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

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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as before, he found that the sink was now far larger than could possibly be practical, and the tiny shower had been replaced by an elaborate jacuzzi/waterfall combination.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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[info]the_almighty_me
2008-06-12 10:59 am UTC (link)
Attention shifting from Marcus to Jun, Doumyouji regarded him for a moment, before returning to his breakfast. It seemed that regardless, he wasn't likely to sit and enjoy ('enjoy' being entirely relative) his breakfast in silence for any longer. At his own home, he'd rarely chosen breakfast; rather, it had simply been served and unless he'd had any particular objections (particular meaning anything at all, no matter how trivial), that was all there was to it. Being faced with a decision had meant dealing with those rock people again, a fact he hadn't enjoyed any more than the day previous. Regardless, he had settled on a rather plain breakfast consisting primarily of a couple of slices of fruit and a cup of tea (he hadn't been in the mood for anything more than that, if he were to be quite honest).

At Marcus' apology, Doumyouji glanced back at him, expression flickering for a moment. "Well, it wasn't a very good conversation", he commented bluntly, taking a bite from an apple, mind briefly wandering to previous conversations with regards to apples he'd had in the past, and how much effect the fruit could have on life and relationships in general (well, for him, at least). "If we were all brought here by this Planet then we're all going to know the same as each other", he added, crossing one leg over the other, deciding the chairs really weren't all that comfortable.

If the others did work here, and were privy to some information that he wasn't, as a 'guest', then they weren't likely to share it. Looking at them for a moment, he pressed his lips together. "If you work here, do you know something I- we don't?"

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