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damned_institute2008-07-30 09:03 am
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Day 34: Breakfast
[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.
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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"Sorta," Clark said. "Just a few friends I made here," okay, Claire might not remember him, but he still counted her his friend, "but that's about it."
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"Well," he started, without really thinking. Here he had been about to say that the teen could meet up with him any night he didn't have some friends to travel with, but he couldn't do that unless he was willing to let Clark find out who he was.
There was a good chance the kid hadn't even heard of Spider-man, and Statesman and Logan already knew, but Peter couldn't help hesitating, purely out of habit.
"Just take care of yourself," he said, eventually finishing that sentence. "Though I guess you've probably figured out how to handle this place by now."
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"I will. What about you?" he asked.
Peter probably had a group since there was safety in numbers, but somehow Clark just couldn't picture him taking on the monsters or staff here. Then again, he probably didn't either. Anyway, if Peter ever needed any help, Clark decided that all he had to do was ask - he couldn't go around dropping the whole "Hi, I'm an alien from Kansas" into Peter's lap, but he'd see what he could do while keeping hush-hush about the other hairy details.
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"Well, I get along pretty well with my roommate, so we usually head out together at night," he explained. He wasn't going to get into the fact that Logan sort of knew him already, since he didn't need to confuse Clark with unnecessary details.
"And a friend of mine from home showed up here a few days ago, so I've been helping him get used to this place. Not that you can ever really get used to it..." He didn't want to make it sound like danger was a common thing for him, after all. Nor did he need to mention that Harry was supposed to be dead. He couldn't help wanting to keep up the act, as pointless as it might be.
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"I don't suppose he remembers how he got here?" Clark asked. Somehow he had the sinking feeling he already knew the answer. Did anyone?
But whether or not he knew the answer, it looked like their breakfast was already over. Clark threw a little wave at Peter as he was led away by his nurse, empty tray in hand.