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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Scott yelped shortly in surprise when Knives grabbed for him, the sudden shift in gravity pulling the front of his shirt down into his syrupy breakfast a little. The moment of shock had passed soon enough, however. He found himself returning the hug, albeit a bit awkwardly. Back home, he might have been even more awkward about it, considering... Well... Stuff. But after a week plus of dealing with Landel's Friggin' Institute, Scott was so incredibly ready to cling to anyone that was even remotely familiar (and not in a pop culture way), especially after the night he had just been through. The hug tightened as Scott clutched at her more, almost as if to prove to himself that she was actually there.

Awkwardness could not be kept at bay forever, though. Soon enough, Scott pulled back, clumsily swiping at the syrup on his shirt to distract from whatever weird, confused expression he was sure he had on his face. "I don't know what's going on, Knives, but let me tell you: it is messed. Like 'beyond seven evil ex-boyfriends' messed. God, where do I even start?" Scott shook his head, hoping that maybe doing so might jog all the many and jumbled thoughts racing around his head back into place. It didn't work, but whatever.

"Well you're not crazy, I can tell you that much. This place is about as much a real mental hospital as the Phantom is a real game console. It's called Landel's Institute, and it's run by this incredible douchebag named Martin Landel. Basically, he's kidnapped people from all over the multiverse and trapped them here because... I don't know. He's a douchebag. Did I mention he's a douchebag? He is such a douchebag.

"This place looks all smiley faces and sunshine right now, but trust me, it gets worse. At night, the whole place goes Silent Hill. Landel gets on the intercom and rants like a mad scientist, everything gets all grimy and creepy, and there are monsters and brainwashed patients running around trying to kill us. I saw one trying to eat a friend of mine like a midnight snack. Some jerk shot at me. There's a two-headed fire-breathing monster in the basement."

Scott placed both hands on the table at that, leaning over a bit with a very serious expression on his face. "And some of the enemies can give you boobs, Knives. Some of them can give you boobs."

Scott twitched. Just a little.

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"Well," Knives commented, "I already have boobs, so..." She furrowed her brow, but then shook her head. "Anyways, so we're trapped in like, some weird circus freak show that's disguised like an asylum?" The Asian girl bit at her lip gently. "If I had some type of weapon it would be different, but as it is now... Can we even defend ourselves against those freaky things?"

Knives was fortunate enough to come that morning, to not have experienced the nighttime horrors of the Institute, but now that she was here, it was inevitable. "And... multiverses? What does that mean?" Knives had so many questions she couldn't keep them straight.

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Scott settled back into his seat while Knives absorbed that whallop of information, arms crossed over his chest purposefully. He wished he could have put all that to her some other way, but one, he hadn't started wishing that until after his mouth finished going off, so it was kind of late to do anything about it, and two, it was probably better not to tiptoe around info at Landel's anyway. Knives was going to have to find all this stuff out eventually anyway, right? Best to just get it all out in one big dump. 

And so, Scott continued on. "It's like multiple universes," he answered. Then he paused, correcting: "Actually, no, it is exactly multiple universes. People are taken from, like, alternate realities all over space and time. I know that sounds completely insane, but once you've seen Indiana Jones and Wolverine wandering around, you kinda have to accept it."

As for Knives's other question, Scott was suddenly kicking himself - literally kicking his own leg under the table - for throwing away his pipe in the shed that one night. He could have had something for her as soon as night started, but no, she was going to have to go it bare-fisted until they could get a new weapon for her. Fantastic. "Anyway, if you need a weapon or whatever, I'll take you out to the sports shed tonight. Baseball bats aren't the most badass weapons ever, but they're better than nothing. And if we ever get into the kitchen—" Scott pointed in the direction of said room with an unconscious "screw you, kitchen" glare "—we can get some knives for you, Knives." 

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The girl nodded. "Okay," she said, and then - she smiled. "Well," she said as she bounced back somewhat, "At least we're not alone in this. It sounds like you already have more than a few friends to help out, and I'm sure if I stick with you, I'll be fine till I get a knife on me!" She actually ate a bit of her food, "I can so totally just go with the flow till the nighttime rolls around."

One had to hand it to Knives; she was taking the influx of information rather well. Maybe because of who it was coming from, but in any event, the urge to cry and panic was gone, and that was a definite Good Sign. Yes, it deserved capitals.

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Even with Scott hoping for the best in dropping that trainload of information on Knives, he was surprised to hear her just accept it all like that. Did she really still trust him that much? Apparently, yes.

"Well, uh, great! Great. I'm glad you're taking it well. Ummmm... So yeah! Sticking with me is a good plan. Probably. At least at night, anyway. During the day, you probably wanna make some connections and stuff. The more people you have to watch your back, the better." Meaning, if you get hurt or die - WHICH YOU WON'T - there's more of a chance it won't be totally my fault, Scott thought with a slight shiver.