled in his chair at breakfast, picking tiredly at his food. It was tasty enough and the fruit was alright, but he felt drained. He'd spent all night huddled in a corridor, hoping that someone he knew would show up. As it was, it'd been a nerve-wracking night alone in the darkness. He hadn't wanted to run down his flashlight and the occasional flashes of light from other passing patients hadn't done much to ease his state of mind. Feeling frazzled and rattled he simply moved his food around his plate with his fork. His appetite was gone. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to get out. He wanted to see Asuka. Kaworu. Anyone.Daylight was fine. He didn't mind the institute then (even if the nurses called him Sean). It was quiet. He didn't have to do anything. He didn't have to fight. The nights were the worst, though. The halls seemed tight and claustrophobic, the shadows darker, everything nastier, unkempt and falling apart. He wished he could just sleep through it

[antiheroed]

[from here]

Despite already learning the proper things to say in a place like this, the nurse latched on to him led him into the cafeteria and quickly to the line to acquire his food. In fact, Riku didn’t have to do much of anything as she picked up an English muffin, a large pile of tater tots, some fruit, and a thing of orange juice. It annoyed him that this woman seemed to think that he couldn’t think for himself. Then again, if he wasn’t the only person trapped here, there was a good chance that others weren’t as cooperative as him. And why would they be? Or rather: why should they be? Riku knew it wasn’t impossible to see the glare he gave her as she plodded along, ensuring that he had a healthy breakfast

[sdatislife]

As the nurse approached with a strange, pale-haired boy in tow Shinji looked up. Most people usually went straight past his table, but the nurse decided to pause and tell the other boy to get to know "Sean" - him - better. For a moment, Shinji felt a sense of panic and it showed on his face. He'd been forced to talk to people before or had to share a table and every time it had been awkward and uncomfortable. What if they didn't like him? What if this boy turned out to hate him? What if... what if....

He fought down his urge to curl up into a ball until the whole world just left him alone. He wanted to scream. He could feel the familiar pressure on his shoulders and chest, pushing him down, making him feel too tight and too condensed. Slowly and with effort, he pushed himself back.

I mustn't run away. I mustn't run away....He took a few deep breaths, fervently hoping that the other hadn't noticed his near-panic attack. He smiled softly, awkwardly and hoped that the other wouldn't notice too much

[antiheroed]

Not Sean, but Shinji. It seemed that one of his theories was already proved correct. Would it be fair to continue on with the charade of being Adam, when it was obvious that this was another person trapped here? Fortunately for Shinji, Riku hadn't noticed the near-panic attack, as he was too unused to people to be able to pick up those small attributes. He was good at moving through the worlds and keeping himself safe, but the circumstance with the nurse challenged that last bit of understanding that he had