Day 40: Recreational Field

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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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[youlackmascara.livejournal.com]

Itachi had certainly given the man enough information at this point, considering it wasn't something he was usually inclined to do. So, it would only be natural for him to ask for information in return. "If I might ask, where did you get to last night?"

He didn't know much about the outside area, having dismissed its escape potential once he found out people were still brought back to their rooms. The problem lay within the Institute, and nothing could be accomplished until Martin Landel was defeated. Simply running away wouldn't get him his Sharingan back, nor would it get him back to his own world, nor would it fix what they'd done to Sasuke. And everything he wanted to accomplish depended on those three things. Not to mention that they had to disable the mechanism by which they were returned to their beds before they could escape. Even so, it would be best to learn something about the surrounding area, so that he could have a greater range of knowledge about the place without wasting time exploring it himself.

[its-the-mileage.livejournal.com]

Indy recognized when his brain was being picked, but he didn't see too much harm in sharing at least some information. Hopefully this guy would be sensible enough not to rush out there and toss through everything before Indy had a chance to get a more thorough search in. "The ruins of a small town," he answered. "Looks like it's from a little before my present time--that is, about eighty years before when we are now, give or take a few."

Now he got a little cagier--that probably wouldn't be enough for the other man, but at the same time, he didn't want to make too many shaky conjectures or make the place sound too intriguing. The less other patients got involved, the better. "Hard to say yet what happened to it--most of the buildings have been smashed in. A lot of human skeletons are grouped together in one site, the church--the central religious building," he added, in case the word wasn't part of the religious context of wherever the hell this guy came from. "I just had enough time for a preliminary look there before I got dragged back. I'm hoping to do some more work out there soon, though."

[youlackmascara.livejournal.com]

Itachi nodded at the description. It was. . . interesting, if not particularly useful. He had no need for dead buildings or dead people. Knowing that it was there was better than nothing, however, and it was always possible that there were more important things hidden among the rubble. Better to let other people investigate that while he continued trying to regain his abilities, but he might need the information at some point down the line.

"Which direction is it in?" he asked, just to confirm. "I don't find such things very interesting when we would simply be returned to our beds anyway, but there might be something more there."

[its-the-mileage.livejournal.com]

"Head south out of the main gate, then due east--at least it's east according to the map orientation," Indy said, perhaps not without a hint of reluctance. "It's easy to get turned around out there; the fog's so thick you can barely see your hand in front of your face. Sorry I can't be more specific than that, but my partner and I stumbled on it by pure chance."

That answer did a good job of walking the line between helpful enough and vague enough, but what got to him was the fact that he wasn't hiding anything in giving it. Between the fog and the lack of landmarks, Indy wasn't all that sure he could find the place again himself--at least, not without some wandering. Maybe Pierson's bread crumbs wouldn't have been a bad idea after all.