Day 34: Lunch

[thatdamnedninja.livejournal.com]

Yuffie bounced all the way through collecting her lunch, all the way to a good seat- one with a nice view of the whole cafeteria, which was something she'd been missing out on during the past day or so that she'd been stuck in the Institute- and hell, she even bounced into her seat.

A good mood? No, really?

Despite the occasional blip, talking to Sagara had been awesome. He was a fun guy; he wasn't a prude, didn't have a stick shoved so far up his ass it was poking out his eyeballs, and he'd actually had a conversation with her. One that hadn't revolved around doom, gloom or how much life sucked. If she could find other people like that and keep in touch with Sagara, maybe there was a little hope for this place.

After a quick gulp of pink lemonade, Yuffie settled to munching through her food and keeping an eye on the door.

[Waiting for Dean, I think? :x]

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[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

"The actual experiment is pretty much what I'd just described - the people running it assigned the roles and then let the scenario play out. They were trying to find out two things: one, what people see on both sides of the same situation, and two, how people adapt to their roles within a prison situation," Edgeworth explained, pushing his tray aside and sitting back in his chair.

He frowned at those last questions. "Let me take the last question first and work backwards," he began.

"From what I've pieced together, the man known as 'Mr. Radio' was actually named Alec Doyle, and he and Martin Landel had worked together quite a lot in the past - that's why he had the control he did over the creatures here. I don't know why they parted ways, but I know that they did. Whatever the reason for the fallout was seems to be why Doyle was so eager to help the people here. At some point several days ago, the two men had a confrontation, and it's fairly clear that Landel killed Doyle for those actions."

Edgeworth crossed his arms and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before tackling that last question. "I know more than I'd like about those experimental trials. I was the subject of one my first night here. I don't know what their objective is, aside from causing trauma to the subjects."

[diamondstorm]

"Did he ever give information about this place, or did he just speak in riddles like I've heard?" The man called Alec Doyle interested her, but the man could have just been another player--after the same things as Landel, but carried it out in different ways. It wouldn't be the first time a captor tried to 'make friends' with the captives. "And now a woman took his place... who might not be all she seems...."

Renamon was extremely interested that Edgeworth had been involved in one. Features still bland, she carefully thought about her questions. "Not to... tear open wounds, as it were, but what kind of things do they do?"

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

"On the last night before the confrontation with Landel, Doyle made an announcement that he would be in the library and that patients were welcome to come there and talk to him. I wasn't able to make it there myself, but I suspect his intent was to give information directly that he wasn't able to over the intercom," Edgeworth replied. "I think he actually was on our side, as is the woman on the intercom now. I wish I had more information on her than I do."

The prosecutor closed his eyes. Even now, after all this time, he still wasn't terribly comfortable talking about what had happened, but there was only one way to get more comfortable, as much as he wished he didn't have to. "From what I've gathered by talking with other people who have been subjects of these trials, what happens in them depends on the subject, where they're from, and what abilities are present in their world. It's highly personalized. In my case...there are certain people in my world who have the ability to channel the spirits of the dead. They tried to see if they could grant that ability to someone not born with it."

"I don't know what the..." Edgeworth still had a hard time calling that monster a doctor, so he settled on a different word. "...scientist running the trial saw, but I...I'll be blunt. My father was murdered when I was a child, and I witnessed it. I saw the whole thing through his eyes."

If she asked, Edgeworth would explain about the reminder that had been left, but after having explained it once that morning, he was hardly in the mood to offer the information again.

[diamondstorm]

Renamon nodded, brow furrowed. There was a lot that interested her in this Alec Doyle, but she had much to think on already. Any more questions on him would have to wait. "...Thank you."

She bowed her head slightly in respect for the dead and Edgeworth himself. She had no personal experience really with deep mourning, but the dead should always be given respect. "So... the experiments test your capability for different powers or abilities?" That would add a whole new twist to her way of thinking if true. Keeping her head bowed, she continued. "Were you able to keep that ability afterwards, to channel spirits?"

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

Edgeworth simply nodded. "I wish I had more information on that front."

The last question...he closed his eyes again, breathing deeply, then opened them carefully. "That's the gist of things, yes, but it doesn't always seem to be that way. In other cases, memories have been wiped, or altered, or things have been taken from a person."

"In my case, while I haven't been able to...completely keep the ability, the experiment left a reminder. I still hear my father's voice at times, and it serves most often as a warning. I hear it when I'm in danger."

[diamondstorm]

This definitely gave her a lot more to think about regarding what the Institute wanted. She would have to contemplate these 'experiments' further.

She seemed to be running out of time to talk to Edgeworth though, as she noticed the first few nurses lead the patients away. "I'm sorry that you had to go through something that was trying for you. But it seems like you were given a gift, whether through the Institute's design or... maybe someone else's." Renamon gave Edgeworth a small smile. "You have someone you care for looking out for you."

She closed her notebook, having never really gotten around to discussing the sum of what was inside. No matter. There were other days if it was necessary. "Thank you for meeting with me. I apologize for spending so much time on myself, as it were." She stood up. "If I find out anything beneficial, I'll be sure to contact you."