damned_institute | Day 63: Germaine Street (Morning)

Sora was glad that he'd had the chance to check up with a club member first thing in the morning, and while that in itself helped his mood, he couldn't muster up quite the same amount of energy as he normally did when he was feeling under the weather like this. Eating would have done him some good, but he still didn't have the appetite for it, and so he was still carrying his brown bag with him as he exited the bus and bid farewell to Kratos.

Doyleton looked the same as it always did, except this time it wasn't blanketed with snow. While Sora had enjoyed that the last time, he was glad there hadn't been a repeat this time around. Not when he was already feeling ill.

With his energy levels at such a low, it was hard to figure out where he wanted to go or what he wanted to do. Maybe he should spend his day looking for gifts for friends again? Riku might want something, although Sora was sort of at a loss for what to buy him. The cold air felt good on his feverish face for the moment, but he realized that was probably going to change pretty soon.

He flipped through his coupons, but they were the same as always and didn't give him much of an idea of what to do with his day. He'd never had a massage before, but with how his body felt kind of achy and tired, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea...

[For Tsubaki.]

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It was kind of sad thinking of the way that their snowman must have looked as the sun slowly came back and melted it, but Sora knew that he couldn't get too worked up about something like that. They had way bigger problems than one measly snowman, even if it had been one named after a friend.

"Well, I wonder if it's going to get hotter as time goes by now," he remarked as they continued down the street. He wasn't going at a very fast pace compared to normal, but that just couldn't be helped when he still felt so out of it. And he couldn't stop himself from wondering: would he even be here this time next week? Or would something horrible have happened by then?

No, he couldn't think like that. He gave a small shake of his head and focused on Tsubaki instead. "So, are you ready to tell me about that mission now?" They'd already spent so much time on him; he'd like to get caught up on what Tsubaki was doing before they parted ways.

Tsubaki watched Sora, wondering what he was thinking about. She felt rather useless in times like these; anything she could think of to make things easier for him didn’t seem like enough.

“Mm, it seems like we’ve had chilly weather forever…” she answered. “The weather never seems to change. Does this place still have seasons?”

The mysteries of how this world worked were especially beyond her grasp. Tsubaki couldn’t even begin to guess how Landel managed to manipulate the environment so thoroughly. Day, night, time, reality… it all appeared to be under his control. For all she knew, Jack the snowman had been wiped away by the next morning like most things that happened at night. There one minute, gone the next. Like it’d never happened. If that was the case, maybe it was better to hope that he’d melted like a normal snowman would.

She was still musing over Sora’s state of mind when he asked her about her mission. Ah… that. The full story was an even more depressing subject if she thought about it. “Oh, sure, if you want to hear about it,” said the girl. If that was what Sora wanted to talk about, why not? “I don’t think either of us knows why we were picked, but these soldiers came and got us after dinner…” Tsubaki went on to explain how they had been debriefed about their delivery mission and what they had found when they’d walked through the door. She mentioned her suspicions about the men attacking them possibly being the same rebels Marc worked with, but she left out the more gruesome details regarding the car wreck. That the desert had been booby trapped seemed like enough of an explanation.

But more important than that was Rapunzel’s idea and what had transpired because of it. Tsubaki hadn’t forgotten the checkpoint guard’s leniency with them, and she didn’t hesitate to tell Sora about it.

“And then we spent a couple of nights trying to find a computer that would work with the disc. When we finally did, most of what we found was just incomprehensible text. I’m not an expert, though, so maybe there’s more on it that we don’t know about it. What we could read looked like part of a report.”

"I feel like it wasn't as cold when I first got here. It seemed more like fall than winter, really," Sora remarked when Tsubaki asked about the seasons. It had been getting progressively colder, so it would only make sense if it started to warm up from here on out. Sora preferred spring and summer to winter and fall, so he'd be happy to have that sort of weather instead. But he honestly wouldn't be surprised if Landel made sure that things stayed gloomy to keep their morale down.

All of that hardly seemed to matter when Tsubaki started telling him about the mission that she'd been sent on, though. Sora could barely wrap his head around the idea of suddenly ending up in a completely different place -- a desert, and he imagined it like Agrabah -- when they had been stuck in this same place for so long. If only it hadn't been to do the military's dirty work! Sora would have jumped at the chance otherwise, but with this setup he knew it would just leave a bad taste in his mouth.

Besides, it had clearly been a dangerous assignment, if they'd run into armed rebels and even booby traps. It was sad to realize that people Marc worked with had been trying to hurt or even possibly kill his friends, but Sora understood that they had to try and stop the military no matter what. That night, it must have seemed like Tsubaki and Rapunzel were on the military's side.

Besides, one of the guards had been kind to them, and they'd even managed to steal something away! It was too bad that it didn't turn out to offer them much, but Sora still thought it was pretty impressive that they'd turned the whole thing around like that.

"A report? What kind of report?" he asked, even as they were approaching the grocer's. While he doubted he could shed any sort of light on the situation, he was still curious to hear about it.

“I have it mostly memorized,” she said. “I could write it down. But it went something like: ‘...monitored transmissions from planet 48-71 show no signs of hostility; however, we have detected use of a new code that will take some time to break. No traces of communication with the home planet's rebel factions yet, but we will continue to survey the situation until further notice... We have considered organizing reconnaissance missions on planet 48-71 using Next Wave subjects, but current evaluations show they are not ready. Keep them here for the time being.’

“That’s about all we could make out,” she finished.

Memorized? Well, that was impressive! Sora felt bad at the same time, though, since that probably meant that Tsubaki had recited this to others so many times that she knew it by heart now. Still, he made sure to listen closely, though in the end he couldn't make much sense of what she told him.

"Planet 48-71... I wonder what that is. It doesn't sound like it's this one, if they wanted to send us to it to do recon..." He put a hand to the back of his head, scratching through his hair as he thought it through. "So some of the rebels, they're from a different planet?" It was hard to know anything for sure with such a small amount of information to go off of, but it gave him something to think about if nothing else.

Sora paused outside of the grocer, realizing that they'd run out of time. He needed to go inside and focus on writing up a couple of notes, which would be pretty boring for Tsubaki to stand around for. "Well, thanks for telling me. I'll try to keep it in mind. I should probably get inside now." He gave her a wave and smiled. "Have a good trip, okay? And thanks for looking out for me so much."

“That’s what I thought, too, that they’re keeping tabs on more worlds than just this one,” she said to Sora. “If that’s the case, maybe whatever battle is happening between the two sides is happening across worlds. And there are rebel groups in each of them.”

The ongoing mystery of their situation was both interesting and frustrating to talk about with other prisoners. But the information they’d gotten off the disc was particularly interesting since she hadn’t had the chance to tell many people about it; Sora’s opinion was definitely one she’d wanted to get in time. Still, as determined as he was to ignore it, Sora was still feeling under the weather. She didn’t want to overwhelm him with such a heavy discussion.

Given that, perhaps giving Sora time to do his business inside the grocery store was the best plan? She couldn’t invite herself along everywhere and he probably had a lot on his mind already without her adding to it. Internally, she nodded to herself, decided on the matter. There would be time to check up on him later.

“Of course, go ahead! I’ll see you later!” She smiled a little bit at his final comment. “What are friends for.”

The prisoners might not have had their homes or their families, but… well, they had friends, right?

“You try to have a good trip, too. Bye!”

Day 63: Germaine Street (Morning)

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