Night 67: Doctor's Office 7 [unused]

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And the process continued, stomach flipping over, but Mikado almost relished the sensation if it meant getting out of that dark room.... Of course, all the rooms were dark, and this one could be worse than the last, but at first glance, it at least looked normal. Some kind of office, with a desk, chair, and computer--

...Computer?

There was a high-pitched gasp of delight from Mikado as he rushed into the room, skidding around the desk to brush his hands over the computer. It was only when he pressed the power button that he remembered to answer Sakuta-- And only recalled that. The wariness he had held only moments ago had passed with this new realization. "Oh, right, the experiments. I guess they experiment a lot on people here. My friend was before I even got here, and I was a couple of nights ago. The doctors seem to relish in it."

All spoken in the lightest of conversational tones. Mikado's attention was for the computer, an aspect shown in the shine of his eyes as the computer slowly booted up, screen flickering on.

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[asteroidbelt]

That didn't explain anything at all. Ryusei stayed by the door, tried flicking the light switch, and when it didn't work, leaned against the wall and crossed his arms as Ryuugamine fiddled with the computer.

What did he know about Ryuugamine? Didn't want to be alone, was confused by a lounge, was excited about a computer. Nothing that Ryusei could use as a clue as to how to re-word the question. No, there was one thing. He casually talked about the possibility of the rooms changing depending on who opened the door. What was that, occult? gullibility? But the doors had in fact become some sort of stable wormhole hubs. (He'd have to ask Kengo about that. If Kengo would even see him, after—)

"Is this one of their experiments?" Like a rat in a maze. In which case, the computer wouldn't hold anything useful.

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A part of his mind registered Sakuta playing with the light switch; placed it as interesting that while the power wouldn't work, the computer would turn on-- But for the most part, Mikado's focus was on the screen in front of him as it loaded, white font over a black screen, and then--

...And then it asked for a username and password. Mikado sighed loudly, visibly deflating. Using computers was his hobby, not hacking into them. He typed in admin, admin on habit and wasn't surprised when the screen didn't change.

He looked over the monitor mournfully. "It could be," he allowed. "I'm not... All that sure what is and isn't an experiment here. If they have complete control--to send us back to our rooms every day for one--then is anything we do not an experiment?" It was actually interesting to think about--and something he'd like to run by Izaya the next time they spoke. "Hey, you, um. Don't know anything about hacking into computers, do you?"

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"No, I don't." Normally he might have gone over just to look at what was wrong. But even if he didn't know anything about hacking—if, by chance, they managed to get it working, Ryusei didn't want to be put in a position where he could look at the news or search Gentarou's name. —Not that there was—

Putting that aside. "You don't seem concerned about this experimentation stuff." It fit into the pattern of behavior that Ryusei had observed, at least. But regardless of whether or not it was, Ryusei needed details, and even if the answer to all or most questions was 'I don't know', Ryusei had to ask all of them for the sake of being thorough. The lack of concern was a good development in that case, but that was only if it really was the case and not a case of changing the subject because it wasn't a good subject to dwell on. Which made Ryusei perverse to keep dwelling on it, but he'd stop asking if it came to that. 'That' being discomfort, but Ryuugamine had already seemed a bit shifty when opening the door. But Ryusei had already said it.

Deep breath. What he needed to know was not related to whether or not the doors were an experiment. "The doctors do it, did you say?"

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Of course it would be a negative. Mikado sighed quietly, and with a last look at the screen, came around the desk. It was then when Sakuta pointed out his lack of reactions. How to-- There wasn't really anything to explain, not in a way that he could. There was no sliding scale. What happened, and was happening, was in the same level as the things going on tonight. They were things Mikado hadn't experienced, and therefore--

...Yeah, but he couldn't say that. And he didn't even know if it was completely true. It had only been a few days. He might still be in some kind of repetitive shock.

The boy thought of Izaya, and thought that that might not be true. Mikado glanced down as he approached the other. "Yeah, from what I could tell. At least they look like doctors." That said-- "I don't know if you'll believe me, but back home? One of my friends was missing her head. And here, they attached it to her. After that, it sort of curves the rest of the experiences."

A part of him felt like he was selling out Celty. But then again, it wasn't as if he had described her in ways that she could be found out. Not anymore, at least.