damned_institute | Day 59: Sun Room (4th Shift)

After an intercom broadcast like that, Kurogane felt somewhat better about the little information he'd gotten from Harrington the previous night. The man only sounded competent when he needed to but was an idiot otherwise. Unfortunately that was furthered proof of the General not employing the brightest of staff members, making another option for information closed to them.

Kurogane was again some steps ahead of his escort when he reached the Sun Room and ignored the soldier further as the ninja headed to look over the bulletin. Last time he'd missed something, and he wasn't about to have that happen a second time. With some searching he located Tsubaki's messages to others he didn't know but found nothing either written by the magician or addressed to him. That being the case, he left the board without any of his own writing and sought out a chair over a couch. If he didn't leave open a space by him, he had a better chance of being left alone. Or so he believed.

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Kurogane had seen the mess of blankets and chairs when first entering, but had ignored it. He didn't know what it was supposed to be, and he honestly did not want to know either. So when someone came over despite there being no place to sit and started asking about it, all Kurogane did was sigh.

"Beats me."

[That's fine (and sorry for the delay, grr rawr Tuesdays)]

Well, that was probably the best answer to Zero's question, honestly. "Yeah. I can't figure it out either." Just went to show how much value was in that childish activity the other prisoners seemed happy to waste their time with. Nothing.

...Now that that sort of 'ice-breaker' question was out of the way (if it could even be called that), Zero took a moment to think of something more informative to ask the man. There were...quite a lot of questions on his mind, but he would focus on asking one that was easier to answer. Something pertaining to his most recent shift. "Hey. Did you...happen to notice something wrong with any of our meals today?" Since Dent had been so insistent that it had been rotten. Zero could probably go look at the bulletin board to see if anyone had posted about it, but it couldn't hurt to ask someone personally first.

Kurogane ended up giving the fort-looking construction a look after some thought, noting that it was something he could see the manjuu having cooked up. That human-version of the thing was probably crawling around somewhere under the blankets as he looked on. She would be that carefree...

"Ah?" his attention returned when the other man spoke again. The food, he'd said. Kurogane knew there were differences between what patients got, but as for anything being wrong? Nothing that he had noticed. Still, if someone was asking... "Why?" he pressed suddenly, frowning more than his usual as he thought.

Food was food to him, whether he cared for the taste or not (though milk was still the exception). He'd never questioned it in the place or in any other dimension he'd been to. Thinking more on it though, it probably was something to be considered. Landel may not have been in charge, but this was still the Institute, and nothing was straight forward.

So this man didn't know there was anything wrong either, or else he would have reacted differently to that question. Interesting. "A guy I talked with at lunch told me he thought the food was rotting," Zero explained, crossing his arms. "He even claimed there were maggots in it. But I didn't see or taste anything wrong with it myself, so I wasn't sure."

Could Dent have been lying about it, trying to mess with him? It didn't seem likely, thinking back to the man's reaction to the stuff. He'd seemed legitimately disgusted by the food and had insisted that the once-Reploid would end up 'violently ill' later. Yet Zero wasn't feeling ill or anything right now, and he'd finished at least half of that plate of mush. What did that mean, then?

Day 59: Sun Room (4th Shift)

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