Day 51: Breakfast

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Yuffie Kisaragi, indomitable bouncing ball of sunshine and unfathomable ebullience, was tired. It'd been a long night full of gibberish and getting nowhere fast.

"Can't I—"

Plucky, who had been busily loading a plate full of French toast and bacon, tittered. "I'm afraid not, Hanna, darling. A chat over a nice, hearty breakfast would do you a world of good, don't you think?"

"Aaaaactually—"

"Come on, let's find you a seat. Plenty to choose from this morning!"

For a long moment, Yuffie seriously considered doing something—anything—to act out. Punch her nurse, rub jam in an orderly's face, climb a wall and hang off the ceiling, jump on a table and parody Loveless… A ruckus like that would definitely jolt her back into gear, right? Sedation aside. And it'd turn Plucky's good day right on its head, which was always a bonus worth shooting for.

But, by the time she'd reached a decision—and it was an epic decision, a really awesome one; everybody'd appreciate the genius, she was sure—she was already alone. Her breakfast tray had been set down neatly by the nurse, who had left with an infuriatingly winsome smile.

"Wow," Yuffie muttered. Shaking her head, she picked a chair at random and threw herself into it. She kicked back, one arm slung across her eyes, to wait. For what, she wasn't totally sure. Some moron to decide that she looked like good company? That was how it usually went.

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[mistressmadgirl.livejournal.com]

Agatha shrugged; That Nurse inspired contrariness even when it made no sense, but it wasn't as if she'd planned on not eating. It didn't make her less annoyed, but she did trudge out the door after seeking and squeezing Ema's hand in a try for comfort. Both ways, if she was honest.

"How do you know we're not changing, or something?" she griped, once she was out in the hall. That Nurse apparently chose to ignore this in favor of urging the girls along, even though Agatha thought it had been a good point. Sure, those in charge had an obvious disregard for their prisoners that went far beyond a little thing like nudity, but this was them playing nice. One would think that would count for a little consideration.

[scientist-skye.livejournal.com]

Ema thought it was a good point as well, although she wasn't surprised when the nurse ignored it. They tended to only hear what they wanted to hear in situations like these, something Ema learned yesterday in the worst way. She hoped she wouldn't end up with another terrible headache today.

The two of them entered the cafeteria area, and Ema couldn't help but wince slightly at the increase in noise. The nurse must have been running late in collecting them, because the room was already half-full with patients eating their breakfasts and talking. Looking around, there was one head that Ema didn't see amongst the crowd. "Where's my sister?"

"Oh, Shirley? She's not feeling well today, so she's staying in bed." The woman paused for a few moments, then quickly added in response to Ema's extremely worried facial expression, "There's no need to fuss over it, Marie. She'll be fine; she's probably just tired."

'More like she's run herself to exhaustion because of you people.' Ema thought darkly. If that was the case, it was better to let Lana sleep today. With a small huff, she took Agatha's hand and started pulling her toward the food--and away from the nurse. Ema's own patience with them was starting to rub thin, so it was better to just ignore her for now.

[mistressmadgirl.livejournal.com]

"It's early in the day. I'm sure she's fine." Agatha hadn't spoken with Lana much, and certainly wasn't nearly as attached to her as her own sister would be, but in the little acquaintance they did have she'd seemed decent if brusque. She certainly wasn't thrilled to find anyone unaccounted for, but she'd just have to rely on their captors' habit of waiting till at least dinner to do anything.

Besides, Agatha reflected, piling her plate nearly to overflowing with mainly sausage, she entirely understood the urge to sleep in. She'd been up till all hours fighting, and though once again she didn't feel as tired or as beaten up as she reasonably should, she was still feeling it.

[scientist-skye.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure she is, too. It's just... she's my family. I can't help but worry." Leaving the discussion at that, Ema helped herself to french toast and fruit, opting for carbohydrates over protein even though the latter made for a better breakfast, scientifically speaking. However, carbohydrates were more delicious, and in this case taste won over science.

Once the pair found a place to sit where they could be (mostly) left alone, Ema sighed. "Honestly, we should all be on the brink of exhaustion. By my calculations--and they're really rough ones--we're allowed maybe a few hours of sleep every night. That's not enough for a person to get any significant rest."

[mistressmadgirl.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's pretty clear they're accelerating healing," said Agatha weakly. Family was not a happy subject right now. "I'd imagine they're accelerating the effects of sleep, too, which is a neat trick, by the way..."

Agatha's tone only got more distant over the course of that comment, and at the end she just stared at the half-eaten sausage link on her fork for a moment. "Geargrit, why are we even talking about this?" she whispered. "I think they got my parents, Ema..."

[scientist-skye.livejournal.com]

"They have your parents?!" Ema could only assumed that Agatha meant 'brainwashed,' given the circumstances of their conversation so far. Was that how the visitations happened, then? Bring in people they know and brainwash them into thinking all of this is legitimate? It was a horrifying thought. More than that, however, it explained Agatha's terrible mood yesterday during dinner.

Every time Ema thought she'd seen the worst of this place, it somehow managed to surprise her with something even worse. She felt an indignant anger blossoming in her chest. Suddenly, all of Agatha's horrible threats from earlier were starting to sound like good ideas.

"We'll make them pay for that, and we'll find a way to get your parents back. We just have to find a way out of this place first."