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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[multiweapon.livejournal.com]

The news of not having proper healers evoked a seldom-seen alarmed expression out of Haseo. "You mean they aren't even doctors? Tch." Unfortunately he couldn't share in her optimism, if it really was optimism, and he looked from her shoulder down to his own still-bandaged arm. If there were no real doctors present then anyone who got injured badly was screwed -- That was not something he wanted to hear.

Still. This girl claimed to have been worse-off at one point and she seemed okay. "You know, if they really didn't want you injuring yourself by moving around they would've told you to stay in bed and brought your food to you."

[gray-gambit.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I think they have doctors," Lia assured quickly, sounding a little chagrined at the miscommunication. "Just...not ones as efficient as those I'm used to at home, I suppose. This would only be a trifling injury there." It wasn't entirely true, but was a simpler explanation than one involving the nature of medical practices in the Realm she was accustomed to.

"I'm not hurt badly enough to be completely immobile," she insisted, a little more tartly than she had intended. Being injured at all, and thus more helpless than she had already been, sat uneasily in her mind. "But it's hard to train myself not to reach or pick things up when it will only be a temporary thing. The sling reminds me, and keeps me from hurting myself absent-mindedly."

[multiweapon.livejournal.com]

It was obvious there were doctors around the facility and everything, but questioning the experience of the staff and their worthiness of earning that title was more of what Haseo was getting at. He crossed his arms. "Uh-huh." At least they could agree that the staff weren't particularly good at faking the whole doctor thing.

Delving further into the matter of her injuries probably wouldn't do any good since she didn't seem too concerned about them or the doctors. Strangers only had so much of a right to be asking questions about the personal well-being of others anyway. That was right, He never did give his name did he? "..Oh. I'm Haseo." Whenever he was playing as "Haseo", the name would appear to the other player automatically, making introductions a frivolous formality. Here, though, they didn't know his name unless he gave it. It was hard to remember to introduce himself like normal people.

[gray-gambit.livejournal.com]

It was a habit she'd learned early on in her life, playing down the extent of injury or illness to avoid giving too much evidence of weakness, especially when in the presence of unfamiliar males. That there were those who'd kept her company who had referred to it in terms of sheer stubborn stupidity was beside the point. Lia smiled, inclining her head graciously, and offered her own introduction. "Arabella Ardelia. Call me Lia if you'd like." Certainly it was less a mouthful than her true name.