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damned_institute2012-02-28 09:56 pm
baniichan) wrote in damned_institute2012-02-28 09:56 pm
Day 62: Breakfast
A misplaced sense of familiarity met Barnaby the moment he opened his eyes, and the sight of the blank, white ceiling from yesterday morning greeted him. After rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands, Barnaby sat up and felt around for his glasses. Had he blacked out again and wasted an entire night? Where was Kotetsu? And what had become of the man who had seemingly vanished before his very eyes at the end of dinner?
Once Barnaby slipped his frames onto his face, the world came into clearer focus, even if he didn’t get any answers out of it. He was in his room, and someone had apparently stripped him out of his street clothes in favor of the hideous hospital pajamas. Barnaby wasn't sure what he found more offensive -- that someone here had once again touched his things without his permission, or that he’d been undressed while unconscious for the second time since his arrival.
The thought made his skin crawl.
Just as he looked over to find a lump in the bed next to him, though, his assigned nurse came to retrieve him. He would have to confirm Klavier Gavin's whereabouts later. For now, he had no choice but to allow the nurse to escort him into the cafeteria. Strangely, she seemed to be under the impression that he and the other patients had slept soundly the whole night. While he might have assumed it was an act, Barnaby got the feeling that she genuinely believed what she was saying.
Regardless of her intentions, he knew she wasn't going to be any help. Instead of trying to ask her anymore questions, Barnaby left a note on the bulletin board concerning his roommate. If his observations from yesterday were any indication, he'd get some responses, at least. While he could have taken the time to leave something for Kotetsu, Barnaby didn't feel inclined to do so, especially when he knew he probably wouldn't check the board anyway.
He had no appetite this morning, but his nurse wouldn't leave him alone until she'd assembled a tray of fresh, fluffy pancakes for him. Honestly, Barnaby didn't see why some people felt the need to butt into his personal choices like this. At least there wasn't anyone forcing him to eat -- for now, at any rate. He sat down at an empty table close to the wall after setting his food down, privately hoping that she wouldn't try to find a "friend" for him to eat with this morning. He was tucked out of the way, so maybe she would forget about him for a few minutes as long as he didn't draw any unnecessary attention to himself.
Hands neatly clasped on the table, Barnaby didn't look at anyone in particular as patients filtered into the cafeteria for their morning meal. There were too many questions buzzing in his mind for him to focus on the names and faces of people he didn't care about. If Kotetsu wanted to find him, he could. It wasn't like Barnaby was going anywhere.
[For Kotetsu.]
Once Barnaby slipped his frames onto his face, the world came into clearer focus, even if he didn’t get any answers out of it. He was in his room, and someone had apparently stripped him out of his street clothes in favor of the hideous hospital pajamas. Barnaby wasn't sure what he found more offensive -- that someone here had once again touched his things without his permission, or that he’d been undressed while unconscious for the second time since his arrival.
The thought made his skin crawl.
Just as he looked over to find a lump in the bed next to him, though, his assigned nurse came to retrieve him. He would have to confirm Klavier Gavin's whereabouts later. For now, he had no choice but to allow the nurse to escort him into the cafeteria. Strangely, she seemed to be under the impression that he and the other patients had slept soundly the whole night. While he might have assumed it was an act, Barnaby got the feeling that she genuinely believed what she was saying.
Regardless of her intentions, he knew she wasn't going to be any help. Instead of trying to ask her anymore questions, Barnaby left a note on the bulletin board concerning his roommate. If his observations from yesterday were any indication, he'd get some responses, at least. While he could have taken the time to leave something for Kotetsu, Barnaby didn't feel inclined to do so, especially when he knew he probably wouldn't check the board anyway.
He had no appetite this morning, but his nurse wouldn't leave him alone until she'd assembled a tray of fresh, fluffy pancakes for him. Honestly, Barnaby didn't see why some people felt the need to butt into his personal choices like this. At least there wasn't anyone forcing him to eat -- for now, at any rate. He sat down at an empty table close to the wall after setting his food down, privately hoping that she wouldn't try to find a "friend" for him to eat with this morning. He was tucked out of the way, so maybe she would forget about him for a few minutes as long as he didn't draw any unnecessary attention to himself.
Hands neatly clasped on the table, Barnaby didn't look at anyone in particular as patients filtered into the cafeteria for their morning meal. There were too many questions buzzing in his mind for him to focus on the names and faces of people he didn't care about. If Kotetsu wanted to find him, he could. It wasn't like Barnaby was going anywhere.
[For Kotetsu.]
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The Doctor almost hadn't noticed at all—let it pass as a word misspoken that had then been corrected—and if it hadn't been for another person entirely, he'd have never given it a second thought. But the fact of the matter was that he'd already met the man who embodied England, and England had said that there were others like him here, several of them. Japan was one.
The man opposite him suddenly seemed much more interesting than he had a moment ago.
"Beautiful place," he answered, half-distractedly; Gallifrey was the last place occupying his mind now. "Not surprised you haven't heard of it; not many have. —Well, aside from stories. But you..."
The Doctor leaned forward slightly, utensils still in his hands but the pancakes he'd been working on forgotten. He should be discreet about this—well, a little, at least. It could have been that the man had actually misspoken. But England mentioned another name for Japan, one he'd made note of in case he met someone introducing himself by it. "You're not—" a pause. What had it been? "—Honda?"
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It was the fact that a man, whose name he did not know, suddenly knew his. Not the name accidentally given either, but the one he had been using as a cover. How he could have jumped from asking if he was Japanese (which was rather obvious considering he embodied every stereotype of the Japanese people) to asking if his name was Honda came as a bit of a shock, and Japan could do little but stare at the space just over the stranger's shoulder in order to avoid actually looking into his eyes, and then drop his gaze entirely to the floor next to him.
He had a feeling this conversation was about to become very complicated.
"......Yes, that is...the name I answer to here. Are you familiar with me?"
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—Well, if he thought about it, there might have been more than one person by the name of Honda here (what had the given name been? Something with a K, he thought). But someone else by the name of Honda who'd also said he was Japan before correcting himself? The odds of that seemed too slim to be likely!
Convinced he was right, the Doctor grinned suddenly at the revelation, carrying on without regard of the man's (Nation's?) obvious discomfort. "You're Japan—well, the embodiment thereof, be it by collective consciousness or—...."
He cut off suddenly; Japan knew what he was, after all, but here the Doctor was going on about it without so much as saying how he knew! After a brief pause he added, "Sorry. England mentioned that you and some others like you were here."
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Oh
....Oh gods.
Japan's face went slightly green about the edges as the man suddenly seemed far too excited to be meeting him. It was like America after the nation had finally forced him to open his doors. All of them, forcibly with treaties and terrible tactics like putting France's cat outside his door. How was he supposed to fight against the cat ploy? That was just cruel.
This was like the cat ploy, only it wasn't between Nations and this man, with his strange rooster-like hair, knew of him. He knew of him. And just as he was about to wonder why, the man explained - England. England, who had been so secretive up to now, had simply told a stranger (albeit one of his citizens) what they were. Japan tried his best to calm down, dropping his gaze from the table to the floor and then possibly through the floor back to his own country.
"....Ah...I see." The man was so excited though... Japan felt a bit suspicious. "...You're not here for whales, are you?"