-Soumi's Room, Elizabeth-
The nurse took the pad when Soumi handed it to her, writing a response: "I do not know who they are, but I'm positive they don't have anyone's best interests at heart. It will probably be safer if we stay in here, for everyone." She smiled at the song that Soumi played, expecting something calmer from the inmate. The noticed that the nearest Gentleman had begun staring as the music bled outside of the room walls ever so slightly. It was probably like a scream in all the stillness outside. She carefully approached Soumi and gently put a hand on her shoulder when it seemed she had reached the end of her song, indicating the intruder's gaze. He seemed very intrigued at the instrument and the woman playing it.
-Jorgen's Room, Veronica-
Veronica took the pad as if in a gaze, and read it quietly. She looked up at Jorgen, as if trying to judge his sincerity, before sighing into a slight smile. She took the pen and wrote her reply. "Thank you, it relieves me greatly to hear you say that. Would you mind if we stayed in and waited for reinforcements? I don't have the right equipment for this encounter, no nurse in this ward does. I'm sure it will be taken care of, and they can't come in without the proper key anyway." She paused in her writing and left a space between that paragraph and the next sentence.
"I don't have it, by the way. I know the key to your room, but I don't have it written down."
Carefully, she handed the pad over to Jorgen again, looking up at the youth and turning her back to the Gentlemen outside the room in the process.
-Lady Amalthea, Pepper-
Pepper stood her ground as she watched the inmate think, not backing away from Lady Amalthea or from the Gentlemen beyond the glass. She gave a little start when she heard Lady Amalthea's voice in her head, but also visibly, bodily sighed in relief when the first sentence was finished. When the inmate asked a question, however, pleading for honesty, Pepper took a moment to answer.
*Yes,* the nurse thought reluctantly. *I don't have everyone's, but I do have yours on a piece of paper. It's not really policy for me to have it, I just--I'm new, I haven't been to your room before, and in all the commotion when they assigned us, they had to write the keys down on paper and hand them out individually to the nurses. We were instructed to burn the paper once we got to the rooms, but I have such a bad memory and--and I was scared I wouldn't remember it if anything happened.* Even her thoughts were uneasy, reluctant, even ashamed. She was keeping eye contact with Lady Amalthea during her talk, however, as if to make sure the inmate was "listening".
-Beast's Room, Victor-
Victor read the message from Beast, carefully. The nurse had been watching the inmate since the speakers buzzed into life and the call for overthrowing the asylum came. He had impulsively taken a step back when Beast stepped towards him, noting how the items in the room were gathered. He took the pad with shaking hands and carefully wrote, "If I do, what will you do once you leave the room?" He passed the pad back to his intimidating ward, waiting for a reply.
-Gideon's Room, Oscar-
Despite the wince as the painful cut was etched into the nurse's face, Oscar did not seem willing to budge. He noticed the blood message, and gave the best look of disinterest he could to the inmate. He took the notepad and, his face stoic, wrote on another page.
"I'm not with you because of my good looks, so don't think I'll crumble because of a few scratches. And I'm not afraid to die here, because in a matter of hours I will be reanimated at the labs. I'm not setting you loose, Gideon, so we might as well just sit and get nice and comfortable here."
He thrust the pad back at the inmate, his face reflecting determination. Blood from the cut dripped down his face, but he did not make any attempt to wipe it off.
-Grey's Room, Troy-
The nurse read the request, and then looked up at the wolf. He stared at the inmate for a few moments, trying to read an expression on his face. Carefully, he wrote "I appreciate your enthusiasm to help, but what do you think you could do? There are nurses in every room with the inmates, qualified and selected for each patient to be able to handle such situations. Leaving the room, especially with those intruders so close, would cause more trouble than good." He handed the pad over carefully, complete with a reassuring smile.
-Frode's Room, Isabelle-
Isabelle administered the medication for Frode, and let him be, as the man seemed content to simply be in his own thoughts. Once John Uskglass's voice filled the room, however, she kept a watchful eye on Frode as he thought things over. When he began using sign language with her, She nodded and slightly furrowed her brow as he signed in concentration. When he got to the end of his sentence, she took a moment longer to put it all together, before beginning to sign a few letters, then shaking her head and writing her response on the pad, dismissing the two warning messages. "I'm not sure how to help at the moment," she wrote hurriedly. "Our best bet is to sit in the cells and wait for the better-suited staff to come and deal with this." Here she took a moment to check a gadget on her belt, glancing at it at first and the holding it closer to her face for a second look. She looked around and across the room she could make out Gideon's cell and the two shapes in the slightly dim light. As far as she could see, Oscar was standing and alright. She stared into the cell for a moment longer, before returning to her pad. "All of the inmates still seem to be healthy, and the nurses seem to have things under control in the cells. No one has left their cell yet." She handed the pad to Frode with a reassuring smile. She was still visibly worried about the presence of the Gentlemen, and as Frode took the pad she glanced back at them through the glass.
-Corane’s Room, Luna-
The nurse tensed up as Corane came towards her, and jumped in her chair at the snap turning to sound. Then, slowly, she relaxed at his words. She wrote down her reply, handing the pad back to the inmate. “Thank you. I feel that staying where we are would be the best course of action for the moment, at least until we know more about the intruders. My name is Luna, and which I’ve been here to tend to you before, I don’t believe you’d remember me well – you do so enjoy to sleep. Any sound would be welcome, however, to replace this silence.” She handed the pad over to the inmate, smiling.
There was a loud thunder of a sound on the windowed wall of the cell, which caused Luna to jump out of her chair and back away from the window. One of the henchmen to the Gentlemen had hit the wall, and its smiling master was mere inches from the glass on the other side, carefully tilting its large head to look at Corane and then look at the nurse. The attention of both henchmen and the Gentleman had been easily grabbed by the muffled sound of the speech Corane created, the Gentleman’s head turning sharply and inspiring him to slowly glide over to the cell. With a long hand full of crooked fingers, the Gentleman indicated the door lock, staring at Luna intensely with his silver teeth gleaming in the asylum light. Luna took another small step back from the glass wall, and glanced towards Corane to judge the inmate’s reaction to this development.
-Whisker’s Room, Jeanie-
Carefully, Jeanie read the message, and then reread it. She carefully wrote down instructions on the pad. “Whisker, should something happen to me, I want you to make sure you take care of yourself. Your belongings are in patient storage, in the 3rd floor, East wing. We’re on the 5th floor right now, so you’ll need to take one of the elevators or, better yet, the stairs. If you go down either hallway, you’ll find stairs eventually. Chances are, if you have to do this, the storage won’t be guarded. I will not open the cell door for you, however. We are far safer in here than out there. This plan is a last resort, and you should not go looking around unless you have no other choice – I don’t know how much of the asylum is already occupied.”
She seemed to hesitate to hand the pad over, but finally decided to do so and watched Whisker carefully as he read her message.
-Sherlock Holmes’s Room, Emily-
Emily tensed up when the voice called for a revolution, but only for a moment. She watched as Holmes seemed to have an episode, her hand reaching for the medicine bag slowly, until he seemed to calm down again. She waited as he wrote his message and read it carefully before replying. “You’re a smart man, Mr. Holmes. How far do you expect to get with those things on the outside waiting for anyone to emerge from their cells? Also, yes, you can overpower me, but do you really think I’d be so stupid as to come in this room with the code written down? No, I can unlock your room, but I don’t think it’s in the best interest of your or for me. I just had that big promotion, as you said, wouldn’t want to get demoted my first week.” She handed her pad over with a gleeful, triumphant smile.
"I'm all out. What do ya got?" "A utility belt full of crap and a positive outlook?"