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damned_institute2012-09-24 12:56 pm
knightspirit) wrote in damned_institute2012-09-24 12:56 pm
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Day 66: Game Room (Fourth Shift)
The game room, huh... In normal, everyday life, it wouldn't have sounded too terrible, but as things were, it seemed like more of an annoyance. Games were fine, but priorities.... On the other hand, Kyousuke seemed to have hit a block in figuring out the clues to the the illness, and just thinking without getting anywhere wasn't very productive, either. At this point, it may have been best to push it aside and come back to it fresh. He had his reservations about it, especially since the end of the day was rapidly approaching, but... Frustration wasn't going to get him any closer.
He poked around what games were there with resignation, still half wondering what he was even doing and trying not feel guilty for needing a break. After a while he came across an electronic device marked "Game Boy Color" and picked it up out of curiosity. He'd heard of those before... If he was right, this thing was older than he was, by quite a bit. Flicking it on confirmed his suspicions; the sound and graphics from it spoke for themselves.
Shrugging, he took it a random seat, wincing at the pain in his ribs as he sat down. He guessed it wouldn't kill him to mess around with this thing for a little while.
[Lloyd!]
He poked around what games were there with resignation, still half wondering what he was even doing and trying not feel guilty for needing a break. After a while he came across an electronic device marked "Game Boy Color" and picked it up out of curiosity. He'd heard of those before... If he was right, this thing was older than he was, by quite a bit. Flicking it on confirmed his suspicions; the sound and graphics from it spoke for themselves.
Shrugging, he took it a random seat, wincing at the pain in his ribs as he sat down. He guessed it wouldn't kill him to mess around with this thing for a little while.
[Lloyd!]
no subject
Talk of the cure seemed to have gotten his attention, though. Soma leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice as she nudged a pawn across the board. "It's not impossible. At least two of us got it done last night. There's an operating room in the medical wing, and there's equipment and anesthetic in a room attached to it."
She paused. It was easier to talk about it during the day, now that the pain was fading and the blood and sweat seemed more like a bad dream than anything else. "It's not easy. But the supplies are easy enough to obtain. There are people with healing abilities here, too. Finding someone you trust enough to perform the operation is the hard part."