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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!]
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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"I, uh." Way to put your foot in it, Sangamon. "I've heard of it. It sounds -- nice." When he thought about it, it really did. Sure, the place was one big acid-trip, best accompanied by Pink Floyd and a room full of nitrous oxide, but unless you were Dorothy, it was peaceful. He'd probably be bored stiff after a day or two, but right now a vacation Over The Rainbow sounded like just what the -- never mind.
"I'm from Boston. Uh, in America. If you've heard of that." How the fuck did you explain Boston to someone from a place where the cities were made of enough gemstone to run the economy of several third-world nations. At least when the windows fall off our buildings, they're only made of glass?
"We do and we don't -- have places like this. The ones we have are for people who really need them, and you can go home." That was a vast oversimplification, and he knew it. But the places that weren't up to modern legal standards of mental health care tended to more along the lines of gulags and POW camps -- not high-priced headgames. "This is like their crazy evil twin."
Oz. It was one thing to see notes from superheroes on the bulletin board, and another to meet -- wait, who had he met? "I'm Sangamon Taylor." He leaned forward and extended a hand.
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He shook those downing thoughts from his mind. He had to keep a positive outlook on this. He was going to get home, no matter what! "It is a very nice place, most of the time. Well, most of it is nice. The places I like are nice, I'll put it that way." He finished that thought with a nod.
"And believe it or not," he continued, "I have heard of America, thanks to the bulletin board." He pulled his journal from where he'd had it tucked into the waist of his pants, and pulled the slip of paper with the doodle of the United States he'd gotten from the board from between the pages. "This is it?" he asked as he showed it to Sangamon, deciding he should be sure.
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Then a map, if he could call it that, was thrust under his face. It was a map of the United States, in the way that you could make anything a map of the US by drawing a vague rectangle and adding Florida's floppy dick. "Yeah, that's it. Boston's on the East Coast -- right around here." He pointed to about the right spot.
"Some people have said this shithole is in New Jersey," he continued, sliding his finger down the East Coast and then tapping, "which would put us here." But it's not the Jersey I know. For one, the air's too clean."
He took a deep sniff of the air, forcing air past clogged sinuses. It smelled like cut grass and damp earth and not a single chemical. "It is nice out here." Just a little too cold for it to be a good idea to track down a bag of charcoal and some grass-fed organic beef and overpriced hothouse tomatoes and throw a BBQ, but not too cold to try. And enough beer to have a nice buzz going before they even gave up on the Boy Scout tricks and just dumped lighter fluid on the grill.
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Pulling his pen from his journal, the Scarecrow took note of these new locations with his pen, adding little arrows and an X for New Jersey and another X for Boston. He never knew when he might need such information, after all. He was about to return it to its home between the pages of his journal when another question crossed his mind.
He continued with a new thought: "Now, where would Kansas be in relation to these two points?"
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"Kansas is a state, and it covers from about here to here." With each location, he tapped a finger on the paper and waited to let Scarecrow make any marks he wanted. "And I met a couple of guys from L.A. -- Los Angeles, here, and there's a lot of people from Japan, which is another country on an island," here he paused, measured some air with his hands, and then pointed to a location in thin air. "Right about here. And Spider said 'The City' like it was the only one in the world, which means either the future is even stranger than he told me or the bastard's from New York City, which is here. Assholes. Win a few pennants and they think they're the only game in town."
He was getting off-topic. The ins-and-outs of the American League were boring to everyone but the die-hard, which Sangamon was not. "Is there more than one city in Oz?"
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"There are several cities in Oz," he answered as he added 'Lost Angelus' to the map. These names sure were strange. "The Emerald City is the capital of Oz, but Gillikin country as a couple of cities, and there's Bunnybury in the Quadlings to the South. Not that I've been to any of these places. The citizens of the Emerald City don't like it too much when their king wanders off for some thinking time." He spoke from experience on that one.
"I'm not sure how any of those places compare to the ones you described, though," he added. "I'm sure that deep down, they're not that fundamentally different, although you don't seem too fond of the people from 'New York.' Do Witches live there or something?"
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"Naah, New Yorker's aren't all bad. They just forget that other places exist -- even the rest of their home state." Not that Buffalo was worth remembering. He dropped the accent and continued. "We don't have witches. Not the kind you mean, at least. No magic, no witches."
He'd forgotten the Scarecrow ended up King. Put an idiot with a big smile on top as an anointed ruler. Sounds familar. "A king that thinks sounds like a good thing to me. Would have saved us from Reaganomics."
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"And 'Reaganomics'?" he added with a confused look. "I'm not familiar with that term in the least. I don't think they have those where I'm from."
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"We have elections. Everyone decides who they want for a ruler, and the person with the most votes wins. It's supposed to be fair." Sometimes, when money lined up against money and canceled each other out, leaving the issues up for actual discussion, it even was. "Cities and towns have mayors, states have Governors, and the United States has a President. Some countries still have Kings. And England has both."
"Reaganomics is crap cooked, frosted, and served as cake by our current President. A man with a head full of straw and no brains would be a vast improvement. Ol' Ronnie Reagan was a fucking actor before someone decided he'd play a good President." S.T. was almost snarling, but there wasn't any real anger behind it. You just couldn't be a good activist without ragging on the Gipper. But taking down the Groveler had been his political good-deed for the decade, and Reagan was on his way to an Alzheimer's ward and having to actually spend time with his batshit wife. He was done with politics for the year.
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"So, he used his acting abilities to trick the people into voting for him?" the Scarecrow asked. "I suppose it's a good thing I was elected leader by the Wizard before he left instead of putting it to a vote. I highly doubt I'd be in my position. Then again, maybe they would've had someone who wouldn't end up in some sort of strange institution in a foreign land, or someone who wouldn't have lost their brains in said institution." He was still kicking himself for that.
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The packs of nurses were starting to circle. Shit. He was just getting comfortable, and it was time to move again. Joints protested as he stood, and the entire world see-sawed around him briefly. Still, once he was upright and fairly confident he'd remain so, he extended a hand down to the Scarecrow. "Your Highness," he said, with a grin that was mostly genuine.