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damned_institute2009-06-30 05:24 pm
scarefaux) wrote in damned_institute2009-06-30 05:24 pm
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Day 42, Morning: Mystic Healing Spa and Acupuncture
The Scarecrow was amazed and overwhelmed as he stepped off the bus- something about this place reminded him deeply of the Emerald City, but somehow less... inviting. Streets, storefronts, people out and about- he felt closer to home than he'd felt in a while, even more so than in the Recreational Field and the Courtyard at the Institute. Still, something did seem very off about the whole situation.
Oh, there was that homesick feeling again. It was strangely comforting for him to feel homesick. He really didn't want to grow to like this place, even in the smallest way. Well, the friends had been wonderful, and he'd had an excellent, though-provoking conversation with a robot on the bus (oh, if only he had is brains!), and the wonders of the human body were proving to be mostly an enjoyable experience, but this wasn't home.
He wandered the main street, looking into the colorful storefronts and people-watching as he walked. The freedom was nice, even if the nurses seemed to appear around every corner. He spotted a few of the other patients turning down various alleyways and entering the establishments that lined the road, but he kept on the street, enjoying the weather. He smiled politely at those who caught his eyes. It really was a little reminiscent of home.
His mind was drawn out of his thoughts when his body twitched a little strangely. That bare-foot-on-the-floor feeling seemed to have enveloped his arms and legs- he figured that probably wasn't a good thing, and maybe it was time he entered one of these stores and saw what was actually inside. One in particular caught his eye: Mystic Healing Spa and Acupuncture. That was a long name, but he wasn't sure what purpose the store served- all the more reason to go inside.
The inside of the building was very different from the outside- frankly, it made him think even more of home. The flower motif on the wall caught his attention second to the strong smell in the air- he couldn't quite describe it.
Oh, there was that homesick feeling again. It was strangely comforting for him to feel homesick. He really didn't want to grow to like this place, even in the smallest way. Well, the friends had been wonderful, and he'd had an excellent, though-provoking conversation with a robot on the bus (oh, if only he had is brains!), and the wonders of the human body were proving to be mostly an enjoyable experience, but this wasn't home.
He wandered the main street, looking into the colorful storefronts and people-watching as he walked. The freedom was nice, even if the nurses seemed to appear around every corner. He spotted a few of the other patients turning down various alleyways and entering the establishments that lined the road, but he kept on the street, enjoying the weather. He smiled politely at those who caught his eyes. It really was a little reminiscent of home.
His mind was drawn out of his thoughts when his body twitched a little strangely. That bare-foot-on-the-floor feeling seemed to have enveloped his arms and legs- he figured that probably wasn't a good thing, and maybe it was time he entered one of these stores and saw what was actually inside. One in particular caught his eye: Mystic Healing Spa and Acupuncture. That was a long name, but he wasn't sure what purpose the store served- all the more reason to go inside.
The inside of the building was very different from the outside- frankly, it made him think even more of home. The flower motif on the wall caught his attention second to the strong smell in the air- he couldn't quite describe it.