Day 38: Lunch

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Soubi was beginning to feel the effects of a busy morning on a tired body. To make things worse, they were serving Tacos and Burritos. He could really do some with something a bit softer today. Blander. But it was hardly his biggest concern right now.

Having picked out his lunch, he looked for Ritsuka. He had to apologise, but these things usually ended up in bigger arguments, so, as could be expected, Soubi was a little nervous. Maybe they wouldn't find each other this shift. Maybe he had a little more time?

Soubi sat alone, being sure that his face was set in the expression that sent the girls at College the other way.

[He gots a Sheeny Beeny]

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Itachi woke up to find that he had slept through the first two shifts. His body had probably needed to rest after the damage it sustained the night before, healing notwithstanding. The lingering pain in his side was almost completely gone now. Good, he would be at his full potential tonight, or at least as full as it could get here.

He checked to make sure he still had the kunai from last night, safely hidden under his bed along with the utility knife (in what seemed to him a very original hiding place). With that ascertained -- and he couldn't prevent a slight twinge of satisfaction at the procurement of such a weapon -- he headed to lunch. His body would need nourishment after being injured, so he took a couple "burritos," briefly regretted the lack of anything sweet being served, and found a seat by himself.

Last night had been successful, but the question was where to go from here. Each day that went by without this place being destroyed stone by stone was shameful. There was no point to this life if he could not overcome the challenges in his path, and he felt this even more keenly now that he knew he didn't have that much time left.

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"Quite interesting food they give us here, isn't it?" Citan sat himself down in an open seat across from an unfamiliar fellow prisoner. The food at least smelled good, though it reminded him of Bledavik fair food. He'd never enjoyed fairs terribly much, but the food was often a bit of a treat. Assuming one didn't mind the gastronomical distress that was likely to follow, of course.

"And every day it's something different, for at least one meal. They're very generous to feed us three times a day. When the prisons in Kislev still stood, prisoners were allowed one meal a day, even if they were fighting in the tournaments for the general public's entertainment. Of course, Kislev was always considered rather barbaric and backwards. Landel's seems to pride itself on sophistication and enlightenment."

The doctor rambled on as though he and the man across from him knew one another, not bothering with an introduction as he struck up his conversation. He wondered, as he chattered through his benign and rather absent minded smile, what the reaction would be.

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Itachi stared bemusedly at his new companion. He didn't know the other man, and he didn't know why he was rambling on about such an unimportant thing. Nevertheless, contacts between people were made by conversation, and as Itachi understood it, conversation consisted of simply speaking, regardless of subject. The man was very strange and incomprehensible, but that was no reason as of yet to ignore his presence.

"That is true. Considering the antagonism shown to the patients otherwise, they do take care to make sure we are fed." Even if the food wasn't particularly good. Then again, Itachi didn't care much one way or another -- sustenance was sustenance. "It reinforces the view that they aim to use us for some purpose."

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"Oh, I don't doubt they have some sort of purpose for us," Citan went on, cheerily. "Though I must admit it's rather convoluted, at least from down here. Though I suppose that's why we're the prisoners and they're the tyrants." he smiled and adjusted his glasses. It was a constant source of frustration to him, the lack of logic to this whole mess. He'd be a lot more at ease if there were some discernible rhyme or reason to their captivity and the entire ruse.

"I'm Doctor Citan Uzuki. Doc, if you prefer - most people do."

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"There's no reason why we should be the prisoners. There must be a way to understand their purpose, and thwart it." Itachi's eyes dipped down slightly, lips pressing together in an almost-smile. His tone sounded as completely confident as ever, and there was no way any other could notice that he was no longer ignorant of the possibility of failure. His confidence had an element of self-assurance, now, and the change was uncomfortable. He had never conceived of it before.

"I am Uchicha Itachi. How long have you been here, Doc-san?" he asked politely. He was vaguely interested in what kind of insight the talkative man might presume to have.

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"They have their reason," Citan pointed out, between bites of lunch. "And well, I'd point out the overwhelming odds and infinite power our captors seem to have in their favor. But those are things that can be bested, given the proper time and information and planning." He had led many a coup, after all, and many an invasion that never should have triumphed.

The way Citan saw it, if he could invade Shevat, he could certainly invade the inner circle of this place.

"Ah, myself? A few weeks, I believe. Time's difficult to keep track of here, but to the best of my knowledge that seems about right. And you, Mr. Itachi?"

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"Yes, they can. It's a wonder we collectively have not managed it yet." Disgraceful, really. Itachi would feel embarrassed if he understood enough of others' perceptions to know what embarrassment was. They were making progress, at any rate, or at least he was. It would take more time than he had originally counted on, but as Citan said, with careful planning he could bring this place down.

"That's longer than many people have been here. Just over a week, myself. I suppose the patients have not done too badly, if none of them have been here much longer than that."