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Tweak says, "say-whaaaaaat?"

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as before, he found that the sink was now far larger than could possibly be practical, and the tiny shower had been replaced by an elaborate jacuzzi/waterfall combination.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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the_almighty_me
2008-06-16 04:36 am UTC (link)

As the Doctor spoke to him, Doumyouji listened for a moment, his head tilted slightly to one side. He still wasn't sure why a doctor was in charge of a ship, but then, upon reflection, it was possibly one of the less strange things he'd encountered thus far. It didn't quite rank up there with a sentient planet, nor golems - who he was still trying to avoid as much as possible. They unnerved him (not that he'd admit it). "What kind of ship?" He asked curiously. He hadn't remembered seeing any large bodies of water - well, large enough for a ship, and during his stay here thus far, he still hadn't encountered anyone who had specifically explained that spaceships existed. At the Doctor's advice, however, Doumyouji looked away from the table with a sigh. Why, he wondered, did it matter to these people how he planned on spending his time here? He could wallow in self-pity if he wanted to (although there was a small part of him that knew the Doctor was right, but his pride wasn't something that would allow him to admit it). Despite that, the Doctor's words reminded him (somewhat, and it was only ever so slight) of Rui. It was something that he might say, just less blunt. Of course, the chances of getting through to him were only a little likelier when Rui was concerned.

Doumyouji looked distinctly unimpressed with Jun's words, but managed to resist the urge to hit the boy. There would have been a time where he wouldn't have thought twice about the matter, but as it was, he did nothing. He decided from this point forth, he would simply ignore the boy, and hope that he wouldn't have to have any dealings with him. Ever. Pointedly not looking at him whilst he spoke, Doumyouji took another bite out of his apple, trying not to appear in slightly interested in the other people who were him, although the wide-eyed expression of shock that appeared on his face when aliens were mentioned more or less destroyed that image. He said nothing about Jun's comment, clearly directed at himself. Working alongside the people that were keeping them there really didn't strike him as anything remotely nearing a good idea.

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