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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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"You know that was a suicide mission." Marcus said evenly.
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Statesman cared about others, and he knew Recluse would use that against him. Still, these guesses were very close. Recluse was smart, but these could just be lucky guesses, or a sign he knew more than he was letting on.
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"So, what went wrong with it? Something must have, or you'd be annoyingly smug right now."
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The fact that just about everything else had gone wrong was beside the point.
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Of course, Recluse did deserve it, but they were supposed to be working together.
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And it was so amusing how badly Marcus had failed at his initial attempt to act enigmatic. Recluse closed his eyes again, his headache a little less painful.
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"What are you going to do in town?" Marcus might need to keep an eye on Recluse there, despite what he wanted to do himself.
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"They'll probably search us at the end of the day... but if someone gets sent back to the bus for bad behavior they might not be searched," Marcus was just barely whispering now, just loud enough for Recluse to hear him over the sounds of the bus and other people talking.
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He just needed to figure out which patients were Recluse's minions. While Recluse didn't form emotional attachments, he probably didn't want his minions rendered useless by sedation.
"But you do have the point about the Benton act," It would probably be better to have Recluse be the one sedated, even if that meant that Marcus had to be the one that got punched... if they did it near the end of the day, they could both potentially smuggle things back.
"If we do it near the end of the day, we could both get sedated and bring things back, but that might eat into our time tonight," So, what was more valuable, outside items or time at night? It did not sound like a difficult question to Statesman.
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"It depends on what's reasonably available to steal." It it was just a couple of small things, it might not even be necessary to try and avoid the searches.
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"I'm sure I can manage something," Marcus offered. These plans were all assuming they found things worth stealing, but there was really nothing else they could do on the bus ride over.
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All that the Benton act would need was one major slight to get fixated on. Then semi-incoherency and stupidity would make it too difficult for a nurse to get any more information. But he'd really not go rambling on about something when he had absolutely no idea what to do. Or if Marcus picked a bad excuse for the fight.
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This could yeild amusing results... But if he wasn't careful, he might give Marcus an actual reason to start a fight.
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"What did you have in mind?"
Monica was dead, but he was sure that was not going to stop Recluse from digging at an old wound. They both knew exactly what sister was being discussed here.
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Marcus really wanted to punch him, it would be a great way to relieve the stress that had been building since he had arrived.
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Of course, this was all only if they found things worth taking back. Marcus hoped the nurses weren't too quick resolving the fight.