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damned_institute2013-06-06 08:16 am
lighthearted) wrote in damned_institute2013-06-06 08:16 am
Day 71: Sun Room
For the first time in a long time, Sora woke up in a comfortable bed outfitted with sheets and pillows. It wasn't like the Landel's standard beds were even that nice, but after sleeping in various places in Farwell (generally not in anything bed-like), it was definitely a change.
Sora's eyes opened slowly -- blinking once, twice, and then taking in the white ceiling above him. Of course, he'd expected this. He'd asked for it, even. Now that he was back in the institute, though, he had to admit that he felt his stomach churn with the knowledge that he'd been caught once again, even if it was by choice.
That feeling was what got him up out of bed, but as he stood up he heard something fall to the ground. Right, it was that bone bracelet that the skeleton had given them! He'd said that it would take them right back to that underground lake area, which meant that Sora would be able to return to Farwell pretty easily. The question was, would he be able to take someone with him?
For now, though, he was really only focused on one thing, and that was getting back to his friends. Speaking of which, one such friend was laying in the bed opposite his. "Link," Sora said quietly, but he knew that he probably wouldn't be able to wake up his roommate. He'd just have to catch him later on in the day.
Instead, Sora quickly hid the bracelet, making a face as he was reminded of where the materials for it had probably come from. There wasn't much he could do about that, though.
A nurse stepped into the room and sent him a bright smile. "Matthew!" she greeted, as if he had never been gone. "Where would you like to go this morning, the chapel or the Sun Room?"
Sora needed to get to the bulletin board first and foremost, so the answer to that question was easy. The trip from his room to the Sun Room was one that he still remembered in perfect detail, but it was weird having to fall right back into this routine when he'd had a break from it for a few days.
Once there, Sora moved over to the bulletin, grabbing for a pen as he started to draft up a note. He was really looking forward to seeing all of his friends again, so it was too bad that none of them were here yet...
[For Tsurugi.]
Sora's eyes opened slowly -- blinking once, twice, and then taking in the white ceiling above him. Of course, he'd expected this. He'd asked for it, even. Now that he was back in the institute, though, he had to admit that he felt his stomach churn with the knowledge that he'd been caught once again, even if it was by choice.
That feeling was what got him up out of bed, but as he stood up he heard something fall to the ground. Right, it was that bone bracelet that the skeleton had given them! He'd said that it would take them right back to that underground lake area, which meant that Sora would be able to return to Farwell pretty easily. The question was, would he be able to take someone with him?
For now, though, he was really only focused on one thing, and that was getting back to his friends. Speaking of which, one such friend was laying in the bed opposite his. "Link," Sora said quietly, but he knew that he probably wouldn't be able to wake up his roommate. He'd just have to catch him later on in the day.
Instead, Sora quickly hid the bracelet, making a face as he was reminded of where the materials for it had probably come from. There wasn't much he could do about that, though.
A nurse stepped into the room and sent him a bright smile. "Matthew!" she greeted, as if he had never been gone. "Where would you like to go this morning, the chapel or the Sun Room?"
Sora needed to get to the bulletin board first and foremost, so the answer to that question was easy. The trip from his room to the Sun Room was one that he still remembered in perfect detail, but it was weird having to fall right back into this routine when he'd had a break from it for a few days.
Once there, Sora moved over to the bulletin, grabbing for a pen as he started to draft up a note. He was really looking forward to seeing all of his friends again, so it was too bad that none of them were here yet...
[For Tsurugi.]
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But he could feel eyes on him, he looked up and saw the balcony with some nurses up there. Like the scientists in the observations room for the surgical theater. He glared back at them, making sure to look each and everyone in the eyes to the best of his ability. They didn't wear the shades of the Black Ghost scientists, but still.
This could be a hallucination, like 003 had with the bug on that Christmas Eve night. He dig his fingers into the cloth of his sweatshirt, it was terribly odd feeling this and only added to that thought also, that this was just a hallucination. He once he made sure the nurses and Doctors knew he would be watching them just as much as they were watching him, he turned back to find a wall to lean against and people watch some more, trying to figure out what was going on.
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"Come on, sleepyhead, it's time to get up!" The nurse's cheerful voice came at the same time as a hand touched his shoulder and shook him.
Groggy as he was, the next few minutes were a blur. It wasn't until his nurse was leading him into the Sun Room that anything really registered, and by that time she was guiding him into an empty seat.
"Why don't you say hello to Mr. Winter here, Mr. Clarke," she went on, continuing a string of bright morning comments she'd been making all down the hall leading to the Sun Room. "He's new, so he hasn't made any friends yet. We'll have breakfast a little later, all right?"
Lloyd rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned, then raked a hand through his hair as he looked, not quite warily, but cautiously, at the man his nurse had wanted him to talk to. "Mr. Winter?" he asked, testing. He doubted that was the older man's name.
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"And yourself?"
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"Willing to give the newbie a few tips?" Of course he was going to ask for information- and he was going to ask around and see how many of the stories matched up. After all, if this was an asylum, there was bound to be a few loose screws here.
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"Sure," he said soberly. Unconsciously, his right hand rubbed the back of his left hand, which was wrapped in bandages. Still not completely healed, but the raw edges around the false Key Crest beneath didn't feel quite so raw anymore. "But you have to take what I say seriously. This place is dangerous. It's not what it looks like at all, no matter what the nurses say. I'm not sure if they really know what's going on, but the doctors definitely do." The doctor who'd cut his Exsphere off had openly admitted it, in fact.
"During the day it's okay," he went on. "They just treat us like we're crazy and they won't let us go anywhere by ourselves. Once it's night, though, that's a different story. We can try to get out, but there's monsters, inside and outside, and the doctors do experiments on us."
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The monsters that were not human didn't concern Albert, the ones that did though-
Just because of that possibility, the possibility of being someone else's experiment changed the game mentally here. He heard himself talk outloud to himself.
"That would explain the body." How he was now fully flesh and blood again.
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But then, they'd made people sick during the day. Was this really that much more of a step? The thought made him angry, even as it scared him. It would be so much harder to defend themselves during the day if something went after them. They wouldn't have any weapons or powers, nothing to fight back with. There were so many more nurses, too. If he saw them doing something, he knew he'd fight no matter the odds, but what kind of chance would he really have?
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So what did he mean?
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"I am sure I am not the only one."
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"I'm sorry," he said, the words feeling inadequate. It was obvious Albert didn't want to talk about it, though, and what else could he say? It was probably better if he just changed the subject.
"There's other stuff you should know. If you have any special powers, they're probably won't work very well. Mine don't work at all during the day, but at night they usually work at least a little. You also wake back up in your room every morning, no matter how far you get away. I don't know how they find us. I don't even remember how we get back. Just... one minute you're one place, then you wake up in your bed." It was really very frustrating.
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Albert listened, "So at night I would need a weapon then." Considering his cyborg body would have been considered his special ability. "About how many hours a night do you get out?"
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"If I had an extra weapon, I'd give it to you," he said. "But all I have is a dagger. The good news is, anything you've got when the night ends you get to keep. Even if it's a weapon, it's in your closet the next night." It was still surprising the nurses didn't check their closets and confiscate things. It was like they didn't care if they tried to escape at night.
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"Perhaps we could get a clock if we behave." by behave he meant lie through his teeth. He looked up at the Doctors again, his distrust obvious. "Perhaps they don't sometimes the lower ranking agents just don't care as long as they get their paychecks."
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"I guess it can't hurt to ask." And really, what harm would it do to let them have a clock?
It was obvious, though, that they had some way to tell the time. From the corner of his eye, Lloyd saw the nurses start to stir. Landel was probably going to make his next announcement soon.
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The Warmonger. The Weapons Salesman. Albert had noticed the shift in the nurses too and it only made him tense up some more.
"Then perhaps one of us should ask soon."
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His nurse was approaching. Maybe Albert's, too, unless that nurse was someone else's and they were just going to head past them. Lloyd didn't know, but the fact that his nurse was coming was enough to tell him that their conversation was almost over.
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[ooc: Sorry it took me so long to respond. I got sick.]
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[ooc: Don't worry, it's fine. Hope you're feeling better!]