Day 75: Intercom, Dinner

[damned_intercom]

With how the number of patients had dwindled lately, the day passed on without much note, save for one sedation that had happened early on. Which meant that soon enough, the intercom came on yet again, this time to announce the day's end.

"Hello, dear patients. I know a lot of your friends have been sent home lately, and maybe some of you are missing them." Was this a referral to that one patient's outburst that morning? Who knew.

"But instead of worrying about them, you should think of yourselves! There aren't many of you enrolled here right now, which means each one of you gets more of our attention. Before long, all of you will be headed back to your friends and family too. Maybe you can even meet up with some of your fellow patients after you're released -- wouldn't that be nice?"

Of course, Landel wasn't referring to the sort of homecoming that the patients wanted. Nice as it sounded in the daytime, the truth was something far more sinister.

"For now, enjoy some dinner with your roommates! Tonight we're serving spaghetti and garlic bread -- a popular choice, I would think. Have a nice meal."

And with that, the intercom shut off and the nurses gathered up the patients to take them to their rooms.

[ Make sure to check the rooming list, as it was updated prior to this post being made! ]

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[idolism]

Aidou hadn't fought on the sands, so the story of what had taken place in the duel didn't belong to him, but the entire venture was distasteful enough that he agreed with Guy for this own reasons. If a person reveled in the games Landel played, they were as disturbed as he was. By now, he'd probably shuffled plenty of people through them for whatever amusement.

But the basement in its entirety was a frustrating topic. Although he and Sasuke had put a pin in their endeavors in the caverns in favor of the third floor before they could discover these areas for themselves, he was still annoyed with it. Talking about the boatman meant acknowledging he existed. An awful creature all around.

"And no ill effects afterward, from his trade and such?" he wondered. "And what of the city?"

Of course he wanted to acquire more information, but he wasn't enthusiastic that the radio people were as helpful as some liked to believe. He doubted Farwell was a saving grace, or even a place that provided more answers than questions.

Guy's question, he answered simply and without flourish. A fair trade, if they were going to be cooperative. "You never found one within your box? It seems they might have delivered them to a number of people."

[nobleman]

Guy had been through his box last night and hadn't seen anything. He frowned, setting his hand to his chin to think that over. "Maybe they delivered them while we were still in Farwell..." The rebels may have somehow realized there was no point in leaving the notes for someone who wouldn't be there to read them. The shuffle of his room might have also been a factor in it.

Either way, he was getting the information that he needed now, so that was what mattered. He didn't mind sharing what he knew even with someone like Aidou. When it came down to it, they were all on the same side here.

"Everything he took as a toll wore off by morning, thankfully." Guy couldn't imagine how they would manage if they were all running around with a sense missing.

He didn't blame Aidou for being curious about Farwell, but it was difficult to know exactly where to start. "What do you want to know about it?" he asked, taking another bite of spaghetti wound around his fork.

[idolism]

"Let's be fair, we're not talking about the most straight-laced or genius-level tacticians here," Aidou pointed out aloud, the very picture of unimpressed where the topic of the radio people were concerned.

The note, obvious by now to belong to the rebels, was a not-so-secret secret and not something Aidou felt inclined to keep to himself. It was a little late for that, anyway. He had no objections to showing Guy if it helped to connect the dots, but one thing at a time--this city was certainly of great interest.

"What does this device have to do with that place?" he prompted.

He could scarcely imagine a second set of trials could lead to Farwell for the purpose of delivering this thing, but upon greater thought that fit in quite well with the Institute's history.

[nobleman]

Maybe the rebels weren't genius-level, but they were going to have to be good enough. They had no choice but to put their faith in them and what they'd developed, after all. As much as Guy was a fan of technology, he wasn't knowledgeable enough to be certain that it would work. Maybe if they'd had more time, they could have had another patient look at it more closely.

"Nothing, except that it was developed and assembled there. I'm guessing they scavenged for parts throughout the city to make it." So it might not look that impressive to someone from a more developed planet, but Guy respected it. Especially if it got the job done.

He polished off his food and leaned back in his chair for a moment, letting out a sigh. He wondered if his nights spent in this room, new though it was, were numbered by this point. It seemed like he'd either end up brainwashed like everyone else or they'd get out of here.

[idolism]

I mean to say, that's the access route they've been using? To bring it here?"

Through those caverns, ferried by prisoners who may or may not have ever succeeded in making it so far? Sigh.

"Don't tell me one of us is storing it under their mattress or something similar."

[nobleman]

Unfortunately, that was exactly what was going on. Guy glanced over at Aidou, barely holding back a sheepish smile.

He focused on his food, pausing a moment to take a full bite before he said anything.

"We really didn't have any other choice," he admitted. "But we have it, that's the important thing." Now they just had to figure out how to get near Landel with it.

[idolism]

The vampire squinted. Even unrested and half-starved, one would have had to hit him over the head and concuss him to have him fail to notice the answer written on the human's face.

Seriously? All this trouble, and the radio people had handed off their so-called ace to people who had even less freedom of movement than the rebels themselves? Call him crazy, but that seemed like a counter-intuitive move when Landel had more than one way to pry secrets out of his captives. Not that this could be much of a secret anymore.

"And how exactly do you imagine he isn't already aware of what you're doing?"

In fact, there was a strong possibility that trying to fulfill the radio group's orders as they'd given them would lead to a trap. A very real danger for those who volunteered for this task.

"Is this happening tonight?" he continued.

[nobleman]

There was no denying how crazy this all sounded. Their chances of actually succeeding had to be painfully low, and so Guy couldn't even fault Aidou for being incredulous about the whole thing.

But they were just going to have to work with what they had and keep their fingers crossed that they would get extremely lucky. Beggars couldn't be choosers, after all.

"We're basically just hoping that we've managed to slip under his radar somehow. But seeing how he's started to pick us off, I'm sure he knows something."

Guy polished off his meal and then moved over to his bed, pulling out the storage box from underneath. "It's happening as soon as it can."

[idolism]

Or, on the bright side...

"Perhaps he's finally just snapped," he suggested with a sardonic little smile. Really, what was worse, a madman or a madman who was still in possession of enough of his faculties to scheme?

His gaze followed Guy has he began to ready for the night. Aidou had been through enough roommates and shower periods to feel a fraction less violated by needing to change in front of other males, but he would never relish it, and especially not with the fact he and this human already had a certain amount of history.

"If you want to see the note I received, I'll show you, but it only warns of the events you've told."

[nobleman]

Guy was looking for something in particular, which was the modified radio that the rebels had given him. He was going to need to contact both Anise and Claude, and with no idea if their rooms had also been moved, this seemed like the best option.

Once he'd found it, he set it out on his mattress and then also dug out his flashlight. His sword should be in the closet.

It would be nice if Landel was crazy enough to not pay attention to what they were doing right under his nose, but that seemed like wishful thinking. When Aidou offered to let him see the rebel's note, Guy glanced over and nodded.

"I'd be curious to see what it says all the same," he said, standing up to move over to his closet. He let out a sigh of relief when he opened it up and his sword was there.

[idolism]

Despite his impressive lack of appetite (at least for this kind of food), Aidou didn't need long to finish off what remained of his tray of dinner. The morsel barely made a dent in his hunger, and he sighed as he dabbed his mouth with a napkin.

Another bad thing about all these disappearances was that pickings were much, much slimmer when it came to blood donors. Sasuke was willing, but as far as tenuous arrangements went, the noble couldn't help but wish for something a little more filling...

He'd pray the rebels' plan succeeded if it simply meant having food again.

Putting the tray aside, he rolled off the bed and retrieved his clothes from the closet at the same time he fished the noted from where he'd kept it inside his journal. The clothes, he put on the bed. The note, he handed off to the young man. On it was the same message he'd memorized and read over to himself a dozen times over already:

We’ve got an awesome surprise for the dear Doctor himself, and we’re counting on you to deliver it right to his door. This baby’s got the power to stack the cards in your favor. Once we’ve sent the device to your place, it’s up to you to give him hell.

In the meantime, some other people are going to be tackling the security systems. Make sure you both complete your missions on the same night. Hit him with a double whammy!

[nobleman]

As soon as Aidou brought the note over, Guy nodded in thanks and then leaned against the side of his desk to read it. While it was true that the information wasn't anything he didn't know, it was still interesting to see it put down in writing like this.

How were they supposed to coordinate with the people stopping the security systems? It seemed impossible, and he wondered what would happen if this "double whammy" failed. Something had to be better than nothing, right?

"Hmm... Might have to make a few radio calls then, see if anyone is working on the other half of that." He folded up the note and handed it back to Aidou. "Thanks."

With that done, there wasn't much else to do save for prepare, and so he went to retrieve his own nighttime outfit.

[idolism]

"Whatever "that" entails," the vampire replied, taking the note to fold back in half. "I haven't heard of one going into greater specifics, and there would seem to be more than one security center."

But then he didn't expect Guy or anyone else to just have the answers and hand them over, that would be too easy. That didn't mean this mysterious two-fold plan that involved no details whatsoever wasn't annoying. It was.

Working with so few facts chafed him, it always did.

[nobleman]

It was true that they were limited in the information they had to work with, but instead of letting it get him down, Guy was going to focus on the fact that they could have nothing at all. At least now there was a possible way to fight back.

"Guess we'll have to hope someone finds the right one." He'd been out of the loop for too long, but now that communication was a little easier, coordinating would also be doable.

Without thinking much about it, Guy started to change out of the hospital uniform and into his outfit from home.

[idolism]

Hope.

That was in short supply these days, it seemed like, as short as the prisoners necessary to band together to fight this battle of wills against those in support of the Institute. Aidou was a vampire, however, and not just any common one. He knew, he knew, he'd either win or die trying, so ultimately he fell on the side of those unwilling to give up.

... For whatever that was worth in this particular situation.

The noble turned away and moved to the other side of the room so that he didn't have to think too hard about the awkward rooming arrangement he was in. Ugh, he there was a reason the Academy didn't have gym class. "They didn't tell you anything else in the city?" he questioned as a means of filling the silence and answering Guy's remark at the same time.

[nobleman]

Guy couldn't help but notice that Aidou was uncomfortable with the idea of someone changing around him. He smiled to himself as he continued to get dressed, wondering how it was that his new roommate wasn't used to this by now.

He didn't remark on it, though, but instead focused on getting changed quickly so that awkward moment would be over sooner. Awkward for Aidou, that is -- Guy didn't particularly care.

"Hmm..." It had been a whirlwind, their entire time in Farwell, so it was hard to sift through everything they'd learned then. One thing did stand out, though.

"Well, they told us that if we stopped Landel -- actually stopped him, I mean -- then it should undo all of the brainwashing that the others have been put through." Those who had been released from this place, was what he meant. Aidou had to have some friends out there, right...?

[idolism]

"With his death, you mean?"

There was no hiding the fact that Aidou was enthusiastic about the idea. Killing Landel would bring him plenty of personal satisfaction outside of solving these problems.

However, when it came to the people who may or may not still be alive outside of the Institute's walls... The vampire needed to prioritize himself and who was still here, and not the others. His mind didn't travel in quite the same direction Guy was thinking.

[nobleman]

Guy didn't know why he'd shied away from saying it in direct terms, but he didn't mind confirming it. "With his death, yes."

Plenty of people were eager to make that final blow. While Guy himself wouldn't relish in the act, he also realized that it had to be done in order to save countless innocents, and he wouldn't hesitate. Just as he hadn't with Van.

Now fully dressed, Guy went to sit on the bed. He'd be calling Claude over the radio, so beyond what he'd already done, he didn't have any preparations for lights out.