Day 52: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

The intercom jingle was slightly different for this shift, almost as if it had gone up in quality. The Head Doctor gave a sigh of relief, his own voice clear as a bell despite the usual electronic buzz

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M27

[7_to_midnight]

Sylar was in a damn good mood, one of the best he'd ever had ever since he got tossed in this dead-end drag of a multidimensional nuthouse. Even the prospect of spending dinner with Spock wasn't getting him down, not with the tool that he'd so neatly added to his collection today. He wasn't about to overestimate his strength - a fatal flaw that he'd made here in the past - but it was one very big step in a beautifully big direction. Peter, Claire, Elle - none of them would see him coming until he was too close to stop. More than that, he could be clever, subversive. He could use Peter's friendly face to get juicy tidbits about his personal life and his efforts against the Institute, all exactly the kind of ammo that Sylar could put to use in his own plans. Even better? He could start trying to get around the memory gap between him and the blondies, figure out exactly what he was meant to accomplish back home and how he could use it against them

Re: M27

[dual_worlds]

The chess game from last shift had certainly been interesting. It had been a long time since he had encountered an individual who could put up such a challenge; in fact, since receiving his Grandmaster title, Spock played with a computer more often than not because it was one of the few opponents that was guaranteed to give an optimal performance every time (so long as it was functioning properly). Yet Kirk had managed to exceed his expectations in almost every way, to the point that his invitation to play together had ultimately ended in a draw

[7_to_midnight]

Sylar grinned a mouth full of teeth at his nurse as she set down the tray of food in front of him. For once, he felt like he could enjoy the aroma of the food before he dug into it, and although Spock's all-too-familiar voice was an unwelcome intrusion in Sylar's thoughts, it wasn't necessarily a disturbing one. Sylar glanced up at his roommate, raising a brow at both the nature of the comment and the fact that Spock had said anything at all. Did this mean they'd finally gotten past the 'awkward silence stage' in a permanent way?

"That's probably because I am," Sylar replied easily, pulling apart the pair of cheap chopsticks that the nurse had left on the tray. Soft wood; no weapon potential. Bummer. "I think I might've finally made a breakthrough on a little project of mine."

He positioned the chopsticks in his hand and then started in on the chicken bits, contemplating Spock's actions all the while. Clearly, the guy had some common sense when it came to reading people, even if it was the same kind of observational prowess that a

[dual_worlds]

Spock wasn't aware of any long-term goals Gabriel might have made, but he sounded as thought he had made significant progress on one of them. He regarded his roommate with muted curiosity, but didn't speak until he had taken a bite of food and swallowed

F4

[thatdamnedninja]

It had been a long day.

A long, long… long day.

It could've been worse, Yuffie reminded herself sharply, as she slipped into the now horribly familiar trappings of F4. Her growing collection of origami shapes and animals sat, (blindingly) colorful and welcoming on her desk; her clothes were tucked away in her wardrobe; her shuriken was safely under the bed, and-

- and there was a sword under her blankets.

"The hell?"

No, it wasn't… It wasn't just any sword, Yuffie discovered, as she jumped up and tore back the sheets she'd just sat down on. Of course it wasn't just 'any' sword; weapons didn't fall into people's laps around here. It was her sword, the one she'd lent to Cloud. But, how…? … Oh. Oh. "Man, what an idiot," she said to herself. Leavin' his sword behind like that-how careless could you get

M73

[stlg13bomber]

Carter wasn't sure what the odd stuff on his dinner tray tonight was, but it was definitely unAmerican. There were long crunchy things that upon dissection appeared to be deep-fried vegetables, soup with cubes floating it, and a large bowl of rice as if they were Japanese rather than regular people.

And green tea ice cream? With beans? That had to be against the Geneva Prisoner of War convention.

"Boy, you know who's really crazy? The kitchen staff," Carter joked as he prodded a piece of chicken teriyaki with his fork. "You really think anyone eats this stuff?" At least it smelled good. He would have to try it, for the sake of multiculturalism and his stomach.

Italian games, Jap meals, and British professors. Carter wondered how the Future kept everyone's culture straight.

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[stlg13bomber]

"But it's got beans in it!" Carter said in a tone of horror and shock. "Why would you put beans in ice cream? Even green ice cream?"

Still, Arthur seemed to trust it. Carter picked up a piece of vegetable tempura between two fingers and looked at nervously, as if it were a wriggling worm he'd been dared to eat by his fellow schoolboy.s He closed his eyes and took a tiny little bite that earned him only the crunchy shell rather than any actual nutritional content.

"It's not so bad," he admitted before taking a larger bite that actually included some vegetable this time. Kinda squishy. Like fried chicken without the seasonings and with carrots instead.

M42

[scalyfishman]

So why the Pit hadn't Hime gotten back to him yet? Even with a little chat with S.T. under his belt, Depth Charge still found himself skulking back to his room under cover of his own personal LBC: Little Black Cloud. And this wasn't even your regular cumulonimbus, either, this was the fine, irritated, pollutant stuff. He couldn't work out why it was bothering him- it wasn't like she was difficult to miss, there were enough blonde women in the Institute that she'd probably just flown under his radar- but it wasAnd so, the Maximal descended on his room with the silent heaviness of a stealth bomber, albeit one that made a beeline for its set of drawers and dragged out its two-way radio. Even so, he hesitated as his fingers played over the buttons; should he wait until after dinner? Like it or not, there was a slim chance that someone's favourite Nurse Busybody would come knocking just as he buzzed her up, and that situation could only end in both of them getting their slag confiscated. He had to wait

[scarefaux]

His conversations with Mele, Scar, and the kitten aside, the Scarecrow felt he hadn't accomplished much during the day. He had done an awful lot of thinking, more about the Special Counseling and the Sleep Studies than a man without a brain should have. He'd already resolved he wasn't going to find his body- not anytime soon, at least. Nobody even knew where the entrance to the third floor was, and he couldn't figure it out without his brain

[scalyfishman]

Heels of his palms skill across his eyes, Depth Charge heard the Scarecrow come in before he saw him, and he immediately moved to make himself seem a little less... well. Moody. There was no need to worry the guy when he had enough on his plate as it was. It was kind of a surprise to see him standing next to his desk when he lowered his hands, but frankly he was too beat to be spooked by the Scarecrow of all people. All the motion sensors in the world couldn't make him jump for him.

"I'm fine," he answered, a little tersely at first, but then he let out another one of those long sighs he'd been holing up in his chest for a while. It helped his tone, at least: when he spoke again he sounded more resigned than irritated, preferable since he didn't especially want to take it out on his roommate. "A friend of mine didn't check in is all.."

The crazy part was, for a klik there he'd pretty much decided that Hime could safely be called a friend. You didn't spend all night long jumping out of windows and knocking the skulls off of zombies

[scarefaux]

And there Depth Charge went, predictably saying he was fine when he didn't look at all well. It seemed to be a running theme with a lot of the people the Scarecrow had met. While he couldn't speak for other people, he was sure Depth Charge just didn't want him to worry. It was understandable- he'd felt sheepish himself over causing a fuss on more than one occasion. Then again, that was when he could fall apart and put himself back together again with no trouble; things were different now.

"Didn't check in?" he asked, heading back to his desk for a bite to eat. He'd be sorry later if he didn't at least try the food. While he was at it, he fished his flashlight from his desk drawer. "Maybe they just didn't know to do so? You don't suppose something could have happened to 'em, do you?"

Oh, the possibilities! The Scarecrow didn't like to think of all the things that could have happened to someone who'd gone missing: Sleep Studies, Special Counseling, witch attack, or worse. His only hope was that there'd be something that

f34

[vitale]

By the time dinner rolled around, Bella was exhausted not only physically, but mentally. The day had started off fine - she had spoken to Laura and spent a little time in the Sun Room ... but lunch had just thrown her completely off, and now she was feeling the aftershock.

Sighing when she entered the room, she was somewhat relieved to not see Claire there yet. She wanted to be alone for a few minutes to compose herself, and she rubbed her fingertips over her eyes to try and calm herself down. She had to mentally prepare for what exactly was going to happen tonight. What she knew so far was that Venom was going to come and take her to Edward (which she still didn't like. At all. She was not a child, and therefore didn't want to be treated like one.) ... that was, if she stayed behind and waited for him. But really

[autophoenix]

Luckily, by the time she was being guided back to her room for dinner, Claire had mostly put the problems that Elle's meeting with Sylar had caused behind her. She'd done a good job of convincing herself that she probably didn't need to go seek Elle out to protect her, but rather, should probably find Peter to tell him about what had happened to Elle while they were busy before. That way, it wouldn't happen again. Hopefully. None of them needed to be caught alone by Sylar in the dead of night. Not when most of them had already had the bad experience of having it happen before.

She smiled at Bella as she came into the room with her dinner tray, setting it down at her desk but not looking altogether too interested in touching it. It took a split second for her to realize her roommate wasn't looking like her usual bubbly and optimistic self. Food long forgotten, she grabbed the chair from her desk and dragged it over to the side of Bella's bed, taking a seat and reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, you okay?"

[vitale]

Bella hadn't even noticed that Claire had entered the room, as lost in thought as she was. Where would she be able to get something to hold the blood -

However, when she heard the sound of the chair scraping against the floor, she knew that her roommate was there, and that she had no more time to simply sit and sulk. Moments later Claire's hand was against her shoulder, and Bella pulled her hands away from her face, running her fingers through her bangs, causing her hair to become as disorganized as Edward's normally was.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she lied. Seconds later the lie was pulled back when a sudden realization struck her.

Claire's blood. The super healing blood

[autophoenix]

The admission of the lie excused the lie itself, which Claire could easily identify the minute it came out of Bella's mouth. She was used to telling people she was fine when she wasn't, the difference was Bella was the better person here and was more willing to be forthcoming with the fact that she was the furthest thing from fine