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damned_institute2010-04-13 01:15 pm
diamondstorm) wrote in damned_institute2010-04-13 01:15 pm
Dayshift 49: Bus 2
Morning hit without warning, with the sheer knowledge hitting the Digimon before anything else that today they were going back to Doyletown. Her feet hit the floor and she rotated her right shoulder experimentally. The skin stretched tight, soreness persevering, but it moved fine. She stretched her fingers then curled them into a fist, staring at the tanned skin that was her right arm. If something happened this time... She would be more useful. Her mind replayed the events of last week, and Renamon stilled, considering.
There wasn't much time left to her as the nurse bustled in with an armful of clothes, the same shade as the weeks before. The woman murmured a cheery complaint that it was too cold for skirts and left Renamon to change. The pants were preferable to the past two weeks, though the other item she was left with gave too much to irony. She frowned at it for a minute, then slid it over her head, reflecting that this motion in days or weeks past would have left her shuddering. It meant she was becoming used to this human body, and that was nothing that boded well. She grabbed her notebook before being led to a bus, and slid into a seat halfway down the aisle, pressing against the window. Again, the previous night had been more than short. Was it just her, or was there something more to it?
[for Haseo!]
There wasn't much time left to her as the nurse bustled in with an armful of clothes, the same shade as the weeks before. The woman murmured a cheery complaint that it was too cold for skirts and left Renamon to change. The pants were preferable to the past two weeks, though the other item she was left with gave too much to irony. She frowned at it for a minute, then slid it over her head, reflecting that this motion in days or weeks past would have left her shuddering. It meant she was becoming used to this human body, and that was nothing that boded well. She grabbed her notebook before being led to a bus, and slid into a seat halfway down the aisle, pressing against the window. Again, the previous night had been more than short. Was it just her, or was there something more to it?
[for Haseo!]
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A moment later, and the frown was replaced by a confident grin. "Don't get me wrong; I'm not going to let them stop me from getting out of here," he clarified. "I want to get back to my own country."
If this guy and England were right about it being America's country, it was going to be a long way to go to get there, though. He could always march to America's capital and demand to see him, but turning himself in wasn't exactly what he had in mind when it came to going home. No, he'd have to stow away on a ship to cross the Atlantic (or seize an airplane, but his chances of getting recaptured were much higher) to get back to Europe first and then...
The guy had said something earlier about possibly being the 'wrong guy to ask' when it came to escape attempts, and Prussia found himself curious now. "But what about you? Made any attempts to get past them and out of here? I can't imagine anyone's staying by choice."
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"Where's that?" he asked, although this fellow's accent was one he was pretty sure he could place, at least to a country. Another German. Indy was having a harder time figuring out the region--might be easier to tell if he were hearing German instead of English. What was this, the fourth, fifth German he'd met in the last week? More? How did they all end up finding him?
The subject of escape attempts was one that had come up not long ago, so it didn't take much thought to warn up the opening lecture. "It's not as easy as it looks. The staff sedates anyone who attracts too much attention during the day. At night it's possible to get out of the compound and out into the woods, but everyone I've heard of who's tried it has wound up back in bed the next morning. Same when we were stranded in town at night a week ago." He polished off the apple and dropped the core back in the bag.
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Prussia had heard about the nurses and their needles coming to stop anyone who caused a scene during the day from Raphael, and he had even already experienced a nurse (but not her needle) coming after him before that. The information about escapes being prevented at night, however, was new and gave him pause.
"I know about the sedation, but... everyone who tries to get out at night wakes up in their room?" he asked in surprise. Maybe that was what Howl had meant when he said trying to escape might not do any good in the long run. "And here I thought it was just more crummy luck when it happened to me... But how the hell do they manage that?"
Well, it still was crummy luck, but at least it was crummy luck that he wasn't alone in. But if they were knocking everyone out during the night (maybe with some kind of gas?), people who'd gotten away from the building shouldn't have been included...
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"Dr. Indiana Jones," he introduced himself. "If you don't mind my asking, what's the last date you remember? The days start to blur together once you've been here a while." This was the I'm-just-a-simple-professor routine, harmless and certainly not mentioning anything about time travel. It usually worked.
The question was an important one. Indy wasn't ready to write off every German he met around this place--Kurt and Franziska von Karma, for instance, certainly seemed to have more immediate concerns than burning books, hunting up every occult artifact they could find and being appeased by all of Europe--but he also wasn't interested in getting cozy with Nazis or their sympathizers, even to get out of here. Collaboration sure hadn't worked well for Elsa.
He didn't have an answer to Beilschmidt's questions, so he just replied: "If you find out, let me know." He'd thought it was some kind of knockout gas set up in areas where patients were likely to be--the building, the ruins--but he'd been out on the street in Doyleton last week, which might scupper that theory. Maybe the patients were actually carrying it on them somehow.
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The name set off warning bells in Prussia's mind. A name was just a name, but those names combined together left him feeling wary. 'Indiana' was the name of one of America's states, wasn't it? And America himself was.....
"Before ending up here? It was the 25th of January," Prussia answered cautiously, "nineteen forty-seven." It had been the day after Old Fritz's birthday when he'd gone to sleep, and then he'd woken up in that room on what had probably been the next evening. "Should be the 28th now, unless I lost count." Or if it really wasn't 1947 any longer, like England had claimed.
He still had suspicions about whether England was telling the truth about anything (other than his own survival), but those suspicions were cast aside now for new, more pressing ones. Maybe it was just idle speculation—as far as he knew, none of their kind existed as America's states, and he certainly didn't get that feeling from Dr. Jones—but maybe there was something to it, too. If he had information to share about how the staff disabled the prisoners, for example, he certainly wasn't sharing it... Assuming, of course, that he really didn't know.
There was one potential way of finding out.
"You don't know an 'Alfred F. Jones', do you?" Prussia found himself asking, watching Dr. Indiana Jones carefully.
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"What would you do if you escaped? I'm not sure America is a particularly comfortable place for Germans at the moment, given the current political situation," Indy said carefully, keeping his tone neutral, bluffing like crazy in a bid for information. He hoped it was a reasonable guess. Even if the U.S. hadn't actually entered the war, he'd like to think they'd at least be quietly opposed to the Third Reich, especially if it was busy rearranging Europe.
It didn't escape him that his statement might be taken as a tacit acknowledgment that this was 1947, but Indy also didn't particularly care. Someone would straighten Beilschmidt out soon enough if he got the wrong idea.
"No, I don't," he added in response to the question about Alfred F. Jones. To clarify, he elaborated, "'Jones' is a very common name here, Mr. Beilschmidt."
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Prussia wasn't about to divulge any particulars of his post-escape plan, but he could see little harm in answering Dr. Jones' question in general terms of what he wanted to do. He had, after all, made a lot of sense; America was not particularly a place he wanted to stay for long right now.
"All the more reason to leave as quickly as possible. I know that I'm not exactly welcome here right now," Prussia responded sullenly. "As for what I'd do... I have a brother in Germany, and I'd like to let him know I'm alive. We haven't seen each other as much since the end of the war, but by now he's probably worrying himself over my disappearance."
If circumstances had been different, disappearing for a few days would have hardly been cause for worry (except for Austria), but as it was... He actually wasn't sure if West even knew he was gone: if he'd been told or if he could somehow feel in the earth and in his bones. But whether or not West knew, he wanted to see his little brother. If England had been lying about anything or everything, there were things he wanted to do before he really disappeared. Maybe together, he and West could even stop the Control Council from erasing the name of Prussia from the map.