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NIGHT 50: F21-F30 HALLWAY
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Once finished with her dinner Nunnally had reached into her desk drawer in search of her journal, thinking to make some notes while she had nothing more to do than wait for the approach of night (for that was all she had to wait for, certainly-- they wouldn't return again tonight... would they?). Though the journal was there, she found something else that she hadn't expected: a plain silver ring, set with a red stone. It quite willingly distracted from her original purpose and worries, and she drew the ring out instead and turned it over in her hands, curiously examining it for any kind of mark or identifying engraving, but found none.
It seemed a peculiar thing to her, as everything else in the drawers served some kind of known purpose-- pens for writing made sense, as did a notebook for writing in, but what use would a supposed mental patient have for a ring? She tried it on and found that it fit, so apparently it was meant for her, though she'd no idea why. Well. As with all unexpected gifts from a place such as this, perhaps she should be wary of it? Though what a ring could do, she'd no idea.
When the intercom announcement came her curiosity only increased further, but so did her concerns. The last place she'd been the night before? The memory flashed before her eyes all unwilling, and she shuddered lightly before firmly placing the ring on the surface of her desk. Lelouch was sure to stop by her room as soon as he could, and perhaps this would make more sense to him.
Once finished with her dinner Nunnally had reached into her desk drawer in search of her journal, thinking to make some notes while she had nothing more to do than wait for the approach of night (for that was all she had to wait for, certainly-- they wouldn't return again tonight... would they?). Though the journal was there, she found something else that she hadn't expected: a plain silver ring, set with a red stone. It quite willingly distracted from her original purpose and worries, and she drew the ring out instead and turned it over in her hands, curiously examining it for any kind of mark or identifying engraving, but found none.
It seemed a peculiar thing to her, as everything else in the drawers served some kind of known purpose-- pens for writing made sense, as did a notebook for writing in, but what use would a supposed mental patient have for a ring? She tried it on and found that it fit, so apparently it was meant for her, though she'd no idea why. Well. As with all unexpected gifts from a place such as this, perhaps she should be wary of it? Though what a ring could do, she'd no idea.
When the intercom announcement came her curiosity only increased further, but so did her concerns. The last place she'd been the night before? The memory flashed before her eyes all unwilling, and she shuddered lightly before firmly placing the ring on the surface of her desk. Lelouch was sure to stop by her room as soon as he could, and perhaps this would make more sense to him.
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Instead, Erika also noted what "time" Leela was from, her eyes growing just the slightest in interest at how distant this woman's timeline was from. And she had even visited other dimensions? The smile on the girl's face returned, a little wider than before. Yes, Leela would be a good companion to have for the night, if only because speaking of other Fragments and the like would be easier. Perhaps there was more to her than it seemed, if she had the power to cross dimensions.
"Japan, circa 1986. Does Japan still exist for you? I do wonder," The detective couldn't help herself, letting her curiosity slip. She stayed mum on the subject of the witch's game though, deciding that was not for Leela to know at the moment.
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Leela's specialized knowledge of the Stupid Ages wasn't one of them. "I have a friend from around your time. He was frozen in 1999." Erika seemed a bit more with-it, to put it delicately, than Fry.
"I was hoping to get outside and have a look around. Would you mind playing guide for a little while?" Chise had made reaching the outdoors sound difficult enough that Leela wasn't too eager to try it alone.
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Leela said something else that was just as good though, not so much about her frozen friend from a decade later, but about going outside and needing a guide. Outside was her intended destination; she had not forgotten about meeting the "rebel" in Doyleton and whatever he was looking for was outside. It was quite nice to know that this woman was also looking to go there, and Erika had no problem with forming an alliance for the time being.
"I'm afraid I can only guide you to the recreation field towards the back, and my knowledge of the outside ends there. However, that is where I am headed. We should stay together then, shouldn't we?"
Erika phrased it as a question, but she hadn't meant it as one.
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What Leela really wanted was just a look at the sky at night. Sure, everything inside the hospital was consistent with the time they were supposedly in, but the suspicious lack of details had made her, well. Suspicious. She wanted a literal outside opinion on whether there were any spacecraft in the area. It wasn't like those kidnapping jerkwads could control that, right?
"Wait, if you've been here a while, why were you aksing about last night?" Maybe Erika wanted to compare notes, but it had sounded to Leela more like the question of someone trying to get the scoop on something.
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Although Leela probably went meant well with the question, Erika visibly stiffened, just for a moment, and indignation fluttered on her facial features just for a moment before the detective sharply turned around and started to march down the hall. Anger had briefly gotten the best of her, and Erika was thinking of revising her plans and letting Leela flounder around herself and probably get eaten by something.
But Erika liked to think she was better than that, so the girl made sure she was smiling again when she turned around, motioning to the end of the hallway.
"We should walk and talk. I find that idling tends to draw the attention of unpleasant things," Erika pointed out, and she turned and began to walk again.
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