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Day 30: Cafeteria, Breakfast
Hitsugaya woke with a start.
His entire body ached, but the pain was nowhere near as bad as it had been the night before. His injuries had been tended two with clean gauze and bandages, and he found every movement wasn't agony. He wasn't in the best of shape, but thanks to the miracle of landel's strange time distortion, he had mostly recovered from the vile poison without having to waste anyone else's talents.
And in his hand, still...there was the key.
He dressed quickly, sliding the key onto the key ring from his desk drawer and stuck it into his pocket. Whether the key stood to gain them anything or not, it stood as a vital reminder that they could succeed in this place. There was hope, as insignificant as it often seemed. They could beat this place.
That small shred of hope made getting up worth it.
The nurse who escorted him to breakfast was cheerful, and commented idly about how wonderful it was to see young Tommy Winters up and about again after his unfortunate run-in with a bad case of food poisoning. He smirked slightly, knowing that any lies the institute forced into their heads were only that: lies. He wouldn't buy it for a second. And on top of that, the concept of muffins sounded almost appetizing. While he still preferred his authentic Japanese cuisine, the food here was slowly becoming more and more bearable. He would have preferred a warm bowl of sweet nattou over rice over the mufffins, but they would do. The plain yogurt and fruit, on the other hand, was excellent. He piled his plate high with fruit as usual, and got several small bowls of yogurt as well.
Finding the most convenient table to the end of the food line, he took a seat and scanned for the new arrivals. New arrivals meant people who would be lost and confused. Renji did a good job of making a bulliten post last time...he should recommend abarai-fukutaicho do the same again this time.
[Waiting for Angel]
His entire body ached, but the pain was nowhere near as bad as it had been the night before. His injuries had been tended two with clean gauze and bandages, and he found every movement wasn't agony. He wasn't in the best of shape, but thanks to the miracle of landel's strange time distortion, he had mostly recovered from the vile poison without having to waste anyone else's talents.
And in his hand, still...there was the key.
He dressed quickly, sliding the key onto the key ring from his desk drawer and stuck it into his pocket. Whether the key stood to gain them anything or not, it stood as a vital reminder that they could succeed in this place. There was hope, as insignificant as it often seemed. They could beat this place.
That small shred of hope made getting up worth it.
The nurse who escorted him to breakfast was cheerful, and commented idly about how wonderful it was to see young Tommy Winters up and about again after his unfortunate run-in with a bad case of food poisoning. He smirked slightly, knowing that any lies the institute forced into their heads were only that: lies. He wouldn't buy it for a second. And on top of that, the concept of muffins sounded almost appetizing. While he still preferred his authentic Japanese cuisine, the food here was slowly becoming more and more bearable. He would have preferred a warm bowl of sweet nattou over rice over the mufffins, but they would do. The plain yogurt and fruit, on the other hand, was excellent. He piled his plate high with fruit as usual, and got several small bowls of yogurt as well.
Finding the most convenient table to the end of the food line, he took a seat and scanned for the new arrivals. New arrivals meant people who would be lost and confused. Renji did a good job of making a bulliten post last time...he should recommend abarai-fukutaicho do the same again this time.
[Waiting for Angel]
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Junior's comment about her not being insane was what drew her attention back to him. Even with the various things that had happened, she hadn't really doubted her own sanity but it was reassuring to hear that from someone she knew and trusted.
As he went on to comment about the kitchen, she nodded slowly in agreement. It did make sense, after all. The kitchen had probably been the first stop for some people, although it couldn't hurt to check it out sometime just to make sure.
"Hmm... There are a lot of storage rooms upstairs, but none of them have our things as far as I know. I'm positive they don't throw our things away, since people get their things back for Special Couseling, and... oh..." The realian trailed off momentarily. She hadn't told him about that, had she?
"Um... Special Counseling is something else you have to look out for. I'm not sure how often it happens, but a few patients are sometimes taken right after dinner. They receive their things back and are able to use their full abilities for the night, but the catch is: they fight for the Institution..." MOMO lowered her gaze and frowned slightly. "When you're under the control of the Institute, you're supposed to delay the progress of the patients who are unfortunate enough to run into you. You aren't supposed to kill anyone, but... You can still do a lot of damage. That can make running into them more dangerous than running into a normal monster, sometimes."
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What kind of sick name was that? 'Special Counseling.' Why would the people who ran this place pit monsters and fellow patients against each other, instead of just hiring a night staff? With this many patients, there had to been a lot of money coming in. The patients weren't toys, no matter how much the head honchos appeared to believe it.
And then there was the way MOMO had looked when she finally explained it. Had she known someone who'd gotten it? Hell, had she even been taken before? Even from just hearing about it, Junior didn't want any of the patients to have to undergo it, but...well, if it happened, he guessed it was probably best to just be supportive. He knew all too well what his own powers were capable of, and if there were any other patients here with similar abilities...it would explain why they'd be more dangerous than normal monsters.
The conversation was getting to be a bit too serious, again. It was necessary, but at some point he'd rather turn it back to whatever else would take their minds off of the monsters. MOMO'd been dealing with them for a week, and Junior wanted her to at least have a bit of time to just forget about it. Before that, he had a question he needed to ask. He was half-convinced that he already knew the answer, but he wanted to know just how far the others had gotten.
"...Do you know if anyone has tried going after the guys pulling the strings? If they've gotten remotely close?"
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MOMO couldn't help but feel a sense of relief when Junior didn't press about the Special Counseling. While she didn't enjoy talking about it, she had at least been able to get past her own session of it thanks to Sora and the others she had spoke to. What she had been afraid of was telling him that he had undergone the same treatment. Thankfully, that didn't seem to be the case.
"I'm positive people have tried but, as far as I know, no one knows exactly where to find him," the Prototype replied, looking at him once again. "I don't even know if anyone knows what he looks like, either. He's the man who speaks on the intercom throughout the day, by the way; Doctor Martin Landel."
Was that even his real name? Everyone here had a name that the Institute used, and then their real name. Even though Dr. Landel was one of, if the not the person running this place, was it possible that he had a fake name as well?
"I'm sorry I can't be much help, but you could try asking on the bulletin board. It's located in the Sun Room, and it's how many of the patients communicate during the day. You can sometimes find useful information by checking it every so often, so you might want to try that."
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Junior looked over to find more commotion as he finished off the muffin. Exciting for a first day, but it seemed far from normal. It'd be nice to get an idea of what the staff did for disruptions like this, but he had to wonder what had caused the patients to snap. He didn't want to go down that road, if he could avoid it.
"That's not common, is it?" he asked, looking back over at MOMO.
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"No, it isn't... Things sometimes break out among the patients, and the staff get involved in order to calm things down again. But I have never seen attacks against the staff like that."
It was a little frightening, to be honest. Staying in this place wasn't easy, but what could make those people suddenly go on the attack like that? Last night hadn't been normal, even by Landel's standards, so... did that have something to do with it?
"Usually, things are pretty calm during the day," MOMO continued after a moment, looking away from the fight. "I can't say for certain what caused that to happen."
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Great, stuck in a strange place at the beginning of a riot, without his guns. Not to mention MOMO had mentioned that their other abilities were muted, and he didn't want to test out what he was capable of right here and now.
"Whatever caused it, I think we should move out of the way," he said as he began to stand.