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.

[for Homura]

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Concerning the key, Heiji wanted to tell Kaito and Shinichi where they'd found it, but Homura's instructions had been pretty specific: don't say where, don't say how. He had already disobeyed orders by even revealing that they'd found a key. So for now, he let the subject drop.

Heiji snorted, "Classics. Right. Y'want classics, y'should try Ellery Queen. Not that they'd have it here..." He'd already checked, but he wasn't about to admit that he'd scoured every bookshelf for a stray issue here or there.

"Y'lookin' f'r anythin' in particular here, Kuroba?"

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"Ah... no. Nothing in particular," Kaito said, noting that Hattori had latched onto the subject of books and dropped the issue of the key. Some secret, perhaps? Or something he couldn't discuss during the day? Maybe Kaito was reading too much into it, but he made a mental note to ask later, when Kudou wasn't around to provide Hattori an easy way out of the question.

"I took a look last time we were in here, and there really wasn't anything that caught my attention." Lupin still would've been nice, but he especially couldn't say that with Kudou around. He didn't want to think about what kinds of assumptions the detective might draw from knowing what books Kaito was in the mood to read.