Although he had his coat with him, Kurama was glad to go back inside. What little sun there had been earlier had disappeared, as well. Again, this was one of those times he wished he still had fur. His nurse, now the one he'd had yesterday, came to fetch him just as the intercom started up with another announcement for the end of the shift. It was to be another free shift for lunch. The talk about therapy shifts registered in his mind for a moment, but he eventually dismissed it. This was supposed to be a mental institute, wasn't it? Therapy sessions were normal. Kurama himself hadn't been called to one yet, but seeing as he hadn't run into any trouble yet with pretending to go along with the Institute's daytime act, he decided he could deal with it if and when it came. He had other things to worry about.
His nurse led him back to the Sun Room and handed him a bag (chicken; she remembered his preference from yesterday), and then left him to his own devices. The first thing Kurama did was head to the bulletin board to check for any new responses or posts that might be important.
There were new replies to the Arts & Crafts club, an interesting request by a person called '667', as well as several other posts that piqued his interest. Kurama wondered if there was any way he could get information about the history of the institute. Perhaps it would lead to figuring out how the institute had managed to get them here, which would lead to figuring out how to get out. So far, there was no post yet from the person called 'Rita Mordio' about different technology, or from the History Club. He also had yet to see anything from the Search & Rescue club he had heard about.
He was playing a potentially risky game, he knew, by employing different personas on the board. Having aliases practically screamed that he had something to hide -- and that was correct, Kurama did have something to hide. He'd spent all day devoting one portion of his concentration to hiding his aura and using the rest for information gathering. As he'd said on the board, he wanted to keep a low profile, but at the same time, he wanted to slip into as many corners as he could so he could know as much as there was to know. And that was the risky part. He hadn't been here long enough to know what consequences there were if he were found out. And this was only the first part of the process. Ideally, once he had gathered enough information, he'd make his move.
In any case, he made his round of the bulletin board, storing interesting information where he found it and replying where he saw fit to. Then, he took his sack lunch with him to an empty seat in the Sun Room. He still hadn't eaten anything from the Institute and he could feel the eyes of the doctors and nurses watching from above. This 3rd shift marked the fact that he had now been here for an entire day. How long would he be able to avoid eating?
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His nurse led him back to the Sun Room and handed him a bag (chicken; she remembered his preference from yesterday), and then left him to his own devices. The first thing Kurama did was head to the bulletin board to check for any new responses or posts that might be important.
There were new replies to the Arts & Crafts club, an interesting request by a person called '667', as well as several other posts that piqued his interest. Kurama wondered if there was any way he could get information about the history of the institute. Perhaps it would lead to figuring out how the institute had managed to get them here, which would lead to figuring out how to get out. So far, there was no post yet from the person called 'Rita Mordio' about different technology, or from the History Club. He also had yet to see anything from the Search & Rescue club he had heard about.
He was playing a potentially risky game, he knew, by employing different personas on the board. Having aliases practically screamed that he had something to hide -- and that was correct, Kurama did have something to hide. He'd spent all day devoting one portion of his concentration to hiding his aura and using the rest for information gathering. As he'd said on the board, he wanted to keep a low profile, but at the same time, he wanted to slip into as many corners as he could so he could know as much as there was to know. And that was the risky part. He hadn't been here long enough to know what consequences there were if he were found out. And this was only the first part of the process. Ideally, once he had gathered enough information, he'd make his move.
In any case, he made his round of the bulletin board, storing interesting information where he found it and replying where he saw fit to. Then, he took his sack lunch with him to an empty seat in the Sun Room. He still hadn't eaten anything from the Institute and he could feel the eyes of the doctors and nurses watching from above. This 3rd shift marked the fact that he had now been here for an entire day. How long would he be able to avoid eating?
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