Day 62: Sun Room (Second Shift)

[complicatedliar]

The line of questioning that Rita had begun at breakfast still plagued Loki, as did his own uncomfortable feelings about the entire concept of people being transformed into monsters. It wasn't a useful line of thought, and he needed a better direction to consider.

Hopefully, conversation with Soma would provide that. While she seemed quite stern at times, Loki found her presence oddly relaxing.

Though he had to wonder if perhaps he wouldn't end up seeing her this shift after all, since she might be included in the group that was being herded to the showers. (As much as the statement also was one he greeted with relief, since he was wondering when he'd get an opportunity to bathe. The thought of being trapped in a building with a great many mortals and no bathing facilities had been too horrifying to contemplate.) He'd always been a bit bad at guessing the ages of mortals, mostly because they were so ridiculously short-lived.

Having already established a neurotic fear of the cold with his nurse, there was no difficulty convincing her that he'd be much better off in the Sun Room. Loki settled into his habitual seat, taking a moment to coax one of the cats into his lap. All settled in, he propped his notebook on the arm of the chair and went back to writing.

[Soma?]

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[ichangedforgood]

She was finely tuned by this point in her life to ignore questions that would reveal her associations with Ohara, archaeologists, and The Void History.

Instead, she faced where he gestured. "Bulletin... Board?" She didn't have to say the words too slowly, but they were certainly foreign to her tongue. "An interesting communication system. Is it not censored by the experimenters?"

[stellarregions]

"It's not the most efficient, but that's all we've got," he replied with a shrug. "And they do, a bit. They don't like people cursing, for one. I suppose if you asked anything too specific, they might take it down. But asking how long people have been here should be okay."

He didn't think they cared about that sort of info, anyway. They'd certainly left more critical questions than that alone, in the past.

[ichangedforgood]

"Very good, then."

She was more than content to leave it at that; she remembered faces well enough and her name alone could set the whole facility on alert just like on Tequila Wolf.

"Thank you for your time."