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Tweak says, "You mother forker"

Marcus (marcus_cole) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-10 07:03:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 2, ichinomiya jun, marcus cole, the doctor, tsukasa doumyouji

WHO: Marcus and open to anyone without a thread for Day 2
WHAT: Meeting some fellow ~~inmates~~ inhabitants over breakfast
WHEN: Day 2, morning
WHERE: Restaurant
STATUS: Complete
RATING: PG for now

Marcus awoke in an unfamiliar room. Unlike the day before, the walls were no longer plain white, but were shining grey marble. Elaborate steel fixtures held many candles to light the space, and ornate draperies hung artistically. His bed was firm, but much wider than he'd remembered, and he now slept under a luxurious comforter. Since joining the Rangers, he'd had to sleep in some very spare arrangements. His cell had been small and bare, and on missions he'd even had to sleep on the ground sometimes. He had never slept in luxury like this, and he could have sworn he no longer felt the desire to. Nevertheless, from what Tonks had told him the day before, this was still his own room, now shaped to his subconscious whims. Where the hell had it got this concept?

Sitting up, he swung his legs over onto the floor and was delighted to find that everything he wanted immediately was in easy reach. Marcus slipped into a pair of shoes, and tossed a black tunic over his body. He made his way to the formerly simple bathroom for his usual purposes. Not nearly as astonished as before, he found that the sink was now far larger than could possibly be practical, and the tiny shower had been replaced by an elaborate jacuzzi/waterfall combination. He had to admit, he liked the ferns, but couldn't imagine taking a bath in the mini-pool.

After he emerged from the bathroom, Marcus got himself fully dressed and headed down to the restaurant for breakfast. He'd felt no ill effects from the food he'd eaten yesterday, and was determined to be more adventurous this time. What could he order that they couldn't possibly have? Making his way across the courtyard, Marcus could see that he wasn't the only person with an interest in breakfast. He wondered about his fellow prisoners, and decided to meet more of them. Finding a table with a couple of other people already seated at it, he took a seat.

"Good morning, everyone. Enjoying our breakfasts? My name's Marcus. I only arrived yesterday. How about you?"

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marcus_cole
2008-06-11 10:51 pm UTC (link)

Marcus regarded each of the people at the table in turn. Doumyouji seemed to be a fairly regular sort. He acted as unhappy to be in this place as Marcus felt. The Doctor certainly had the air of an educated man, though an equally unhappy one. The way he referred to himself as the Doctor, Marcus wondered if he had been drafted as the prison's medical professional. If so, Marcus wondered if he knew who had conscripted him. Finally, Jun, a rather polite young man. Marcus noticed his apron, and remembered seeing him at work in the kitchens.

All human; one English, two Japanese; two recent arrivals, one apparently a resident. That was interesting. Jun was the first worker Marcus had seen that didn't look like some sort of artificial construct. Of course, with that green hair he could very well be a very realistic android.

Marcus slid into a chair at the table, radiating friendliness and far more optimism than the Doctor and Doumyouji showed combined. Quickly ordering a bowl of granola with a side of fresh fruit and yoghurt, Marcus turned to address his new companions.

"Sorry, Doumyouji, I'm just making conversation. Pleased to meet you all. Jun, why don't you have a seat? First things first. Can anyone tell me where we are? Doctor, Jun, you two work here. What is this place?"

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