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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Miles acknowledged the 'thank you' with a nod - that was really all that needed to be said. It was a complicated dance of things said and left unsaid, one they had perfected in their younger days. Some things truly never changed, and that wasn't something he had expected to ever feel comforting, but in its own way, it was.

He pushed any nostalgia to the back of his mind once he heard the quieter, but no less forceful questions. He had expected them to be a bit louder, and that in and of itself was a relief. "One might call it a fatal weakness," he said, a hint of dry sarcasm in the statement. "I suspect that your father's interest in it only grew once he found that the experiment also..."

Miles swallowed against the sudden dry feeling in his throat, but didn't show any other outward discomfort. "As I've said before, it was an attempt to replicate the Fey ability. It turned rather more personal once I realized that the effort to replicate it involved my father. It reacts most strongly to your father."

Enough of the talk about what the experiment had entailed. This next part of the conversation was the hardest part. He attempted to remain composed, but a flicker of something unsure flashed in his eyes for a brief moment before he was able to speak again. "Due to the lack of suitable laboratory equipment and lack of physical evidence the experiment doctors leave behind, it's still in the earliest stages. Our biggest breakthrough so far was three nights ago. One of the experimenters left physical evidence in the form of needles used in one of the experiments. They're being analyzed as best as we can under the circumstances. As for the experimental team, while others are involved, M. Javert, Phoenix Wright, and I are all on the case."

Miles sat back in his seat for a moment, thinking. Yes, on the one hand, they could use another set of talented brains on the investigation squad. On the other...

"I'll agree on one condition. Any information you uncover in the process cannot, in any way, be shared with your father."