Day 47: Recreational Field [Fourth Shift]

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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~!]

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"I'm actually not sure," said Agatha regretfully. "I was very sick before I was taken, and I've got no idea whether they would have what I had on me, which is actually less than I've got here, or what I had with me, which still isn't a lot."

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.

[scientist-skye.livejournal.com]

Agatha had been sick? She certainly didn't seem so now. "You're feeling better now, though, right?" Ema found herself suddenly concerned, both for Agatha's health and for their future plans. "I mean, you'll be okay if we go looking for our stuff tonight?"

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 sweet that Ema was worried about her, but unnecessary under the circumstances. "I was turning blue, green, and orange," Agatha explained, smiling in what she hoped was a comforting way. "If I get sick again, you'll notice."

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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Blue, green, and orange? That didn't sound scientifically possible--she had to be joking. Maybe Agatha was just making light of it because she didn't want to talk about it? Regardless, Ema just let the topic go. If Agatha wasn't going to take her concern seriously, there was no sense in staying on topic. She'd just have to trust that Agatha was better, whatever the illness was.

"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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"Well, the people I've talked to say they seem to be trying to convince us of some other life," said Agatha thoughtfully. "They could at least try to be original, though- I'm supposed to be Marie too."

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."

[scientist-skye.livejournal.com]

Convince them of some other life? Well, that was at once comforting and frightening. On the one hand, this couldn't have been Lana (or anyone else) trying to keep Ema away from the trial. On the other, Ema now had no idea what she was doing there. Or, for that matter, what was going on. "Yeah, if we're both Marie.... I wonder how many fake names they have in their arsenal, then." Again, Ema reached for her notebook, and again grumbled when it wasn't there.

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."