#before Shinobu going to Japan to get military tribunal'd

[quickdeaths]

@more-than-a-princess

"Matsuda-san, don't you think you're taking things a bit too quickly?" Murasame stood back at a respectable distance, not wanting to crowd his classmate's space. "We don't have the infrastructure necessary to wake up multiple people at the same time, do we?" The Future Foundation woman at the hospital seemed helpful enough, but surely there were limits to even what she could do. The remnants also needed specialized support, and that didn't seem like it would be easy to provide if focus was split.

For his part, Matsuda scoffed, tapping at the keyboard. "Do you even think before you speak?" He continued typing, only pausing to turn a small clipboard towards himself to confirm something. "Oh no, what will we do if our insane classmates come out insane?" He grumbled something unintelligible under his breath before flicking his gaze back to Murasame. "We need hands. Yaguchi is chained up like the rabid dog she is, Shikiba is in a permanent hazmat suit because he's a walking bioweapon, and Kamiya's fucking useless."

Murasame couldn't exactly refute any of those, even if Yaguchi and Shikiba were doing what they could, in their own ways, and Kamiya was beginning to make some progress with her mental health. "We're not exactly a class bursting with useful domestic talents," Matsuda muttered. "Useless shit like poetry or modeling aren't going to help us on this island, but at least we can put people to work with things that even morons can't fuck up."

Matsuda finished typing and then sat back as the program ran. "And, the cyborg can at least handle the technology upkeep, so I don't have to keep calling Hinata down here." At that, Murasame gave a small nod. He wasn't sure, honestly, if Tsubasa would be in a state to help, but if they were, it would be useful to the rest of them. There were a few things they'd built, or had been given to them by Future Foundation, but it was only with Hinata's careful instruction that the rest of them could figure anything out. Skating wasn't any use, but Tsubasa at least had a convincing case for being considered a semi-ultimate engineer.

"Alright," Murasame admitted with a gentle sigh. "I wasn't waiting for your permission," Matsuda grunted. "It's already happening. If you want to be useful, you should go get some of the rolling stretchers from the hospital." A few awkward seconds passed between them. "Now, ideally." "Right," Murasame said, clearing his throat and giving a shaky bow, even as his eyes stayed focused on the computer screen.

It had been a week or so since Tsubasa and Tachibana had been woken up, and they were taking to the recovery about as well as could be expected, the way Murasame saw it. They'd all been changed by their experiences as remnants, but some wore those changes more visibly than others. Someone like Shikiba with his toxic spores gave a much different impression from someone like Sato. Even someone like Yaguchi, despite her scars, didn't look too dissimilar to how she'd used to. That was easier, Murasame thought. They all had enough to deal with remembering the past, without having to accept radically modified bodies.

With both Tsubasa and Tachibana, Murasame had expected that it would be difficult, and having seen them both, he couldn't say which was worse - Tachibana's constant sobbing and mood swings, or the unsettling silent stoicism of Tsubasa, punctuated only by the dissonant cheeriness of the sounds infrequently coming from the machine melded onto their chest. Neither of them seemed like the classmates he remembered, but he could only hope that, with time and the continued medical intervention of Future Foundation's nurse.

It had become a routine to meet with Sonia Nevermind in the morning every few days or so, simply to give her a brief update on what had transpired on the remnant side of things - if there was anything she needed to know, or if there was a pressing reason why it might not be safe for her to venture over that day. Recent days had been typical, though, with everyone doing their assigned tasks without much fanfare.

"Oh, and by the way, Nevermind-san," he added, once he'd finished with everything else. "Two more of my classmates are in stable conditions at the hospital." Well, as stable as possible given the situation. "Obviously it's your decision with what you'd like to do, and I wouldn't think of making any suggestions." That was better, of course. He could never handle any sort of power again, so placing himself like a worm on its stomach through the dirt, for the benefit of helping his classmates, was the best place for him. "But, if you have any interest in seeing Tachibana-san or Tsubasa-san, I'm sure you would be able to."