damned_institute | Day 43: Sun Room, 4th Shift

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Day 43: Sun Room, 4th Shift

The late-afternoon sun filled the large, open Sun Room. It was almost enough to make you sleepy, Euphemia thought, as she walked in, brushing a little glitter off her shirt. She didn't particularly feel like she was up to much - the worrying about everyone had drained her, as much as she'd tried not to think too much about it.

With that thought in the back of her mind, she walked over towards the bulletin board. It looked like it was cleared off at the end of the day, because now it was filled with information. She made a note of the 'primer' post, then began copying the maps onto some paper she'd taken with her from the Arts and Crafts Room.

One more thing struck her, though - the idea of visitors. Was this what all the announcements about graduates were? She thought of the others then, and frowned, hoping that neither of them were going through anything like that today.

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Raz stomped back into the Sun Room with crossed arms, still furious at how his challenger jeered at him. Though such treatment was definitely expected by now, it nonetheless served very well to piss him off. What a jerk! Couldn't that guy at least waited for the duel at night before he made any remarks?

The boy sat himself down on one of the couches, hoping that a conversation with this Porky guy would get his mind off of the incident.

Feeling pleased with himself for absolutely crushing a young girl in a game of chess, Porky strode out into the Sun Room, humming "Theme of a Bad Boy" and eagerly awaiting his meeting with this "Raz" fellow. Of course, it wouldn't be all fun and games. Raz was a psychic, so Porky had to make sure that he didn't drop his guard during their meeting. If he had learned one thing over during his life, it was that psychics weren't to be trusted. Plus, Porky had no idea if Raz's powers were even comparable to Ness' or Lucas'. He would have to be very careful and think happy thoughts.

"Ah!" Porky said cheerfully, "If it isn't Raz! I'm Porky Minch. It's good to finally see you face-to-face!"

Porky suddenly frowned when he saw the sour look on Raz's face.

"What's wrong?" Porky asked, pretending to be worried, "Did something happen?"

[askdldgalf; so sorry for the lateness! D:]

Raz stopped sulking and looked up. Some really old and kinda fat guy was greeting him as if they were . Wait, this was Porky? With a name like that, the boy was expecting someone... more his age. Well, this was surprising.

He frowned when he was reminded why he was sulking in the first place, but he waved it off. "Not really," he replied. "I just met some- yeah, never mind. So how are you?"

"Oh, I'm good," Porky said, "And I'm sorry if you were expecting someone that looked a little...different. I suppose my name doesn't really fit my appearance that well. Ah, except for my...weight."

Porky looked down at his rather large stomach for a moment and then sighed. How had he managed to stay so fat? Porky could understand his being portly as a child, what with all the food he ate, but he had barely eaten anything over the past...9000 years! How had he kept the pounds on? It didn't make any sense! After spending far too much time ruminating on his weight, however, Porky looked back up at Raz.

"Sorry about that," Porky said, a little embarrassed, "Uh...inner monologue, you understand. Anyway, you're the psychic, eh? Not too surprising...ah, for me, at least. Every psychic I've ever met was a child. Not that their youth ever held them back, of course. In any event, what kind of powers do you have? I'm sure you've gathered by now that we've been gathered from all sorts of different places, so I believe it could be mutually beneficial if we told each other about our worlds' psychic powers."

Every psychic he'd met was a kid? Raz scratched his head. That seemed kinda weird. Has this guy only been to a psychic summer camp... and coincidentally never met any of the counselors?

Raz started to feel a bit better, and he laid back on the couch nonchalantly. "I can do the usual stuff," the boy explained casually with a grin. He counted off the powers with his fingers: "Psi-blasts, levitation, telekinesis, pyrokinesis, telepathy... Those kinds of things. Although I can't blow up heads with my mind yet, or-" Raz halted. "Wait, your worlds'?"

Hmmm...most of those powers seemed to be the same as those in Porky's world...pyrokinesis was obviously his name for PK Fire...Telekinesis was maybe...PK Rockin or PK Love? Telepathy was a no-brainer, and PSI blasts was probably PK Thunder...But what about levitation? It was doubtful that it was a power that could be used during battle, so Porky had never heard of it. Well, no matter.

"Eh?" Porky muttered when Raz got excited, "Is something wrong? Am I not supposed to have psychics in my world? Does your world have a monopoly on psychics or something?"

Suddenly, Porky grinned.

"Or was it because I said 'worlds?'" he said, "I would've thought that someone as undoubtedly bright as you would have figured it out by now..."

"Figured what out?" Raz asked sheepishly, hoping he didn't sound too stupid. What was this old geezer talking about? Wait a minute...

"Are you an alien?!" yelled the boy while simultaneously pointing at Porky.

"PFFFFFFT HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

Oh, dear...maybe Raz wasn't as smart as Porky had initially thought. Just because he was a psychic didn't mean he was automatically smart, Porky supposed. After laughing for a good while, Porky wiped a tear from his eye and managed to calm himself long enough to speak normally.

"No, of course not, Raz," Porky barely managed to say, giggling between words, "Haven't you been reading the bulletin board? It's rather obvious that not everyone is from the same world."

After a content sigh, Porky finally managed to stop laughing entirely. He leaned forward, a serious look on his face now.

"For example, have you ever heard of a place called 'Eagleland?'" Porky said.

"Gimme a break!" Raz said with exasperation. How was he supposed to know anything anymore? First he got in a hospital for no reason, then he was told that his name was actually Greg, then he found out that this place wasn't a hospital, but some crazy nightmarish institute where monsters roam at night... After all that, aliens weren't that much of a stretch. But regardless, Raz continued to listen to him.

...and the more he listened, the more confused he got.

"Not everyone's from the same world?" Raz questioned with a raised eyebrow. "What do you- no, I've never heard of Eagleland..." Then, with wide eyes, he gasped, "Are you telling me you're from a parallel dimension? That, everyone is?!"

"Well, looking back, maybe thinking I was an alien wasn't too far fetched..." Porky said, a distant look in his eyes, "My world was probably one of the only ones with aliens in them. Not that they were very friendly, of course. But that's not the point! Eagleland is one of the largest countries in the world in my world. If we were from the same world, there's no way you wouldn't have heard of it. Ergo..."

Porky suddenly pointed at Raz with a grin on his face.

"That proves that we're not from the same world!" Porky said triumphantly, "To live in a world and not know of one of its economic superpowers would be nearly impossible unless you were raised in the wilderness or very stupid, which you clearly aren't! I'm not sure if everyone is from different worlds, though. I'm sure that at least some people are from the same world."

"So..." Porky said after pausing for a moment, "Any more questions?"

"Uh..."

Raz was speechless at this point. Even though he had traveled through countless of psychic worlds, the notion that there were actual other worlds had never occurred to him. It seemed plausible... or at least as plausible as everything else he's heard about this place.

"I don't think, so," Raz finally answered. As he said that, the intercom rang once again, announcing dinner time. Nurses started pour into the room, taking the patients back to their rooms. "Thanks for the info, Porky," Raz voiced his gratitude as the nurse took his hand and led him out.

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