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Day 28: Bus 1
Zelgadis was not happy, at all. Not that this was any change, but the events of the past few hours had given him more to angst about than usual. Nightshift had been dreadful: first he was attacked by a small green man and then covered in leeches, neither of which lead to warm fuzzy feelings.
And now this.
When the nurse had come into his room with new clothes he had a small glimmer of hope-- some thief had taken his normal Landel's wear in the night, so perhaps this was a change in luck. However, it was not the godsend he had hoped for. Minus the threat of sedation, there was nothing in the universe that could make Zelgadis wear a bright lemon-yellow shirt. There was a jacket of a slightly more tasteful variety, so Zelgadis made good us of it-- he put all his coupons in a pocket and pulled up the hood. It was almost as good as his cloak. Well, no it wasn't, but it would have to do.
With mild protesting, Zelgadis was lead to a large yellow vehicle. He climbed the stairs, took a seat towards the back, and readied himself for another frustrating day of being attacked and threatened with spoons.
And now this.
When the nurse had come into his room with new clothes he had a small glimmer of hope-- some thief had taken his normal Landel's wear in the night, so perhaps this was a change in luck. However, it was not the godsend he had hoped for. Minus the threat of sedation, there was nothing in the universe that could make Zelgadis wear a bright lemon-yellow shirt. There was a jacket of a slightly more tasteful variety, so Zelgadis made good us of it-- he put all his coupons in a pocket and pulled up the hood. It was almost as good as his cloak. Well, no it wasn't, but it would have to do.
With mild protesting, Zelgadis was lead to a large yellow vehicle. He climbed the stairs, took a seat towards the back, and readied himself for another frustrating day of being attacked and threatened with spoons.
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"If I can get out of their sight I should be able to get away, but if they see me when I make my first move..." Well, if they saw him when he made his first move it would be a hell of a lot more difficult. But there would still be a chance.
"What about you, planning anything?"
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"Hm, maybe ya can have someone cause a distraction? Tho' they're probably gonna be mindful o' such tricks. No way they'd take us outta tha asylum unless they got tha town locked down jus' as tight. But there may be loopholes if ya look hard enough." The juice was also quickly consumed, and he crushed the box in hand before returning it to the bag.
"Me? Nah, I don' fancy my chances o' gettin' outta here, not tha way I am at tha momen'. Ran inta a real nasty beastie in one o' tha bathrooms last night, an' it damn near tore my leg off at tha knee, I c'n barely walk, let alone run or put up much o' a fight. Besides," his voice lowered to little more than a whisper, "If ya recall, I already said tha' I don' intend ta leave until I know what's goin' on here, an' whether or not I c'n put a stop ta it from tha inside."
That was seeming less likely in light of how ineffectual his attacks had been against that thing in the bathroom, but he wanted to consider all the angles before he decided he'd need help from the outside. "I'm gonna do me some detective work, see what the perception o' tha place and Landel is among tha local populace. Probably turn up wit' nothin', but ya never know."
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"Even if I got out of the institute, I have no way to return to my own world... You asked if it could be done, not if I would."
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Digging through the paper bag he'd been handed by his nurse, he was somewhat bemused to find a small book of coupons. Two free meals (maybe he could get a nice, big steak to help regenerate red blood cells), a free massage (maybe a good idea, he was feeling a bit stiff), and a free manicure. He almost laughed out loud at that one, he'd probably be better off getting assistance from a hardware store's angle grinder, but then, since he couldn't use his claws anyway, that was a moot point.
Well, at least this gives a li'l bit more info on what ta expect. Just ya regular run-o'-tha-mill slice o' Americana. Yeah, right. He was convinced that the town would probably be as much of a facade as the asylum itself.
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SubZero had watched the coupon book and made couldn't hold back a laugh at the free massage, grinning in amusement. He would have to take HK for that, if only to keep him out of the smiling man's greedy hands.
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He hadn't noticed the Lin Kuei gazing over at the coupon book, but guessed correctly that the source of the other man's amusement was probably the same as his own. He grinned back at him, thinking to make a witty remark, when the bus ground to a halt. Looking out the window, he saw the outlay of buildings of what looked to be a quaint little New England Village.
The doors opened and staff began herding patients through them. Not wanting to waste any more time in scouting the place and in reporting back to Statesman, Logan was among the first to leave his seat.
"I gotta talk 'shop' with a coupla other people this mornin'. Maybe I'll run inta ya later in tha day. Enjoy tha sights, bub." The last sentence heavy with sarcasm as he moved toward the front of the bus.