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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"That's the story, anyway," Indy replied. "Of course, there've been a lot of relics over the last two millennia that have been said to contain a piece of the Cross--probably a lot more counterfeit than real, depending on whether you believe there are real fragments in the first place. But if there is a shard in there, it was probably set between the body of Christ and the crucifix itself, or maybe underneath one of the precious stones at each of the points." There was no way to tell for sure without taking the artifact apart, something Indy certainly wasn't prepared to do. He wondered idly if scientists these days had some way of seeing inside objects--it must come in handy if so.

He didn't comment on the spice--it still sounded like a scam to him, but he didn't want to offend Utena by being any more blunt about it than he already had been. The kids at Ohtori Academy must be pretty rich, though, if they could afford to go chasing all the way across Asia after a spice. Indy only wished he had that kind of funding.

He wasn't quite sure what to make of Utena's statement: she was going to this fancy boarding school just to chase after some boy? It wasn't as though that was uncommon--certainly plenty of his female students seemed to be in college to find husbands among their classmates (or professors!)--but it did seem like a waste to Indy. Then again, maybe his perception had been skewed by the women he knew, almost all of whom were professionals, academics, just plain feisty, or all of the above. Marion in particular was pretty atypical, Indy realized suddenly. He'd never really thought about it before.

"I hope you're cracking a book occasionally while you're there too," he commented lightly, and left it at that. She probably got the boys-come-and-go lecture enough from her aunt.

Utena didn't really know much about Christianity, or much about religion in general for that matter. She knew her parents had had a Christian funeral, but she had been too young at the time to follow whatever traditions they might have wanted her to. She had been too wrapped up in her dreams of princes and saving damsels in distress after that to care very much. Thus "I hope you find out if it's true or not someday, then. I'm sure you'll find a way!" was all that Utena could really say on the matter of the artifact after Dr. Jones had finished explaining it.

"Ah heh, when I'm in the mood to. I do read for school, at least, and my friend Wakaba has shown me some good novels," she admitted with a bit of embarrassment. "I do care about school. I really do. I like the stuff I read in books too. But I've always been the athletic type, so it just feels weird having to sit around somewhere for a long time just flipping pages. My body just ends up wanting to get up and stretch, or go running, things like that."

She had caught Dr. Jones's look as she had talked about her reasons for attending Ohtori. She was used to people questioning her pursuit of her prince, especially adults. Really, the only adult who hadn't so far had been Akio, who seemed very understanding of everything she was talking about. Still, despite not caring what people thought of her prince, she didn't want Dr. Jones to think that she was some kind of boy-crazy girl like Wakaba, and so she decided to clarify her statement a little. "Anyway, it's not just a romantic thing I'm after with the person I'm looking for. At least I don't think that's it. It's . . . I'm not really sure how to describe it. I guess you could call him an inspiration to me. He had a lot to do with how I live my life now. He came in on a white horse and comforted me when I was grieving, told me to never lose my strength and nobility when I grew up, and promised that we would meet again someday. I've tried striving to become a prince since then, and I've been trying to find him so that I can thank him and show him that I haven't forgotten his words," she explained, forgetting towards the end of the story that she hadn't actually told Dr. Jones yet that the man she was looking for was a prince.

Indy found himself oddly gratified to hear that Utena was at least interested in something other than the mysterious dream boy. Not everyone had to be an academic, after all--it was perfectly fine for her to be focused on sports if that was what she cared about. Indy wasn't a parent, but he liked the idea (at least in theory) that kids should choose their own paths in life. There'd be plenty of time to redirect themselves later if they wanted to.

He wasn't quite sure what to make of the girl's prince story, though. It was an unusual fairy tale, to say the least. Was the white horse supposed to be some kind of metaphor? Just an idle schoolgirl fantasy? Either way, Indy considered, you could do worse in life than to pursue personal strength and nobility. They might be better goals in the long run than fortune and glory, come to that.

"What do you mean, 'become a prince?'" Indy asked, curious almost in spite of himself. "Are you literally trying to become part of a royal family, or are you just trying to emulate the qualities that man had?"

To tell the truth, Utena was very limited in her knowledge of real royal families and so-called "real" princes. She knew that some still existed in Europe, and that was about it. No one ever seemed to mention them when she talked about her own prince either, so it was odd to hear Dr. Jones asking along those lines now.

"Uh, well I guess it's more the second one. I don't know about royal families and their princes, but from what I understand, those people are just princes in name. They're not the kind of prince who saved me all those years ago. He was more of a storybook prince, I guess you could say. He had a regal bearing, a gentle smile, and no desire in the world but to be noble and help people," she explained, a wistful smile on her face. "Those are the kind of things I want to do in my life. I want to live heroically, with style. I want to be strong and help people whenever and however I can."

Indy was walking the line between being amused and being impressed; maybe he was some of each. Not that she didn't still sound like an utter romantic, but that desire to be a hero, with a touch of swashbuckling panache and a healthy sense of justice--it sounded a little familiar. All right, fine, more than a little familiar. Throw in the intellectual curiosity and a Ph.D. and it would've been a fair description of Indy himself. If he did say so himself, which he wasn't likely to anytime soon. Humility was still a virtue.

"Good for you," he said, kind of wishing he could introduce her to Short Round. They'd probably get along swimmingly. Not much danger of Utena's ennobling the trickster out of the kid, though. "Sounds like a pretty good way to live your life, all in all. I don't know that you need to be a prince to be a hero, though."

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