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damned_institute2012-07-23 08:48 am
- aidou,
- albedo,
- byrne,
- claude,
- doctor facilier,
- edgar,
- gabriel,
- guy,
- klavier,
- l,
- nina,
- rock lee,
- scar,
- scott pilgrim,
- seishin,
- skulduggery,
- the doctor,
- the once-ler,
- the scarecrow,
- tolten,
- tsurugi,
- two-face,
- zero
Day 65: Sun Room
His nurse had whisked him away from breakfast as soon as the intercom’s voice faded. Surprisingly, she didn’t take him to the shower rooms, instead bringing him to the Sun Room (as she called it), explaining that since this was his first day he would be allowed to skip the showers. Besides, it would be good to let his injuries heal a little more.
He’d passed through this room on the way to breakfast, but hadn’t really paid much attention to it the first time. Now that he was standing here, the Once-ler understood why it was called the Sun Room.
Despite the fact that it was cloudy outside, there was still far more natural light coming in through the ceiling windows than he had seen in a long time. The Once-ler stood still for a few moments, simply staring up. It seemed almost like a dream, really. The valley never got brighter than twilight, even at noon. There was too much smog in the air to let any more light through.
After a few minutes, he shook his head. Anybody who saw him just standing in the middle of the room would probably have questions about it, and he did not relish the thought of explaining himself to a stranger. He glanced around the room itself, spotting the bulletin board Soma had talked about during breakfast. The Once-ler decided that was a good place to start, and hobbled on over to get a closer look.
[For Nina, I believe?]
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"Me neither," he admitted, "but it seems that the people who did go found an interesting clue." And also more than they bargained for, from the sound of things, but that outcome was beyond predictable (and precisely why Byrne hadn't wanted to go).
He was about to continue on from there, but then his eyes fell and noticed something unusual about Ms. Skye - her arm, specifically. That rash. His smile faded in an instant. She...? Oh, that's right. The last time he'd seen her, she hadn't been feeling well and they'd discussed their symptoms. That was before either of them knew. Damn, he'd forgotten.
Byrne glanced back up at her, obviously concerned, but said nothing.
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"Oh?" She tilted her head, clearly asking him to continue. Talking about it wasn't the same as doing anything about it, but it felt better than pretending the problem didn't exist.
Besides, they were lawyers. If they didn't spend half their time arguing about something, no one would believe they'd earned their badges.
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Just like most members of law enforcement, putting their duties before themselves. It was something Byrne occasionally struggled with when 'themselves' referred to the people he cared about, but then...he knew, especially in situations like this, it wasn't wise to sit around worrying.
"There was an image of a stomach with a butterfly inside of it," he explained, letting the concern briefly disappear from his face. "From what people were saying on the board, I would assume that's the cause of our illness."
Hopefully it didn't mean what Byrne was afraid it meant, but considering it was this place? And that it was Landel who was to blame for all of this? It wouldn't surprise him in the least.
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She wasn't sure which to hope for. A concrete, physical cause would give them a place to start -- not Lana herself, but those who might know what to do with it. Ilia, maybe. She resolutely ignored the little voice pointing out another name that would be all to eager to help find a cure, especially if it involved experiments and machinery.
"And if the latter, were they able to do anything about it?"
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But anyway. "From what I read, someone actually saw it for themselves." How it was seen wasn't exactly described, just that someone saw it 'intimately'. Byrne's guess... "They probably used the X-Ray machine." 'Probably' because that was more likely than the uh, well. Than the more stomach-upsetting alternative. Literally and figuratively.
"Haven't read about any actions taken beyond that, though. I'd assume it's because they didn't have enough time to do anything else then." The night only lasted so long, after all. But Byrne didn't doubt that people were thinking of solutions as they spoke.
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It was reminding her of something, too -- a case? Not one of her own, but there'd been something with moths...oh, not a case. Silence of the Lambs.
"Do you think it would be worthwhile to confirm that?" She couldn't just sit around moping for another night, as appealing as a good night's sleep was sounding.
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Ahh, but now Byrne was just going off on another internal worried ramble. The need to confirm it, right. "Many people saw the clue and at least one person claimed they saw it 'intimately'. I don't think there's any reason to doubt them." Yes, people could possibly lie, especially in this sort of situation where panic could break out at any moment, but Byrne was going to put trust in his fellow prisoners as far as this was concerned.
Still...
"But even so, I have to admit I'm curious to actually see it myself."
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"Not, perhaps, too intimately," she added, as the possible implication of what she'd said finally sunk in. Slow, Skye, slow. "There's a limit to what I am willing to do for science."
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Before Byrne could say anything about that, however, he became distracted by someone suddenly approaching him and touching his shoulder. Who was--the nurse? What did she want?
...Oh. It was lunch time, and she wanted him to get up and come with her for a moment. Already? Shoot. Time flew by so quickly around here.
He turned back to Lana and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, but it looks like we'll have to end this here," he said, rising from his seat. "I guess leave me a note on the board if you need me. Otherwise, take care. Oh, and don't act with haste on this."
There, concern shared. Wait--should he ask about Badd, too? ...Nah. Byrne could keep looking for him on his own. No need to trouble Ms. Skye with that. (Plus, the nurse was being a little pushy right now. Wanting him to hurry on up so he could get his meal. Alright, alright! Moving along now. Sheesh.) He waved at his fellow prosecutor before following the nurse to wherever she was taking him to. As if it were so drastically important to cut a serious conversation short... Oh well.