Day 57: Sun Room

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It figured that night would end before Rita and Taura could progress any further. Rita wasn't particularly disappointed to wake up abruptly, as they had reached a dead end. Really, the institute was doing them a favor by bringing them back to the starting point, where they could regroup.

What she didn't appreciate was the loss of valuable time, and the fact that her equipment had been confiscated once again. Rita didn't have time to mess around... which was precisely why the cheery voice broadcast over the intercom only served to grate on her nerves more than usual. In fact... how was the Head Doctor even giving that announcement? She doubted he'd managed to take the institute back in such a short amount of time, though the broadcast itself was suspicious for a number of reasons. Even though she could clearly hear the man's voice, it didn't necessarily mean that he was there. She had to look at things critically.

Still, it seemed almost as if everything had returned to normal... with a few exceptions. The different staff was one, and her lack of possessions was another. It didn't seem like the staff was expecting to fool the patients into thinking this was the same old institute, so why...?

Even as she went about preparing for the day and walking to her first destination, Rita kept her most pressing questions in mind, coming up with multiple hypotheses to explain what was happening. Since she didn't expect that the Chapel would hold anything of interest to her, Rita opted for the Sun Room instead. She was interested in seeing the bulletin board, for one.

When she entered the Sun Room, Rita brought a pen and her journal with her. If no one approached her, she would at least have a chance to document her discoveries from the previous night. First, however, she checked the bulletin board, only to find it completely empty. That confirmed a few suspicions of hers. Content to see evidence supporting her ideas about the strange occurrences, Rita sat down on a couch, opened her journal, and began to write.

[Free!]

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It was interesting to see the change in the young woman, slight though it was at first: she might only have been half-listening before, still focused in her journal or scathing dismissal of the Institute, but he must have said something that caught her interest, because by the time he'd finished speaking her body language was open and attentive and focused entirely on him.

It didn't seem to be anything he'd said that had particularly caught her attention- she hadn't latched onto any one point with any sense of immediacy- so perhaps it was just that she'd hadn't expected to have such an in-depth conversation so early in the morning. Whatever the case, it was good to see he seemed to have earned some sort of respect from her.

"No, not during the day," he agreed. Thought that almost seemed to imply that the night had any sort of form to it, when in reality it was all but one step away from chaos. "I've been here for just over two weeks now, and aside from the morning spent cleaning nothing much has changed. Maybe the days simply don't matter to them."

But there was something else to consider. Lunge blinked for a moment, considering her suggestion, and then he nodded. "I hadn't thought of it like that. They're definitely both likely contenders- and Aguilar does love a clean operation." He paused, then suddenly extended a hand. "Ah. That's right- I haven't introduced myself yet. Inspector Lunge."

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The days didn't matter... It made sense, in a way. All they did during the day were mundane activities better suited to a nursery school. "Maybe you're right. What a waste of time..." With countless important things that Rita could be doing with her valuable time, following a schedule that didn't even really matter to the people enforcing it was so frustrating she could barely stand it.

When the man extended his hand, Rita narrowed her eyes at the offered appendage. She didn't move to shake with him. Gestures like that were meaningless to her - and a little uncomfortable, too. "Inspector? So you're a lawman?" she asked instead. With the different planets and different civilizations people came from, the connotation wasn't so obvious, so she wanted to confirm it.

In the meantime, it seemed appropriate to give her name as well. Without moving from her position, she reciprocated his introduction with, "... Rita Mordio. I'm a researcher."

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A half-assed plot... a waste of time... she wasn't one to observe in silence, was she? She did seem to take it personally that the Institute wasn't even trying to convince her in any way, as if it at least owed her that much- and was that a hint of impatience or restlessness he could detect under that tone?

Just how headstrong she could be was made perfectly clear a moment later, as she made it perfectly clear that she wasn't interested in shaking hands without a thought for manners. It made no odds to Lunge either way- it was a perfunctory, almost reflex for him- but it was interesting that she'd chosen to brush it off. A cultural difference, perhaps. Or maybe, from the way she'd looked at his hand, she simply didn't trust such an overtly authoritative gesture.

"That's right. I work with the BKA- the German federal police," he said with a nod; whether she recognised the organisation would answer the question of culture. He sat back in his arm chair, curious. "What sort of research do you do?"

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The abbreviation wasn't one that Rita recognized, nor was the place name. Chances were that this guy was from a different planet than her, which was no surprise at all. Rita had yet to meet another person from Terca Lumireis, and was beginning to think she might be the only one abducted from her planet.

Well, whatever. Lunge's next question was about the one subject Rita actually enjoyed talking about, so she was content to give him a somewhat full answer.

"I research magic and magic technology," she replied, folding her arms as her journal sat open in her lap. "At home, I developed formulas and technology for things like spellcasting and energy conversion. Since getting stuck here, I've been studying the types of magic that some of the other patients use." The fact that she'd successfully reproduced some foreign spells was a cause for celebration - or it would have been if Rita were the celebrating type, anyway.

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Rita didn't comment on his rank or home country at all- it was probably reasonable to assume that if she'd recognised either she would have had something to say about it, and so it followed that they were from different worlds. Just the same as eighty percent of the people here, then.

It wasn't, however, until she began to speak about magic that the inspector realised just how different their worlds were- there it was again, open discussion of magic. By this point the topic was one that he'd desensitised his cynicism to, having seen it in action himself, but even then that was only through the understanding that it was that which simply hadn't been explained in rational terms yet.

The approach that Rita seemed to take to the matter both here and at home was a refreshing one, to say the least. "So the science of magic, in some way?" he asked. The smile returned, briefly; maybe this would help him get his head around what Edgar referred to so frequently. "I can appreciate that. I've had some difficulty in understanding it at all, since I arrived here."

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It didn't sound like Lunge was very familiar with magic, but he wasn't making fun of her for bringing it up, which was a plus. Rita was pretty sure she was going to break the nose of the next person to laugh and tease her for being a 'witch', as if it was something so inconceivable it was ridiculous.

"That's right. Some people, like on Earth, treat magic like some kind of wishy-washy spiritual ritual. The reality is that magic is like any other science. Anyone can do it if they have the materials and the understanding." That explanation may not have been completely accurate, as Rita had heard of some types of magic that required a particular hereditary trait in the caster, but if she counted that as a 'required material', then she was technically still right.

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There. Exactly what he'd wanted to hear- something with a little more substance. Lunge found himself leaning forward, elbows resting on the arms of the chair and fingers lacing neatly together with expectation.

"Interesting theory. Have you managed to get it to work in practise here?" He didn't bother to ask whether she'd experimented back at home; young though she looked, Rita spoke with all the confidence of someone who had poured time and effort into her research and would, there was a chance, simply be offended by the implication that she was working without evidence. And given the sort of attitude she'd already shown, Lunge didn't doubt that offending her would shut the conversation down immediately. "I can't imagine magic works the same way across each different 'world'."

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There was something about the man's face and mannerisms that Rita didn't particularly like, but she was pleased with the direction the conversation was going in. She was happy to take advantage of any opportunity to discuss her research in detail, regardless of who it was with.

Since the latter question was the more general one, it made sense to answer that first. "You're right, it doesn't. I've learned of several different magic systems, and while some share certain elements, none of them are exactly alike." It was interesting to see that other systems used mana, which was extremely new on Rita's planet. It gave her an opportunity to see what sort of issues could arise farther down the road.

As for her findings... "I was able to reproduce an offensive spell using heraldry, a type of magic used on the planet Expel. There are a few details I had to work out to make it work effectively, and I'll need to do a follow-up test, though." Rita was confident she'd worked the kinks out with that spell, though. She just needed to perform it in order to properly record her success.

"I also succeeded with another kind of magic just last night, though I don't know the type or origin of it. It's a type of magic that uses a special kind of stone. I suspect the stone has a formula applied to it which designates its purpose and allows it to be used... but I'd need to examine it more to be sure."