damned_institute | Day 63: Bus 1

[WHY HELLO, ANISE.]

With a small pack of batteries in hand, Guy offered a quick farewell to Leanne, glad to have had another conversation with her that went off without a hitch. Making female friends here wasn't always so simple, but he'd managed it in a few cases. Ilia counted, and maybe even Rita to an extent. Even so, it was always a worry that nagged at the back of his mind, and that probably wasn't ever going to change unless he somehow overcame the phobia. Which, despite the attempts made by his friends, had yet to happen completely. It was a shame, since he enjoyed the company of most of the women he met...

Once again, Guy had to endure the wind, and it was even worse now than it had been earlier. He focused on shielding his eyes and holding his purchase close to his chest until he finally reached the glowing headlights of the bus. He picked the one he ended up closest to and quickly pulled himself up into it, letting out a sigh of relief when the door closed behind him.

Making it on the bus more or less assured that they wouldn't be getting stuck in town again, which was definitely a plus. Guy started to move down the aisle, smoothing his hair back. As he did so, he spotted none other than Anise, who was currently sitting by herself.

Well, he couldn't sit next to her, but taking a seat in front of her and turning around to chat should work out well enough. Which was exactly what Guy did.

Though as he looked the girl in the face, Guy couldn't help but notice how tired she seemed. He was unable to hold back a frown. "Long day?"

Her mind wandering, the only sight that registered in Anise's mind was that of the trees swaying in the wind. It wasn't until Guy spoke up that she realized her friend was right there in front of her.

"Ah! Er, yeah, you could say that," she stammered, hastily straightening her posture and managing a nervous smile. It wasn't often that Guy was the one startling her. It was the perfect opportunity to go ahead and tell him what was on her mind, but Anise still hadn't quite thought of how to say it.

"Um, what about you? Lots of people have been getting sick... Are you feeling okay?" That was one way to bring up the subject. She definitely didn't want Guy to be sick, though if he was, it'd be a lot easier to talk about it.

The last thing Guy had wanted to do was startle Anise, although he also couldn't help but note the fact that it was usually the other way around. Doing it to Anise now didn't really feel satisfying, though, mainly because Guy was concerned about how out of it she seemed. Anise wasn't one to have her head in the clouds -- not like this, at least. It would have been one thing if she'd been daydreaming about her newest suitor, but Guy knew this wasn't that.

It wasn't too shocking that she asked him how he was feeling, but Guy hadn't developed any symptoms over the day despite the way that the weather had deteriorated. It looked like he'd managed to dodge this one, which honestly surprised him. Was it really possible that all of his friends were in the clear as well? Somehow he thought that was too good to be true.

"I'm feeling fine," he said, shrugging. "I guess that sleeping all day yesterday was something different, thankfully." He hadn't felt the slightest bit fatigued or tired today, after all.

It was a small relief to know that Guy was doing okay. Anise just wished she could give him good news in return. It would have been really easy to just lie and say that she was fine, but Anise had caused enough disasters with her secrets. What if the worst case scenario happened, and she turned into a monster while they were in the middle of a dangerous trial? Giving some warning was the least she could do.

"I, um..." She fidgeted a bit, trying to gather the courage to say what needed to be said. "The truth is... I'm kind of sick. I think it might be what the Head Doctor was talking about." But while she was saying things like kind of and might be, Anise wouldn't have said anything if she wasn't certain about what was happening. Guy was sure to understand how grave the situation was.

It was almost like Guy had jinxed it with his earlier thought. Any ease in his expression was cleanly wiped away the moment that Anise admitted to feeling ill. He knew it was just the law of averages, that someone in his group was bound to have this infection that was going around, but that didn't make it any easier to hear.

Why did it have to be Anise? She was the youngest in their group, and while she was tough, it still didn't seem fair. Then again, would the news be any easier to bear if it was Tear? Or Luke? Guy held back a sigh, not wanting to make Anise feel worse. Right now, all he could do was be there for her and try to help.

"Probably, yeah," he responded, not wanting to be in denial about this. No, what they needed to do was address it. "I'm guessing this isn't something that's going to be that easy to cure, but that won't stop us from trying, all right?" While this place had always made a point of showing them how futile things were, Guy wasn't willing to just accept this. Not when that would mean Anise turning into something bloodthirsty.

Anise had been worried about how Guy would react, but he was being as level-headed as always. That helped her to relax a little.

She nodded at his words, though it was still hard to imagine them finding a cure with so little to work with. Maybe if the Colonel was around, they'd have a chance, but for now things were looking bleak. Still, she had to keep her chin up and keep going for as long as she could.

"I haven't told anyone else. I don't know what to do..." She slipped Tokunaga off her back and into her lap, where she was able to hold it closely. "... I want to keep exploring with you and Claude." That was one thing she wanted to get out there. She didn't want to get left behind. No, if anything, she had to push herself harder in order to get farther than ever before. Maybe if they reached Landel before it was too late, they could force a cure out of him.

He was the first person she'd told? Guy wasn't as shocked about that as he might have been before this time spent at Landel's. Before, he would have expected the first person for Anise to go to with a problem like this to be Luke or Jade, but after the long period of time where it had basically just been him and Anise here, well...

It was really no surprise that they went to each other first with their problems.

While he could understand Anise's feelings and the fact that she didn't want to let this illness stop them from doing what they'd already been doing, Guy didn't know if it was that simple. "Anise," he said softly, making sure to keep his voice down so no other patients would overhear them, "I'm not sure about that. We should at least devote some time to looking for a cure, or at least for a way to stop it from getting any worse."

He wasn't really sure where to start with that, but Claude might have an idea. He knew more about the kind of medicine used here. Claude was going to have to find out about this eventually; he was the one other person who had to know, although he hoped that Anise would tell Luke and Tear as well.

When Guy began to disagree, Anise felt as though her fears might come true. However, the word 'we' assured her that she wasn't going to be left behind. As happy as she was that Guy was willing to put things on hold for her, Anise couldn't help but feel guilty. She didn't want everyone to be delayed for her sake.

And when it came to finding a cure... "Where would we even start, though?" The delay wouldn't seem so bad if they actually had some kind of lead to go on. Anise sank into her seat a little, fidgeting with her doll as she thought. For a while, she was silent.

... There was one thing, though it could easily be a dead end.

"... I saw people on the bulletin talking about using medicine to fight infections. I might have something like that in my room, with all the stuff I found in the Medical Wing." And with the notes she'd copied from Sakura, she could easily figure out which did what. "It's a long shot, but it's better than nothing." Maybe she could do that and go exploring.

Anise's question was a fair one, because they obviously didn't have many leads to go on. It was clear that Landel wanted all of this to play out to the end, which meant he wasn't going to make it easy to reverse the process. It might even be impossible, but they couldn't give up before they'd even started, not when Anise's life (or humanity) might be on the line.

The girl came up with an idea before Guy did, and he glanced over as she mentioned the supplies she'd gathered. "That's right, you do have all of that medicine, don't you? If we can just figure out what would be the best thing to take for your symptoms, maybe it'll do some good. Or at least delay things so that we have more time to find a real cure."

It wasn't much, but it was still a start, and the fact that they didn't have to go searching for medicine now was definitely a relief. He was sure that Anise must have grabbed as much as she could during her supply raids, so he wasn't worried that something might have been missed.

There was one thing he needed to be clear on, though. As the bus continued up the hill, he fixed his gaze on Anise. "We should probably tell Claude about this, too. Chances are he'll know more about how to deal with this than we do." Anise and Claude were good friends too, so Guy didn't think she would put up too much of a fight on the point, at least.

Anise averted her gaze from Guy, looking downward at Tokunaga. It seemed too surreal to believe that they were talking about her possible death - or maybe even something worse than that. Sure, the possibility of death was always present at the institute, but at the moment, it felt more like a certainty. What hope did they really have?

While she was hesitant to let more people in on what was happening, there was no arguing about telling Claude. Anise nodded. "I know... You're right. I'll tell him tonight." If Anise really did end up changing into something horrible, it was her companions who'd be in danger. Claude had a right to know about that risk.

There was another pause. "I guess we'll figure out what to do then, when we're all on the same page."

All of that sounded reasonable. Guy wasn't all that set on heading to the caverns tonight with how things were, but he wasn't going to try and convince Anise of that now. It would be easier to do when he had Claude backing him up on it, and he was almost certain that his friend would agree with his feelings on the matter.

For now, he only nodded, his fist clenching for a moment when he realized he couldn't reach out to rub Anise's shoulder or do anything else consoling. At least she had Tokunaga...

"We'll work something out," he said, knowing that he needed to hold strong for Anise in this case. Guy didn't know any of that for sure, but right now he was going to have to believe it. They had handled Luke and Tear being ill in the past, so how was this going to be any different? It couldn't be.

It was hard to believe that things would work out, but Anise wanted to believe it. For the time being, she merely nodded at Guy's words. She was going to try her best not to give up. It was still too early for that... or so she hoped. She fell silent for a while, gazing out at the landscape while trying to keep herself from thinking too hard about what might happen.

Minutes passed, and then that silence was abruptly broken by a loud smash. Anise, who had been slouching a bit, sat upright and looked around, alarmed. "What was that!?" It sounded like something was happening outside the bus. Something bad, if she had to guess.

While Guy wished that he had more to say, his promises and reassurances would only help so much. At the moment all he could do was be there for Anise and work to help her as much as he could, and none of that could really be done when they were stuck on a bus. He decided to let her fall quiet, instead turning his attention to the view out the window as the light slowly started to fade. It didn't seem like they were going to have any problem with getting back inside before night came, but--

Suddenly, a loud crashing noise came from outside, causing Guy to immediately sit to attention as he tried to peer out the window. It took some craning around in his seat, but he eventually worked out what had happened as their own bus pulled to a stop. One of the other buses had actually run right into a tree, and it didn't look like they would be going any further until that problem had been fixed.

"Just when I thought we were in the clear," he said tightly, glancing back to Anise. "I wonder what happened in there." Had it been the fault of the staff or the patients?

Pressing her face against the window, Anise was soon able to make out what had happened. One of the buses had crashed! She was glad it wasn't hers. It didn't look like the damage was too severe, but the thin metal frame didn't offer a lot of protection to the people inside. "I hope everyone's okay," she murmured, eyes still fixed on the accident scene.

A few staff members came out to assess the damage, while the staff inside urged everyone to remain seated. Anise watched the people attending to the engine, but it wasn't long before something else caught her eye: the dimming glow in the sky, sinking below the horizon.

"H-hey, isn't this bad?" she asked, shooting a worried look at Guy. "It's getting late..." And they both knew what that meant.

[To here.]

Today had been quite a day, hadn't it. And Byrne had spent it wandering around aimlessly, worrying about his illness and the growing rash on his hand, and of course, being bothered by two different people. One was someone he knew well with a scruffy face and obvious disregard for the privacy of his friend, and the other was someone he didn't know at all, young with a condescending attitude. (The word whippersnapper came to mind for a split second as a joke, but it wasn't a very funny one. All it did was make Byrne feel old.)

Oh well. If nothing else, he had a box of Swiss rolls as proof that he'd at least accomplished something this day. (He also had a few pages of notes from Badd, but he still wasn't ready to thank the detective for those yet, so for now they didn't count.)

Among those objects was a ton of mental baggage weighing him down about his illness, his torture session, and the possible need to remain silent about both things, the former one especially. Would this situation really get so bad that people would need to be quarantined, as he'd heard mentioned on the bulletin board? Would he and other patients like him be targeted for their illness? He hoped not, but who knew...

The trip back to the Institute would be perfect for pondering this, Byrne supposed. So once he boarded one of the buses, he purposefully sat in an empty row of seats next to one of the windows, just so he could direct his attention to the world outside. Wherever 'that world' was. Sigh. Ignoring doubts about the exact location of this place in comparison to home and other related thoughts, the prosecutor was almost glad to be going back to the Institute. Almost - for while he'd run out of things to do and see in Doyleton, anywhere was better than that place. Especially if he was going there just to be shown that his headache and rash were a sign of something awful to come. Sigh again.

Hopefully tonight would be uneventful.

[Tolten!]

All in all, it had been a wonderful trip. Tolten had been able to catch up with a number of his friends, and then...well...it had been very nice with Locke. Though...did this mean they were...a pair? It wasn't as though they'd discussed it. Would it be clumsy to do so? But he hated to assume....

Ah well. He was being silly, worrying over it. He thought about things far too much. Act on instinct, it was one of the lessons he had been trying to learn from Jansen. He wondered what the other man would think about all this. After the horrible teasing and whatnot, of course.

As he boarded the bus, he tried to keep any ill thoughts at bay. There was no reason to allow vague fears to overshadow anything else. And anyway it wouldn't solve anything....

He froze in the aisle, his mind taking a moment to catch up with his eyes. Perhaps it was simply that the man had been on his mind, but Tolten swore he saw Jansen sitting beside a window. He gasped and gaped and leaned into the row of seats, his heart thudding like a drum.

"Jans...." Oh. No. A blink and realization set in. It was simply a man who looked remarkably like the mage. Remarkably. By god, the two could be brothers! "Oh god, I'm sorry," he sputtered. "I thought...you look...I mistook you for someone."

A sudden gasping sound from somewhere nearby snapped the prosecutor out of his thoughts immediately and threw him into a state of confusion. Wh-? What was that sound? Was somebody suffocating next to him or something? He turned around to look for the source of the noise and found himself coming face to face with a blond-haired young man he'd never seen before. Said young man's wide-eyed appearance earned him a strange look from Byrne. Um. Why was some random guy staring at him like this...? Did he miss something?

Before any questions could be asked, however, the other man started apologizing and sort of explained what had just happened. Although, the explanation didn't do much in the way of answering his questions; it was more interesting and weird than anything else. It wasn't every day that Byrne got mistaken for another person, much less by a complete stranger. And not one of those occasions had ever occurred in the Institute, either.

He couldn't help being a little curious about this now. "No, I'm quite sure we've never met," he said, managing a small smile. "Byrne Faraday. Who are you looking for?"

"No..." Tolten shook his head, flushing and crestfallen. "I wasn't looking for anyone. You...you really look remarkably like my friend from back home. It's...it's uncanny! I could have sworn you were him, at first. I'm so terribly sorry to have bothered you, Mr. Faraday. Ah, I'm Tolten."

May as well introduce himself, since the other man had. Though it was a touch awkward, leaning into the seats as he was. And a nurse was glaring and making a motion with her hand that he should just sit already. So he did, sheepishly, smoothing his tan coat over his lap and smiling awkwardly.

Goodness, what a way to make a fool of himself! And really he should be glad that Jansen wasn't here. The other man didn't deserve to be in this bizarre hell.

But...it still would have been nice to have someone familiar.

"Ah...I'm sorry," he went on, realizing Faraday may well be waiting for someone. "I didn't mean to get urged into your space..."

'Tolten', huh? Not a name Byrne recognized, but he hadn't expected any different. For all that initial confusion and awkwardness, Tolten was (or was trying to be) a rather polite guy, at least. How could he be faulted for that? "No, you're no bother," the older man said, still smiling. "Nice to meet you, Tolten."

Poor fellow seemed pretty disappointed that Byrne wasn't who he thought he was, though. Not that the prosecutor didn't sympathize, but it was still something curious. Where'd the man come from, he wondered. And was he new to this place? Hm.

Well, couldn't hurt to ask and strike up a little casual, friendly chat. Why not? They had a whole bus ride ahead of them with nothing better to do. The worst thing that could happen was a repeat of the grocery store encounter. (And that hadn't even been that bad to begin with, honestly...although the fact that Byrne's hands were in his pockets right now was proof that he'd learned his lesson from that.) "So how long have you been stuck in this mad place?"

"They're very strict about sitting down quickly," Tolten went on, his automatic defenses kicking in already. When in doubt, just keep talking! "And the pleasure's mine. Ah, though I regret the circumstances. Both broad and specific, of course."

Yes, well, now that he was (hopefully) done making a large fool of himself, they could move on. He settled more comfortably in the vehicles seat and let out a soft sigh. He was still feeling under the weather. Thank goodness for gloves!

"And, ah, I've been here a week, more or less. It gets hard to tell after a few days, I think. Or it does for me. Time doesn't seem right, but it probably isn't for me. It's normal for different worlds to move at different rates of time. Sometimes apparently a person can't even feel time, if the difference is great enough."

No, not done making a fool out of himself in the least.

Judging from first impressions so far, Tolten was either very concerned with his manners or kind of a submissive type of person. Or both. Either way, Byrne wasn't going to judge, and he also wouldn't judge Tolten's brief rambling about otherworldly times. Actually, it was kind of an interesting subject that the prosecutor had never heard before. What law was there that said every dimension had to operate on a twenty four hour schedule? He himself didn't notice anything different, but maybe this length of day was unusual for some folk here versus whatever it was like back home. Food for thought.

"We've been here about the same amount of time, then," Byrne said, nodding his head sympathetically. "And I've never thought about time differences between worlds like that before. Interesting, isn't it? But then, you'll have to excuse me - this 'other worlds' business is still all so new to me."

Though admittedly, he was reaching the point where questioning felt like a waste of time. At least, as far as the existence of other worlds was concerned. Just accept that they were there, and don't delve into details too much for the time being. There were more important things to worry about, anyway. Like survival. That was kind of important.

""Ah, I've encountered it before," Tolten explained, nodding. "Other worlds, I mean. One, anyway. In that world, compared to mine, one year was a thousand. I've no idea what sort of time flow this place is on. It doesn't feel any different, but neither did the last time I was in another dimension." And while he hadn't been there very long, it had felt just the same as being in his own time.

Even the light hadn't felt different, until the shield.

"But I've found a great many things are normal where I come from that are considered very strange to most people I've met here." The young king gave a small shrug and settled back into the seat of the bus. He was glad he wasn't bothering the other man. "And yet so many things from so many different places are familiar to me...."

"Wow." One year here was the same as a thousand somewhere else? That was quite a difference. "No, time and looks aren't much different here than from where I come from either, besides, well, however long the nights here really last, which no one knows I'd imagine."

Yeah, how long did the night last, anyway? The time they had to run around freely was so limited. It wasn't like it was actually morning just before everything went black, right? Maybe Landel forced them to sleep when he felt like it, which was somewhere around midnight or so, and then he left the rest of the night to clean up after everyone's messes? But then how did he do that, if it wasn't...

...Oh look at him, trying to make sense of things that would probably never make sense. He needed to learn his lesson already; he was only going to make his headache worse if he didn't. The prosecutor sighed and rubbed his forehead with his hand - the left one, just to make sure the rash on his right would stay hidden. "It still amazes me that pretty much everyone I meet here comes from some other world, or might not even be human originally. Things like that are fairy tales where I come from."

"I hear that often," Tolten admitted with a small chuckle. But Mr. Faraday wasn't objecting, as some did. It was rather nice, not to be questioned or accused of madness or lies. Or stupidity.

"I come from a world where magic is used like elektriks and we still fear dragons and people visiting from other worlds is commonplace." And the idea of worlds existing without magic or dragons or sacred kings and queens...that boggled his mind!

"It's really so strange, how different we all are and yet how similar. We're all just people, no matter where we came from or what body shape we held there. At least in my experiences so far."

Wow. Just where did this guy come from? Magic and dragons? (And what were elektriks?) Byrne couldn't help looking a little wide-eyed with curiosity and amazement at what he was hearing. If people coming from other worlds was the norm where Tolten lived, then perhaps places like that (and this world, for that matter) weren't so unusual after all? Maybe magic itself wasn't so unusual? Hell, maybe worlds like the one Byrne came from were the oddballs of the dimensional pool?

But then that just led to questions like 'what are all the other worlds out there, anyway?' and 'why doesn't my world have magic?' and 'how do other worlds even get created?', and that was all just too much thought for Byrne's headache-suffering brain to handle at the moment.

Regardless of what the answers were, Tolten's last statement couldn't be more true. The prosecutor nodded his head and grinned a little wider. "You're right. We're all just people in the end, no matter where we all came from." Which, it turns out, could literally be anywhere. Wow...!

There was something missing. Rose hadn't seen Lily all day. This wasn't inconceivable, in the morning, since she'd been slow to arise, but she hadn't seen her at all in town, nor was she in evidence in any of the lines forming around the buses.

Had something happened? It was, perhaps, silly to look for her now, when they were only a short ride from returning to their shared domicile, but it didn't stop Rose from doing so. However, acknowledging the absurdity of the action also didn't make Lily appear.

Rose slid into a seat, looking out the window. Still no Lily.

[Ilia]

Ilia hummed a happy tune as she boarded a random bus, feeling the best she had in ages. Clearly having a productive shopping day after finding out your companion really wasn't dead had a boosting effect on one's emotional state.

And speaking of lost companions, Ilia spotted the very familiar visage among the faces of the patients already loaded on the bus. Smiling gently, Ilia made her way over, but didn't sit down just yet.

"This seat taken?" There was never any excuse for rudeness, after all. She did hope her young friend was up for her company, though. Rose had grown more dear to her than she would have imagined anyone could a short half-week ago. That either said something significant about Rose herself, or about life and death situations in general. Or maybe a little both.

"Have you gone blind?" Obviously, Ilia hadn't, and she was just being passive-aggressive, but two could play at that game. Rose's eyes were wide and guileless, and her smile faked genuineness by virtue of actually being genuine. "It's all yours."

Pleasantries taken care of, they lapsed into a comfortable silence. For what was an eternity to an impatient 13-year-old, and was in reality less than a minute. "Did anything of note happen while I was unavoidably indisposed?" She hadn't asked Gamzee, because that would be useless, and the twins would have been worse. All she'd gleaned from them was that the killing sands in the basement served the same purpose for every party that ventured onto them.

Typical teenage sarcasm. It was like music to Ilia's ears.

Chuckling, Ilia sat, feeling comfortably at ease as she had almost the whole day through. There really was nothing like being productive and running into a familiar face.

"Well..." Ilia shook her head, sighing. "Actually, I wouldn't say I was in the best state of mind to be looking for anything new. Um. I guess... Landel did mention something about transformation."

What had that been all about? Ilia bit her lip. "I think it has something to do with people getting sick. Did you read any of the bulletin posts today?"

"A few." By which she meant all of them, in great detail, at least as had been available circa noon.

"Interesting. That's a little more specific than a cold and a rash. I take it you're unaffected?" Or compulsively honest, but Ilia hadn't shown signs of that before. If she was ill, she wouldn't have mentioned it. Or perhaps she would, to give her denial of symptoms greater effect. Rose peered at her. She looked the same as she had before, if inexplicably cheerful.

"Yes, I'm fine." At least Rose seemed to have gleaned the important parts of the issue. Ilia knew she never liked to be babied about information when she was Rose's age. Unless Rose had questions, Ilia would let her do her own detective work.

"I'm sure I don't have to tell you to do what you can to stay healthy." Ilia's lips quirked into a half-smile. Like they had a choice whether they got sick or not if Landel was involved.

"Did you have a nice day about town?"

"Of course. It starts with not getting stabbed in the chest." Rose didn't mirror the smile, but her nod acknowledged it. Ilia was learning. "And to head off your next question, I'm feeling O.K. otherwise."

"I ran into Gamzee. He seems to have returned to normal." Annoying and clingy, like a brain-damaged puppy. Why did she get all the weirdos? "And I met the rest of the other party to partake in Landel's little challenge that night. They seem to have experienced a remarkably similar scenario."

Not exactly the same -- she and Ilia, for all their coloring matched, weren't sisters, nor was anyone related to Gamzee, affectionate malapropisms aside.

"Glad to hear it." And the warmth in Ilia's voice was unfeigned and only slightly exasperated. It was good to hear Rose was back to normal. Probably wouldn't need to share any hugs for a while.

"Yeah..." Ilia frowned, her brows creasing as she gazed at the worn upholstery of the seat in front of them. That boy. She shook her head. "I talked with him a little yesterday. He definitely... He didn't seem to remember a thing."

She sighed, losing a little of her pep. She didn't have to explain how frustrating that was in its own way. She glanced back to Rose. "Oh yeah? I'm starting to think that there is no other challenge available to anyone who goes through those black doors."

Another week, another field trip over and done with. Donna had gotten her usual - nails, food, and facial - and had spent some time gossiping a bit in the spa for how the weather had gone before being herded for the buses. The fact that she could consider it a "usual" was sad enough, but she'd learned to take things as they came with a moan and a word or two.

"What, no windbreakers?" she snorted at the nurse hurrying her along for the bus, a hand patting her hair down as the wind did it's best to destroy whatever style she'd had going. By the time she was at the bus, she may as well have just gotten out of bed for how untidy her ginger locks were. "Just wants to pile in on, I guess," she muttered and took the first seat that wasn't already occupied.

[free]

Day 63: Bus 1

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