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Day 21: Lunch
Hikaru and Kaoru had been so caught up in their little game that they initially hadn't heard the intercom go off. The new "ding" system was far less jarring than the old SCREECH, and as such, wasn't as easily heard, even in a place as quiet as the library. All too soon, the nurses came to separate the twins and take them to the next activity--lunch.
It only felt like a few minutes since breakfast, somehow, and yet Hikaru was starved. The lunch selection was ridiculously Americanized food of the "Pan Asian" genre, as bad as when his family had wanted Japanese food in California and had gone to the "nicest" restaurant in the English language guidebook. He cringed visibly when the surly cafeteria worker poured sauce on his rice--which was supposed to be plain--but...food was food, and he wasn't feeling terribly picky right now. At least it smelled all right.
One of the good things about being the first one into the cafeteria was having his pick of the tables. Hikaru chose one of the larger ones, saving seats for Kaoru, Tamaki, and (in a fit of hopefulness) Haruhi.
He hoped they'd come soon. He hated being alone.
It only felt like a few minutes since breakfast, somehow, and yet Hikaru was starved. The lunch selection was ridiculously Americanized food of the "Pan Asian" genre, as bad as when his family had wanted Japanese food in California and had gone to the "nicest" restaurant in the English language guidebook. He cringed visibly when the surly cafeteria worker poured sauce on his rice--which was supposed to be plain--but...food was food, and he wasn't feeling terribly picky right now. At least it smelled all right.
One of the good things about being the first one into the cafeteria was having his pick of the tables. Hikaru chose one of the larger ones, saving seats for Kaoru, Tamaki, and (in a fit of hopefulness) Haruhi.
He hoped they'd come soon. He hated being alone.
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Obi-Wan nodded. "You're fortunate to have that, at least." Jedi were heavily discouraged from forming families, but he knew blood ties were a strong motivating factor for many, if not most, people in the galaxy.
"I know very basic healing techniques and some first aid, but I'm no Healer," Obi-Wan told him. "I've mostly been trained to use the Force in combat situations, so I'm afraid I can't be much help if someone's been seriously injured." He frowned a little. "Even if I was a Healer, I don't think it'd do a lot of good, with diminished abilities and all."
At least the staff here treated wounds the prisoners suffered, though Obi-Wan wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disturbed by that. On one hand, it was nice to know they could get medical attention when they needed it, but it also meant the doctors were probably keeping them alive for their own selfish ends, maybe for some sort of experimentation. The notion almost made him feel like some sort of lab animal, and he didn't like it.
A thought occurred to the Jedi, and he looked to Hughes. "By the way, I couldn't help but notice how many of the prisoners here seem to be lifted from different time periods. Do you have any idea what all that's about?" This facility was Earthian, and Hughes' Earthian country had sciences capable of changing the chemical composition of objects. It was a shot in the dark, but maybe time manipulation wasn't new to him, either.
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"Well, every little bit helps. I think tonight, medical supplies are gonna be my priority. We need'em, badly. It's all well and good to wake up all stitched up, but when you really need it...." He'd see who wanted to join him in trying to raid the medical wing.
"I don't have a clue," Hughes responded, in regards to different times. "I've noticed it myself, and I've wondered...." And the intercom chimed in, cutting off his sentence. It had a way of doing that.