Night 58: Recreational Field

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Stepping outside sent chills all over Brook's body for how cold it was. He'd welcomed it when there was snow for him to play with, but given the absence of the white powder this evening, Brook only shivered and crossed his arms to rub away the sensation.

"Must still be winter then," he laughed and watched as his breath condensed.

Telling what time of year it was in this place was difficult anyway, but the temperature at least gave an area for them to consider. Snow meant winter, or just nearing spring, and then the cold temperatures had to be either Winter or Fall. And since they couldn't go backwards from snowy winter to fall...

"Ah, but that would be a shock!" The place had seen stranger occurrences that Brook actually had to consider that the seasons could try to go backwards on them. At the very least, that gave him the potential for making another snow angel or having that snowball fight that he'd overlooked while in the town.

Eventually the cool of the night air overtook Brook's wild theories about weather patterns and reminded him that he shouldn't be dallying. He was supposed to be searching out his friend! Brushing his arms over once more, he turned for the door at the opposite end of the field.

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It didn't seem likely Lily had also been posted here if this man was tonight's guard. He seemed almost normal compared to the other Special Counseling patients she had had the unlucky pleasure of running into during nights past. But no doubt he was dangerous. He had a gun and she didn't doubt his words when he said he would shoot.

"We'll go back. C'mon, Rose." Ilia waited, intent on making sure Rose had moved somewhere behind her before backing up in slow steps herself.

His words about this place being a prison were accurate, even if it was the wrong label this place normally tried to uphold. Apparently the brainwashed ones really did think they were doing good, or at least not just fighting mental patients for the heck of it. This man thought he was keeping in prisoners? What, were they supposed to be convicts or something?

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Rose backed up, one tiny, short-legged step at a time. There was a balance to be kept. The faster she got back inside, the sooner they could look for Lily. But every moment his eyes were on her were another one in which a different party could sneak by. The longer she took, the easier the timing.

"Do you know where else to look?" She spoke loudly enough that the man could answer if he liked, though the question was directed at Ilia. "I have a map, but it's just paper." No little blinking lights designating their target tonight.