damned_institute | Day 27: Library

Libraries, he'd found, were rarely as dull as people made them out to be. Though he felt no magic in these tomes, they were still full of useful information. Maybe some of them could tell him a little bit more about this world he'd landed himself in.

For that matter, why hadn't he run into any of the others yet? They'd all been fairly close together when they'd left Rekord, but he hadn't seen a trace of any of them. He was able to communicate easily with the people here though, which led him to believe Mokona was within a mile or so. Unless the ones running this little game had some other way to let all these other-worldly people communicate amongst themselves. In which case, the others could be very far away indeed.

The library had that wonderful smell of old books, and Fai traced his fingers along the shelves, skimming titles and pulling books that struck his fancy. Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz, The War of the Worlds, and with a smile, he found Bram Stoker's Dracula as well. Raven had been telling the truth then, in spite of his own lies. Ought to be a good start. He sat leisurely at one of the tables and began flipping through his selections.

[waiting for Tamaki~]

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A way to get out? Did this boy really expect anyone that was still here to know a way to get out? Then again, there were the few like William who had no interest in leaving, but the facts still remained.

"I've heard a few theories," was what the doctor voiced aloud. One being to get yourself killed or to just do the job yourself. Wiliam had to wonder if this boy was that desperate for freedom.

...But William was tempted to tell Mousse the theory anyway. Oh so very tempted indeed.

Grabbing William's hand firmly, Mousse looked him in the eyes and pleaded. "You MUST tell me, if you know a way!"

Surely this nice man wouldn't be so mean as to keep something so important from a fellow prisoner, right? Mousse couldn't fathom any reason for the other man to want others to remain incarcerated.

...What was it with the people here and the constant need to be in contact with those in close proximity? Like with Armand, William was tempted to break this boy's fingers, but also like with his bothersome roommate, the doctor held back.

Regardless of how nice it would be.

Keeping his smile in place, William nodded. "Of course, they are only theories, mind you. Do you still want to know?"

The Hidden Weapons master nodded vigorously. "Yes, please tell me! I want to leave as soon as possible! There's a girl I love and I'm worried if I'm gone too long, time will start up again and she'll marry someone else!"

Byakko hadn't mentioned that there was a point at which the time back home unfroze, but Mousse suspected it wouldn't stay suspended forever. Just as bad as being locked away by Shampoo and her Great Grandmother would be their waking up and realizing he was out of the picture anyhow. While he knew he had SOME time, he didn't want to take any chances and come home to find Shampoo a happy bride.

He was sitting next to a scatterbrained idiot. How sweet. William's smiled widened considerably, giving off the impression that the doctor was more than willing to help.

"Well," William lowered his voice. "One theory is that if you kill the Head Doctor you'll be able to go home."

A theory which ultimately led to a win-win situation. If the boy failed in killing the doctor it was nothing for William to fret over, but if he succeeded then all the more freedom for William to wander the halls and do as he pleased. Whether the boy actually managed to make it back was none of his concern.

Mousse blinked. "Head doctor?"

He hadn't heard too much about the actual workings of this place, being more concerned with leaving. But how would killing someone, let alone one man, get him home? Wouldn't he need the one who knew what was going on to SEND him back? And supposing he didn't, who would restart time once he got back? These were important questions. "Why would killing him get me home?"

That wasn't to say Mousse wasn't up for the task; he just didn't understand the reasoning.

William nodded in response. It didn't seem as if this boy knew much of who that was, so he must have been new. Even better. "The Head Doctor is the man on the intercom. He's the one who brought us here and the theory is that if you kill him we'll be able to get back home again."

"...."

Well, that didn't tell Mousse much of anything; William just reiterated that if you killed the Head Doctor, you went home, without so much as a why or a how. The Amazon didn't quite understand why he was here, but he was pretty sure that killing the guy in charge would bring all of his underlings looking for blood and NOT get him back home.

"Are you...certain?" Mousse said, not quite sure what to make of that assertion.

Was this boy dense? William shook his head in response, easily covering his tracks and any evidence at what he hoped this boy to do. It was such a pity this boy wasn't quick.

"No, like I said, this is just a theory. Nothing for certain." Unfortunately.

"And are there any other theories you could tell me?"

Mousse didn't want to discredit the kill-Head-Doctor-go-home mindset, but if there was something a bit easier and maybe less of getting his hands dirty, he would be happier. If he had to kill the doctor he would, though it seemed a bit silly that he'd be the first one to try if everyone suspected that course of action.

"Of course," William smiled. None of the theories really held any of his interest, but if it entertained this boy and kept him from talking, why not. "Yet another theory is mainly getting out of the property itself by climbing the walls."

"Oh!" Mousse's face lit up. "I can do that! I just need a weight and some rope! I can build a hook of some sort and climb over! Thank you so much for the suggestion!"

He hopped to his feet and began to hightail it for the door, only to turn around and come right back. "Uhm, excuse me. I'm sorry to bother you again," he said sheepishly, "But do you know where I might find some rope?"

Well, didn't this boy have it all figured out then. Far be it from William to attempt to stop him now. The doctor fought back a laugh as the boy took off running, just how far did he expect to go?

...William's answer came when Mousse returned not a minute later. Now this was a boy to play with. The doctor gave him a good-natured smile.

"From what I have been told, it's in the basement."

"The basement?" It made sense, actually. If there wasn't any use for the rope, why leave it laying out for others to find? But where was the basement? He inquired as much from William, adding, "Is there anytime the staff is less...attentive and I could sneak by?"

Threading his fingers together, William momentarily abandoned writing down information in his notebook for the moment and allowed his polite smile to fade somewhat.

"There is, but I'm not sure you'll like what you hear," William replied, careful to keep his voice low. "Has anyone told you what events go on in the night?"

Sadly, this boy did not seem the excitable type like the previous boy from second shift was, but William would still do his best to glean even the smallest amount of fun from this boy. After all, there was nothing like manipulation to end the day.

Mousse shook his head. "No, not really. I haven't really had a chance to talk to anyone very long. Would you mind informing me?"

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