The "Sun Room" had sounded intriguing, but if part of Indy had been gunning for an impressive chamber akin to the sun-filled Map Room at Tanis, he was sadly disappointed. Skylight and balcony aside, the place was almost as nondescript as his room. Judging by the sun overhead, it must be late afternoon.
A number of other people were scattered around the room, wearing the same bizarre uniform he was--and try as he might, Indy couldn't conjure up any symbol he'd ever seen that would shed light on the significance of this primitive yellow representation of a human face. Maybe the color and shape were somehow connected to the "Sun Room," but these people didn’t look like any sun-worshiping cultists he’d ever run across.
Now seemed like a good time to do a little research before rushing into anything. As soon as the nurse left him, Indy crossed to a notice board hanging at the eastern side of the room (judging, again, by the position of the sun). Hopefully something in the Sun Room would illuminate him.
Most of the messages weren’t too interesting--looked like personal notes exchanged between patients(?)--but a couple caught his eye. One was a large sheet headed “Landel’s Institute: A Primer.” Hoo boy, Indy thought with a chuckle; these people took themselves seriously.
A quick read was all Dr. Jones needed to convince him that he really had landed in a mental hospital. Monsters? Different worlds? Conspiracy theories? Something told him his fellow inmates wouldn’t be much for rational dinner conversation.
Still, it couldn’t hurt to be on his guard, especially until he could find out what he was doing here. A few subsequent posts referenced the same unlikely themes. Unless they were all having some kind of mass delusion, there had to be a logical explanation. He just had to find out what.
Indy made a mental note of the information, resketched the maps on a few blank pieces of paper, and gamely added his contribution to another message asking about languages. When in Rome and all.
And now that he’d done his homework, it was time to survey the locals--the boy next to him seemed like as good a starting place as any. Indy turned to him and commented genially, “All these notes. This must be a pretty big place, huh?” Better start with the small stuff.
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A number of other people were scattered around the room, wearing the same bizarre uniform he was--and try as he might, Indy couldn't conjure up any symbol he'd ever seen that would shed light on the significance of this primitive yellow representation of a human face. Maybe the color and shape were somehow connected to the "Sun Room," but these people didn’t look like any sun-worshiping cultists he’d ever run across.
Now seemed like a good time to do a little research before rushing into anything. As soon as the nurse left him, Indy crossed to a notice board hanging at the eastern side of the room (judging, again, by the position of the sun). Hopefully something in the Sun Room would illuminate him.
Most of the messages weren’t too interesting--looked like personal notes exchanged between patients(?)--but a couple caught his eye. One was a large sheet headed “Landel’s Institute: A Primer.” Hoo boy, Indy thought with a chuckle; these people took themselves seriously.
A quick read was all Dr. Jones needed to convince him that he really had landed in a mental hospital. Monsters? Different worlds? Conspiracy theories? Something told him his fellow inmates wouldn’t be much for rational dinner conversation.
Still, it couldn’t hurt to be on his guard, especially until he could find out what he was doing here. A few subsequent posts referenced the same unlikely themes. Unless they were all having some kind of mass delusion, there had to be a logical explanation. He just had to find out what.
Indy made a mental note of the information, resketched the maps on a few blank pieces of paper, and gamely added his contribution to another message asking about languages. When in Rome and all.
And now that he’d done his homework, it was time to survey the locals--the boy next to him seemed like as good a starting place as any. Indy turned to him and commented genially, “All these notes. This must be a pretty big place, huh?” Better start with the small stuff.