damned_institute | Day 29: Sun Room

It was with some relief that Yuuhi awoke the next morning, in his own bed, sore and tired and achy. He would've slept more had they let him, his face down in the pillow, away from all the others and their questions and their concern. He didn't want to see them, but he managed a little smile when the nurse came in and didn't object when she lead him out into the open hallway that had been splattered with blood, plenty of it his, just last night.

The Chapel or the Sun Room? He felt he had good reason not to be terribly religious and had a feeling he wouldn't be very welcome there anyway. The Sun Room would be nice though. It was bright and cheery and he could always doodle or write notes on the community board if he'd nothing better to do. Besides, the nurse was kind enough to let him take a book with him.

He found a seat on one of the couches, far from the entrance and seated himself in the far corner, legs scrunched up against his chest so he only took up one of the cushions. He opened up where he'd left off, fingers carefully turning the worn pages of Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz.

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He hadn't heard of it either. Wasn't that what Byakko had been talking about? The possibility that Byakko might have lied to him (and not that Mousse had misunderstood) was beginning to plant seeds of doubt in the Amazon's mind. What if Byakko had lied about other things?

Well, it was true that there were monsters here and that the staff acted as if his previous life was a delusion (What if it was? What if he had only dreamed up Shampoo? That was too horrible to even consider!), so Byakko hadn't been entirely wrong. He pursed his lips. "Nothing at all? Then how do you explain what is happening here?"

That was a subject in which Leon had been giving a lot of thought. The boy crossed his arms over his chest, staring down at the floor with an expression of deep contemplation

"I had assumed we were under the control of some sort of near omnipotent being - possibly more powerful than the Ten Wise Men, though you wouldn't know who they were - who could draw people out from different dimensions on a whim. It's possible that there is some sort of machine involved, time travel as well - though I was theorizing that different dimensions might simply run on different times."

He blinked back up at Mousse. "Does that sound ridiculous to you?"

Mousse wasn't completely daft, but he found himself feeling somewhat lacking intellectually when he could only follow Leon's line of thought in a very barebones way. So, basically the kid thought a god-like individual was behind his kidnapping? But why him? There was nothing especially desirable to him, he mused darkly. He was an accomplished martial artist, but there were others who were more skilled than he was. He sighed, glumly taking in his wounded arm once more. If he had been abducted because someone had expected great things from him, this individual was no doubt unimpressed now.

The why is what bothered the Amazon. Why him? And why had his captor removed his curse? And why did Leon have friends here whereas Mousse saw no familiar faces? If he was interested in martial artists, why not abducted Ranma or Ryouga as well? He didn't voice any of these thoughts, though. He nodded. "Not especially."

Maybe if he could find a common trait he shared with the others here he would be able to determine what drew this "omnipotent being" to spirit him away and no one else. Coughing slightly, he inquired, "Why do you think it is they have brought you here?" He'd learn about the boy and see what similarities they shared, assuming there were some.

Leon was a bit bolstered by the fact that he now had an apparently rapt audience that didn't think he was crazy - not that his friends would think he was crazy, but sometimes he had a tendency to get carried away with things...

He shook his head. "That's what I can't figure out. Most of my friends remember me, but don't seem to be from the same dimension I am. Same world, slightly different memories of events. I would have thought we would have been taken because of how close we were to stopping the Ten Wise Men, but Claude is from a time after we defeated them, so why wait until then? And why take us from different versions of the same world? It's possible that we just happened to be near some sort of energy source that allowed for the transfer - in which case it would just have been bad luck... But I haven't been able to find any connection myself."

Different versions? That was something Mousse hadn't heard yet. He blinked and cocked his head. "What do you mean by 'different versions'?"

What if there was another Mousse running around somewhere? Even better, what if there was a Shampoo somewhere that LOVED him? These were important things to consider!

"I-it's complicated..." Leon scratched at his head where one of his original ears should have been. "Let's just say that my friends all remember traveling with a slightly different group of people than I do. I mean, we all remember each other, and the names of most of our friends match up, but we didn't all travel with all of them."

He sighed. "I'm sorry. That's probably a bit confusing to you."

Day 29: Sun Room

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