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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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At the mention of Shiki, she turned towards Sora with a nod. "He did ... pretty strange, but somehow interesting, you know? To think that there's someone else out there who looks like me wandering around that's not Naminé!" Doppelganger ... times two? She longed to meet Shiki, just to see how similar they appeared. Apparently she even acted like her as well.
"Will we be meeting up tonight?" she asked the two boys, unsure if they wanted to travel around together or spend the night apart again. Honestly, Kairi had no preference - she'd do whatever the two decided.
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He simply nodded to Kairi's response—a slight angling of his head forward—but added nothing else as she went on. It was weird that there could be someone who looked like them, and he wondered if there was one for him. A part of Riku just hoped whoever it was didn't make mistakes like him, too.
"It depends on what you wanna do, I guess." A part of Riku itched for action, but he realized it was because he had been so unsuccessful otherwise. Maybe the others would have a better plan.
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It was a shame that Shiki wasn't around anymore, since Sora would have been curious to see Kairi interact with her. Still, it looked like they were making Riku feel left out by talking about people who he didn't know, and so Sora moved on to focus on their plans for the coming night.
Once again, it looked like his two friends were leaving it up to him. Sora wasn't sure why that was, but it probably had to do with the fact that he'd been stuck in this place for so much longer. "Well, we could try to head down to the basement again, but..." He glanced over to Riku. "I don't know if you wanted to keep an eye on Naminé instead?"
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Honestly, she was okay with anything. At least they would have a plan.
"Sora and I will be okay if you want to see Naminé," Kairi turned towards Riku with a smile. "It's good to know that she has you to protect her."
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In fact, the chances of that were something he wanted to think about and see.
"I'll try and write her again," he decided. "If she doesn't reply, then I won't go looking for her. She might be asleep." Some patients, he realized, spent the day asleep, so there was a chance that Naminé might be in the same boat. "And besides, we can't plan to go anywhere without knowing if tonight's gonna be the same. We can try and head places, but we can't know for sure."
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But Riku had a point about the coming nightshift. Sora frowned down at his plate of food; he hadn't even considered that things might still be out of sorts with the doors tonight.
"Stuff like that usually only lasts one night," he commented, since that did seem to be the pattern. The zombies had only been there one night, and he'd only thought he was Matt for a day, so maybe it would be the same with the doors. "Either way, we should be able to meet by the stairs and then figure it out from there, 'cause I was able to go up them without anything weird happening."
It meant they had a plan, at least. Seeing how there hadn't been much news from Arts and Crafts, Sora didn't feel too guilty about teaming up with Kairi and Riku instead.