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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"Seemed to be important people too," Allelujah said, frowning slightly at the thought. "I haven't had dealings with the Arts and Crafts people, but the people who died were their leaders, weren't they?" That suggested that maybe they'd got too close to something, although he had to wonder if it was really that, or perhaps just to make them think they were on the right track. "That sounds worryingly plausible," Allelujah agreed with a grimace.

He smiled slightly when Edgeworth mentioned a sister. "That sounds like it must have been nice." Having a family and all. She'd never been able to do anything like that, no matter how much Allelujah had wished otherwise.

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Edgeworth frowned. "Two of their leaders, yes," he said, humming a bit. "It does seem plausible. I have to wonder if they had found something. I noticed that they had been sending teams downstairs fairly often...there was that bulletin post a few days ago warning about that. I wonder if it's connected, though I don't know the others involved well enough to ask, and they - wisely, in my opinion - elected not to share the details. It's still eerie, though."

It was funny, how things worked out, Edgeworth said, something between a smile and a frown coming over his face. One day, you're being dragged down the hall - because jump ropes hurt when they hit you - to have a tea party. Several years later, the family patriarch is trying to kill you. "In those days, it was," he nodded.

[tender-cruelty.livejournal.com]

Downstairs huh? They'd been heading that way yesterday, but nothing had come of it. "Sounds like it might be worth investigating. I haven't seen anyone on the bulletin willing to talk about what's down there. Not in any detail anyway." That suggested that it might be worth investigating, if people were keeping information so close to their chests. He wondered if Homura knew anything about it. Not that he intended to question the god, but it might be helpful to pass on any information if he did head down there. "I might have to take a look," he added absently.

Allelujah noticed the expression on Edgeworth's face and flushed a little. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry."