Day 50: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

As expected, after the allotted amount of time had passed, the nurses started to move through the waiting rooms to inform the visitors that it was time for them to leave, whereas in the Sun Room King Kong was turned off and the staff quickly sprung to action to put the equipment away

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M62

[perfectrecord]

[OOC: One of these days, I WILL NOT BE UTTER FAIL AT A DINNER SHIFT. >:[ Hopefully, this one might be it! (Major apologies for the previous ones to Kat, ORZ.)]

von Karma was only marginally grateful to be led back to his room after the psychologically-charged meeting he had just had. What in bloody hell did Martin Landel think he was doing, sending those two frauds who looked, sounded, and even acted nearly like Lena and Sophie?! And then to insinuate that he was abandoning his family in favor of one of his students?!

Then almost as though perfectly timed, a name flashed into his mind. Edgeworth.

...Blast it! He had never abandoned Franziska for that miserable brat! Never! Just because he had been focused on giving the Edgeworth bloodline its due did not imply neglect of his own von Karma legacy.

In fact, he even had evidence to the contrary: his own progeny was prepared and ready to interrogate him tonight over this alleged attack upon the Edgeworth spawn two weeks and one night ago. Needless to say, he was hardly

[war_wounds]

Today had been, as usual, unproductive. Picking at his fuel (once again blissfully carcass-free), Ratchet mulled over his options for the night. No matter where he aimed to go, it didn't seem too likely he'd get there if the building kept shifting around like it had last night. In any event, he needed to find some kind of clue as to where his real body was being kept. It had to be somewhere.

Sighing, he shoved the fuel around on the plate. Of course, even if he found his chassis, he had no idea how he'd ended up in this one. "You've been here longer than I have," he said, pointing at his roommate with his fork. "I don't suppose you've run across any robots?" He thought for a moment. "Or an ambulance, maybe?" He didn't have very high hopes, but it couldn't hurt to ask, assuming the man would be civil for once.

[perfectrecord]

Of course. It was too much to hope for that he would have just one evening all to himself, wasn't it? Of all the patients who were left without roommates for any period of time, why in blazes couldn't he be one of them?!

But at least this evening, Mr. Ratchet seemed less... objectionable than he had been before. It was just as well. Perhaps it was the cold that von Karma was still fighting off, or perhaps it was what he was about to face once dusk fell, but right now, he wasn't in the mood to argue. To anyone who looked upon him, the complexion of his face was more pallid than usual, and the bags under his eyes were noticeably darker.

For a moment, he remained silent while slicing up the steak into pieces small enough for his stomach to handle. Not that he had much appetite. "Ambulances? Hah. In case you haven't noticed, Mr. Ratchet, this is far from a conventional and legally run hospital. As for 'robots'... hmph." He shook his head at this ludicrous turn of conversation. "Unless you count the lunatics on the bulletin

[war_wounds]

No luck, then. Ratchet wasn't sure what he'd been expecting. If his chassis was in here, it probably wasn't anywhere easily accessible. He only hoped it wasn't being tampered with. "They'd better not dismantle me," he grumbled to himself. At his current size and strength, it would take ages to put himself back together if some humans with blowtorches decided to get curious.

Starscream he'd already heard about; as far as Ratchet knew, the 'Con was safely offline. Either way, it was clear that Von Karma hadn't seen what Ratchet was looking for.

Halfheartedly forcing down some of his own fuel, Ratchet noticed that his roommate looked somewhat listless as well. "What's with you?" he asked, with his usual attention to his bedside manner.

....wow I have not laughed so hard in ages. THAT WAS AMAZING.

[emotionl4arobot]

The day had started out to promising, what with the discovery of the omnicom in his room and catching up with the Doctor as well as having some time to put more thought into his plans here, but after the surprise meeting with Grell and then his discussion with Venom, Brainiac 5 wasn't really in the same good spirits he'd been in during the morning. Fortunately dinner time in his room with Peter offered some measure of relief. Somewhere that he didn't have to worry about Grell suddenly showing up, not to mention someone he could talk to about what had been happening

[emotionl4arobot]

"Well it makes sense," Brainiac 5 answered, relieved that it had just been a dream and nothing too concerning. He backed away a little as Peter stood and made his way over to his own desk and hastily abandoned dinner instead. "Considering how much time we spend running around all night attempting to achieve certain goals, it was either likely that there'd be something to work around limited sleeping hours or that eventually your body will need to catch up."

Settling down into his own chair, Brainiac 5 started picking at his meal, double checking that it didn't contain any meat before he started eating it slowly.

"Not much," he answered carefully. "I spoke with a few different people, but nothing that significant comes to mind."

There was little point in mentioning Grell to Peter, since it would only make the other boy worry, and Brainiac 5 felt he'd done that enough to his roommate. Besides, there was another matter to consider.

"What about your meal? Is it still...?"

F28

[mistressmadgirl]

By the time dinner came around, Agatha was recovered. Mostly. Sort of.

Well, at least her more homicidal impulses had subsided. That Nurse was an annoying lackey of the enemy again, rather than the immediate representation of all that was wrong, and the not-Clays were... well, they were something Agatha would prefer not to think about but which still kind of made her want to hurt something. Von Pinn again, if at all possible, or maybe Landel, you know, while she was daydreaming...

Of course, not being in a killing rage was not exactly the be-all and end-all of things being fine. After being escorted back to her cell, Agatha just ate quickly, her eyes a little too wide and her mind as placidly blank as she could keep it. Which wasn't very.

F28

[scientist_skye]

Ema was escorted into the room a short time after Agatha, still rubbing her eyes from holdover grogginess. She'd convinced the nurses to take her to the library fourth shift--it was the quietest place she could think of, since the Sun Room had been transformed into a movie theater--and curled up in a chair. The next thing the young would-be scientist knew, her nurse was gently shaking her awake and informing her that it was time for dinner. While Ema was slightly surprised that ambient noise from the library didn't keep her awake, she was grateful; the headache that had been slowly increasing in intensity over the course of the day had finally faded to a dull annoyance between her ears.

All things considered, Ema felt pretty all right. Agatha and Lana had been a huge help in the morning, and her discussion with Mr. Gavin hadn't gone nearly as disastrously as it could have. After the previous night, it had been a relatively good day.

One look at Agatha's face suggested that her roommate had not been so lucky. "A-are you okay?"

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[mistressmadgirl]

"I'm fine." Agatha had spent a while as an actress, and might have been expected to be more convincing, but pretending to be someone else entirely was a bit different. Besides, Ema was adorable and harmless and wounded. Agatha's heart wasn't really into lying to her.

It wasn't into talking about the not-Clays either, though, so she grabbed a handful of the fries for work-snacking and then crossed to the closet where, yes, there was that precious toolbox. "You know, I've had this idea for making your broken light into some kind of electrical weapon. I'm not sure yet how much power I'd have to work with, but even with a little it would be better than something like a pointy stick..."

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[scientist_skye]

Agatha was obviously not fine, but Ema could also tell that she didn't want to talk about whatever was bothering her. Despite her curiosity, she left the topic alone; she wasn't all that adept with emotional conversations, anyway. If Agatha would rather talk about science, they would talk about science.

Ema sat on her bed and started eating a few of her steak fries as she listened to Agatha discuss her plans. "I'm not sure how much power you can get from AA batteries--that's what powers the flashlight--but it's definitely better than no weapon at all. Have you made any progress?"

M110

[idontregret]

Heat sat at the head of his bed, arms not so much crossed as wrapped around himself, and stared blankly at the opposite wall. His food was, of course, forgotten on his desk. The smell of it caused the hungry emptiness of his stomach to be all the more apparent.

All he could see at the moment was Seraph's smiling face. Who knew how long it would be until he got to see it again? There was no denying that Landel had won this round, leaving him in mental anguish for the rest of the evening. The demon was almost glad for the hunger, as it served as a reminder of his true self and could keep him focused that night. He'd have to hunt, or the incident with Roland would repeat itself and there were no other comrades of his here to help him.

But for now, he was content just to sit and replay the events of the last shift in his head until the doors opened again.

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[brooklynisangry]

Aw, why'd that movie have to end? Sure, it looked like a more chunky, more stupid-sounding giant Etemon went after a lady who could screech like nothing else and then just hung around looking confused until he fell and died and that was pretty depressing, but still!

At least the food looked good, and that was something. Didn't look like anything he was used to. "Hey, wha's this stuff?" he said, pointing to the yellow things. That got him a funny look from the nurse lady for some reason he didn't get. "They're french fries, Derek. You must have had them growing up in New York, didn't you?" "...Fried what?"

And then the nurse lady just sort of... ignored him after that and told him to have a good night, then left. He turned to his roommate, still confused. "Seriously, fried what? I ain't ever seen this stuff before."

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[idontregret]

"French fries," Heat grumbled from the bed. He only knew the name because he'd heard it before in the Institute, but as for why they were given the name he couldn't rightly say. "Doesn't even matter what they're called. Just eat 'em."

That was probably a silly thing for the demon to say, given that he didn't plan on eating his own meal, but his roommate had broken him out of his thoughts, leaving reality to come crashing back down in their place. He shrugged off the robe he'd been wearing since his time out in the Courtyard earlier that day and slid off the bed. Lacking much to do in the way of keeping his mind off things, he began checking to make sure everything was where it should be - his weapons, the strange stuffed cat, and everything else. His flashlight was still missing, but ultimately that might not prove to be too much of a problem.

Once that was finished, he glanced over at his own dinner and said as an afterthought: "You want mine? You can have it."

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[brooklynisangry]

"Aren't there humans called French?" Didn't look like bits of fried people, or whatever he thought that would look like, he didn't know. He'd only just set bits of their clothes on fire before.

"Uh, sure. You ain't gonna have any?" And just because he couldn't keep his mouth shut, "Where'd you get that cat doll from?" Sort of reminded him of Ai and Mako, only they had that bear. He really hoped they were keeping to their promise not to fight anymore, at least for that thing's sake, they'd already pulled the arm off of the bear before.

M60

[tsunagari]

Without even realizing he was doing it at first, Sai paced back and forth down the middle of the room, lost in thought. He had to meet with Artemis that night, but at the same time steer clear of Okita. That could prove to be a difficult task. He didn't think the other man knew where they were headed, so once they'd gotten outside and over the walls they would hopefully be fine. Unfortunately, he didn't know that for a fact, and getting that far in the first place might prove difficult - especially since Okita had seen him with Artemis the night prior and could get to him by following the boy. The smarter thing to do would be to avoid meeting up that night at all, but Artemis needed his help...

The ninja stopped at the desk when he finally caught what he was doing and stared at the dinner set there. As usual, he took the cheesecake and set it at Honey's place. He regretted not asking for more salad as he took a seat and just stared at the steak for a while. This whole situation was problematic.