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damned_institute2010-02-04 08:19 pm
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Day 47: Recreational Field [Fourth Shift]
Ema let the nurse lead her through the facility and out into the recreational field. She wished the nurse hadn't have taken the journal out of her hands to be left in the room--there was quite a bit to take in and Ema's hands were itching to record every little detail. If she was, in fact, kidnapped in order to prevent Lana from being proven innocent, then she was going to have to pass along everything she possibly could to Mr. Wright the instant she managed to get free.
However, that hypothesis was starting to fall apart, as much as Ema wasn't quite ready to let it go. The nurse had called her "Marie," for starters, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that Ema was not the only prisoner. This was a rather large facility, and there were several cells (dormitories?) that lined even the halls the nurse led her through. And then there was that comment that her family had admitted her. That made the least sense of all; Lana couldn't have done this to her to get her out of the way of the trial.
Could she? Lana was really well-connected; it wasn't likely, but it was possible. The thought made Ema a bit sick to her stomach. The two of them didn't get along these days, sure, but to have her kidnapped and locked up somewhere? That was just cruel. Her sister was not cruel. She hoped.
Maybe it was better that Ema didn't have her notebook. She was too lost in her own thoughts to really take in her surroundings. Before she knew it, the nurse opened the door to the recreational field, smiled down at her, and told her to go have fun. Wearing the same smile, she gave a warning not to try running off--there were people watching, and this place was for her own good. There went that idea.
New plan: talk to other prisoners (patients?) and see what the heck was going on. Ema strode past the nurse and into the field, hoping that she wasn't going to be forced to actually do anything physical while outside. Sports were not her thing, and that was the last thing she wanted to be put through after the day she'd had so far.
[Free~!]
However, that hypothesis was starting to fall apart, as much as Ema wasn't quite ready to let it go. The nurse had called her "Marie," for starters, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that Ema was not the only prisoner. This was a rather large facility, and there were several cells (dormitories?) that lined even the halls the nurse led her through. And then there was that comment that her family had admitted her. That made the least sense of all; Lana couldn't have done this to her to get her out of the way of the trial.
Could she? Lana was really well-connected; it wasn't likely, but it was possible. The thought made Ema a bit sick to her stomach. The two of them didn't get along these days, sure, but to have her kidnapped and locked up somewhere? That was just cruel. Her sister was not cruel. She hoped.
Maybe it was better that Ema didn't have her notebook. She was too lost in her own thoughts to really take in her surroundings. Before she knew it, the nurse opened the door to the recreational field, smiled down at her, and told her to go have fun. Wearing the same smile, she gave a warning not to try running off--there were people watching, and this place was for her own good. There went that idea.
New plan: talk to other prisoners (patients?) and see what the heck was going on. Ema strode past the nurse and into the field, hoping that she wasn't going to be forced to actually do anything physical while outside. Sports were not her thing, and that was the last thing she wanted to be put through after the day she'd had so far.
[Free~!]
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"I'm a scientist, too!" The smile that formed over her features, despite herself and everything else, was cocksure. "I'm a scientific investigator, more specifically. I'm already making a name for myself, and at my age no less!
"My name's Ema, and I need to get out of here as fast as possible, too. We should work together."
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"I'm Agatha," she replied, as she ushered Ema further to the side of the field for greater ease of scheming. "Now, I heard they don't lock people in at night, but I doubt we can just walk out. If it was that easy, this place would be empty."
She still didn't see the point in mentioning monsters. Surely everyone would be expecting such things in a place like this?
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All things considered, however, things were looking up. Meeting Agatha had done wonders on Ema's mood; there was hope where there had been panic before. The situation was far from ideal, but hopefully Mr. Wright had managed to buy them one more day to investigate and prove her sister innocent once and for all. Given the hand that she had been dealt with this whole kidnapping business, Ema had no choice to soldier through and get back to help Mr. Wright with the trial--she was going to be useful this time! She just had to get out of the Institute, and that would be as simple as breaking out tonight.
It wasn't like there would be monsters roaming the halls or anything. That would just be silly.
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Now, though, it was time for planning, not worrying. If, as seemed likely, escape was going to be more complicated than opening doors and walking out through them, then the first thing Agatha was going to need would be tools. Under ordinary circumstances, she'd never be without some, but the last thing she remembered she'd been stripped down to her underthings in preparation for the Si Vales. Even if that room Cissnei had mentioned did turn out to have everything they'd taken from her, and Agatha managed to find it, she didn't really expect to find much of her own stuff there.
Still, she might not be the only one looking now, might she?
"I heard some people have found a room where they keep confiscated property," she said thoughtfully. "What kind of stuff did they take from you?"
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"They took my lab coat." Judging from Ema's expression, the lack of lab coat was among the worst offenses the Institute could have imposed upon her. "And my glasses, and my bag. I had..." Ema took a moment to silently ponder through the contents of the bag before continuing, "luminol, a few other chemicals--one of which is corrosive, I think--my wallet, my notebook, and my cell phone." With the exception of the chemicals, none of Ema's inventory was going to be much good for an escape plan. That was unfortunate.
"What about from you?"
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There was more than that, of course. She wasn't even sure if she'd been abducted right after the Si Vales. If Lucrezia had got loose then, who knew how long it had been since then or what she might have accumulated?
And that was another reason to find that room. If there was- say- some kind of Geisterdame relic or another little single-serving hive engine, then at least she'd know.
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As far as Agatha's completely-confusing answer, there was no way to really know what the Institute had actually taken unless they investigated themselves. Hopefully, whatever they had taken from Agatha would be helpful in their quest for escape.
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It was probably best not to go into the whole reanimation-as-cure thing. People tended to misunderstand when you said you'd killed someone, especially if it was yourself. But back to the plan... "I haven't actually seen this place, so I'd like to see if someone who has could give me directions or a map or something."
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"I haven't been here long, either. I've only been awake for maybe an hour." Ema frowned thoughtfully. "And I don't think the nurses are going to tell us. They can't even get our names right--they keep calling me Marie."
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She'd figured Ema was even newer than herself when she'd had to ask whether Agatha was here involuntarily, so that wasn't a huge surprise. But it did put Agatha in the position of having to explain things she'd mostly only heard of, secondhand and in bits and pieces.
There was one thing she'd actually experienced, though. "They have a bulletin board where the prisoners discuss things," she said. "As long as it doesn't look too far off from what's supposedly happening."
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Frustrations aside, the bulletin board sounded like a good start for information-gathering. "We can always start there, then. One or both of us can post something and see what kind of information we get."