damned_institute | Night 74: Records Archive (Third Floor)

Lloyd grimaced, eying the computer screen with another wash of dismay. The list was long. So long that Kratos hadn't been able to see all of the names without clicking buttons to take the screen to the next page. He wanted to groan again, would have protested if this had been homework, but if these were the numbers they needed to get back to their worlds, how could he justify skipping any of them? Everyone who'd been trapped here deserved the same chance to get back to their world, and who knew if anyone else would make it this far?

"I have a pencil," he said, fishing it out of his tool belt. "I brought it in case I needed to write something down for my map. I only have one, though." Which meant two things to write with between the three of them. One of them would have to sit by and wait while the other two copied what they could. "Castiel, maybe you could keep looking through the books..." He scowled doubtfully. What they'd found so far had been as useless as it was enraging. His hands clenched at the idea of having to read through more of them.

No, he knew which task he'd prefer. Following Kratos's lead, he pulled a piece of paper free from a different book, then tugged a chair over next to his father's. "You take the top half, I'll take the bottom," he offered. Then determinedly he set the work.

When it came to translating the numbers into actual information, Castiel didn't know where to begin. They didn't fit the kind of coordinates that he was familiar with, which made sense when he considered that they were dealing with an entire universe rather than a single spherical world. For now, they were going to have to copy down what they could and hope they could find someone who knew what to do with the information.

Still, having it was half the battle.

It did seem overly tedious to write down each set of numbers when the majority of these worlds belonged to people no longer here, but they didn't have much choice. He should have brought a pen or pencil with him, but Castiel hadn't considered they'd find something quite like this.

"There may be another way," he said after a pause. "If we use our radios and send out a message to the rest of the patients, they could respond with the names of their worlds and we could prioritize by taking down that information." That all depended on how many people had their radios with them and would know how to respond, but it was a place to start.

Kratos froze, halfway through writing down another set of coordinates, when Castiel pitched his alternative. His first thought was to reprimand himself for not having thought of that; his second was to remember that he had never used the radios before, so it would make sense if he were to forget about them. "That's not a bad idea," he said, bending down to reach for the radio at his feet. "I'm not sure how many people will respond, but that sounds like a reasonable place to start."

What was the public channel again...? Kratos fiddled with the knobs as he searched his memory, trying to recall the number he'd seen printed on the sheet that had been passed down a few days ago. It was something painfully easy, something that wouldn't normally be difficult to forget--ah, right. He tuned the radio to the appropriate channel, hefted the radio, and began his transmission.

Once he'd finished, Kratos set the radio back down. "We'll wait a few minutes to see if anyone responds; if not, we'll proceed with our original plan." He turned his head sharply as the door suddenly creaked, but the spike of alarm swiftly faded as one of the new arrivals quickly lifted her flashlight to her face to identify herself and waved. It wasn't someone he knew, but the face seemed familiar - a fellow patient. He exhaled slowly and turned back to the computer. "Speak of the devil," he said wryly. "Might as well ask them what their worlds are while we're all in the same room."

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Lloyd's startled expression flashed across his face a lot more openly than Kratos's, then was followed quickly with chagrin. "I didn't even think about the radios. You can really use them to talk to everyone? Not just one person?" He hadn't realized that. He watched with interest as Kratos demonstrated, then quickly scribbled the public frequency number in the corner of his paper even as he did his best to memorize it in his head.

Once the transmission was over, he waited a breathless moment just in case they got an instant response. He wasn't expecting to hear the door creak open, and he jerked around, fumbling for the sword he'd left back on the other desk. Dammit, he shouldn't have been so careless-!

Oh. Alarm faded. It was just other patients. He'd seen the girl around, though he'd never spoken to her. The other guy, though... Lloyd craned a look. Even with the light of their flashlights and his lamp, the shadows cast still seemed to distort everything, but he was pretty sure that was the guy he'd spoken with just that day. He lifted his hand in greeting.

Castiel wouldn't have known about the public channel, nor how it worked, unless it had been explained on that piece of paper with all of the frequencies. Even then, he was uncertain about how to do it and was therefore grateful that Kratos was willing to make the broadcast.

This was still so new to them. For once, the radio messages would be coming from patients rather than from some unknown figure. It felt like a step in the right direction, though who knew if they'd get any replies.

"Thank you," he said to Kratos under his breath, though at that point the door opened and a pair of other patients stepped inside. So there were others who had also made it this far. That was a good sign, and Castiel even recognized one of them.

Seeing how only two of them could write down coordinates in the first place, Castiel decided to volunteer for this particular task. "I'll go speak to them," he said as he moved away from the computer. "I'll be back in a moment."

[To here.]

Kratos nodded as Castiel got up to go speak to the two patients that had just arrived, and turned his attention back to waiting on the radio. It didn't take long before someone responded, and at first, Kratos hesitated, not entirely sure how to respond. Eventually, though, he decided that some information was better than none at all, and indicated for the man on the other end to continue.

"Take over for me," he told Lloyd once he'd finished. "I'll run the search." As the one with more computer savvy, he preferred to hunt through the entries himself rather than let Lloyd struggle through it, and Lloyd was better at conversation anyway. It would also hopefully keep him occupied so Castiel could talk in peace.

Technology wasn't Lloyd's strongest suit, and he knew it. Knew it and was just as glad to leave that task to Kratos. He nodded, setting his pencil down for the moment. He couldn't write anything down while his father was running the computer through that search.

In the mean time, he fished his own radio out and set the knobs to the public channel setting. He'd relay any information Kratos needed to hear.

It was hard, though, to stay completely focused. His eyes kept darting to Castiel and the other patients. What were they saying? Had they found anything tonight that might help? Did they have any warnings about monsters elsewhere? He had to rein in the impulse to get up and go join them. Castiel was handling it, and Kratos needed him here.

[From here.]

Lloyd didn't have to wait long, as Castiel headed back over soon after he'd left. Ryuuzaki and the woman with him had been in a hurry, but they'd given him the information needed, so that was all that mattered. If anything, it was good to see that another group was moving on, as they would be spending quite some time here from the looks of things.

"I need to search through the computer," Castiel said as he stepped toward Kratos. He didn't want to forget any of the details he'd been given, seeing how he couldn't trust his memory as much as usual.

There were going to be plenty of Earths to search through, so he wanted to pinpoint these two as quickly as possible, not to mention trying to find his own.

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It wasn't long before the man responded again; Kratos handed the radio over to Lloyd and scribbled "Amestris" - or, what was hopefully an approximate spelling - on the sheet of paper in front of him. He turned his attention back to the computer. There had to be some kind of search function; especially with all these versions of Earth, it was difficult to imagine someone committing all of the nuances to memory.

Eventually, though, he found the search function - handy, having a small hand lens icon for easier identification - and typed in "Amestris". The results had just popped up when Castiel came back, asking to use the computer.

"Do you need me to run the search immediately?" he asked. "Otherwise, if you write down the information over here" - Kratos pushed the sheet and pen in Castiel's direction - "I'll attend to it after this one--unless you needed to take care of it personally?"

"No, that's fine," Castiel said with a shake of his head as he took the piece of paper and pen and leaned against one of the shelves to start writing down all of the details he'd just been given.

It sounded like they were already getting some responses to the message that Kratos had sent out, which was good. The more world names they could get tonight, the better the chance of getting every single person still caught in this place home.

This didn't solve the problem of their brainwashed allies, but they were going to have to take this one step at a time, and so Castiel focused on writing. Legal system, 2016, spirit channeling...

Lloyd spoke briefly with the other man, frowning vaguely at the feeling that he knew that voice. He couldn't pin a name down right away, though. Distracted, he glanced at the computer screen to see if Kratos had had any luck.

"Why do you think there's so many worlds with the same name?" he asked, voicing something that had been bothering him since they'd first looked at the list. Were some names, like Earth, really just that popular? Lloyd couldn't imagine naming his world after just one of the elements. Did those worlds just have no water, no fire, no air? Or just more earth than anything else? "And how will we know who belongs to which one if there's more than one of them?" He hadn't heard that part of the conversation that Castiel had had with L and Lana, but it was a problem that even he could see they'd have to deal with somehow.

Kratos watched as Castiel began to write down on a separate piece of paper the information regarding the other worlds he'd just been told about, and then turned back to the screen. Surprisingly, the search for "Amestris" had resulted in a single result - presumably, the world that the other patient on the radio had been speaking of. He briefly skimmed the description, which went on about "alchemy" and some international conflicts of note, and then zeroed in on the coordinates listed. Taking up the pen, Kratos wrote them down next to "Amestris" and then passed the paper to Lloyd. "Here."

He spared a glance toward Castiel's paper and was about to try a second search when a second patient responded; Kratos, attention diverted, hastily wrote "Republic City, Southern Water Tribe" down before moving on to the next search. "It seems like it's the same world, except different versions of it," he said distractedly. "I'd prefer to remain unconcerned about the logistics." After all, it was confusing enough to have to deal with multiple worlds, let alone multiple versions of the same world. "In the mean time, the search function on the database seems to allow me to search for specific characteristics, which should allow us to differentiate--can you get that?" Kratos nodded in the direction of the radio.

Castiel could have answered Lloyd's question, but Kratos did so for him, allowing him to focus on writing down everything that the two who'd passed through had told him. He would need to get into contact with them tomorrow, to see how much further they'd traveled and what they'd found.

Yet another reply came in. He didn't recognize that voice either, but that was beside the point. So long as they were able to obtain the information for whoever responded, that was what mattered.

Castiel slid the journal back over to Kratos, leaving it there for him to start searching when he had the chance. At this rate, they were going to be spending most of the rest of the night working on this.

"There," he said, "that's what they told me. It should be enough to narrow it down to one Earth."

Lloyd took the paper from Kratos, then turned his radio back on so he could relay the numbers to the man on the other end. He took a moment to talk to the woman, too, and wrote down what she had to say about her world.

While Lloyd did that, Kratos busied himself with starting the search through the list of Earths. This time it didn't go as quickly - most likely because there were so many entries. A circle spun next to the search lens, as though symbolic of the seemingly eternal wait while the computer ran through its database. In reality, it only took another few minutes before Kratos had another string of numbers written down. He passed them to Castiel before starting the next search.

While he waited for the next response, Lloyd made a face. "I'm glad it's you dealing with that," he said to his father. "I don't think I understood even half of what you said." He glanced at Castiel, half-curious, half because he was restless and talking was at least something to do. "Do you have anything like this in your world?"

At this point, Kratos was doing the most difficult job between the three of them, but Castiel could already tell that he was more proficient with a computer, even when it came to something as simple as typing.

As soon as the numbers for the two worlds he'd been told about were written down, Castiel ripped that piece of paper out of the journal and put it into his coat pocket. He would have to give the information to Ryuuzaki and his female friend tomorrow.

When Lloyd turned to ask him a question, Castiel tilted his head curiously. "You mean a database cataloging other worlds? Or the computer itself?"

He was aware of there being other planets, but the information about them was limited, and God had never seen fit to have them investigate much beyond that. Their dominion was over Earth and nothing else, and so while Castiel knew about the other planets in their solar system, he wasn't much more informed than that.

"Either? Both?" He hadn't really thought to specify. "My world..." He trailed off, realizing he had to amend what he'd been about to say. "It does, sort of. I think? I've only seen computers inside a few places. Most people don't have them. I don't think any of them have a list of other worlds, though. Not like this." He gestured at the list he'd already written down. "I don't think anyone knew there were this many worlds out there. I- Hang on."

Someone else was calling through the radio. Instead of a nagging sense of familiarity, though, this time Lloyd recognized the voice. He'd spoken with owner just that morning. He turned his radio on again. "Sora!" While he talked, he quickly wrote some information down before passing it to Kratos. Sora's world is Destiny Islands.

Castiel was more than prepared to explain some of the details of his world to Lloyd. There wasn't much else they could do when they were waiting for replies and when Kratos was working on the computer, but then Lloyd was interrupted.

Castiel listened to the exchange, but he didn't recognize this Sora either. It was starting to sink in, how few of the people in this place he actually knew. Not that it had ever been his goal to befriend everyone.

Once Lloyd was done, Castiel spoke up. "Computers are common where I'm from. Most families have at least one, and they're also used in offices. But I don't think they would have a database like this. Scientists have researched the other planets near Earth, but it isn't nearly as extensive as this."

"Whoa," Lloyd said, impressed by the numbers Castiel was suggesting. "Almost everyone in your whole world? Your world must have a lot of mana to run that much magitechnology." Would his world be like that if it hadn't been split? If the Tree hadn't died from so much mana being used up in the war?

He broke off again when he got another couple responses. The words "Hyrule" and "Ordon" were quickly added to the list of names Kratos needed to search for. Kratos only nodded and slid a piece of paper back to him in return. He'd found Sora's world, and the world the girl was from. Lloyd wasted no time in passing that information on.

The worlds were being found and the information passed along to those who needed it. They were actually making some kind of progress, even if they didn't yet know what to do with these numbers. That they could work out later, but even this kind of breakthrough was bound to raise morale.

Castiel waited until Lloyd was finished with his work on the radio (and he seemed to be the best choice for the job) before he responded to his earlier statement. "I don't think that Earth has... mana or magitechnology. Computers run on electricity, which is a kind of energy source." It was possible they were different words for the same thing, in which case Lloyd's world was in short supply.

There might come a day when Earth was also sapped of its resources, considering how quickly the humans were burning through everything...

"Electricity..." Lloyd echoed the word with a frown. He knew what electricity was. He'd been hit with more electric attacks than he'd ever wanted to feel in his life. "That's just lightning-based mana, isn't it?" He glanced at Kratos for confirmation.

Kratos's attention remained on the computer, fingers typing in the words for his search. Even so, he took the time to answer Lloyd. "In our world, yes, but other worlds are no doubt different. Haven't you seen enough in the time you've been here to know that already for yourself?" As Lloyd frowned again, mulling that over, the older man nodded at his computer. "There are two results for worlds with a 'Hyrule.' Is 'Ordon' part of a separate search, or should I include it in the parameters?"

Lloyd's brow furrowed. He hadn't thought to ask. "I don't know," he said. "Hang on, let me ask." He turned the radio back on to call Sora. He took a moment to talk to the other girl, too, when she responded just after that.

Lightning-based mana. It was an understandable mistake. Lightning was power, and angels had the ability to control that kind of weather if they were high enough in the ranks. There was a reason that it usually smelled of ozone whenever an angel arrived somewhere.

Not that Castiel had even a shred of that power now. "This computer runs on electricity," he clarified. "It's also used for lights."

Not that there were many lights on in this room, but still, Lloyd should know what he meant.

That was probably enough of talking about energy sources and computers, though. Castiel stood up and stretched. "I'll start searching through the rest of these texts," he said, as it seemed that Kratos and Lloyd had things under control here.

The lights might have been off right now, but Lloyd had seen them on during the day. He knew what Castiel was talking about. "Huh. I wonder what the difference is..."

He didn't wonder for long, though, soon distracted by more responses from the radio. He winced when the girl, Korra, asked about Earth. Oh man, there were so many different Earths. Trying to pin down just one... At least she'd given them something to narrow the searches down with.

Death City, though... What kind of a name for a city was that?

Fortunately, with the new information, it didn't take Kratos long to come up with results. Lloyd called the others back to let them know, inwardly pleased. After so many days without making any progress, it felt like tonight they were finally doing something that would help!

Just overhearing the back-and-forth between Lloyd and those on the radio, it sounded like they were slowly but surely finding each person's world. Castiel was eventually going to have to run a search for his own, but he decided to wait until the chatter on the radio had died down. It seemed like they were almost finished.

In the meantime, he wandered the archive, picking out binders and journals at random to page through them. Most of them were filled with reports about the different experiments performed on the patients, and he found that he didn't have much of a stomach for reading about it. Not because he was squeamish, but because it felt like an invasion of privacy.

Would he be able to find any information about Dean and Sam here? Castiel didn't know if he wanted to learn about what may or may not have been done to them. Yet before he knew it, he'd started searching the shelves for the M-U file for patients with last name "D," for Derringer.

Once he found the correct journal, he opened it up and started flipping through.

[From here.]

After traveling through so much of the institute without seeing another soul (save for that zombie scientist, anyway), Sora was taken aback when they stepped in and saw three other people there. Even though Lloyd had told him this was where they'd be, it was different seeing them in person now.

Lloyd and Kratos were sitting near the computer, whereas their friend was standing in another part of the room and reading something.

Sora moved right over to the pair, seeing how they were the ones he knew, and waved excitedly. "Hey, we made it! What's happening here?" Sora's gaze shifted to the screen that Kratos was sitting at, head tilted curiously.

Link's eyes brightened when he stepped into the records room to see another group. Part of him... had been hoping that Tsurugi would be among them, by some sort of miracle, but he knew at this point that holding out a hope of seeing him tonight would be foolish.

He swallowed, eyes darting to the door frame behind him before returning to the group before them. Link offered a small smile, but no words. Never having been much of a talker, he began taking a look around.

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