Day 38: Patients' Library

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The intercom rang out, disrupting what had turned out to be a rather pointless breakfast conversation, at least in Brainiac 5's eyes. He couldn't wait to put more distance between himself and Scar's blather of how logic, of all things, might not work the same way in this dimension. It was almost enough to make him believe that the man may very well have been a lion originally after all, as he'd never heard anything so very... ignorant and uneducated.

He quickly finished up the fruit he'd been nibbling on - he was no longer as hungry as he had been - and looked around automatically to see where Clark was. Unfortunately with the press of people around, some being led off to the library and others to the mentioned 'therapy sessions' - if that was what they really were - he had lost sight of the Kryptonian. Still there wasn't many places he could go, so Brainiac 5 would be able to catch up with him eventually to check on his condition and try and learn more about what had happened last night. That the Chapel had healed him - admittedly by passing his injuries to another - was interesting, but far more important in his eyes was what had happened to Clark and his powers. They hadn't been working correctly and that worried the Coluan boy more than he would normally have admitted. Without Clark's abilities... he wasn't sure what they would have to rely on in order to escape.

Another problem he would have to deal with was Grell... or, if he was to believe the notes on the bulletin board, the person pretending to be Grell. But that was going to require more careful planning before he made a move. Come to think of it, he had agreed to meet another in the library today on that same post that had sparked this whole mess. At least then he would have something of interest to look forward to, as he doubted any of the 21st century books were likely to be worthwhile to someone of his advanced intellect.

Following the nurses led him to what must have been the library; a reasonably large room filled with a range of archaic books on tall shelves, a few tables and chairs interspersed around the room. The Coluan boy couldn't refrain from wrinkling his nose in distaste as he entered the room, not liking the cumbersome books and the dust that he knew would have gathered on them; he much preferred the clean arrangement of his C.O.M.P.U.T.O. systems back in the Legion headquarters. It was much more practical then shelves and shelves of books on fictional worlds and dated information.

Trying to avoid as much of the room as possible, Brainiac 5 settled himself down on a chair to wait, keeping an eye out for a tall, dark-haired man with a red... something on his forehead.

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Kvothe still wasn't thrilled with the meagre selection in the library, but at least sitting around and reading wouldn't put any strain on his injured and still sore shoulders and hand. He wondered for a minute if he should have taken the painkillers the nurse had offered him, but it wasn't the first time he'd gone without and he wasn't sure that he trusted any 'medicine' the Institute might give. So, after wandering aimlessly through the shelves for a few minutes he picked up a book at random, found a chair, and was soon almost completely absorbed in The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Not so absorbed that he wouldn't notice someone coming up to him, though.

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Takaya was pointedly ignoring his nurse, not wanting to get yelled at for cursing or making rude gestures again as she hustled him off to the library. LIBRARY of all the fucking places he could have gone....

Over to a chair and, knowing Takaya better than he would ever want to realize, she thrust a book into his hands. "Now you sit here, read, and for heavens sake young man, behave." He glared at the book, still trying to ignore her, and after a moment of eyeing him, the nurse gave a tired sigh and walked away.

He glanced at the cover of the book without any real interest, but started to read it anyway. The guy beside him seemed absorbed, so maybe he'd get lucky and would be left alone?

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Kvothe looked up over the top of the book at the boy beside him and frowned slightly, he looked familiar. A moment later he realized that it was the boy Tony had been meeting on their first night here, when they were attacked by the guy with the claws. He lowered his book. "Hi. Takaya, right?"

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Takaya glanced over and placed a name to the face. Kind of. "Yeah. Sorry. You look familiar, and I know you're Tony's friend and all, but I don't remember your name."

He didn't really care either, but he didn't say that out loud.

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"His roommate, too. It's Kvothe." He gave the other boy a friendly smile, but he could tell that Takaya wasn't actually interested in talking, and raised his book again.

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Takaya took his cue and looked at his own book. Pretending to read a few pages didn't really work, so, being the very image of decorum and poise he was, Takaya blurted out:

"You and Tony okay? You look a bit beat up man."

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He looks up again, startled, he hadn't realized it was that noticable. Then he recalled that the bandage on his hand was in plain view and he was probably still looking very pale at the least from losing so much blood. "--Oh, yeah...Tony's fine, he wasn't even there. He was helping out at the Clinic last night. And I...well, just be very careful around the statue in the chapel. It said it would heal, but it turns out it only transfers the injuries to someone else in the room." He gave Takaya a wry smile. "We didn't know that."