Day 66: Breakfast

[nobleman]

What Guy had seen on that scan resulted in some mixed feelings. While he had expected to find something in Claude, seeing how he was sick, it hadn't been quite the same as what they'd seen when they had scanned that other ill patient two nights ago. What did that mean? It was possible that the shape of it just looked different because of where it was in Claude's stomach, but Guy couldn't help but feel that there was a deeper meaning to it.

Yet another thing that he didn't understand, then. With a sigh, he got himself up out of bed and went searching immediately for the single leaf that he'd taken from the X-ray room last night. It was stored carefully in his possessions box, which meant that he didn't have to worry too much about that.

While he wanted to quickly sketch the leaf's general shape to post on the bulletin, Guy wasn't given that chance, as his nurse showed up before he could even grab for his journal. He had to relent and let her lead him to the cafeteria for breakfast. While Guy considered stopping by the bulletin to leave a note, that could wait until after he ate. He suspected that Anise or Luke would try to find him as soon as possible to tell him about their findings, so leaving a note for them would be redundant.

He did need to ask about the clue from last night and see if anyone else had further insight on it, but that might be something Claude wanted to do, seeing how he had a better idea of who that baptist was and what it all might signify.

After collecting a small amount of food onto a plate, Guy took a seat near the cafeteria's entrance, keeping an eye out for any of his friends so he could flag them down as they walked in.

[For Anise and Claude.]

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[envy_the_sinners]

Scar frowned, watching the boy almost curiously for a moment. Despite his slightly confused air, he hardly seemed to be reacting to the situation at all. Scar had just mentioned monsters roaming the halls and he'd just changed the subject like it was nothing.

It was honestly making Scar slightly suspicious.

"The clothing is ridiculous, yes. Some have mentioned finding their own clothes in their closets. If that happens, you can wear them at night." He took another bite of his breakfast. It was surprisingly good.

[asteroidbelt]

'Ridiculous,' yes. The smiley-face just seemed so artificial that Ryusei had a hard time imagining anyone could interpret it as anything but sarcastic. Maybe it's just me? It did make him a little uncomfortable to be wearing it, but he'd seen similar shirts worn casually by others. But if the staff here was going to return their clothes, why would they be restricted to being worn at night?

"That's weird. Is it a tradition?" Oh, another thing. "Does that mean you didn't find yours?"

No, that was weird, too. But everything so far had been weird. Windows-weird, even. Oh, he should ask about that, too. The scary man didn't seem to be getting annoyed.

[envy_the_sinners]

"This whole place is strange, and I have yet to speak with someone who understands the logic behind their actions. We do not even know why we have been taken here, yet." Or how they got their unsettling about of power...

"And no, I have not found my own clothing, yet." Scar didn't particularly care, either way.

[asteroidbelt]

It was pretty obvious why they were here, though.... The nurse had explained it when Ryusei had woken up, even if she hadn't been very specific about it. After a moment's hesitation, Ryusei decided to voice it. "How long have you been here, Mr....?"

Maybe the guy was new, too; Ryusei had no way of knowing. Alternatively, he'd been here so long he'd forgotten, which explained why he would know a newcomer just by looking. Ryusei couldn't bank on the latter option, though, and even if the hospital wasn't dangerous in the sense that a prison was dangerous (Ryusei assumed), he still didn't want to be attracting unwanted attention. He just wanted to straighten out this mistake and get out as soon as possible, but, frustratingly, he didn't know how much time it would take—that had been one of things the nurse hadn't told him. So he had to ask. "And how long do people usually stay here...?"

[envy_the_sinners]

"From what I have been told by others, no one has escaped. This is my sixth day here." It felt like longer, though. The days dragged on and the nights flew by in a dangerous rush. "People die. Others vanish. As far as I know those are the only ways of leaving." There was no point in sugar-coating the situation. (Scar never did, anyway.)

..."You may call me Scar."