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Day 49: Late Evening

May 11, 2010 10:45

Although the trip was longer than usual on account of the rain and wind, the buses did eventually - and safely - reach Landel's Institute. No strange happenings yet; the patients were escorted off the buses according to the usual protocol and made to go to their rooms and change back into their normal uniforms while the nurses temporarily left them ( Read more... )

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Re: M73 stlg13bomber May 13 2010, 13:34:25 UTC

Carter quickly stuffed his book up under his coat again when the buses stopped. Any cleverness he felt at being able to smuggle the document out had been long dimmed by Haseo's disapproval. Stupid old man, not knowing nothing about nothing in the future in Japan, it wasn't fair. They should make some sort of guidebook to the future for people coming out of the past.

"Hi again," he said as he entered his 'barracks', sounding much less enthusiastic tonight. The sergeant slipped the book out and tucked it away carefully in this drawer. "What's this stuff?" he asked, poking at the new slurry of food. "It looks like stew that went wrong." Curry, curry, didn't Indians eat that? Why would they serve that, Carter wasn't Indian.

He began to strip out of his wet clothes, uncaring that the other man was right there. By Stalag 13 standards having only one guy watch you change your clothes was privacy, he'd been in and out of Kraut uniforms with the entire barracks watching him and thought little of it.

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Re: M73 stlg13bomber May 16 2010, 13:38:20 UTC

"Curry's for Indians and Arabs, though. They should serve American food here." Carter was used to overdoses of Kraut food with the occasional interlude of LeBeau's admirable French efforts, any break from serving red, white, and blue cooking seemed like a horrid shame. He tugged his smiling shirt back on and put the book on his desk.

"I'm going outside tonight," he informed Arthur as he zipped the coat back up. "I mean, just so you know what's up when I don't come back tomorrow."

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F18 fangirlfatale May 11 2010, 20:42:56 UTC

Morgan couldn't believe she'd managed to doze off last shift. Some of it was definitely still the sedation wearing off--and hey, someone could probably be forgiven for being a little off their game when they'd just come back from the dead or the almost-dead or at least the sucking-abdominal-wounded--but that was no excuse. Morgan LeFlay, Mighty Pirate Hunter™, couldn't afford to be that sloppy, especially not when she had an escape to make, several revenges to enact, and stolen possessions to find. Not to mention some decent fish. Honestly, how was anyone supposed to eat the crap they'd served for lunch ( ... )

M44 gamingsostfu May 11 2010, 21:18:09 UTC

"I'm perfectly capable of making it down the hall on my own if you would just stop touching me." Matt pulled away from Bubbles once again as they approached the door, and she actually held it open for him as he tried to walk past her. Once again, he felt those fingers skimming across his arm, close to his elbow, and he twitched noticeably; physical contact was never something that Matt particularly enjoyed, especially when his withdrawal was this severe. It had been hours since his last smoke, at the very least, and he was certainly feeling it.

Once inside the room, he looked around; it was the same place he woke up in. Weird, he thought, going to the bed and sitting down, looking around as he tried to keep himself from twitching any more than he already was. So they're continuing with the whole nuthouse charade, eh? Wasn't that one tactic he and the other kids had learned at Wammy's, though? If you get caught knee-deep in your own bullshit, stick to your story, and you'll see your way through ( ... )

Re: M44 full_score May 11 2010, 22:06:39 UTC

The bus ride back to the institute had been about as eventful as the trip over to Doyleton, save for the sheets of rain that made it feel like they had to drive through an ocean just make it to the grounds. While under normal circumstances he would have enjoyed watching the water roll down his window and getting a chance to relax, today the ride felt agonizingly slow as he could only sit and wonder if they'd all get caught outside once the sun set beneath the horizon.

It wasn't until his nurse escorted him back to his room that he began to loosen up, but only a little. As soon as the nurse opened the door, Claude realized there was a stranger in his room, sitting in the place Tylor had occupied just the other day. An uncomfortable, cold feeling knotted up in the pit of Claude's stomach. Tylor. Another good person had fallen victim to this place. But what had happened to him that made him disappear so soon after first arriving? He'd seemed like he'd had such a positive disposition, and yet ( ... )

Re: M44 gamingsostfu May 11 2010, 23:08:54 UTC

"Nope. Definitely not Marcus." Matt stood, walking over to the desk, where the tray sat. He sneered at the lamb and veggies, grabbing the banana cream pie and sitting back down on the bed. Stabbing it with a fork and taking a bite, he watched Claude closely. "I'm Mason." He planned on sticking to that nickname until he found Mello and figured out what the hell was going on.

He took another bite; the sweet taste was helping his irritability a little. "So where'd you guys go today?" Impatience was apparently part of the withdrawal package; Matt just didn't feel like dealing with more pointless, friendly chatting. He'd noticed the wet clothes when the kid came in, and he had to wonder why, if the entire staff was convinced everyone was crazy, they would let "patients" roam around outside somewhere, probably a good ways from the actual facility.

Re: M44 full_score May 11 2010, 23:29:01 UTC

Claude liked a good banana cream pie as much as the next person, but even he was a little surprised at the way this guy started chowing down on his dessert straight off the bat. Definitely not the healthiest diet, though he couldn't blame him for eating what he wanted in a facility where pretty much everything else about their day was dictated by someone else. Still, Claude didn't want to go losing another roommate anytime soon, so he hoped he would take decent care of himself in the future.

Either way, he silently committed the name to memory. "Good to know," Claude replied, smiling a little more genuinely now. The more he thought about it, the more pleased to meet you sounded so weird when everyone was trapped here against their will ( ... )

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M67 contentincloset May 11 2010, 21:34:05 UTC

The trip to town, for some reason, hadn't left Kurogane in a terrible mood. The rain had been a nuisance, as had some of the patients, but all in all he had managed to keep mostly to himself. It had been nice, and needed, because for once the ninja had been able to just take the time to think without having other things to deal with.

As he quickly finished his dinner, Kurogane put his focus on getting ready - so much as he could with the prospect of a nurse bringing his roommate in - for the night. There would be no wasting time this night. He would go find the magician, drag him out of his room, and the both of them would track down the damn feather that had to be responsible for all of this. Forget the stupid missions and clubs. If they could just get to the source, feather or otherwise, then they could be done with this world. He had been done with it for weeks already!

Re: M67 deadlyjuliet May 12 2010, 03:35:09 UTC

If he had to describe his day, Grell would have said it was thoroughly uneventful. Boring. Mundane. Although not entirely unproductive considering he'd spent the entire day just lazing about, watching the town and then finally posting the bulletin. Of all people, he would think Brainiac 5 would have learned his lesson about trusting anonymous people on the bulletin and yet here he was doing the same thing again. And now Grell had a name for his roommate, too. Peter. Peter something. There were two of them in this Institute, perhaps more. He'd need to pay a little more attention to these Peter people now ( ... )

Re: M67 contentincloset May 12 2010, 04:37:57 UTC

He was used to his roommate by this time, and paid the man as much mind as was usual when Grell was shown into the room. Once he was, Kurogane was able to prepare more than he had been and moved for his closet. The strange clothes for the day had been better than the usual, but they weren't practical for battle. No protection, and they stood out far too much. Not to mention he'd managed to get this week's outfit nearly soaked through from the day's rain.

"Don't call me 'sir'," he ended up saying, by reflex if nothing else, when Grell questioned him. Fai's nicknames had come and gone finally, and he didn't want anything other than his name now. Things were easier that way. Less annoying, less complicated. "It's Kurogane. And I'm just going out," he answered as he pulled the wet, green shirt from his back.

Re: M67 deadlyjuliet May 12 2010, 09:52:32 UTC

Grell recoiled a bit at Kurogane's refusal of his manners, but recovered when the man kept talking. Even if Grell could care less about his roommate, he had to put on appearances that he did. Geoffrey, the little butler, whoever he was supposed to be, was the sort of person who did care, who would care and would keep asking after another person while simultaneously trying to stay out of the way. Grell had become used to such a role when in the Darres household, so playing it here was nothing more than a minor annoyance at most.

"Y-yes, si-- Mr. Kurogane." It seemed like he was about to say 'sir' again, but bit his bottom lip to keep it from slipping out. As soon as Kurogane began to strip off his wet clothes, however, Grell turned away, covering his face with his hands. "I-I see. You have associates waiting for you?"

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M12 oftemptation May 11 2010, 21:50:20 UTC

They had made it back. Strange, to think of seeing the familiar halls, walls, and small rooms as being something lightly comforting, but...they were. It was far better than the alternative, at least. Familiar ground and the advantages it had were far, far better.

Endrance wanted to immediately change into his clothing from home, but had to humor his nurse for just a few minutes, as wasteful as that seemed. He pulled on that t-shirt and sweatpants and sat down, feeling some of the stress start to abate just a little. He wouldn't lie and say he wasn't tense, but...it was better than the alternative. That was as good as he could ask for, given the circumstances.

And they had been 'nice' enough to make vegetarian curry, and despite his usual lack of appetite, he heard his stomach growl lightly. Well, time to handle that much...

Re: M12 rocksthecourt May 16 2010, 03:38:50 UTC

Somehow, humoring the nurse seemed far more irritating now than it had earlier that morning. Mainly because she felt the need to lecture him as though he were a 5-year-old who'd been caught with his hand in a cookie jar. So disappointing, try to behave, get a good night's rest, please don't give me that look... Ach, it was endless ( ... )

Re: M12 oftemptation May 16 2010, 04:01:51 UTC

Endrance could sympathize with the feeling Klavier had towards the nurses, particularly the especially overbearing one his roommate was dealing with at the moment. He shot the woman a dark look as she left the room, shaking his head with disapproval before turning and nodding once.

"I...I'm feeling a bit better, yes...thank you," he answered. The words were slow, a little nervous, but genuine. "I would normally dread going into town, especially given last week, but...despite the weather, it was...surprisingly pleasant. The lack of a detour on the way home helped, too," he added, a moment later.

"I do hate overbearing nurses, though..." Endrance gestured with one hand towards the door. "I'm sorry you seem to have been stuck with one who insists upon being so."

It was the most he'd spoken to his roommate since that disastrous 'real life' incident a few weeks ago, and even that was halting, a bit slow at times, but. Small steps, no?

Re: M12 rocksthecourt May 16 2010, 23:00:00 UTC

The smile spread just a little wider and he exhaled briefly through his nose in a bit of a laugh. "The concerned mother act does get a bit old after a few minutes, ja? I suppose as long as they keep themselves from bringing us warm milk, it is bearable enough."

It depended on whether one believed in the innocence of the staff here. He honestly wasn't sure what to think of the subject anymore. Too much contradicted, too much made no sense.

He looked down at his own food unenthusiastically. He really should eat, seeing as he hadn't all day. Seeing as he hadn't much all week. Sigh. He poked at the food a little. "I felt the same way. I was afraid what happened last time was a regular occurrence. ...Or perhaps it is and we simply aren't there to witness it this time." Why? What was the point of showing them that? How was it important? He looked back to Endrance, slightly hesitant to press for more information considering how the other man looked. But in the end, he always went through with it. "Ah. What do you mean by 'lack of a detour