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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"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."