Dayshift 49: Bus 2

[yin_yang_fox]

Morning hit without warning, with the sheer knowledge hitting the Digimon before anything else that today they were going back to Doyletown. Her feet hit the floor and she rotated her right shoulder experimentally. The skin stretched tight, soreness persevering, but it moved fine. She stretched her fingers then curled them into a fist, staring at

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[windstwilight]

She wasn't in the woods anymore.

No ruined town, no creepy dark woods, no Meche, no monsters. For a moment, Senna didn't know whether to be relieved or depressed. The question passed--right now, she'd rather be in the woods, no discussion. At least out there-- The small Shinigami didn't argue with the nurse this week about the clothes brought. She slid on the worn jeans and way too meanly ironic top. The girl sighed, shaking out her hair. She'd tie it back up on the bus.

Halfway out the door, the nurse stopped her, handing over a jacket. She looked at it for a minute and tried for banter. "Really? You think I can pull that off with my hair?" Obviously not her regular nurse, the woman just frowned and waited for Senna to take it. The girl sighed and shrugged it on, heading for bus and lacking the energy that normally fueled her. She wondered how Meche was, and if Falis had ended up having a good night. After everything... Man. Half of her didn't even want to go, be it outside or not.

[for Hana~]

[mitase]

The night before almost seemed like a particularly strange and vivid dream, but no -- there was still a trace of a headache lingering behind Hanatarou's eyes, reminding him of how he'd kind of overdone it the night before. Hopefully he wouldn't run into Nataku again soon, because he was pretty sure a lecture would be in order; at least there hadn't been an opportunity for his friend to doodle on his face again, because he probably would have taken it.

...he hadn't, had he? Hopefully there hadn't been some time that he'd missed during the whole thing.

Fortunately, though, the nurse didn't say a word when she arrived to shoo him out of bed, but her opening greeting and bundle of non-grey clothing reminded him that it was another field trip day. Hanatarou dressed himself in the unfamiliar clothing without really paying attention except to be grateful that the green dragon-y jacket hadn't made an appearance again this week. What if something like last week happened again? He hadn't planned anythingAt least he spotted a familiar face

[windstwilight]

The girl had been staring out the window somewhat despondently, chin in her hand as she leaned her elbow against the side of the bus. A familiar voice drew attention, Senna's head shifting slightly towards the sound before realizing the owner and turning fully, offering a wide grin. The shift brought two things to her attention to annoy her. She hadn't retied her hair, and now thinking about it, fully awake and aware, it'd be difficult with one arm in a sling. Good job, Senna. Maybe you can bribe a nurse to do it.

Still, she kept the grin, shaking her head. "Nope! I don't mind! It's really good to see you."

[mitase]

It was? Hanatarou blinked once, but only smiled and settled down onto the seat next to her without putting his thoughts into words. He was glad to see that she was still around, especially when so many people seemed to be disappearing recently, although...well, it didn't look like she'd been terribly fortunate lately.

He absently rolled the top of his bag closed a little more tightly as he tried to decide whether she'd be annoyed if he mentioned it, then finally nodded toward her and hesitantly said, "Er, you're...um. Are you doing okay? I mean, if you, well, needed a healer..."

[doneinthree]

One week. Not yet one week exactly, as he (along with Spock and Chekov) had arrived during the night, waking up in an empty hospital - empty, apparently, because everyone else had been stranded in the nearby town fighting the undead. And now, nearly one week since then, he and his crew were still prisoners of Landel's, and it was their turn to go to Doyleton.

Kirk' eyes opened at the sound of the intercom, and for a second, feeling the weight of one fruitless, frustrating week settle on his bones, he didn't want to get up. But the nurse at his door, chiding them to get dressed quickly or else miss the bus, reminded him that it wasn't really his style to roll over and die. Kirk rubbed his face with both hands before donning the layers of clothing she'd left at the foot of his bed. Everyone else he saw upon stepping out of his room appeared to be dressed in the same mishmash variety of used garments

[timeleaper]

If there was one thing to be said for being one of the older patients (physically at least), it was that at least the nurses seemed less inclined to provide clothing which was downright ridiculous. Not that he was over the hill yet or anything, but most of the people here seemed to be in their teens and twenties and at least a decade younger than him. More... Iria's age. Ah, he wasn't sure whether to just feel old or to feel old and like a cradle robber when it came to that particular thought

[doneinthree]

With his focus intent on the doors, Kirk had managed to spot Bones and Chekov exit the hospital - both appearing safe and unmarred, at least from this distance - and was now on the lookout for someone tall and pointy-eared. There was a moment in which he'd almost confused Zachary Blaine for his first officer, but it hadn't even taken Kirk two seconds to see the difference in the way he carried himself, never mind the stubble and the state of his hair

[timeleaper]

Ronixis laughed softly at the enthusiasm. It was good to see someone smiling. Everyone seemed so grim. Sure, he could remember all too well what had happened last week but the chance to see a little of the world outside the Institute wasn't something to be sniffed at and well, he'd never much held with pessimism. If you just assumed things would go badly, then they probably would.

He slid into the seat next to Kirk, setting the bag of food aside. It wasn't really anything he was particularly keen on eating. he'd wait until they got into town and have something there.

"I've been as well as can be expected," he said with a wry smile tugging the corners of his lips. "Yourself?"

[emotionl4arobot]

Brainiac 5 yawned and stretched, blinking his eyes sleepily at the wall before rolling over and sitting up groggily. He was annoyed that he'd apparently slept through the night again, but at the same time, there was the pleasant, refreshed feeling that went a long way to making him decide it wasn't necessarily such a bad thing. At least now he'd have an easier time concentrating on finding useful information and items in town... not to mention being better prepared should things get as dangerous as they had the last time they'd visited Doyleton

[gothamsfuture]

...Okay, seriously? This whole night ending in the middle of things was starting to get on Terry's nerves. He knew they hadn't taken that long to travel, even with the stupid handcart, so why hadn't they actually managed to make it somewhere? Terry muffled a groan of frustration by dropping his pillow over his head, just in time for his nurse to get the entirely wrong impression.

So they got to spend a day on the town, huh? Somehow Terry didn't think it was going to be all nightclubs and greasy food joints. Especially not when his nurse produced an outfit that looked like it'd been rejected from the bargain bin at the charity shop. The jeans were fine, if a little ragged, but how anyone could have thought the sweater was a good idea fell beyond Terry's realm of understanding. And the nurse was expecting him to wear it? Slagging great

[emotionl4arobot]

Brainiac 5 glanced up as another patient approached, blinking and unconsciously making what was likely a very odd expression at the sight of the sweater the other boy was wearing. It was probably a good 78% of the reason for the Design Aesthetic Wars of 2231 all on its own.

"Huh?" he said, temporarily distracted by the assault on his vision. He caught up quickly enough, however, though the initial question still stood. "'Twips'?"

While he wasn't familiar with the term, the context did help suggest it's meaning well enough. "I suppose... I do have to wonder how much of this is on purpose, considering everything else that seems to happen around here."

[lookitmemama]

[From here

Pulling out the hairbands that kept her red hair up, Asuka took the first and aimed it at the back of Brainiac's head. It unfortunately flew right over.

Well shit!

She tried again, aiming a little farther down at his neck. "Hey! Brainy boy!"

[dreadofthegrave]

Battler sighed as he rolled out of bed, not quite ready for the night to be over. The constant waking up without realizing he'd ever slept should have been more unsettling, but two days' time was more than enough to foster a sense of familiarity with the room, so he found himself caring about the shift a bit less than he normally would have. It was creepy, sure, but it didn't cause any harm other than a moment's disorientation, and he could only attribute it as being one of the institute's weird quirks. Given the division between day and night, it was probably meant to evoke a sense of unease and questioning, and if it really was that kind of message, Battler had no intention of listening quietly. It was his rebellious streak; when being told to do something, wasn't the impulse to do just the opposite?

On the other hand, he didn't put up any resistance when the nurse handed him a pile of old clothes. They weren't too bad, even if they'd obviously seen some use, and nearly anything would be better than that uniform. He really couldn't

[angels_inflight]

Doyleton... While Naminé hadn't spent too much time at the place, it seemed especially foreboding. But not as bad as the other patients probably imagined it: she only knew of the events that transpired there while she was gone, and even when she was still here. So she was a little nervous when the nurses handed her some comfortable long-sleeved shirts and jeans, which ended up getting covered up by a garish bright pink raincoat, and shoved her onto a nearby bus

[dreadofthegrave]

Battler slowly opened the the package of the bagel and bit into it. This wasn't exactly the best meal, was it? It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't exactly Gohda's cooking, either. And for a guy his size, it was really more a snack than a whole meal. Well, he supposed he couldn't expect too much if they were supposed to be eating on a bus. It didn't merit anything fancy.

He caught the voice of a young girl just as he washed the bit down with a swig of milk. She seemed a little hesitant, or maybe a little shy, so he did his best to seem friendly.

"Sure, sure, I's not a problem at all!" he greeted cheerfully. "My name's Battler. Yours?"

[angels_inflight]

Good fortune smiled upon Naminé in the form of "Battler", and the girl returned his smile as she nodded and sat down next to him. She hadn't seen him before, but she couldn't tell if he was "new" or not; since she had been gone for quite some time, it was dangerous to make such assumptions.

"My name is Naminé. It's a pleasure to meet you, Battler," The witch greeted him, her gaze shifting to the food he was holding in his hand. Was that what they got for breakfast? She hadn't looked at her own brown bag yet, wondering if some of the breakfasts were different or if they all got the same thing. It took a moment to find out, retreiving her own bagel from the bag.

"Have you been to Doyleton before?" Naminé figured that was a good way to discern how long Battler had been here, and although her information was likely outdated, perhaps she could help a little bit. In the meantime, she flattened the paper bag out on her lap to use as a "plate" of sorts for her breakfast.

[mind_the_sukima]

Yukari awoke slowly, curled up in the sheets of her bed. Mumbling, she turned over, reaching around with her arm for another warm body, only to find none. Irked, she cracked open an eye and found she was alone. Right, institute. Moves people around in the gap between night and morning. Sighing, the youkai was just about to curl up in a ball under the sheets when the nurse came in, telling her to do the impossible: rise and shine. She'd have to settle for one out of two, because while she got the blonde to rise, shining was not an option.

Despite this, Yukari was feeling pretty happy on account of last night. It was just the kind of happy that was best enjoyed half-awake and snuggled up somewhere warm, like say, by a certain ninja, rather than fully conscious. So she wasn't really paying attention when the nurse dressed her in a tan baby doll T-shirt and purple jacket, complete with scarf along with the capris from last week's outfit, handed a bag and herded onto the bus