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Day 22: Brunch
Cid usually liked sleeping in, especially in a place as messed up and uninviting as this, but this happened to be one situation where he really wished he hadn't.
Right there, on the bulletin board. The Head Doctor and he'd fucking missed it? Some part of him wished he'd been there to take his eye out and another part of him knew he wouldn't have been able to. No man that powerful who hid for so long went to dangerous places without some kind of entourage.
Brunch sounded like it'd be filling, at least, though he nearly stopped in his tracks when the bastard announced TEA. TEA. It'd been a damn long while since he'd had some fucking tea, though with all the stress this place had found fit to rain down on his fucking head, it hadn't really been the first priority on his mind. Kinda nice, even if Cid was sure this was just some game the mother fucker was playing to get them all stuck neck-deep in Stockholm Syndrome.
He scanned the mostly-empty room for any sign of a familiar face once he'd piled waffles and sausages and syrup on his plate, though the person he really wanted to talk to was that Reynolds guy. "Spaceship" was the last word he remembered clearly before waking up in his bed, and dammit if he wasn't going to keep it stuck like glue in his mind.
He found a table where he could watch people come into the cafeteria and grabbed for his mug. The steam rising from his drink and the bag of herbs in it was nearly enough to make him grin despite it all, and it was with marked leisure and a little relief that he drank his goddamn tea.
Right there, on the bulletin board. The Head Doctor and he'd fucking missed it? Some part of him wished he'd been there to take his eye out and another part of him knew he wouldn't have been able to. No man that powerful who hid for so long went to dangerous places without some kind of entourage.
Brunch sounded like it'd be filling, at least, though he nearly stopped in his tracks when the bastard announced TEA. TEA. It'd been a damn long while since he'd had some fucking tea, though with all the stress this place had found fit to rain down on his fucking head, it hadn't really been the first priority on his mind. Kinda nice, even if Cid was sure this was just some game the mother fucker was playing to get them all stuck neck-deep in Stockholm Syndrome.
He scanned the mostly-empty room for any sign of a familiar face once he'd piled waffles and sausages and syrup on his plate, though the person he really wanted to talk to was that Reynolds guy. "Spaceship" was the last word he remembered clearly before waking up in his bed, and dammit if he wasn't going to keep it stuck like glue in his mind.
He found a table where he could watch people come into the cafeteria and grabbed for his mug. The steam rising from his drink and the bag of herbs in it was nearly enough to make him grin despite it all, and it was with marked leisure and a little relief that he drank his goddamn tea.
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"Why would the government do that?" He asked finally, distaste readily apparent. He'd been exposed to all sorts of culture clash in his time but he couldn't wrap his brain around a government that would kill off a bunch of little kids every three years - or worse, have them kill each other. That was Darwinism gone hideously wrong.
And he was looking at the winner.
He tried to shake off the lingering feeling, tried to follow the second subject line. He still didn't know if he and the boy came from the same...reality.
"I'm not sure you would recognise the names." He replied, maiming his food with a fork. He seemed to have lost his appetite. "See...most of us come from different worlds."
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Kazuo considered his question. "Well...mostly to keep everyone in check, I guess. Some people say they take the winners and make an army with them. I guess I'll find out when they come get me out of here."
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At the teenager's answer, his brain said 'It's not likely that they know you're here.' but his mouth said; "And you're totally ok with that?"
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He tilted his head a bit and rested his chin in one hand. "Space travel? Really? I never heard of that."
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"Not even the concept? You know, planets revolve around a star..that sort of thing?" It wouldn't do a lot of good trying to explain how ships worked if they restricted knowledge like that on his world.
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There was the whole UP3 thing to contend with but Cliff didn't see any harm in it.