Yet another intercom jingle sounded, and the nurses, anticipating the Head Doctor's orders, already began grouping around the patients as he began to speak
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It had been a long, pleasant, productive day, in the sense that it had been long and pleasant and nobody had really asked Tylor to produce much of anything. After meeting such interesting people, and spending so much time learning new things about his new home, Tylor was ready for a relaxing evening.
He hadn't given lots of thought about his room before, but he wasn't sure the nurse was leading him back to the same one. Then again, maybe they had special rooms for patients to first wake up in. It'd make sense, in case patients got upset about being here and the doctors and nurses didn't want roommates around to either help or be used in an escape attempt.
As the nurse offered him a plate of spaghetti, milk and a kind of ice cream, of all things, Tylor sat down to eat without waiting for his roommate. Melted ice cream wasn't as good. The only thing which could have made the meal better would have been having his ship and crew back... or drinking after with a beautiful woman, although the nurse had just laughed at that and told
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Last shift had been pretty uneventful. Normally Claude liked getting a chance to look at the greenhouse, but today he'd decided to take it easy and relax in the sun room. Since their days were so structured, it was hard to get some space, and so it'd been a nice change of pace, if only for awhile.
Once he got back to his room, though, the first thing he noticed was the unfamiliar face occupying the other half of the room. His nurse hummed cheerily as she put his food on his desk, as if Rey hadn't just mysteriously disappeared. Without thinking, Claude frowned. He wondered if Rey was okay. Unfortunately, he'd gone through this enough times to know that the nurse would only tell him that he'd recovered
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Tylor had turned around when the door opened, to see what his new roommate would be like. The other man had been looking back, too, and frowning. That wasn't surprising, though, it had to be strange to have a roommate you weren't expecting. And his half of the divided room had probably been occupied before.
When the blond smiled after the nurse was gone again, Tylor offered back a lazy smile. "Nope! I'm Justy Ueki Tylor. It's nice to meet you!" After a moment of thought, he added, "But you can call me James if you like, I don't mind it."
Justy Ueki Tylor? Claude briefly raised his eyebrows and paused. He'd never heard a name quite like that before, but that wasn't so strange. The world was a big place, after all, and the universe was downright massive.
Still, it was weird that he was so comfortable with being called a name that wasn't his. It certainly grated on Claude's nerves, and he was always quick to correct the nurses to other captives the first chance he got. The last thing he wanted was for everyone to call him something he wasn't. (Unless he wanted them to, but that was when things started to get complicated.)
"You mean it doesn't bother you?" he asked curiously as he sat down in front of his food. "Being called by a different name, I mean. Isn't there something you prefer to go by?"
"M85," Guybrush read off the doorway of what he assumed was his room. The moment he stepped through the doorway, it became apparent it wasn't going to be his room alone. "Two beds? I've got a roommate?" He turned around quickly to address his nurse, but she made it abundantly clear she couldn't be bothered speaking to him as she shoved a dinner tray into his good hand and closed the door in his face. "Friendly. Well, I'm sure the roomie and I get along just great, so long as he isn't another pirate. I can't trust those guys for anything
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Scott was feeling a lot better by the time dinner came around. Remy seemed like a really nice guy, and even though trying to help him had resulted in grievous bodily harm, Scott had to admit, he could see himself helping him out again. He didn't know whether Remy was fictional or not, but if he was, Scott could definitely see him making for a pretty likable main character.
Speaking of main characters.
Scott was sure his nurse had taken him to the wrong room, though she assured him that there was no mistake. For one thing, he remembered the number on the door being higher. For another, there was a mighty pirate standing in the middle of the room.
Gotta hand it to Gideon. This is really, really good idea for getting my vital organs to seize up all at the same time. You dastardly fiend!Thankfully, Scott was getting used to the appearances of such famous characters at this point, so maybe Gideon hadn't thought his cunning plan all the way through. Thus, he somehow managed to keep all systems go for the most part. Only part of him felt
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Well, speak of the devil- here was the aforementioned roommate now! Guybrush turned as his roommate entered, trying not to look too guilty even though he was still holding the flashlight he'd been preparing to tuck into his pants with the rest of his inventory. Thankfully, the guy didn't look like the burly type who'd beat the stew out of someone looting his stuff. The fact that he was in bandages and shorter helped even the odds.
Even better, he seemed nice enough (or nicer than anyone else he had stolen things from, at any rate). "Ahoy there, Mister Pilgrim!" Guybrush greeted in return. "I'm Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate! You know, it's nice to meet someone else who uses the word 'mighty' to describe themselves. I was starting to think I was alone in the world."
He had to bite his tongue to not ask the obvious question that came to mind when looking Scott up and down- he'd already insulted Drawn-On Mustache Guy, and probably didn't need any more enemies. LeChuck was enough, Voodoo-infested or not. "So we're roommates, I hear
If the hair, the svelt, girlish figure, and the obvious kleptomania (looked like those pants wrent quite as roomy as standard LucasArts ones) hadn't been enough to tell that this was the pirate he was looking for, then the voice clinched it. That was clearly the same voice he was used to hearing out of Guybrush in the later games, unlike Sam, who had sounded slightly different than expected. Well, the fact that he called himself "Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate" helped too. But that was beside the point
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The intercom announcement brought Carter out of his funk almost immediately. He hadn't had ice cream in...wow. Over a year. That was a pretty scary thought once Carter focused on it. Some days it felt like he'd been at Stalag 13 a bare month and would be going back at any time, rather than waiting on a war with no definable end or some disaster to send them evacuating the camp and scurrying across the English Channel
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Carter kept his hand at his head. Two German winters apparently hadn't left him with an immunity to cold.
"And you're English," he pointed out, rubbing his temple. "There was an English guy in my old barracks, Corporal Newkirk. Real nice guy." Well. Relative to their captors, maybe. Newkirk wasn't what one could objectively call a bad person but Carter often wished he'd let up on the insults and cutting remarks, to say nothing of the casual theft Newkirk practiced like a hobby.
The day hadn't gone that badly for Usopp, mostly by virtue of all the awful things having technically occurred the previous night. He'd been dealing with the aftermath of that today, though, and so hard he'd barely thought about all the other people affected until he'd had a moment really alone to think about it.
Being trapped in a strange place with some of his crewmates was one thing, but being trapped here without Luffy was a little more troublesome, especially if the people here had somehow taken him but hadn't yet bothered moving his hat (and piano, for that matter.) It also hadn't helped that he'd taken it upon himself to put on the hat just to be safe, while Brook had been fussing about the piano. He should have just put the stupid weight on Brook. Or better, he'd hunt Zoro down, and make him wear it. Even if he got lost with it, Zoro had kept that white sword he was fussy about for a long time, hadn't he? And he was one of the oldest people on the crew, both chronologically and in age. It made sense
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Allen was definitely hungry by the time he got back to the room. He wasn't sure when he'd eaten last - had he missed lunch somehow?! - but he was glad that there was food back in the room. He was a little saddened by the fact that there wasn't quite enough there, but some was better than none, and he could make the best of the situation.
Before he took a bite, he remembered his manners and looked over at his roommate.
"Allen, hi!" Usopp at least managed a good smile for his roommate, happy to see him alive and well. "It's been a little rough lately, but I'm hanging in there. How about you? You seemed out of it yesterday, I hope you're all right."
Even if his roommate wasn't his best friend, or even a member of his crew, Usopp couldn't wish harm on the guy. He seemed so, well, nice. Even the friends Usopp had met in this place didn't seem nice, so much as inclined to help Usopp. Some tiny bit of Usopp recognized a similar aspect to Luffy, but couldn't decide what it was.
"Things can probably only be so great here, anyway." Since the manners were done, Usopp went back to eating, hoping Allen would do the same. Hunger strikes were definitely not the answer, Usopp had learned that on Going Merry.
Allen smiled back, and dug into his food. In between bites, he managed to hold a conversation, though; he was well-versed in that by now.
"Yeah, I felt weird yesterday, I guess. I think I slept through almost everything! But that's not going to happen tonight. I can't just sleep while there are people that need help."
Lockon Stratos' true memories have returned. That, and the fact that he now had a map of Landel's in his possession, made Setsuna believe that he was actually making progress in finding and destroying the distortion within Landel's Institute.
The nurse left him alone once he settled on his bed, and he stared at his food for a while, thinking that it was strange the staff even bothered feeding the captured people here with food as good as this, before taking a bite of the garlic bread. Whatever their real intentions behind creating the institution was, inflicting suffering on the patients was twisted (and more and more he began to think that no one must truly have been sent here by family or concerned friends). He needed a lot of energy for the night ahead. This time, he wanted to make sure he was a step closer to the completion of his mission.
Chekov was escorted back to his room after posting to the bulletin concerning the incident of the day. Though Chekov hadn't wanted to start an incident, and his nurse was even frowning at him disapprovingly as though he had. At least Captain Kirk was somewhat reassured that Chekov hadn't intended to get on the bad side of a very large man who referred to humans as 'meatbags'. Though Chekov wasn't too thrilled with the idea of Captain Kirk seeking out this person and starting an altercation. But, realistically speaking, after seeing Captain Kirk's fighting ability on the bridge against two security officers, perhaps he shouldn't be concerned for the Captain's safety
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Setsuna watched as the door opened and blinked as his roommate was unceremoniously shoved into the room and given a scolding. The thought that Chekov was being too polite to the nurses who were probably also behind the Institute's distortion crossed his mind, but he wasn't really the type to state his observations aloud. His eyes then drifted down to the gauze on Chekov's elbow: what had happened?
He gave Chekov a slightly inquisitive look as his eyes followed his roommate to the bed. Of course, it would probably have helped if he asked aloud what had caused that injury, but the thought never even occurred to him.
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He hadn't given lots of thought about his room before, but he wasn't sure the nurse was leading him back to the same one. Then again, maybe they had special rooms for patients to first wake up in. It'd make sense, in case patients got upset about being here and the doctors and nurses didn't want roommates around to either help or be used in an escape attempt.
As the nurse offered him a plate of spaghetti, milk and a kind of ice cream, of all things, Tylor sat down to eat without waiting for his roommate. Melted ice cream wasn't as good. The only thing which could have made the meal better would have been having his ship and crew back... or drinking after with a beautiful woman, although the nurse had just laughed at that and told ( ... )
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Once he got back to his room, though, the first thing he noticed was the unfamiliar face occupying the other half of the room. His nurse hummed cheerily as she put his food on his desk, as if Rey hadn't just mysteriously disappeared. Without thinking, Claude frowned. He wondered if Rey was okay. Unfortunately, he'd gone through this enough times to know that the nurse would only tell him that he'd recovered ( ... )
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When the blond smiled after the nurse was gone again, Tylor offered back a lazy smile. "Nope! I'm Justy Ueki Tylor. It's nice to meet you!" After a moment of thought, he added, "But you can call me James if you like, I don't mind it."
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Still, it was weird that he was so comfortable with being called a name that wasn't his. It certainly grated on Claude's nerves, and he was always quick to correct the nurses to other captives the first chance he got. The last thing he wanted was for everyone to call him something he wasn't. (Unless he wanted them to, but that was when things started to get complicated.)
"You mean it doesn't bother you?" he asked curiously as he sat down in front of his food. "Being called by a different name, I mean. Isn't there something you prefer to go by?"
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Scott was sure his nurse had taken him to the wrong room, though she assured him that there was no mistake. For one thing, he remembered the number on the door being higher. For another, there was a mighty pirate standing in the middle of the room.
Gotta hand it to Gideon. This is really, really good idea for getting my vital organs to seize up all at the same time. You dastardly fiend!Thankfully, Scott was getting used to the appearances of such famous characters at this point, so maybe Gideon hadn't thought his cunning plan all the way through. Thus, he somehow managed to keep all systems go for the most part. Only part of him felt ( ... )
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Even better, he seemed nice enough (or nicer than anyone else he had stolen things from, at any rate). "Ahoy there, Mister Pilgrim!" Guybrush greeted in return. "I'm Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate! You know, it's nice to meet someone else who uses the word 'mighty' to describe themselves. I was starting to think I was alone in the world."
He had to bite his tongue to not ask the obvious question that came to mind when looking Scott up and down- he'd already insulted Drawn-On Mustache Guy, and probably didn't need any more enemies. LeChuck was enough, Voodoo-infested or not. "So we're roommates, I hear
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"And you're English," he pointed out, rubbing his temple. "There was an English guy in my old barracks, Corporal Newkirk. Real nice guy." Well. Relative to their captors, maybe. Newkirk wasn't what one could objectively call a bad person but Carter often wished he'd let up on the insults and cutting remarks, to say nothing of the casual theft Newkirk practiced like a hobby.
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Being trapped in a strange place with some of his crewmates was one thing, but being trapped here without Luffy was a little more troublesome, especially if the people here had somehow taken him but hadn't yet bothered moving his hat (and piano, for that matter.) It also hadn't helped that he'd taken it upon himself to put on the hat just to be safe, while Brook had been fussing about the piano. He should have just put the stupid weight on Brook. Or better, he'd hunt Zoro down, and make him wear it. Even if he got lost with it, Zoro had kept that white sword he was fussy about for a long time, hadn't he? And he was one of the oldest people on the crew, both chronologically and in age. It made sense ( ... )
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Before he took a bite, he remembered his manners and looked over at his roommate.
"Hi, Usopp, how are you?"
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Even if his roommate wasn't his best friend, or even a member of his crew, Usopp couldn't wish harm on the guy. He seemed so, well, nice. Even the friends Usopp had met in this place didn't seem nice, so much as inclined to help Usopp. Some tiny bit of Usopp recognized a similar aspect to Luffy, but couldn't decide what it was.
"Things can probably only be so great here, anyway." Since the manners were done, Usopp went back to eating, hoping Allen would do the same. Hunger strikes were definitely not the answer, Usopp had learned that on Going Merry.
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"Yeah, I felt weird yesterday, I guess. I think I slept through almost everything! But that's not going to happen tonight. I can't just sleep while there are people that need help."
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The nurse left him alone once he settled on his bed, and he stared at his food for a while, thinking that it was strange the staff even bothered feeding the captured people here with food as good as this, before taking a bite of the garlic bread. Whatever their real intentions behind creating the institution was, inflicting suffering on the patients was twisted (and more and more he began to think that no one must truly have been sent here by family or concerned friends). He needed a lot of energy for the night ahead. This time, he wanted to make sure he was a step closer to the completion of his mission.
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He gave Chekov a slightly inquisitive look as his eyes followed his roommate to the bed. Of course, it would probably have helped if he asked aloud what had caused that injury, but the thought never even occurred to him.
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