damned_institute | Day 40: Lunch

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"Damn that SCOURGE!" Starscream cried out, the slowly-filling cafeteria producing a jarring echo of his raspy voice. His limping, already bad enough from not knowing how to properly use his crutches, was now exacerbated from the injuries he'd received the shift prior. Despite the gauges in his non-casted leg so lovingly provided by the aforementioned 'patient', Starscream could still put some weight on it, but not so much that he could really stop and rest; relieving the soreness under his arms was out of the question. The nurse that walked behind him with his tray, already upset at having to deal with yet another troublesome inmate, was growing rather impatient as his charge slowly made his way down the food line.

"Just...give me a standard serving of the aquatic creature's flesh, some of those fried potato slices, two bananas, and three bottles of juice," Starscream sighed, his anger from just a moment ago assuaged by the physical exertion needed to move the way he did. "I'm going to sit down here...bring it to me when you're done."

He was hardly surprised to find that one of the bananas was completely bruised along its inner curve, or that the handful of 'chips' on his plate were all on the small side. Tired and frustrated as he was, however, he could barely muster a 'damned flesh-creature' before moving his fingers to the plate, picking one of the longer 'chips' and shoving it into his mouth listlessly.

There was an unusually high concentration of sodium chloride crystals on it. Of COURSE.

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Tyki also looked up at the commotion, but thanks to his experience with riots in the pubs he visited sometimes (and made money at with gambling) he only shrugged. As long as he wasn't hit with some food or something he didn't really care. He had seen worse. Much worse. Drunk people were hilarious sometimes, and he wasn't just referring to Clark hugging a tree.

"Heh, though I guess somethin's always better than nothin'." he answered before taking a sip of his drink. Honestly, his white self would never be able to afford this. His black side wouldn't either, but at least then he had a certain fat man feeding him.

"Where ya from?"

"Yeah" he agreed flatly, "you're right." Kaiji never would have been able to afford anything like this either, which is why it was one of the highlights of being trapped here. That, and having a bed. And the consistency of it. And the lack of Endou. It was extremely boring but nice if he ignored all of the crazy shit that happened at night. And the crazy people. Not to mention his anxiety over this therapy thing. It really did suck: he wanted to completely hate this place so badly, but he just couldn't bring himself to every time he was reminded that he was being taken care of better than he would have been if left alone.

Idly, Kaiji began to saw his fish into manageable little pieces. The conversation wasn't terribly interesting, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing: most of his 'interesting' conversations here were about undead people and getting mauled by monsters. This was actually kind of a refreshing change from the abnormal norm. "I'm kind of from the middle of nowhere, but I moved to Tokyo a while ago." although it definitely wasn't his 'home' by any means, it was a much more prominent location than the place he grew up in. He continued, "Looking for jobs and stuff, you know." -And from the sound of it, Kaiji's search hadn't gone well.

"Tokyo? Where's that?" Tyki asked. He only knew Japan's capital as 'Edo', so it was only natural he didn't recognize the name.

Looking for jobs - and apparently not being able to find them - sounded familiar. Half of his life he lived about the same lifestyle. The other life was spent with more luxury, but the Noah of Pleasure wasn't satisfied with just that part.

Most people would probably consider him mad, but ah well. As long as he had fun.

Kaiji cocked an eyebrow. Really? Was this guy really asking that? Okay, maybe he was from Mars or something and Kaiji just hadn't figured it out yet. It was totally possible given the rest of the people here. "Japan. It's the biggest and most important place there, and probably one of the largest in the world. That's why it seemed like a good idea to try to find somewhere to work there."

Tokyo, Tokyo, Tokyo. It hadn't been particularly kind to Kaiji despite its size and diversity. Kaiji took a quick bite of his little cut-up fishy cubes and continued after swallowing, "Um, it's on earth. And if you don't know where that is, I can't help you."

"There's a city called Tokyo in Japan?" Tyki asked on a surprised tone before suddenly remembering something. The Japan he knew was infested with Akuma, so for a human there couldn't really be a super important place. Hell, there weren't many humans to begin with.

"Heh. Sounds pretty weird, but I guess you're from 'nother Japan or somethin' then. I'm from Earth too, Portugal. Somewhere in the 19th century last time I checked." he offered the other guy a sheepish grin. "Name's Tyki by the way. Tyki Mikk."

There was something absolutely bizarre about someone asking if there was a Tokyo in Japan, but Kaiji supposed that strange things had happened here. And it was forgivable since the timing and location were pretty far off from his own. "Hm, yeah, I'm a century ahead of you," he answered back casually before realizing what a weird thing that was to say.

He frowned. Oh no. Oh no no no no, he was not getting used to the batshit insanity of multiple worlds and people from different time periods meeting up with each other and whatever the fuck else he was subjected to. The monsters in the night and believing that his obviously-human roommate really might've been a scarecrow before was enough to make him question his own sanity, and this shit was just making it worse.

Right, anyway.

Even though the other guy had an odd name, it was at least catchy. Tyki Mikk was the kind of name that would probably be pretty hard to forget.

"My name's Kaiji," he bounced back in greeting.

At least the conversation was still maintaining some semblance of normality.

Tyki had to agree that it really was a weird thing to say. In a normal conversation. Then again, during his life as a Noah he had heard of some weirder stuff, but he was being his more human self right now wasn't he?

"Nice t' meet'cha." he replied before taking another bite of his meal. After he swallowed it he looked back at Kaiji from behind his glasses. "So how's the future like? I bet you guys got some really advanced stuff lyin' around." And he guessed that was a pretty strange thing to ask, too.

He laughed. "I'm just bein' curious."

Kaiji was probably the worst candidate possible to serve as ambassador from the future. The turn this discussion took felt like something out of a bad sci-fi movie, but he was willing to humor the other guy. Why not? "Advanced stuff," he mumbled as he thoughtfully stabbed a couple of fish-cubes, "Like you wouldn't believe, I'm sure." Kaiji hadn't been the best student in school and wasn't sure what exactly people had established a hundred or so years ago, but he was at the very least certain that things must have changed incredibly drastically over a century. They had to have, right? A hundred years was a long time. There were several things he could've mentioned in terms of huge events, space travel and all that exciting stuff, but...

Tyki referring to things as 'lyin' around' gave him the impression that he was after everyday objects, not spacecraft and such.

Kaiji took a sip of water before continuing, "It's actually pretty amazing what you can get a hold of at this point, if you've got the money for it." The end of that statement took on a sad, bitter tone: he obviously didn't.

Tyki was at least familiar with the concept of 'not having money for it'. He and the gang were happy whenever they got some money to eat ~~and smoke~~. Other stuff usually were a luxury.

He guessed some things never changed, no matter what time or world. Not that it really mattered, Tyki was happy with that part of his life. Having just his black side would be just boring anyway.

"What kinda amazin' stuff?" the Noah continued to ask.

Day 40: Lunch

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