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Day 50: Cafeteria (Brunch)
Somehow, after their talk in the chapel, Elaine felt simultaneously more accepting of and more irritated by her future husband. On the one hand, seven years had clearly been good to him. He seemed more sincere and thoughtful than he had been before his disappearance, and he had a more mature (dare she say, handsome?) look to him. On the other hand, there were clearly some things that made even time throw up its hands in vain and say, "To hell with this!" Guybrush was still inexorably prone to disastrous accidents if the story about the Pox of LeChuck was anything to go by, and he was so obviously keeping something important from her that any passing dolt in the Institute would have been able to tell. In the end, that eternal underlying sweetness of his that won out, keeping her from punching him again, at least. That was only by a hairs width, though. Her snugglecakes was going to have to stay on his best behaviour if he knew what was good for him.
She left the Mighty Pirate™ alone for the time being when the announcement of the next shift went off. He would want some time to catch up with Morgan next, presumably. As much as the woman's attitude bothered her, she was a friend of Guybrush's, as she had claimed. Elaine could be strict, but she wasn't the kind of shrewish future wife/past fiancé who would keep her man from seeing his friends. Besides, she needed some more time to catch up on the goings-on of the Institute. Patients filled the building to the brim, now, it seemed; there would be a lot to investigate.
After a few quick trips back and forth to the bulletin and a few new leads to follow up on, the governor gave in to her nurse's persistent nagging and headed to the cafeteria for brunch. After the relatively light fare of the day before, Elaine took advantage of the Institute's admittedly scrumptious offerings and loaded up a full, balanced brunchfast of eggs, sausage links, waffles, and vegetable soup. As expected, the selection of drinks did not offer either root beer or grog. Grog she could live without, at least, she thought while making a face. Eugh. For now, she settled for a tall glass of water.
Elaine settled into a seat in the cafeteria and tucked into her meal. Her eyes didn't stay on her food, though, instead gazing around restlessly; she hadn't seen LeChuck so far this morning, and god forbid he wanted to invite himself to brunch with her if he chose now to show up. A certain horribly unpleasant dinner on Mêlée Island came to mind. She was prepared to either move at the first sign of the dread pirate or signal a random stranger to sit with her before he could.
[For Dean]
She left the Mighty Pirate™ alone for the time being when the announcement of the next shift went off. He would want some time to catch up with Morgan next, presumably. As much as the woman's attitude bothered her, she was a friend of Guybrush's, as she had claimed. Elaine could be strict, but she wasn't the kind of shrewish future wife/past fiancé who would keep her man from seeing his friends. Besides, she needed some more time to catch up on the goings-on of the Institute. Patients filled the building to the brim, now, it seemed; there would be a lot to investigate.
After a few quick trips back and forth to the bulletin and a few new leads to follow up on, the governor gave in to her nurse's persistent nagging and headed to the cafeteria for brunch. After the relatively light fare of the day before, Elaine took advantage of the Institute's admittedly scrumptious offerings and loaded up a full, balanced brunchfast of eggs, sausage links, waffles, and vegetable soup. As expected, the selection of drinks did not offer either root beer or grog. Grog she could live without, at least, she thought while making a face. Eugh. For now, she settled for a tall glass of water.
Elaine settled into a seat in the cafeteria and tucked into her meal. Her eyes didn't stay on her food, though, instead gazing around restlessly; she hadn't seen LeChuck so far this morning, and god forbid he wanted to invite himself to brunch with her if he chose now to show up. A certain horribly unpleasant dinner on Mêlée Island came to mind. She was prepared to either move at the first sign of the dread pirate or signal a random stranger to sit with her before he could.
[For Dean]
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All of that rolling over in his head again, he followed the crowd filing into the cafeteria and took a plate. He grabbed a few burgers, and found an isolated seat to eat at. At least there was the chance he could fight someone soon, if they responded to his note. All he knew for sure he wanted right now was to get into a real fight. It didn't matter if he won or lost, he was built to be a fighter, and he needed to just take out his anger somehow.
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The food was decent, Leela had to admit, but it was going to get fattening before long. She prudently took some fruit and granola, and noticed someone else with purple hair as she was going through the line. Maybe he'd been messed with, too. Or maybe he was just a punk. They had those in this time, right? It was worth looking into. Leela went over to his table.
"I like your hair. Waiting for anyone, or--?" She gestured to the empty seat across the table from him.
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He didn't pay attention to what she said, instead snapping back, "I told you to-!" and cut himself off as he looked up at someone he didn't recognize. Who also just happened to have purple hair tied back. He quickly tried to recall what she had just said to him, and seeing her indicated the empty seat managed, "Oh. Uh, no, fine." Okay, who could really blame him for that mistake?
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"Hi, I'm Leela. New here, not crazy." That probably went without saying, but she felt it bore repeating. She was trying to think of a way to carefully step up to the subject of people being altered, and claims of non-insanity might help ease the way for that.
"I don't think anyone here is, to be honest," she added. There, that ought to pave the way a bit.
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Even if he was mistaken, Forte was still in a sour mood and would rather have been left alone. But he felt slightly more charitable after taking a bite of his hamburger as the woman talked, and she was a new prisoner - as much a victim as him. Besides, for all he knew the purple hair could mean she was a ninja or a robot or some other kind of warrior too.
So, with an inward Oh, fine, he set his burger down again and introduced himself, less enthusiastically than usual but with a note of defiant pride, "I'm Forte, the Super Fighting Robot."
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"How did they do this to us? I'm from way ahead of this time, and we don't have technology like that."
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The fact that Leela was a mutant was interesting, but didn't tell Forte very much. She apparently looked different, but that could mean anything.
"I don't know, I guess I'm from this time, or close to it. Someone told me we're all from different worlds, so mine is like this one... but with more robots." Unless there just weren't any domestic robots anywhere near the institute, but it didn't really matter that much.
As another transplantee, he was curious what she had looked like before, and she seemed interested in the fact that he was a robot, so he steered the conversation back in that direction. "Anyway, my real body looks different, except for my face - covered in black and gold armour, with weapons built into my arm. How about you?"
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"I'm a cyclops." She pointed to her eyes. "One of these is new. Actually, they both are. The point is, I'm only supposed to have one." She was less interested in how they'd done it than why. "It's not right, tampering with people, and robots, who were perfectly fine the way they were!"
If Forte was from close to this time, maybe the booze wouldn't have been an issue anyway. And he couldn't have been a killbot, they hadn't been invented yet. Too bad, in a way. That head doctor definitely deserved some nice 'therapy sessions' with one or five hundred of those.
"Do you know many more non-humans?"
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"Well, I think Teisel's a human, but he said they took his mechanical eyes and replaced them with regular ones. Sechs and Depth Charge are robots too, and there's that group, the Decepticons. Oh, and the other ZEX, he said he's an alien." Actually, now that he thought about it, he knew a lot of people here he'd be glad to team up with... well, not ZEX. ZEX just creeped him out.
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Well. She'd been on the internet. She knew if it existed, there was someone, somewhere, with a fetish for it.
"I think we might be in a virtual-reality simulation of an insane asylum. It can't really be the time it's pretending to be. To get us all here, they've used time travel, kinds of surgery that don't even exist yet for me, and who knows what else. Who the hell are these people?"
She banged on the table, then realized she was chewing out a teenager who wasn't even in his right form, and probably had no more clue than Leela herself. She took a bite of granola, decorously calmly. "Sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you."
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The virtual reality idea was interesting, and might help to explain what had happened last night, but it didn't really help him to know that (and it didn't change the fact that it just reminded him of how his creator always felt). But there was still one thing he actually cared about, whether Leela was a mutant or human, so he changed the subject abruptly. "I guess, there was some strange stuff going on last night that could have been the simulation screwing up. Anyway, what I wanna know is - can you fight?" He'd answered her question and she seemed to be on top of things, so after being yelled at, his friendliness was running out and he wanted to know if she'd be worth talking to any more.
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She set her plastic spoon down, so she could give him the full effect of crossing her arms and raising one eyebrow, a neat trick she'd never gotten much of a chance to use on anyone before. "Yeah. I can fight." If he wanted to go for it right now, that might be a problem. Leela was getting the hang of this depth-perception thing, but her primary weapons were in the closet, Betty having decisively vetoed wearing them indoors. "I've kicked the asses of things that don't even have asses."