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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[whiny-egomaniac.livejournal.com]

A visible shudder shook Starscream's frame at the thought of debasing himself to human levels. "Organic biology is incredibly revolting and downright inefficient," he replied, pointing at the buffet in front of the pair. "Look at all this! Rather than refueling with a simple serving of energon, they are forced to consume different kinds of flora, fauna, and artificial substances to sustain themselves! And now WE have to suffer through this humiliation as well!" Reaching forward, the Decepticon leader grabbed a stack of pancakes and dashed them to the ground. "Pathetic".

Starscream nodded as the droid continued speaking. His lips curled slightly when HK-47 started on his maniacal sadism toward the flesh-creatures. "I may not take as much revelry as you do in putting the humans in their place, but I certainly appreciate your disdain for them." Enough prattle about the humans, however; he wanted to learn more about this place. "Tell me...do you know what it is the 'hostile meatbags' are guarding, if anything?"

[arc-wrench.livejournal.com]

"Statement: While I have no idea what this "energon" is, being normally fueled by high-grade power cells that need no recharging... Affirmative: Yes, the meatbag food is disgusting. Unfortunately, these bodies require several periods of refueling each day. Suggestion: Once it actually becomes a necessity to deal with the stuff, I would recommend consuming a liquid food product along with the standard solids." HK grimaced slightly, his eyes taking on a long-suffering look. "It aids in minimizing the urge to regurgitate." The only food product that he had yet to like was chocolate. And the guard meatbags still refused to give him any, on the grounds that it would make him 'hyper'.

"Statement: Some of the meatbags simply act as patrolling guards, attacking at random and adding to the general mayhem of the place. These favor ambush attacks for the most part, and it is therefore advisable to find at least one human meatbag to travel with at night, so that they can act as a 'meatsheild'. Oh, how I love that term," HK's eyes glinted with happy psychosis again for a moment before moving on.

"Others, usually far more powerful, guard specific areas, such as the 'Sun Room'," HK pointed in the direction of the aforementioned area, "Which is a common direction from which attempts at getting to the kitchen are made. There is a secret entrance to the basement hidden inside a cold storage room there. Commentary: 'Secret' is by this point only used as a general descriptive term, as the meatbag in charge of this facility just couldn't help but tell everyone about it over the comm system several nights ago. He seems quite 'unhinged'." As if meatbags had any hinges in the first place. "I will be very glad when he is forcefully disassembled. He is a very irritating reminder that by some random fluke, a meatbag found a method of temporarily subjegating his non-organic betters." And it had better be temporary, or HK would become very cross.

[whiny-egomaniac.livejournal.com]

Starscream noted the pained expression on HK-47's face as he spoke at length about the need to consume this wretched excuse for fuel. He'd not go into what energon is, nor about its superiority to these organic objects. "Unfortunately...if this body is truly one of those synthoid replicants, then it might find this...'food'...palatable. I loathe to imagine myself enjoying this slop."

Nodding impatiently as HK-47 continued speaking, Starscream's eyes lit up when mention of a specific human came up. "Someone...in charge, you say?" The Decepticon crossed his arms and paced about slowly. "Tell me, my friend...have you made any attempts at taking down this flesh-creature? I could care less for the other humans in this facility, but you and I" - it was here that he placed a hand on his companion's shoulder - "we should not have to suffer this humiliation. At any rate, if wresting control of this facility is more difficult than I imagine, there must be SOMETHING that can be done to understand what's happened to us."