[...eventually, when Bruce manages to get back enough of himself to function again, the first thing he does is to get the cleaning supplies and clean up the mess in the kitchen. Or at least, he makes as much of an attempt of it as he can.
--but he makes sure to keep the cloak and the crown with him. They're still bloodied and Bruce doesn't think he can bear to keep seeing that, so once he's done with his attempt of cleaning up as much as possible he's at the first floor laundry room washing the bloodstains off the cloak and crown. The machine would probably ruin them, after all, and Bruce... he needs the manual labor right now. To keep his mind occupied.
By lunchtime there's a familiar notice duct-taped at the bulletin board, but rather than the usual tone its much more to the point:]
Meeting @ dining hall @ 7PM. Dinner provided.
- B. Banner
[Somebody clearly isn't in a good mood.
For pretty much the rest of the afternnon Bruce can be found alternating between the kitchen and the first floor laundry room, doing multiple washes of the King's bloodstained attire that had been left behind as he makes the dinner that would be served later. He's... pretty damn quiet as he works this time - not that its unusual, but there's a notable tension in his silence this time.
At 7 PM there's a good number of meals set out for everyone who comes to the dining hall for the weekly meeting - vegetarian and non-vegetarian fare. It's a mix of cuisine from parts of the world, so everybody gets a bit of something. Bruce gives everyone time to take their food, although he has none for himself; once everyone is settled he opens up his Ubiquitous Notebook and speaks:]
...we all know the drill by now. Anybody with something to share or to say, please bring it up here.
[Just like two weeks ago his tone has gone back to being clipped and formal--brusque and straight to the point. His expression gives off nothing, but from time to time his fists would clench and there would be a twitch of his jaw as the meeting continues. Although he does join in with the conversations, even if his usual polite demeanor is a bit... lacking.
After the meeting Bruce remains in the dining hall, continuing to write in his notebook of all the things that had been discussed in the meeting prior. King's crown and cloak are also beside him now, along with some crumpled scraps of paper that certainly hadn't been around in the meeting earlier.
Sleep this time is impossible to come to him; nighttime has Bruce at the incinerator room, sitting on a chair he had dragged in as he stares at Stan's punching bag, looking as if he's heavily debating something.]
...MEETING, DESPITE EVERYTHING
--but he makes sure to keep the cloak and the crown with him. They're still bloodied and Bruce doesn't think he can bear to keep seeing that, so once he's done with his attempt of cleaning up as much as possible he's at the first floor laundry room washing the bloodstains off the cloak and crown. The machine would probably ruin them, after all, and Bruce... he needs the manual labor right now. To keep his mind occupied.
By lunchtime there's a familiar notice duct-taped at the bulletin board, but rather than the usual tone its much more to the point:]
Dinner provided.
- B. Banner
[Somebody clearly isn't in a good mood.
For pretty much the rest of the afternnon Bruce can be found alternating between the kitchen and the first floor laundry room, doing multiple washes of the King's bloodstained attire that had been left behind as he makes the dinner that would be served later. He's... pretty damn quiet as he works this time - not that its unusual, but there's a notable tension in his silence this time.
At 7 PM there's a good number of meals set out for everyone who comes to the dining hall for the weekly meeting - vegetarian and non-vegetarian fare. It's a mix of cuisine from parts of the world, so everybody gets a bit of something. Bruce gives everyone time to take their food, although he has none for himself; once everyone is settled he opens up his Ubiquitous Notebook and speaks:]
...we all know the drill by now. Anybody with something to share or to say, please bring it up here.
[Just like two weeks ago his tone has gone back to being clipped and formal--brusque and straight to the point. His expression gives off nothing, but from time to time his fists would clench and there would be a twitch of his jaw as the meeting continues. Although he does join in with the conversations, even if his usual polite demeanor is a bit... lacking.
After the meeting Bruce remains in the dining hall, continuing to write in his notebook of all the things that had been discussed in the meeting prior. King's crown and cloak are also beside him now, along with some crumpled scraps of paper that certainly hadn't been around in the meeting earlier.
Sleep this time is impossible to come to him; nighttime has Bruce at the incinerator room, sitting on a chair he had dragged in as he stares at Stan's punching bag, looking as if he's heavily debating something.]