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- yomi
Day 43: Chapel
And just like that, the disorienting feeling of blacking out just to wake up in an unfamiliar bed came again. Alkaid had wondered if it would - everything about last night had been different, all the way from the zombies to the eerie emptiness of the Institute to the strange broadcast at the end of the night. Had the Head Doctor been shot? Damn, someone had gotten to it before her. And who was the voice at the end there? It was like she'd been allowed access to some kind of strange mystery that she could not understand, one that had been going on for a long time before she had arrived and would be going on for quite a while in the future, after she was gone. Had these strange sets of circumstances been bugs in this place's programming? Who could say?
The morning's intercom greeting was strange, as well. Federal training whatsit? It didn't seem like this happened very often, from the sound of it, but so much had happened since the last day she remembered that the former Demon Palace Emperor was ready to take pretty much anything at face value.
The room she woke up in was still empty. Wondering where to stick the half-cracked bat that she'd picked up last night, she shoved it under the mattress hastily when she heard footsteps in the hall.
The stupid nurse was the same as ever, though. Some things never changed. "Ahh, good morning, Eileen. It's so nice to see you awake."
Alkaid rolled her eyes at the nurse's chuckle, and shook her head. She didn't care that the NPC thought it was nice, she just wanted to see the rest of the institute already.. see what had changed! "Yeah, it's fantastic. Whatever! Just take me where I'm going and be done with it!"
It was just then that she realized that she was not wanting to devour the flesh of the nurse in front of her. And that the pain on her arm had kind of abated - she couldn't see through the thick bandages they had covered her arm with, but she wondered if her skin was still rotting off like a zombie. Had they somehow cured her infection overnight? Or was the nurse not human, like Alkaid had always thought?
There was only one thing for it: she had to go somewhere else.
"Chapel, sun room, or cafeteria, then?"
"Does it look like I care?"
The nurse sighed, then started walking Alkaid down the hall, up the stairs, and down another hall to the chapel. No one here yet, huh? That was weird. She couldn't imagine that no one else'd show up, but who could say? This place had been turned on its ass.
The chapel was empty so far, and kind of nondescript. She shooed the nurse away, and stood in the middle of the space between the pews, standing akimbo. What would happen today? What would she learn about herself... her situation? How long had she been sleeping? Was she really still going freaking undead, or had that been somehow taken care of?
All this would come to light really soon. She hoped. Geez, too many mysteries!!
[unwittingly awaiting Haseo]
The morning's intercom greeting was strange, as well. Federal training whatsit? It didn't seem like this happened very often, from the sound of it, but so much had happened since the last day she remembered that the former Demon Palace Emperor was ready to take pretty much anything at face value.
The room she woke up in was still empty. Wondering where to stick the half-cracked bat that she'd picked up last night, she shoved it under the mattress hastily when she heard footsteps in the hall.
The stupid nurse was the same as ever, though. Some things never changed. "Ahh, good morning, Eileen. It's so nice to see you awake."
Alkaid rolled her eyes at the nurse's chuckle, and shook her head. She didn't care that the NPC thought it was nice, she just wanted to see the rest of the institute already.. see what had changed! "Yeah, it's fantastic. Whatever! Just take me where I'm going and be done with it!"
It was just then that she realized that she was not wanting to devour the flesh of the nurse in front of her. And that the pain on her arm had kind of abated - she couldn't see through the thick bandages they had covered her arm with, but she wondered if her skin was still rotting off like a zombie. Had they somehow cured her infection overnight? Or was the nurse not human, like Alkaid had always thought?
There was only one thing for it: she had to go somewhere else.
"Chapel, sun room, or cafeteria, then?"
"Does it look like I care?"
The nurse sighed, then started walking Alkaid down the hall, up the stairs, and down another hall to the chapel. No one here yet, huh? That was weird. She couldn't imagine that no one else'd show up, but who could say? This place had been turned on its ass.
The chapel was empty so far, and kind of nondescript. She shooed the nurse away, and stood in the middle of the space between the pews, standing akimbo. What would happen today? What would she learn about herself... her situation? How long had she been sleeping? Was she really still going freaking undead, or had that been somehow taken care of?
All this would come to light really soon. She hoped. Geez, too many mysteries!!
[unwittingly awaiting Haseo]
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The girl woke from her unconscious state still in the high of a fight, which translated to a short, gasped breath and fists clenched in the bed sheets. So out of sorts was Yomi that for a moment, there was a beat of white noise, sheer silence in the maelstrom of her head, before her mind began to process what she was doing, seeing, feeling. Lying on her back with her hair undone beneath her, a whitewashed ceiling above her, and sterile sheets around her.
Back. Night had ended, and she was back. The bar, the lesser Category Ds, the one she’d been battling… they were gone, and…
Although a part of her was still struggling with the transition, Yomi forced her body to calm and begin adjusting to the new situation--that she was, once again, rolling out of bed in her pjs like an invalid after a vivid nightmare. Only in addition to the injuries on her left arm, Fujiwara Yoshiko now had a fresh bandage wrapped around her right. The twinge of pain told Yomi that in protecting the upper half of her body, the D had raked her arm just enough to be a bother.
That, she could ignore, but it was testament to just how jarring it was for sesshouseki and girl to be so soundly whisked away from last night’s ’situation’ that it took her another second to realize the usual intercom announcement was different. Very different. Forgoing all pretence, Yomi jerked her head up sharply, a frown marring her features. “Today, we will be showing what a normal schedule for one of our patients will be like by putting you in their shoes.” What was that? She struggled all the more to fill in the gaps, fully alert now. Iris. Iris? Something about a personal console…
She hadn’t been listening closely enough, and something in Yomi came to a hotter burn, infuriated at being treated like a puppet on strings over and over. One step forward, three steps back, that was what it felt like. She spent the rest of the time before her door unlocked readying herself until the unorganized mess of her waking reaction felt as sharp as a knife, tucked behind the usual benign smile she reserved for the Institute’s staff. And when someone finally did come to collect her, Yomi made her choice without a blip in her façade. She hadn’t seen this ‘chapel’ yet.
It wasn’t much to look at in all honesty, but the layout and design of the Institute was less of a concern for her that morning, considering everything there was to mull over after a brief stop at the bulletin board. Hair back up its ponytail, Yomi slowly padded up the main aisle, the tail of it swinging behind her. Were any of the others praying? Wishing for answers, or for what had happened to never happen again?
Taking the aisle seat at the front of the chapel, Yomi sat. If she were the praying type, she’d only want back what’d been taken from her--she’d take care of the rest.