Day 51: Breakfast

[thatdamnedninja]

Yuffie Kisaragi, indomitable bouncing ball of sunshine and unfathomable ebullience, was tired. It'd been a long night full of gibberish and getting nowhere fast

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[knives_throw_u]

Ugh.

Knives wrinkled her nose as she looked at the food being set onto her tray. She supposed it looked tasty enough, but an asylum was like a hospital, wasn't it? That meant the food would stink. Not that she had an appetite; the whole revelations of the morning kind of sapped it away. But she had to keep positive, stay positive. Otherwise she would sit down and cry and wasn't sure she'd be able to stop.

Slowly walking out into the cafeteria, Knives looked around. So many people... It was like being a new kid on the first day of school all over again. She slowly moved to the closest empty table, setting her tray down. She sniffed, nose still a bit runny from when she cried earlier as she looked around.

Maybe - just maybe - she'd see a familiar face.

[This is for Scott Pilgrim!]

[vsyourface]

[OOC: Sorry for the hold-up! D:]

In stunning unison with Peter over in the other patient block, Scott's hands went straight for his crotch upon waking up.

A little grab. A little squeeze. His eyes widened.

Oh. Oh thank sweet Zombie Christ. It's there.

An indescribable sigh of relief followed as he quickly moved on to some other key places. Thankfully, his chest had shrunk from C cup back to A-- cup, and his hips were significantly less curvaceous than the night before. It was official: Scott was 100% male again. Well, unless the Landel had forgotten to clean up a fallopian tube or two and not told him, but for now, the exterior seemed all good, at least.

Slowly, Scott sat up in bed, rubbing his forehead as the events of the night rumbled through his mind for his consideration. One conclusion became pretty darn clear the longer he thought: that had so not been worth their time, and they needed to find a better way into the kitchen. Even with gunshots and horrifically unwanted body modification already on the table, Scott could

[knives_throw_u]

"S-Scott...?"

She wasn't aware just how badly she needed to see someone she knew. It seemed to take a good amount of the weight off her mind, and told her more than anything else that she wasn't crazy. "Scott!" Knives practically threw her arms around him in a hug, closing her eyes tight as happy, relieved tears stung the corners. Scott was here, he was safe, she was alive, and everything was going to be okay.

"What's going on?" she asked as she finally pulled away, "I fell asleep at home, but I woke up here, and this nurse told me my parents sent me here because I'm crazy and they keep calling me a name that's not mine, and..." She stopped, just breathing, the sheer fear of the situation pressing in on her yet again.

[vsyourface]

Scott yelped shortly in surprise when Knives grabbed for him, the sudden shift in gravity pulling the front of his shirt down into his syrupy breakfast a little. The moment of shock had passed soon enough, however. He found himself returning the hug, albeit a bit awkwardly. Back home, he might have been even more awkward about it, considering... Well... Stuff. But after a week plus of dealing with Landel's Friggin' Institute, Scott was so incredibly ready to cling to anyone that was even remotely familiar (and not in a pop culture way), especially after the night he had just been through. The hug tightened as Scott clutched at her more, almost as if to prove to himself that she was actually there.

Awkwardness could not be kept at bay forever, though. Soon enough, Scott pulled back, clumsily swiping at the syrup on his shirt to distract from whatever weird, confused expression he was sure he had on his face. "I don't know what's going on, Knives, but let me tell you: it is messed. Like 'beyond seven evil ex-boyfriends' messed. God,

[knives_throw_u]

"Well," Knives commented, "I already have boobs, so..." She furrowed her brow, but then shook her head. "Anyways, so we're trapped in like, some weird circus freak show that's disguised like an asylum?" The Asian girl bit at her lip gently. "If I had some type of weapon it would be different, but as it is now... Can we even defend ourselves against those freaky things?"

Knives was fortunate enough to come that morning, to not have experienced the nighttime horrors of the Institute, but now that she was here, it was inevitable. "And... multiverses? What does that mean?" Knives had so many questions she couldn't keep them straight.

[vsyourface]

Scott settled back into his seat while Knives absorbed that whallop of information, arms crossed over his chest purposefully. He wished he could have put all that to her some other way, but one, he hadn't started wishing that until after his mouth finished going off, so it was kind of late to do anything about it, and two, it was probably better not to tiptoe around info at Landel's anyway. Knives was going to have to find all this stuff out eventually anyway, right? Best to just get it all out in one big dump

[knives_throw_u]

The girl nodded. "Okay," she said, and then - she smiled. "Well," she said as she bounced back somewhat, "At least we're not alone in this. It sounds like you already have more than a few friends to help out, and I'm sure if I stick with you, I'll be fine till I get a knife on me!" She actually ate a bit of her food, "I can so totally just go with the flow till the nighttime rolls around."

One had to hand it to Knives; she was taking the influx of information rather well. Maybe because of who it was coming from, but in any event, the urge to cry and panic was gone, and that was a definite Good Sign. Yes, it deserved capitals.

[vsyourface]

Even with Scott hoping for the best in dropping that trainload of information on Knives, he was surprised to hear her just accept it all like that. Did she really still trust him that much? Apparently, yes.

"Well, uh, great! Great. I'm glad you're taking it well. Ummmm... So yeah! Sticking with me is a good plan. Probably. At least at night, anyway. During the day, you probably wanna make some connections and stuff. The more people you have to watch your back, the better." Meaning, if you get hurt or die - WHICH YOU WON'T - there's more of a chance it won't be totally my fault, Scott thought with a slight shiver.