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Day 37: Sun Room
Joe had read some of the larger notes stuck up on the bulletin board when the announcement came on the intercom. All things considered, this Landel guy didn't even seem so bad. Even if these people were held here against their will, he was certainly nice about it.
Apparently, the new patients - including Joe - were to hang around in the Sun Room or go to Arts and Crafts with the kids. Well, there was plenty of information on the board, including maps and descriptions of monsters, for Joe to prepare for the nighttime, when he could seriously get going on fighting his way out. He could look for where the boss would probably be waiting, or where his V-watch might be, and figure out how to fight the monsters. In fact, he had plenty of time to work all that out... but this the first time he'd had to really relax since he got his powers. So it couldn't possibly hurt to enjoy the calm period, could it?
The red-head stepped back from the board, and hopped back onto a comfy-looking couch to digest in the sunlight. He reached up to pull his cap down, and sighed when he realized it wasn't there. "Oh well, nothing's perfect. I still wouldn't call this hell."
[free!]
Apparently, the new patients - including Joe - were to hang around in the Sun Room or go to Arts and Crafts with the kids. Well, there was plenty of information on the board, including maps and descriptions of monsters, for Joe to prepare for the nighttime, when he could seriously get going on fighting his way out. He could look for where the boss would probably be waiting, or where his V-watch might be, and figure out how to fight the monsters. In fact, he had plenty of time to work all that out... but this the first time he'd had to really relax since he got his powers. So it couldn't possibly hurt to enjoy the calm period, could it?
The red-head stepped back from the board, and hopped back onto a comfy-looking couch to digest in the sunlight. He reached up to pull his cap down, and sighed when he realized it wasn't there. "Oh well, nothing's perfect. I still wouldn't call this hell."
[free!]
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"I thought you'd gotten used to me saying things like that by now." Badou replied, unrepentant as ever. "Come on, confess. You were planning to freeze yourself but the horrors of future lettuce turned you off."
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"It's true," Artemis said, deadpanning. "My elder brother died consuming wild greens. Since then, the phobia has come to haunt me, even in my sleep. Oh!" He put a hand to his forehead, "Is there no rest for the wicked?!"
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"Poor thing." Badou continued dryly. "You'd better eat plenty of deep-fried steak for lunch. I know how much you like that."
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Artemis couldn't help it. His lip twitched a little. Deep. Fried. Steak. How did one ruin a perfectly good steak? Why, batter it and fry it, of course. Stupid Americans.
"Oh of course. I'd live off nothing but fried steak if I had the chance. But alas, me and my allergy to meat."
It was true, really. Artemis' stomach still turned at the sight of meat. He hadn't quite figured out why this was happening, though.
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"Allergic to meat and terrified of vegetables. No wonder you're so scrawny." Not that Badou was one to talk, really. Since he hadn't tried it yet, Badou pinched Artemis' cheek. "Don't worry Artykins, I'll keep the big bad dangerous food away from you. Nothing but fresh strawberries and a hundred times purified milk from purebred Swiss cows for your delicate little stomach."
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Artemis let Badou pull on his face merely because he was so startled that someone would actually have the manhood to try it. He gave Badou a flat look that clearly said, 'Remove yourself from my face.' Or, 'I'm an irate nephew of yours.' Either one.
"Strawbewwies and miwlk," Artemis tried to speak through the pinching. He ended up sounding like an idiot. "Chawming."
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"Just like a big boy." Badou wondered why Artemis ever expected those sullen glares to do more than egg him on. He let go and gave Artemis' cheek a little pat. "Is milk going to offend your delicate sensibilities too?"
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"Not if it's properly processed," Artemis said, rubbing the offended cheek and looking sullen. "And for the record, I enjoy vegetables. And... usually meat. But I am used to them being prepared in a very specific way."
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"That's because you're a spoiled brat," Badou replied, trying to sound a little affectionate since he knew Artemis might take it the wrong way. The fact was, he did think Artemis was a spoiled brat, but he didn't mind that as much as he thought he would. "I'll teach you how, if we ever get the chance."
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"...though it would probably be beneficial to my knowledge base to know the art of sandwich construction."
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