Day 34: Breakfast

[screwthegods]

[starting off in M13]

The last part of the night was little more than a blur in Homura's mind. The men had rushed in, but not joined them, instead staying off to themselves. Before any of them had a chance to react, however, a voice sounded through the air, mocking some other person Homura had never heard of, and the patients themselves.

To Homura, whoever that man was, he sounded a great deal like a god.

But before he could ask questions, the demi-god found himself no longer in the chapel, but some strange room on a bed. Is that what Kenren had meant from his earlier warning? Homura sat up, glad at least that the world didn't spin when he did so. Then the same man from before began to speak again, with a completely different tone. It was confusing to hear him talk that way, calling them patients instead of prisoners as he had before. Homura listened quietly as the announcement was made, then got out of bed.

Maybe he wouldn't have to go anywhere yet. It wasn't like Homura knew where to go anyway, and that meant he had time. If this was his room, and if he had been here as long as Kenren had said, there was a chance he could find something with answers. The Taisho had even told him that Homura had seen Rinrei. Certainly he would've written something down, made a map, something that could let him find her again! He started with the desk at the end of his bed, first finding a small stack of notebooks. Picking up the first, he flipped through, turning the pages with quickening desperation as he found each one to be blank.

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[scarletspeedstr.livejournal.com]

Wally was suddenly glad that he'd just finished his breakfast because otherwise he was sure he would have choked on it. As it was, he gave a kind of strangled cough that he tried his best to cover with a gulp of orange juice.

"Abilities? Like super powers? Wouldn't they just be able to break out of here? A lot of the Justice League have powers and I can't see them having much trouble just leaving if they wanted. No offense." Not his best cover, but maybe Max wouldn't find it too odd. He hoped.

[transgenix.livejournal.com]

"None taken," Max replied with a casual shrug. "If I were back home, I don't think I'd have had this much trouble either. And yeah, some of it's like super powers. Some of it's like magic, too, I guess. But since they've taken all or most of that away from us, too, it makes everything a lot harder."

[scarletspeedstr.livejournal.com]

"So, what did you used to do, before you got here I mean?" Wally asked. "You make it sound like you had some kind of special powers like the League does. Does your world have something similar?" He hoped that Max was just talking about what other people had told her in relation to their own powers, and that maybe they were just trying to cover up their abilities. He didn't think his speed had been affected by being here, but he hadn't had a chance to check anything outside of the ever-present sense of things moving slightly too slowly.

[transgenix.livejournal.com]

"Me? No, I don't have any superpowers, sorry," she apologized with a wry grin. That was mostly true. "I'm just very handy at kicking ass, is all. Military training, mostly." At least that was true. And there were lots of soldiers here, from lots of different realms. While she was a bit more relaxed about admitting her abilities in an institute full of people with weird secrets, she was still reluctant to go into too much detail. It wasn't so easy to go back on a lifetime's worth of training, instinct, and conditioning.

"But I know there are people here who speak of losing their abilities. Most of it sounds more like magic to me, but we don't have anything like that in my world. People that have super strength, or can change forms, or can fly. People that aren't entirely human now finding themselves in a human body and stuck that way. That sort of thing. If you want to know more, the best place to look and ask questions is the Bulletin Board in the Sunroom. That's where everyone leaves notes for people and asks questions of the institute as a whole. Be careful if you do, though, the nurses and orderlies do keep an eye on it."

[scarletspeedstr.livejournal.com]

"Military training, huh? Should have guessed," Wally said with a wry smile, massaging his wrist again. "Remind me not to try and get between you and your food come lunch time."

He tried to keep his face as neutral as possible when Max talked about other people losing their abilities, but it was difficult with the sudden sinking feeling in his stomach. He was still hopeful that his own powers had been unaffected, but it was sounding more and more unlikely. That Bulletin Board sounded interesting though.

"Thanks, I'll be sure to check it out when I next get the chance." Wally took a few moments to think over what Max had been telling him over breakfast. "So, how long has this thing been going on? People getting kidnapped to this place? The way you've been talking about it... How long have you been here?" he asked, suddenly afraid of the answer.