damned_institute | Day 39: Sun Room

That really hadn't been the breakfast she'd been expecting, but Yuffie couldn't bring herself to complain. The kid made for good company, and was, if nothing else, pretty entertaining. She could've just done without the whole choking thing. That… That had been embarrassing. A bit. Okay, a lot. Yuffie was starting to get a feeling that this day was -- for once-- actually going to ping on her ‘interesting!’ meter.

Whether or not that was a good thing, she didn’t know.

By the time she’d reached the Sun Room's bulletin board, a kitten on her shoulder and a pen twirling between her fingers, Yuffie was starting to put her finger on why she had that weird, nagging feeling. Though on second thought, it was less like putting her finger on it and more like it had jumped up and punched her right in the nose; the feeling wasn’t just about waffles, magicians, or tricky candy thieves. Sagara hadn't answered her bulletin post; he hadn't answered any bulletin posts. She hadn't seen that stupid, spiky head of his all morning. It was like radio silence without a radio.

Agai-- No, Yuffie cut herself off sharply, frowning. She was just jumping to conclusions. It wouldn't be the first time, right? Right! And yet… instincts were instincts for a reason, and in a dump like this, who knew what could happen?

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Asch considered that for a minute. He'd have to take a look at the bulletin board and see what could be done.

"If that's the secret, then that's where we have to go. I can't do it without a weapon though. Damnit! I hate waiting like this, just...sitting around pretending to be crazy."

It had occurred to him that he was, in fact, absolutely nuts. That would explain away half of this - if other people didn't experience the exact same things, at least. Even so, the situation made him feel like he had no control. He hated that feeling more than anything. He'd spent so long feeling like he had no control, and fought hard to get some back. He'd never had as much as he'd have liked, of course, with Van watching every single thing he did.

In some ways, it might have been better to have someone with Van's intelligence in this situation, though. He himself was a good strategist, admittedly due to things he'd learned from Van. But he had never been able to think as far ahead in any given situation. He hated to admit it, now, and it was a moot point.

He'd have to talk to Mello again, he decided. Maybe he'd have some sort of insight into how to get to the basement.

"I'll look into that, then, but I'm...not sure what an alchemist is."

Claude could understand Asch's frustration. It'd taken him awhile to get a sword of his own, and while he'd waited, he'd had to watch from the sidelines as Dias and Ashton teamed up with proper swords of their own. That wasn't an experience he wanted to repeat anytime soon, so it was easy to feel for the newer patients who had to be hindered because of their lack of weapons.

"From their point of view, we probably are crazy," Claude said quietly. "You have to remember that the nurses and townspeople aren't from the same world as you. Things that you think of as a fact are just stuff from stories around here." He gave a small smile. "For what it's worth, try not to let it keep you down too much. We're all in the same boat, so it's only a matter of time before someone finds a way out of this mess, right?"

As for alchemists, it was easy to forget that a lot of people hadn't been exposed to that sort of thing before waking up here. Still, he was perfectly willing to explain, and didn't feel impatient in the slightest. "Well, in a nutshell, alchemists can turn materials into other things, like iron into gold, or, if you're talking about a lot of the alchemists here, metal into swords. It's pretty interesting to watch, actually."

Asch thought about it for another minute. He hated the whole idea of this place. Whether they knew it, they were perpetuating this madness just by working here. Ignorance was dangerous - he knew that, now, much better than he would have liked to.

"The problem is, if anyone gets out, it's not like they'll come back and enlighten the rest of us," he said. He didn't comment on the alchemist part, but he did appreciate the information; he just wasn't any good with that sort of thing.

"That's not necessarily true," Claude pointed out. "I mean, I guess some people would do something like that, but not everyone." The incident with Sync had shaken his trust in the general Landel's population to some extent, but he was fairly sure a lot of people would say something about an escape if they found one. "The clubs that have been working on an escape usually involve a lot of patients, so I'm sure they'd figure out some way to get the word out if they found something."

As for the people working in smaller groups, or even alone, there was a chance they wouldn't care much for the other captives that would be left behind. Still, Claude himself wasn't apart of any clubs, either, and he knew there was no way he'd leave people behind if he found an exit.

"Anyway," he added, "it's important to do our part in getting out of here, too. Just because it might take you awhile to get a sword doesn't mean there aren't other ways to arm yourself, even if they aren't the best weapons."

Asch wasn't sure that he had the same faith in other people that Claude did. In fact, he was sure he didn't. But that was all right; there was no sense arguing that point. He wasn't sure what he, himself, would do if he got out. Would he send word? Well, probably. The thought of people being treated this badly rubbed him the wrong way.

And what he'd heard about people being experimented on was even worse.

"There are other things we can do; I'm just not sure about going into such unknown territory right away. I have a weapon, it's just...a very small one."

Claude could definitely get that. After all, he'd been forced to use that stupid clothes rod for awhile. A lot of good that had done him, especially when he, Guy and the others had run into those nasty monsters in the music room. He'd wound up having to grab a chair to use in attacking the thing, but thankfully Axel had brought that chakram of his, and they'd been able to team up in killing it. It was possible they wouldn't have survived the night, otherwise.

He tried not to think too much on how he hadn't seen Axel around since Ashton's disappearance.

"Well, if you can grab a bat from the shed in the rec field, you should be able to use it to defend yourself and grab some metal from one of the bathrooms or something," Claude told him. "Knives from the kitchen or something might be useful, too. Until you can get a sword from an alchemist, though, you probably should be careful on where you go and who you go with."

Asch opened his mouth to ask what a bat was, and then decided against it. It wasn't a word he was familiar with, but that wasn't important at the moment. He could figure that out later. The important part was that he could find something that might be suitable as a weapon in the shed.

"Is the shed unlocked?" he asked. "All I have right now is a scalpel. It's probably not going to get me very far in a fight."

"I'm not really sure," Claude admitted. The one time he'd tried going for the shed, he'd been intercepted by a brain-washed Ravi. He'd only used a bat before because Guy had been nice enough to let him borrow his. "If it is, you should be able to get the door open with enough force."

A scalpel definitely wasn't going to help him out much, especially if he ran into something nasty. He was about to suggest that maybe Asch modify his clothes rod by attaching his scalpel to it, but it was then the intercom went off.

"Well, looks like it's lunchtime," he said. "It's good to see you in one piece, even if you don't remember me." The blond stood up, stretching a little. "Anyway, if you need anything, feel free to leave me a note on the board or something, okay?" He doubted Asch would actually seek him out like that even if he did need something, but the offer still stood.

With that said, he headed off with one of the nurses.

Day 39: Sun Room

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