Day 52: Intercom, Dawn

[damned_intercom]

There was no telling if the next announcement came hours or minutes after the previous one, but regardless of that, it did come on with the onset of dawn. Like clockwork, like always, someone was there to greet the half-groggy patients as they woke up in their beds

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[emperesse]

To say it was unusual to wake up somewhere that was not her bedroom was an understatement. Though she took frequent vacations in other countries and grew used to the nature of the SEES dorms, this was different; her bed wasn't in the shape or with the amount of comfort that she was accustomed to. The walls were plain and white where she preferred more to work with. Furthermore, she simply felt uncomfortable; the air was stale, as if it was a medical center

M110

[angeritself]

Something foul. Something foul was waking him up. Something in the air, sound or a smell, sound, like someone needed to learn to cover her mouth, did she want to get him sick, did she want him to catch a cold and die?

Heiwajima Shizuo did not, exactly, think that. He wasn't conscious enough, lucid enough, for even that small kick into fury. It served to wake him sour, a scowl already playing at his lips. The more important question should have been, who the hell was in his apartment? A sense of that disruption had hit him, so his eyes opened narrow. The ceiling. The feel of the bed, whether the pillow under head head or the sheets, the blanket. It felt different.

Shizuo sat up, pushing away the coverings with a surly hand, confronted now with the white walls. The other bed. The desk, drawers closet. The drab gray uniform on his body. He'd been in the hospital enough to get a vague sense of familiarity from this, but not all of it. Something still struck as off; the odor behind the medicine. Things weren't always so clear, when he

[damned_nurses]

Even with the heavy, unbreakable door that was in place between the room and the hallway, this new patient's screaming could be heard loud and clear. It was possible that some of his roommates could even hear the ruckus he was making, as a steady rhythm of banging that could only be caused by tossed furniture was added to the racket

[angeritself]

When angry (like a burr, stuck and sticking, this doesn't feel the same), to say that Shizuo had a low comprehension level would be to make a vast understatement. The situation was already confusing enough, with not a single thing as it should be. It took a moment for the name she had called him to sink in, to filter through the haze (not as thick as he knew it), and another moment to realize that she'd said it like it was his name.

A beat passed in which Shizuo, wielding hangers (three shirts, one coat, one sweatshirt), shirtless, stared at the nurse. No sense, nonsense, it didn't make a damn bit of sense, not a single fucking whit of it, not a bit, with an incoherent shout, he freed his right hand of its two hangers (coat and sweatshirt) by flinging them across the room.

"Who the hell is Mr. Peace? Do you think calling me Mr. Peace like I'm somebody else will make me forgive you? I get it, I fucking get itHis teeth bore in a wide, enraged grin. "That flea told you I was this Mr. Peace, now I'm here, with these shitty clothes in

[damned_nurses]

The lack of a shirt hadn't bothered her too much. That wasn't too out of the ordinary. Some patients saw the face printed on the uniforms as some sort of threat (she didn't quite understand why, but they were mentally ill), and so they refused to wear the clothing until they were forced. The fact that he was holding clothes hangers (with the clothing still on them) was more abnormal, but--

Either way, Mr. Peace didn't waste any time in trying to use those as projectiles. One got close to hitting her, but she managed to duck out of the way in time. But before she could get a word in edgewise, he started with the shouting again.

"Just listen," she attempted, but the patient continued babbling on about a flea (what was that?), and then came the foul language and the raised tone. "Stop it!" she demanded. What he was saying was completely out of hand, with threats to top it all off. He wasn't threatening her, but before long his fists were doing the talking

outside F6

[thestormishere]

With only that brief break of fresher air, just like that everything went dark and Lightning found herself right back at where she'd started. Gasping in disorientation and alarm, she sat up almost before she was awake at all, turning to glare around the room with her entire body tensed. This place. Considering the unknown nature of likely being knocked out and taken back, finding herself here the second time was even worse than the first

Re: outside F6

[damned_nurses]

"I need backup over here!" The nurse called out once she'd caught her breath after that shove aside. It hadn't been enough to do a lot of damage, but it had knocked the wind out of her. She had sedatives in her pocket, mind, but if she couldn't get close enough to Miss Veton to use them, they were useless.

One orderly went to the nurse's side, to help her get to her feet, while the other dropped low - it was a fighting stance, but it looked like this particular young lady was ready for a fight. He wouldn't be attacking to hurt her, though - only to take her down. His stance was more defensive than anything else.

That wasn't going to be an easy thing with this one, he suspected.

Re: outside F6

[thestormishere]

As if. Once she'd passed her, Lightning ignored the woman and her call for help, heavy footsteps and momentum carrying her farther into the hall. Unconcerned, her gaze over the others already there was extremely brief... save for on the man dressed differently and taking a defensive stance a stride or two in front of her. The so-called 'backup,' presumably, although also unarmed and unarmored. It seemed clear that these people, whoever they were, didn't know of the things she'd taken down before.

This guy? Practically laughable at first glance, but naturally Lightning was far from amused. It was possible that there was something she didn't know yet, but here and now wasn't the time or place for much thought. By instinct, she instantly decided that she would go over them all if she had to, even if the narrow width and height of the hallway made her warier to try it right off

Re: outside F6

[damned_nurses]

That kick connected, sending the orderly slamming into the wall to the right. That gave the second orderly and the nurse an opportunity; while the woman's focus was on the man in front, who was dazed but still trying to get to his feet, the other two came up from behind.

"Miss Veton. You cannot attack the staff members!", the nurse exclaimed, readying one of the syringes she had on her. The other orderly moved to grab her around the waist and hold her still.

M79

[pullstrung]

He'd squeezes his eyes shut, prepared to meet the worst as he sank further and further toward that one place every toy shuddered to think of -- hand-in-hand with his friends, the unbearable heat licking at this face, whetting its appetite for more...

And suddenly the dull roar cut off as if someone flipped a switch, and an odd coolness settled over him. The transition was a relief, but also jarring enough to make him feel sick to his stomach -- but, then, the fact he felt sick at all meant he wasn't dead.

Gasping, Woody's eyes flew open as he bolted upright. "Buzz--!" His eyes frantically darted to his left, his right, and for a brief moment it didn't entirely register that everything around him was built to scale. "Jessie?!"

There was no one there. Instead, it looked like he was trapped in some kind of creepy dollhouse that didn't look as warm or pink as the ones he'd seen before. But why? If this was some kind of weird afterlife, wouldn't Buzz, Jessie and the others have come here with him

Re: M79

[pullstrung]

He had no idea who "Wheeler" was, but Woody wanted this lady to leave so he could have his freak-out in peace, thanks. Unfortunately, she had other plans, and soon she was standing right over Woody's still body. Her presence wasn't nearly as towering as it ought to have been, and yet he didn't move a single muscle even as his eyes and chest began to burn.

At least, he tried not to move a muscle. The strain to keep his eyes from blinking was bad enough, but it was the need for air that made him break his cover. Before he'd realized it, he'd gulped down a sharp breath.

"There, now..." The woman's voice had an almost soothing quality that reminded him of Andy's mother as she reached to grab his arm, her smooth hand wrapping around his wrist.

"Woah, woah, woah--" Woody pulled away from her, and a frown replaced his earlier blank expression from seconds ago. "Who are you? And, and--" He gestured wildly around the room, then at the body that wasn't his. "What's all of this?!Never mind that it felt incredibly wrong to talk to a

Re: M79

[pullstrung]

((To here.))

F20 1/2

[willing_sheath]

Everything was dark with only bare hints of smoky shadow breaking the pitch. Whatever or wherever this was it was cold, the sort that pierced through the body to settle deep in the bones before one would ever know it. Time had no meaning in this darkness, the cold stillness seemed to drag on forever and even then only for a moment-until sound began to leak into the silence, muffled and far away. Shouting voices coming as through gallons of water…

This is the way it should be… so please don’t cry…And suddenly everything was filled with blinding white light: sun reflected off of snow, and the dull cold became sharp prickling needles enough to bring tears to the eyes. She was running-scrambling, really. It was a short distance, a scant ten steps but it felt like miles in the desperation that flooded her being only a few steps and only a few seconds to act before it was too late-and then she was there, haphazardly throwing herself in front of a mountain of a man for the sole purpose of blocking his next blow to the smaller man behind

F20 2/2

[willing_sheath]

“Miss Arisugawa, you gave us quite the shock!”

Tomoe jerked abruptly toward the cheerful voice that had come from the doorway (that until that moment she hadn’t fully noticed) and noted the decidedly Western woman dressed in a short white uniform of sorts entering the room. The woman bustled straight over to her and leaned in with a note of concern-clearly for her harried appearance, red-rimmed eyes and tear stained face. “It seems you must have had a bit of a shock as well-are you alright now