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He shuffled into the cafeteria with the slump of tiredness that was a bond of brotherhood between so many there. Long hours and late nights for doctors and patients alike, visiting hours were used and abused to no end, some nurses more tolerant than others, not unlike the doctors. He knew this well having fallen asleep more than once leaning either against Beth's bed or Demy's. There were times when he sat there reading to them from the well paged paperbacks he had selected for each, that he would have sworn the whole world was falling asleep one by one.
For once he had gotten a cup of coffee rather than tea, it smelled burt to him and had a few clumps of non dairy creamer that utterly refused to be mixed into the 'vial brown liquid'
Even as bleary eyed as he was, he could still pick out people he had spent time 'observing', not the least of which was of course, his team mate, Wolfram aka Landon.

"Et Tu Landon?" he quipped as he approached with the same lackluster shuffle that he could swear had infected a good portion of the staff as well. He leaned slightly against the table where Landon had set down his tray because leaning was better than staying on his feet any longer.

"To look at you, I would say you too are burning the candle at both ends, you shouldn't over do it..." He scolded with a small shake of his head. Same rank or not he took being 'number one' in Lina's small crew seriously, regardless of how they had gotten on in the past he was feeling particularly 'hennish' in light of recent events.

"May I sit down?"

"Zac" he corrected as much a reflex as from any irritation that anyone but Demy would call him Z. He sat down with a tired stiffness that would have looked more fitting on someone with at least eighty odd years under their belt or bad arthritis. "I..." he added glancing back at Landon once he had sat down and straitened himself as much as he could, "am not the one who looks like I am about to use a wonder-bread pillow."
As though to counter the argument he had to stifle a yawn into his sleeve as Wolfram's own yawn made its infectious way into his mind and won the battle in short order. In counter Zac took a sip of the coffee and managed to hold his reaction to its flavor and odor back for a whole half second before he curled into a full body cringe and bore an expression that looked like he'd just been kicked in the mouth with soccer cleats.

He put the cup down and stared at it for a moment as though it had just threatened to rip out his own starseed and anyone within a 3 yard radius before clearing his throat, if only wishfully his palate and nodding that yes, Scheelite was here.

"Among others." He added if somewhat enigmatically, "My Cousin as well, and yourself?"

He eyed the juice with at least a partial envy and pondered risking the tea again, though his previous encounter with it had proven to taste more of hot water and an odd odor of chlorine that sometimes favored city water.

Zac pushed the coffee cup an arm length away from himself to remove the 'temptation' such as it was to continue sipping till the brown battery acid and 'talc' as he had just dubbed the powdered creamer, ate off his taste buds and clotted his palate in the name of wakefulness.
"Not doing anything serious at the time I hope?" he asked rubbing his eyes. While he thought that wolfram more than flirted with a rather dangerous line with 'Tate', feeling at the core of things that he risked not just himself for such fleeting things as feelings he oddly perhaps, wished no harm on him or his family.
At least, he didn't wish any at the moment, wolfram had given him no true reason to carry his 'threats' any further than he had.

"I'm sorry about your family... you might try reading to them, I have heard that helps and might give them pleasant dreams." he said stretching with a small groan and causing his seat to shift and creak which made him cut short on what had otherwise been an enormously satisfying stretch before he continued.

"It seems..." he added in a much lower voice, "that, our skirted 'friends' have drawn the all too natural conclusion that this is all our fault." He murmured. He needed to pass this information on to their captain too, but he had only recently found out and had a sore jaw to show for it though the bruise was not yet truly showing as anything more than a shadow.
"... I can't help but think it could bring them to dangerous levels of organization if its what they believe, if its true... or..." he shook his head and stared at the offensive cup again.

"Hmm..." he said as though that concluded the thought train that was clearly still making its way around in his thoughts.

"Yes, I'd recommend picking some books they would enjoy."

Zac made a humm of interest and folded his fingers together and rested his chin on them thinking. "The senshi seem to be every bit as diverse as our own organization, their uniforms too are getting increasingly hard in some cases do differentiate from our own without that 'feeling' they have about them." He said in hushed tones.
"I wonder though if some of our own uniforms, reflect that need to blend with them as well...I have seen a senshi with a black uniform top as well, and she was NOT one of ours..." he glanced at Wolfram with a serious expression to indicate just how very important that bit of information was.
He sighed and closed his eyes for a long moment, his breathing even enough that it might be assumed he was falling asleep right there, but he did open them again.

"I might suggest mystery novels, or something like a fantasy... something uplifting perhaps? Studies are of course inconclusive, but If they hear you and what you read impacts their dreams." He shrugged a little.

"We should take a..." he paused to yawn, stifling it into his hand and then shaking his head apologetic. "We should take a... 'shift' together, we can shorten it so we both get rest but be more sure of being able to deal with what we encounter... besides which 'Lina' will be pleased I think if we lean our team mates strengths and so on. A mutual exchange of vital information..." He waved a hand tired.
"Perhaps we will be fortunate enough to encounter another like the... girl with the tables."

He looked sharply at Ladon at the mention of Selene... "Did you report this?" he asked quietly with clear fascination. "Thats a different one, than the one I encountered, but to call herself a queen..." He trailed off eyes alight with interest. He wanted information, as much as he could get.

"I wish I had my notebooks..." He hissed through his teeth.
"Tell me of her at any rate? As much as you can remember, height, age weight, what did she call her attack?"
He paused though and seemed to reign himself in with some effort.

"Sorry.... no, not here, later if you would. For the young woman and the tables, we did modify my own uniform, but not to look like them..." He quirked an amused smile. "More than one way to skin the proverbial cat."

Ladon might have been surprised at just how efficient Zac considered committing things to memory, he even found it surprising at how hard other people seemed to find storing information at times. However writing it down into something encrypted was like putting it into a safe for him.
"Excellent..." he said half purring and nodded to know that the information had been passed on to the correct channels. "If it's just the same, I'd still like the information later, you never know when we might be able to draw useful information from it." he nodded again in approval and fingered the napkin he'd seen the subtle glance and. Sadly he had no pen on him at the time... how poorly prepared he was, how FRUSTRATING.

"I removed my coat... without it I look veritably civilian." He paused to give a long considering glance at Ladon.
"...however..." he said consideringly. "I think that might be harder with yours. We would have to remove your bows and such, but it's still rather ... frilly." He said the word carefully as he pondered just how much of a uniform was inspired by the person wearing it.

Zink shrugged in a non committal way to the question his gaze drifting back to Ladon's at the semi suspicious note to the question, intended or not.

"And, girly isn't quite the world I'd be looking for... besides, its better than some to be honest. At least your not half naked like some of us." He scowled his eyes looking ahead but at the same time utterly focused somewhere else.

He shook his head to brush away the mental image. "It could be useful though, So long as you don't mind playing along, don't worry... I am not suggesting using it on any civilians." He added dipping his chin as though he were peering over spectacles like some scornful librarian.