Day 43: Sun Room, 4th Shift

[euphemise.livejournal.com]

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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[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

Javert ran over the considerable list of cases in his mind, trying to think of something to say that wasn't entirely unhelpful. For all the information they had gathered, the fact remained that they genuinely knew very little.

"Anything and everything," he said at last. "The patients almost always find themselves strapped down to a table; a doctor then proceeds to taunt them in a manner that would be almost laughable if what they did to said patients wasn't so unmistakably real. They're called experimental sessions for a reason.

"I've all but given up trying to find some sort of discernible pattern in the patients I've managed to contact. At first we thought most of the experiments had some link to psychic abilities--several of the patients who've been here longer than most, myself included, received injections to the brain that affected us in differing ways. Recently, however, there seems to have been a trend toward pure mental torture and little else--though it's only a trend in the barest of senses."

He hesitated for a moment, then added, a little awkwardly, "No-one goes through it unchanged in some way or another. That's as specific as I can make it out to be."

[thirdboywonder.livejournal.com]

That was...not the answer Tim had been hoping for. There was no trend? That didn't even seem possible. But then, there was no discernible trend in the people brought in here. He and Bruce, okay. But why not Nightwing? Why not Batgirl? And why were he and Bruce from different worlds? Earth One and Earth-who-even-knew? And then Kon and Bart were from the same place, but not the same time. That made no sense either. It didn't even rightly seem possible. And why only Superboy, and not Superman? Then there was Wally, from the same Earth-who-even-knew, except not from the same time as Bruce, and...

There was that headache again, pounding away just behind his temples. This place sucked. It seemed like there were no real rules, no leads, nothing concrete to follow. What a nightmare.

"That's frustrating," he said, sounding less annoyed than he was feeling. He thought about the changes that Javert mentioned, and wondered what they were. Bart wasn't really different, he was just...scared. Worried. Emoing all over the place.

Okay, he was different.

Tim looked up at Javert again. "I appreciate all your help. You don't know how they select people, do you? If there's any way to prevent it from happening to people I care about, I mean..." he trailed off. What was he going to do about it? He couldn't take on the orderlies with no help and no weaponry. He didn't want to use the stuff in his room, because then it could be confiscated. It was probably only a matter of time before it was all confiscated, anyway. Surely they did room searches or the like. He'd have to see about hiding things better, just in case.

[unmocked-lawr.livejournal.com]

"A little." Javert raised an eyebrow, darkly amused despite himself.

"There's no way of telling, and there's no way to prevent it from happening. The best we can do is recover the patients as quickly as possible and search for evidence in the experimental rooms after they unlock the doors." That reminded him; he'd have to check up on the results of the syringe he'd left with Sakura. "There's a team called Search and Rescue here that just started a few nights ago; we're most likely going to patrol the area tonight, if you're interested."