Day 51: Sun Room [Second Shift]

[perfectrecord]

[From here]

Of course. Yet another of his suggestions unheeded. The instant that von Karma entered the Sun Room, he nearly tripped over one of those blasted cats that tried to knead its head against his leg. Since the nurse's watchful eye was upon him, he nudged his foot against the furry nuisance to move it aside so that he could make his way

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[thatdamnedninja]

A five minute run through the shower still beat taking baths in rain barrels, Yuffie had decided, but Plucky didn't seem to think that it was good enough.

"Stop lookin' at me like that," she wheedled at her nurse, as they made their way to the sun room. "It's like, I dunno. You're gonna suck out my soul with your eyes. Kinda creepy." I've got this friend back home, she chattered on silently, he's called Vincent or Vince or Vinny, dependin' on how annoying you wanna be. He stares like that, sometimes. I think he practices it in the mirror. "I'm clean, aren't I?"

It took until Yuffie was running off to find Fuzzbutt the kitten for Plucky to concede the point, and by then it was too late anyway.

"I think I'm losin' my touch," Yuffie confided in the little black ball of fluff, as she settled herself onto one of the couches. Fuzzbutt mreowed disinterestedly, kneading his paws-claws and all-into her leg. She swatted him, then continued, "I haven't messed around on the bulletin in, gawd, must be days now. And I got all serious at Zack.

[noifsandsorbubs]

Now what? There were hours to go before night fell, and since Logan already had a good idea of what he was going to do then, they were set to be the slowest, most pointless hours of all time. For now, though, at least he could hang out where all the daytime action was - near the bulletin board.

But not too near. He didn't want to look too interested. After a quick scan of the room he took a seat near a kid who looked like she was talking to a kitten (but not too near), and propped his elbows on his knees to wait - for what, he wasn't sure. What he really wanted to know was who this 'Mihai' guy was; whether he was real, or just some nurse messing with his head, trying to get him to think he was figuring stuff out when he was really just following a carrot on a stick.

He glanced at the girl with the kitten.

Nah - he looked back at the bulletin board.

You need information and you have nowhere else to get it, pointed out the logical part of his brain, which occasionally sounded a lot like Cyclops. Logan frowned and cracked his

[thatdamnedninja]

The guy who moved to sit nearby was…

… Weird.

He was short-hella short; he looked to be the same height as herself-and yet built like a house. Yuffie eyed him curiously. On second thoughts, the guy was even more built than Barret. That wasn't just weird; it was impressive.

Or it would've been, if she hadn't been… well, her.

For a long moment, Yuffie was sure that the guy was gonna keep on ignoring her. Fine by her; extroversion was cool n' all, but she'd always handled it her own way, on her own terms. If she didn't wanna talk, she wouldn't. If she wanted to, she would. Easy-peasy, no problem! She was company enough for herself, and right then, she had Fuzzbutt.

After a long moment, the guy broke the silence with a crack of the knuckles and a question.

"Yuffie; nice t'meet'cha," she said, with a blasé wave of one hand. Kid, honestly… She was nearly twenty

[noifsandsorbubs]

That was a weird name. On the other hand, so was Tifa. So was Mihai. So was Indiana Jones, for christ's sake. "I'm, uh, Logan," he replied.

Now that that was out of the way, this Mihai thing was still problematic. 'A friend of a friend' was something, maybe, but that she'd only talked to him on the bulletin board was not good. From what he'd seen so far, people only talked on the board for three reasons: one was to get in touch with friends to make sure they were still alive; two, to make thinly veiled plans, and three, to ask questions that pertained to the institute. It was a good bet that her conversation with 'Mihai' had been number three. Maybe that meant he was just trying to figure shit out like the rest of them...and maybe it meant he was nothing but carefully dropped hints and a name.

"Not to sound paranoid - this is gonna sound paranoid," he interrupted himself, scratching his head. "Just bear with me: how do you know this guy's real? You sure your friend's talked to him in person?"

[bitpartgod]

[from here]

Nice and clean in record-breaking time, Kibitoshin made his way to the Sun Room to dry off a little more- it was a miracle his nurse had let him keep a towel to put around his shoulders, given the trouble he'd caused her. He did feel a little guilty about it, but, well, wasn't that an occupational hazard when you worked in a hospital with exceptionally clumsy people? Unsurprisingly, the room was almost completely empty when he entered. Most everyone else was probably still washing or in the arts and crafts room, he guessed. Ah, well. He'd just have to find some way to occupy himself before someone else came along that he could talk to, maybe by reading the bulletin board or

[itneverwas]

[From here]With his silver hair still damp from the recent shower, Xemnas entered the sun room with the intention to look over the bulletin board. Among the sea of irrelevant messages was the potential to hide something of importance, as many patients chose this means to communicate to one another despite everyone being able to read it. Without posting anything written by his own hand, his orange eyes gazed over the messages, filtering away those that were not important to him. Some of the patients spoke of languages and errors in communication, while others spoke of clubs. Eventually, he located a message regarding the so-called 'Arts&Crafts' club, signed by... the Keyblade's Chosen? Ah, so the Bearer of the Keyblade was also imprisoned in these four walls? Remarkable. Reading further along the message, he noticed the added message signed by Riku

[bitpartgod]

It looked like, Kibitoshin spied from the sofa, someone was heading over to von Karma already. It wasn't anyone he recognised and they looked as though they'd probably be tough enough to handle him, but even so he couldn't help but feel a little wring of guilt. No one deserved to face that man all by themselves. Maybe he should have done the good, noble thing and gone over when he'd had the chance, if only to save some other poor unsuspecting person from the fires of overly-critical, steely-eyed hell personifi-

"Ahh-!" Kibitoshin nearly hit the floor. Wh-who'd just spoken!? Who'd said that?! He whipped around, terrified that, somehow, Mr. von Karma would be standing behind him, and saw- Xemnas. The man from the restaurant at Doyleton

[itneverwas]

Kibitoshin had been so fixated upon the man he was hiding for, he had utterly failed to notice all else that occurred around him. A common mistake for a resident of the light, to be so consumed by fear, by emotion, to forget the existence of all else

[scavengerbird]

The sounds of someone moving about nearby filtered through Zevran's sleep, which was receding anyway. There were fragments of a strange dream that involved kidnapping and a handsome young man, but oddly enough, that was about as suggestive as the situation had gotten. This quest of theirs was changing him. He was even beginning to refer to it possessively, as though his role extended beyond necessity and pure chance. The politics of the matter still held little importance to him, except that they were important to Amell. Amell who was both a friend and the one who held his leash. If he wished to survive, he would have to at least care enough to keep moving. And yet, when they were successful, the mage's pride was contagious. Of course, everyone was happy after a job well done, whether they were a revolutionary or an assassin, but there was nothing more genuine than the enthusiasm of a successful hero, Zevran supposed. And the Grey Wardens were nothing if not heroic. Zevran still wasn't entirely sure what people like himself and

[scavengerbird]

"Good morning," he repeated, finding his smile again. "Mistaken identity aside, the offer still stands." Twice mistaken, it seems. It was all for the best, considering how little he desired being found by most people who knew his name. She was stumbling over an indignant refusal, which Zevran would have normally pursued with fervor, but the details surrounding him began to come into focus. The room was like no room he had ever seen. Everything had been painstakingly painted white, from the wood of the furniture to the ceiling. The floor was even a polished white stone. Although there were no windows in the room, the enchanted glass on the ceiling blasted light at them

[scavengerbird]

Zevran had heard someone milling about nearby, but hadn't considered it to be very important until the person-shaped thing in his peripheral vision spoke to him. It was a boy in his late teens, with shaggy brown hair and a gentle sort of face. He was the kind that maids in small towns tittered about and imagined taking them sweetly to roll around in the hay. Zevran had never been much for that type. After all, he was clearly not a youthful milkmaid, which was definitely this boy's demographic. Still, he wouldn't discount the possibility that the fresh-faced boyish charms could contain something more interesting than a stammering virgin

[anemptydecapo]

[ From here]

Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down...

This was ridiculous. This was ridiculous and he didn't appreciate it. He had felt fine a moment ago, claws having rent into his flesh or no. But once he stepped foot into the showers and that heat hit him, it was as if all his energy had been drained from his muscles, leaving his body feeling hollow and his mind spinning and-- sit down.

Nurse pawed ineffectively at his arm as she walked by his side, chastising him more than usual. "I told you to eat something, Vincent! Now look what's-- oh, stop pushing me away, I just want to help-- Vincent, don't even give me that face; I know you're making it. Come on," her fingers finally managed to wrap themselves around his wrist, and she immediately began tugging at him. "Let's just find you a nice seat you can rest on and--"

Unfortunately, her hold didn't last. Weakened or no, the Guild Head still pulled himself from the woman's grip and continued to storm onward. "I can walk by myself." He wasn't a child. He didn't need these

[vitale]

( from here. totes on it. damn coding. )

When Bella entered the Sun Room, the first thing she noticed was that it was practically empty. Towel still in hand, she ran the white fabric over her hair, drying it as much as she could before allowing the towel to drape over her shoulders as she looked for something to do.

Honestly, it wasn't that hard.

Upon sighting the man telling a kitten to "shoo," Bella couldn't help but smile, amused. However, her body froze - she remembered something, something in the back of her mind talking to her, but she couldn't hear it completely. Had someone told her about this random man? Holy deja vu, Batman.Moving towards the couch, she quickly plucked the small cat away from the man's head, holding it in her hands as it squirmed and mewed, trying to get away. "You know, it's easier to just grab them. They can't really do a whole lot of damage." But, of course, at that exact moment, the cat scratched at Bella's hand, and she dropped the small ball of fur onto the couch, frowning and shaking her hand as

[anemptydecapo]

Venom hated cats. The reasons being were superficial, childish, and extremely petty in nature, but ever since he was a boy he could never stand to be around the soulless creatures. They were selfish, misbehaving, attention seeking furballs that would rather bite the hand that attempted to care for them than show any amount of respect back. He stared silently at the one who had chosen to bother him, eyes burrowing into the ones staring back at him as if glaring at it long enough would cause it to flee eventually

[vitale]

Bella shrugged her shoulders, moving around the couch to sit on the other side, grabbing onto the cat and placing it on her lap. "Don't worry about it. It was either it scratched my hand or it scratched your face, so I went with the lesser of two evils." The teenager looked down at the ball of fluff in her lap as it rolled around, and she smiled, petting the small creature between the ears. "And trust me, my hand is fine. I've had much worse than a simple little cat scratch. I'm practically a pro at this kind of pain."

She was glad Edward was nowhere to be found.

Turning towards the man, Bella blinked in surprise at the man's hair, noticing the dyed blue part. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, the voice was talking again, but she promptly ignored it.

"I'm Bella," she said with a slight nod of her head, giving the man a small smile. "I don't think we've met. Well, I know we didn't, because I'd have remembered your ... uh, hair. Pretty cool, by the way."

... She really was never any good at beginning conversations.

[dual_worlds]

((From here.))Now that he had a few moments to himself without a nurse needlessly hovering over him, Spock took the time to check the bulletin board. The captain had not yet posted a message asking for each crewmember's status. Spock knew he would need to locate Kirk in person at some point today, as there were many topics of a sensitive nature that did not need to be discussed over a public forum such as the bulletin board

[quarter_english]

[From here.]Not much stood out on the bulletin board, apart from the reappearance of the daily game of hangman, and the request for more information about Landel's reference to a "certain private meeting

[dual_worlds]

Spock heard another patient approach him, and he looked up from the creature in his lap just as a man seated himself on the same sofa as himself. In this case, however, the position he adopted for the sofa was rather peculiar. His weight appeared concentrated largely on his feet, which were neatly tucked beneath him. Spock glanced at them, and then toward the pair of slippers he'd taken care to remove before settling down

[quarter_english]

The way the man took L in was interesting. Not many people bothered with that kind of thorough observation: a glance at his posture, a glance at his slippers, a careful look at his face. He gave an overall impression of seriousness. So, he is a person who is curious about the world around him...? Yes, perhaps more than most, but why? Inclination, or training, or...?At the same time, the scrutiny was mutual. L combed his fuzzy memory, frustrated--this kind of difficulty was consistent with the effects of a head injury, but he had no knowledge of having suffered one. If he concentrated, he could recall that the details were incorrect. Zach--Zachary?--had had a different hairstyle, different facial expressions, some variation in features. The ears, especially, were notable. (Had Zachary's hair covered the tops of his ears