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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M28

[justthedealer]

Sheets? Remy's fingers closed into a fist, gripping the fabric tight to assure him that he was indeed laying on a bed. It wasn't even his bed, and he could tell this right away from the feel of the mattress beneath him. Had he been out for long enough that they'd perhaps dragged him to the infirmary? Cannonball could pack quite a punch

M41

[osreborn]

Norman awoke quite calmly, eyes opening slowly to a nondescript ceiling. It registered immediately that he was not in the same facility he had been when he had fallen asleep. That was not amiss either. SHIELD must have relocated him to a separate facility. His eyes flicked around the room suspiciously for cameras, for mirrors, anything that Tony Stark may be watching him from.

There was another bed in his room as well. That was a change. Norman wasn't usually put with roommates. Hadn't ever been; they usually knew better than that. He was quiet for a long while, simply observing his room. His clothes were gray, not orange. He was almost dressed as if he were in a hospital, but that obviously was not the case.

His teeth bared, knuckles clenching white around the sheets of his bed and narrowing his eyes until there was only a slight hint of the blue of his irises from the shadows.

"Son of a bitch, Stark." His voice was a hiss. "Lousy little cowardly--The door opened, snapping his attention to the woman standing there. He didn't

Outside M26

[beastlyred]

Left to his own devices, Jr. was usually slow to rise when there was nothing major going on. Since the Elsa has left for Lost Jerusalem, his days had mostly been filled with boredom and teasing Allen about various things, leaving him in no great hurry to get out of bed. Things had settled into a pattern, of sorts, that usually started with Mary pulling his sheets off of him to wake him up. Today, there was no sheet yanking, but a fit of coughing that jolted him awake with a start. Blue eyes snapped open and the very first thing he noticed wasn't where he was, but what he felt. A second heartbeat, just off pattern from his own in the right side of his chest, comfortingly familiar yet disturbingly wrong. It was a feeling he'd grown up with, but one that had died over a year ago, along with his twin. Was he dreaming? This definitely wasn't the men's quarters on the Elsa, and the redhead was prone to strange dreams, though they were more commonly outright nightmares, especially one's pertaining to his twin. But his dreams generally had

Re: Outside M26

[beastlyred]

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M60

[mirrorbirth]

When Asch opened his eyes, there was a distinct and quite unmistakable sense of wrongness to it, something that couldn't really be explained with mere words. He looked up to see white walls and a white ceiling, and for a moment it seemed normal enough - he'd last been in Eldrant, after all, where the default decor seemed to be nothing but white, white, white - until his memory caught up with him and he remembered what, exactly, he'd been doing in those final moments.

Final was the right word for them, that was for sure; he'd been dying. It wasn't like he knew what the afterlife was like, or if there even was one, but he was fairly certain this wasn't it. He felt too alive for that. ...Too alive to be dead? What a ridiculous notion

[mirrorbirth]

Delusions? His family? What the hell was she talking about? There was nothing wrong with him, and his so-called "family" had been lost to him for eight years by now. Regardless of how they felt about him, they had no control over where he was or what he chose to do with his life. That was what they had the replica for, after all.

This was beyond ridiculous, and a complete waste of his time. Scowling, he brushed past her and headed for the door, no longer listening to her chatter as she scurried after him, with a pair of slippers which he callously ignored. He was going to find his boots, dammit, and the rest of his things, and there was nothing she could do about it

M10

[doyoustillsee]

“ ‘Alma.’ Do you know that name? …You do, don’t you?”

Kanda came awake with a jerk, sitting bolt upright in the bed--too fast for it to really register that his surroundings were unfamiliar. Half a second later, though, with his back pressed against the nearest wall, there was no way he could miss the drastic change in scenery.

…Speaking of missing…There was a rather comical flurry of movement as Kanda searched in vain for Mugen, but the sword was nowhere to be found; not a comfortingly familiar weight at his hip, not tangled in the bed sheets, not propped against the wall or the desk or the bedframe. Not that he’d really expected to find it, since he’d been knocked unconscious…captured

Re: M10

[damned_nurses]

A very small part of the nurse had been hoping that Mr. Katou would be reasonable, but clearly that had been naive of her. When her wrist was grabbed, she let out a small gasp, but maintained enough composure to not scream. After all, he wasn't hurting her, just threatening her. Maybe she could still talk him down...

She stared into his eyes, swallowing back her fear as she tried to reason with him. "You're in Landel's Institute," she answered, giving the response that they were all supposed to give. "We're here to try and help you, so please, if you could just get your shirt on, then we can take you out to get some food."

Sometimes the promise of food was enough to convince people. Sometimes getting the name of where they were also did the job. But that remained to be seen, and the nurse was still prepared to call for help if necessary.

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Re: M10

[doyoustillsee]

Kanda's glare only intensified, his grip tightening despite the woman's seeming nervousness--it could all be for show, after all. It wouldn't be the first time an Akuma had tried to play on an Exorcist's emotions (though it was an attempt doomed to failure whenever Kanda was involved). Mostly, though, his reaction was in response to her answer...which didn't really qualify as an answer in Kanda's mind, because it didn't actually tell him anything.

Landel's? Where the hell was that? He'd never heard of it, but he recognised the antiseptic smell of a hospital, and that only made him more wary and irritable.

"I don't know what you and that jackass Millennium Earl of yours are planning...and I don't give a damn." By now, he was definitely twisting the nurse's arm, probably pretty painfully. "I'll kill you all either way."

If she was an Akuma, there was no way she wouldn't fight back in response to a challenge like that; and if she was just a normal human, well. It was a mistake he could easily justify--better safe than sorry.

Re: M10

[damned_nurses]

It seemed that it had been wishful thinking when she'd hoped that the patient might calm down, as his grip on her wrist only became more painful, causing the woman to try and twist her body so that the strain wasn't so great. She winced her eyes closed for a moment, wondering why it was that she'd decided to take up such a difficult profession. But she knew the answer, and it was because she'd wanted to help people.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, her tone pained as she stared the patient in the eyes, trying to get through to him against all odds. "Now, if you don't let me go and calm down, then I'm going to have to sedate you."

She didn't want to have to do that, just like she didn't want to have to call for help, but the patient wasn't giving her many options. He was sort of twisting her arm -- literally, in this case.