damned_institute | Day 40: Recreational Field

Kio's breakfast ended on a much happier note than it had started. However, for once the announcement truly surprised him. He blinked as his nurse came to pick him up. Recreational Field? But.. but if they had a greenhouse, he wanted to go there. The prospect of gardening was a truly liberating one, an island of joy in this hellhole. He thought about going to the Sun Room and lying down, but it occurred to him that he hadn't had proper fresh air since being here. With a cheery goodbye wave to Honey, he followed his torturer outside.

It was much better than he had expected. The sun wasn't too hot (what time of the year were they in, anyway?), so he walked slowly along the walls, fascinated by the size of the field. He wondered if Sou-chan was alright. He hadn't even checked the board. Well, if Soubi wanted to apologize, Kio would be willing to listen. The place was so crisp and clean. He had to think if anyone had ever gone over the walls. What was out there? Freedom? Or a different sort of monster?

Leaning against one of the walls, Kio took as much advantage of the sun as he could. He desperately wanted a lollipop. One was quietly nestled in his pocket, but he would need to wait until the nurses were busy with other patients before he tried anything. Soubi had gone to some trouble to get them, the least he could do was make sure they didn't get confiscated. So with bated breath, Kio waited for a shift in the mood. He was, for once, content. Not happy, but not going crazy either.

[Sou-chan! Team Loveless deploy!]

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And speak of the trouble. They were just talking about the monstrous birds that infested the Recreational Field when the Head Doctor chimed in that he was sending them all there. Not that Wonka expected the ruhks to be let loose on the populace during the day, but it was an odd coincidence all the same. Anyway, it'd be good to get some fresh air without having to worry about the fauna (which, by the way, was a technical term, and not the name of a crush as that confused person on the bulletin board had kept assuming). Having been led out to the grassy area by the usual nurse, Wonka leaned against the side of the Institute building, enjoying the fresh air and watching a game of soccer form on the field.

Ryuk was shoved out the door by his nurse, telling him he ought to leave the bulletin board alone for a while. She was no fun. He tried telling her HER fortune if she wasn't careful, but she muttered something about the Orderlies.

Ryuk shuffled about for a while before he spotted an interesting name.

"Wonka, huh? What's this thing you mentioned about apples?" He quickly looked over his shoulder to make sure a nurse didn't hear.

Wonka turned his head when he heard someone say his name, and his eyes fell on one of the odder-looking people he'd seen in a while. "Exactly right!" he answered, giving the man a wide smile. "Then you must be that one fellow from the bulletin board! Err..." He paused for a moment, trying to remember the name. "'Bob', was it?" he finally said, and then continued as though the pause had never happend. "Well, I thought that since you seem to like apples so much, you might appreciate some of the candies made from them. One moment..."

Wonka began to fish around in his pocket for the apple slices, before realizing that with the small pockets in normal Institute attire there wasn't much to fish from. Pulling out the little note-paper bag, he surreptitiously handed it to Ryuk, and said in a lower voice than his usual, "Caramel apples. Not as good as if you grow them off the tree, but still pretty tasty, I think."

"Yeah, Bob. Sure," he shrugged. This guy looked pretty crazy. Almost like he was a little from the past, but still considered crazy back then.

Ryuk wasn't so sure about apple candies. Why mess with a perfectly perfect thing? At least the man knew another good use for notebooks. Ryuk took the little bag and peeked inside.

"You sure this is healt- did you say trees? Normal apples grow on trees."

"Bob" seemed awfully skeptical about the caramel apple slices, but Wonka remained undaunted. "True, but that doesn't mean caramel apples don't," he replied with a sly grin. "Of course, most folks add the caramel after picking the apple, and without access to my orchards I'm afraid I took that route myself. But you need to grow it with the glaze already on if you want it just right."

"Please, help yourself," he added, gesturing at the bag after a moment's pause.

"They don't," he said, flatly. "Not on earth, anyway. Or the Death Realm," he added as an afterthought. The guy was crazy or another sort of alien.

Come to think about it, was that Dean guy a normal human? Humans generally didn't go around fighting 'demons'. Huh. This place sure was annoying.

Maybe these people were just crazy.

Ryuk threw a slice thoughtlessly into his mouth and began chewing. A moment later he spat it out with a shriek. He'd never eaten caramel before and, well, they guy has going on about apples so...he expected an immediate apple taste. Not something so horribly sweet.

He took another one out and inspected it. The apple was inside. Alright. He snapped it open and tried to eat the center, gooey caramel beginning to cover his face.

"How d'you get the apple?"

Day 40: Recreational Field

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