damned_institute | Day 43: Intercom, Evening

Hello! I.R.I.S. here once more to announce to you, our honored guests, that you have officially made it through a day of our typical Landel's treatment. Of course, it isn't quite over: we will now have you retire to our designated patient quarters with one of your agency partners to inspect their sleeping area and the tools that we provide them with for the true bulk of our behavioral testing. On an added note, we would like you to notice once again that the meals we provide to our subjects are of the highest quality.

For those of you feeling apprehensive about taking part in our more intensive methods, please be aware that we would never imagine putting all of you in any danger whatsoever. This last shift will be your last at our Institute; afterward, we will escort you to our Head Doctor's personal observation station to survey some of our test Next-Wave participants in the rigorous trials we put them through – all for their betterment, of course.

Once again, we hope that you are satisfied with what you find, and as always, direct any questions you may have to your console.

The nurses began to escort the patients to their rooms. They didn't even seem to be brought to awareness by words such as "testing" and "subjects."

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"Yeah, sounds about right," Peter agreed quietly.

Oh man, Kurt was so jumpy already. Not to mention that if he had the choice last night, he would probably have been fighting zombies in that sheet. And there was that message on the board to Indiana Jones, too, asking him not to say anything. Was sending Brainy in after him such a good idea? He could be pretty...blunt. As far as inquiries went, anyway. Peter was just glad they'd cleared up the 'alien' thing right now, because that was a disaster waiting to happen.

"Um, maybe I can do it for you? Or be there when you ask him or something. I mean, he's been wearing a sheet every night because he's terrified someone is going to try to kill him. Or mistake him for a monster. I'll just be like, support?" He shrugged. "I know he's not that great with talking about it, so it might help if I'm there. Sort of."

The crinkle didn't escape his attention. The one word to describe Peter's face when Brainy pulled out a sucker was 'What.' It couldn't have been more blatant if it was stamped across his forehead.

For some reason the concept of Brainy with candy just wasn't clicking. Being a sugar fiend was a little below his brain bracket, right? Too smart for indulgence or however that worked.

"Where did you get that?"

That actually reminded him of the conversation he'd had his first day here with another patient, not to mention the argument he'd had with Elle on his first night. "I can see your point, Peter," he answered. "If someone did spot him looking like that, attack would be the likely outcome. And I've seen a surprising number of other patients who seem to prefer an 'attack first' strategy."

Brainiac 5 sighed, toying with the lollipop wrapper absently. "But, I suppose if you think it would help for him to have someone else there as well, then I can't see why not."

He glanced up at Peter's other question, fingers pausing in their tugging and twisting movements as he took in the other boy's confused expression. "Oh, another patient insisted I take it," he explained. He frowned slightly. "He said it was to make me happy..."

Peter watched as he fiddled absently with the wrapper. Granted, creepy men offering suckers to passerby was something you had to worry about more in the park than in evil insane asylums (and for kids much, much younger than they were), but considering Brainy's track record? This was ringing all the wrong alarm bells.

"Do you...know this guy?" he asked skeptically. It was probably nothing, but he doubted Brainy even thought to be suspicious of people like that. Complete lack of social skills. The thirty first century, Peter decided, was weird.

[asdflkjh I didn't realise I was up to tag here, sorry bbcakes. We can probably wrap it up in a round?]

Brainiac 5 shot Peter a surprised look. "No, of course not. I barely know anyone here, Peter." If he had, it would have solved a substantial number of his problems, after all. He would have had others to talk to and work out a strategy to deal with Grell and Luxord. People he could trust like the Legion. And the closest person he'd know like that here..

"Other than--" his voice wavered a little, and he suddenly found a patch of the wall vastly interesting. "--Clark, that is..."

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