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.

[reserved for the tallmore.]

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[dualistic]

Of course she didn't believe. He would have been more worried if she had just taken his word at face value, since that would have been another sign that she could be swayed far too easily. On the other hand, Harvey wasn't sure that he had the energy to try and convince her. She'd come to realize he wasn't off-the-wall crazy after she'd been here for a few days.

"That," he said, pointing at her with his index finger as he shifted in his seat, "is a very good question. If I were in your place I would be reacting the same way... but I saw it with my own two eyes." (Or one, as the case might be.) He couldn't keep trying to convince himself that he had just been dreaming or hallucinating, either -- not when everyone else had been through the exact same thing.

"They came out of the ground and swarmed around, biting and scratching and God knows what else. Some people have the bites to prove it," he finished with a dark frown.

[raisedbyharos.livejournal.com]

Whatever Harvey was describing, it sounded like some of the horror movies that Feldt vaguely remembered reading about at some point in time. None of what the man was saying actually made sense. This sort of stuff wasn't even supposed to exist, and yet... here this man was, telling her about the previous night. Of course, because she didn't exactly know him or this place, she still wasn't sure how much she could trust what he was saying. She was just being cautious.

She looked back down at the floor, thinking about what her next question would be. If this was true, and if people were injured by this... was that what his injury was?

"How many people were injured?" She asked, even if he probably didn't have an answer for her. "What were the effects of the bites?"

[dualistic]

She was asking the right kind of questions, at least. That didn't mean he could answer them particularly well, but she was giving him the benefit of the doubt at least to the point that she was fishing for more information, even if she probably didn't believe him all that much. That was probably how he should have handled himself when he'd first arrived here, but he had been largely skeptical at the beginning. He still hadn't kicked that completely, but he was a lot more accepting now that he'd spent a few days here.

"I can't say for sure, but I'm guessing a lot. The things were pretty ruthless, and at least one of the people I was with got hurt." He wasn't as sure about Jones, even though he had seen the man earlier in the day -- wounds were pretty easy to hide if they weren't on the neck, lower arms, or face.

"There seem to be different stories about the bites. Some people were going on about infection, but everyone's been hush-hush about it," he explained. For obvious reasons, as far as he was concerned. If you ended up with some sort of possibly contagious infection, then you probably weren't going to spread that information around unless you were a real martyr type.

[raisedbyharos.livejournal.com]

Upon hearing that one of the people the man had been with the previous night had been hurt, Feldt had to wonder if he was okay. From the bits and pieces that she could recall, a bite from a zombie was supposed to be contagious. And with what he said about infection? That only supported the little bit that she could remember. What if the person had been infected? Of course, there was still no way to tell if he was telling the truth or not. She had to keep asking questions and taking whatever information the man happened to give her.

And of course, this information was filed away so that she could fill Setsuna in later. She wasn't sure how much the Gundam meister would believe of this, but... maybe he would help her analyze the information. Analyzing information was nothing new to Feldt - she did it all the time with Celestial Being - but because she was stuck in a weird place and didn't know anyone or anything? Setsuna's help could be rather useful.

"... Is the person you were with okay?" She asked after a short pause. "I hope that they did not sustain a horrible injury."

[dualistic]

That was a good question. Harvey hadn't seen much of the "prosecuting prodigy" around today, but he got the feeling that Jones would have checked in on her and let him know if anything had happened. It didn't really concern him to the point that he'd gone out of his way to get the information.

"I'm pretty sure she's fine," he said with a shrug. "It was just a scratch on her back, and she was able to keep going after getting it, so it wasn't too bad." He might have been more alarmed about the whole thing if she'd been bitten, but that wasn't the case.

And as much fun as talking zombies with a teenage girl was (which wasn't much at all), it looked like it was time for them to get dragged back to their rooms for dinner. That meant talking to the fine Mr. Godot once again. Harvey still didn't know what this computer system was all about, but maybe his roommate would have some thoughts on it.

He stood up from his seat and sent one last look at the stranger. "Try not to get killed."