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Day 37: Breakfast
[for Sylar, I believe]
At the sound of the intercom, Wally jerked awake and blinked around at the room. He’d fallen asleep. He should have been up and keeping an eye open for ZEX, but he’d fallen asleep waiting on his bed.
“Idiot,” he groaned, ruffling his hair and sighing in annoyance. “Way to help a guy out, hotshot.” Hopefully ZEX hadn’t dropped by and thought he’d left or something, or wouldn’t be too mad at him for just forgetting about it like that. If he was lucky, he’d be able to catch up with the other patient at some point and explain what had happened.
Rolling himself a little awkwardly out of the bed, Wally took the opportunity to stretch his injured leg and test how well it was holding up. It was feeling a bit better, not so much that he could abandon his crutch or that it didn’t pull painfully if he wasn’t careful, but better. Tony had apparently made it through the night in one piece as well, which was a relief. He really didn’t feel comfortable about the thought of his roommate wandering about on his own with an injured arm. Not when Wally himself could relax and fall asleep in the apparent safety of their room.
Yeah, he wasn’t going to let himself forget that one in a hurry.
It was at that moment that the door swung open to admit one of the nurses. She seemed surprised to find him awake and ready to go already, but smiled warmly. “Hungry, are we Mr. West? Well in that case, let’s get you to the cafeteria. The staff have provided some delicious French Toast as well as a range of other foods I’m sure you’ll like. Now will you be needing a hand with your leg, dear?”
“No thanks, I can handle it,” Wally replied, smiling back. After all, it probably wasn’t the nurses’ fault that this place was so messed up, so it wasn’t like picking fights with them would do anything. With a cheery wave goodbye, Wally slowly made his way to the cafeteria, keeping a tight grip on his crutch all the while. Obtaining a plate of food was only slightly less difficult than it had been yesterday – he didn’t have the painkillers to work around this time – but he managed well enough, coming away from the buffet with a tray containing a plate piled high with slices of French Toast and slathered in maple syrup, butter, and sugar, as well as a glass of juice. Not quite as good as some coffee would be right now, but the sugar would hopefully make up for it. And, with how few people were here at the moment, he could afford to take more food than might have been considered ‘normal’ – he’d have most of it gone by the time anyone came to keep him company, then he could just worry about how many extra serves would be allowed before he aroused suspicion.
Feeling pretty happy with how things were looking so far, Wally hummed faintly to himself as he dug in to his breakfast.
At the sound of the intercom, Wally jerked awake and blinked around at the room. He’d fallen asleep. He should have been up and keeping an eye open for ZEX, but he’d fallen asleep waiting on his bed.
“Idiot,” he groaned, ruffling his hair and sighing in annoyance. “Way to help a guy out, hotshot.” Hopefully ZEX hadn’t dropped by and thought he’d left or something, or wouldn’t be too mad at him for just forgetting about it like that. If he was lucky, he’d be able to catch up with the other patient at some point and explain what had happened.
Rolling himself a little awkwardly out of the bed, Wally took the opportunity to stretch his injured leg and test how well it was holding up. It was feeling a bit better, not so much that he could abandon his crutch or that it didn’t pull painfully if he wasn’t careful, but better. Tony had apparently made it through the night in one piece as well, which was a relief. He really didn’t feel comfortable about the thought of his roommate wandering about on his own with an injured arm. Not when Wally himself could relax and fall asleep in the apparent safety of their room.
Yeah, he wasn’t going to let himself forget that one in a hurry.
It was at that moment that the door swung open to admit one of the nurses. She seemed surprised to find him awake and ready to go already, but smiled warmly. “Hungry, are we Mr. West? Well in that case, let’s get you to the cafeteria. The staff have provided some delicious French Toast as well as a range of other foods I’m sure you’ll like. Now will you be needing a hand with your leg, dear?”
“No thanks, I can handle it,” Wally replied, smiling back. After all, it probably wasn’t the nurses’ fault that this place was so messed up, so it wasn’t like picking fights with them would do anything. With a cheery wave goodbye, Wally slowly made his way to the cafeteria, keeping a tight grip on his crutch all the while. Obtaining a plate of food was only slightly less difficult than it had been yesterday – he didn’t have the painkillers to work around this time – but he managed well enough, coming away from the buffet with a tray containing a plate piled high with slices of French Toast and slathered in maple syrup, butter, and sugar, as well as a glass of juice. Not quite as good as some coffee would be right now, but the sugar would hopefully make up for it. And, with how few people were here at the moment, he could afford to take more food than might have been considered ‘normal’ – he’d have most of it gone by the time anyone came to keep him company, then he could just worry about how many extra serves would be allowed before he aroused suspicion.
Feeling pretty happy with how things were looking so far, Wally hummed faintly to himself as he dug in to his breakfast.
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"If I'm right about the reason this place exists" - Of course he was - "there are ways to test it. But this kind of thing would take everyone doing the same thing at once. It's next to impossible." How many people were there here? How many different types of people were there here? Why the hell would all, let alone most, let alone several, let alone any of them want to follow the directions of someone like Kaiji? Even if he had his moments, he wasn't always the brightest crayon in the box: all of those weird scars were practically a warning not to go along with any of his ideas. Each and every one of them was the result of a bad decision or a way of getting out of the results of a bad decision.
"Anyway, as I was saying, if this place is just a sick show for someone the most obvious way to solve the problem is to get boring." Fucking genius if he did say so himself. "It would sure as hell catch the head of this place off guard, if nothing else. Has this place ever had a time when everyone was doing the same thing at once? If we could get one thing to work, it could lead to others."
Okay, so it was more than a little idealistic. But damn, if every single person trapped here could do the same thing at the same time, it would be impressive. Kaiji wasn't generally one to work with others, but he could adjust to fit the right conditions. He had done it before many times, and he could do it again now if he had to. "Right now we're all over the place. Like a chopped-up animal." Like his left hand the last time he decided to 'stick it to the man.' "We can't get shit done that way." Yeah, even that bastard who punched him in the face earlier could get in on this brilliance. Everyone meant everyone. It wasn't like Kaiji had never worked with unsavory or disagreeable types before.
"If you had a group this big and that organized and this pissed off working against you, you'd get fucking scared, right?"
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His own efforts to get people to talk about chemicals and simple weapons in an organized fashion had been a disaster so far. It might have been partially credited to his own absolute lack of leadership skill, 'Captain' Usopp or not, but he couldn't help thinking that it also had to do with the personalities of people here.
Still, Kaiji's suggestion reminded Usopp of the uncomfortable rumor that he still refused to believe, no matter how many people swore by it. It didn't make any sense. "So if you play quiet and boring--maybe you get declared 'cured' and disappear like so many patients do. We can't be sure what'll happen after that. And if people refused to play along altogether, stayed in their rooms at night, didn't argue during the day, they'd find other ways to make us act. Were you here for the first trip to Doyleton? They attacked us on the buses--it was fight or run for your lives, free entertainment and no choice on joining in or not."
Usopp shook his head, frowning. "Last night I went out exploring with a friend. I saw a lake, or what I think was a lake. Around it, there were bones. I think they were human bones. I didn't get close to it, but was that part of the game? Or is it part of something bigger? Where did so many bones come from?" After sleep, a meal and a conversation's distance, he was able to at least think about what he'd seen.
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Wait, Usopp had asked a question, hadn't he? "I," Kaiji paused for a moment to try to let everything sink in a little further and to compose himself. "I've only been here for a few days," he finally admitted. Okay, so maybe he was basing his decisions and ideas a bit too much on his past experiences. But really, what else did he have? The commentaries of some people who were in the same situation as he here and there, with a few creepy announcements from the person in charge peppered in between. "But..."
The mental image of what Usopp apparently found last night left Kaiji somewhat shaken: not nearly as much as it must have bothered the ones who saw it firsthand. As much as he wanted to hide that fact, it was practically written in capital letters all over his face. A guy with a megaphone or a voice on the intercom may as well have been announcing it: 'Attention all patients and staff, Kaiji Ito is flipping his shit.'
Unfortunately, even scenarios like this weren't completely foreign to Kaiji. And, in his experience, things like that were not only part of the game, but a central point of it. Survival was basically the core of the massive gambles that he had participated in, and those who lost...
"There's a good chance that that's just a part of it, too."