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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She certainly didn't waste any time, did she? Lunge took the seat with the nod, putting the tray down in front of him and promptly ignoring it in favour of the far more interesting matter of conversation. It wasn't often that he was the one on the other end of the questioning, but it made a change of pace at least.

"I'm afraid my knowledge is somewhat limited, given the nature of what happened," he admitted, "but I can tell you what I know. From what I understand, some patients found a ring of some sort in their desks. The Head Doctor explained a part of how to use them before leaving it hanging, at which point the new radio host attempted a transmission of his own. Landel's second transmission came soon afterwards and somehow switched 'off' the translator that appears to work in the Institute. You might have noticed how it's possible to understand every other patient here, even when you shouldn't be able to speak their language?"

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Martin Landel gave the patients rings? Nothing truly good could come from those. Whatever purpose he could have behind those--

Wait. The translator function? Ah yes... Momo had forgotten about that small factor. It wasn't so odd to her, as there was kidou that could all for open communication, but if Landel 'turned it off'?

"Was there anything useful from Marc's transmission?"

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Lunge had to pause at that before giving a resigned little sigh. "Unfortunately, I wouldn't know. Our radio broke down for whatever reason"- the most likely being that the Sun Room patient's powers weren't simply limited to warping her victims- "as the message began. You'll have to as someone else."

As would he. He'd been working under the assumption thus far that it was something to do with the rings, but for all he knew it could have been a simple introduction, or yet more 'clues'- but again, why bother censoring that after weeks of help?

He looked up, watching the young woman's face closely again. "I haven't introduced myself yet- Inspector Lunge, BKA agent." He held out a hand to shake. "Would you like the instructions for the rings?"

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It took Momo a moment before she recalled the Western custom of handshaking. She gripped Lunge's hand and smiled. "I am Vice Captain Hinamori Momo. And yes, I would like the instructions, even though I was not given one."

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Vice Captain Hinamori Momo. In the moment Lunge clenched her hand, a knowing look crossed his face and his free hand twitched; previously of the Arts and Crafts club, held a position of some note, has apparently 'left' for whatever reason RE: lack of involvement with latest notice. Regardless of whether or not she was still with the club, her previous position implied a certain degree of knowledge and experience of the Institute. He released her hand, smiling faintly again, but this time there was a hint of something more genuine. Good things came to those who knew how to choose well.

"I'm pleased to meet you. As for the rings- these were the Head Doctor's words:" He paused, resting his hand on the table before starting to type again, and with the motion of his hand came the transmission from the night before in the calm, even, monotonous hum of his voice. "Should you break its 'jewel' while wearing it, you and any people in contact with you – along with the items you and those people might be carrying – will be transported to the last area you were in last night- which would be two nights ago from now, the night the doors 'warped'. If you have a ring whose stone you have broken, you may lay a drop of blood on it, which will solidify into its new stone – but beware of whose blood it is, since that will be the ring's owner when the morning comes. Tomorrow night, if you break your ring's newly formed stone, you will find yourself in the same area in which you laid down the blood." He tilted his head. "Does that help?"

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"Yes, that does," Momo replied. "I am wary about the use of the rings. Has anyone confirmed that they actually work? It sounds like a double-edged sword to me."

Blood could be used for many things, as the Twelfth has shown time and time again.

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"As it does to me. It's difficult to imagine how a 'gift' from the Head Doctor could be anything but a trap of some sort." Lunge smiled dourly- it could almost have been a grimace, if he hadn't found something so fiendishly clever about the whole thing. After all, humans were such naturally curious creatures- who wouldn't be interested to try their new plaything just once, in case it worked? Just the once, you know, just to be sure...

He shook his head. "I'd still like to know what it was the radio host was going to say before he was cut off. There's a chance it could have been a warning, or even alternate instructions. At any rate, I'd rather wait for a second opinion. Landel himself mention 'restrictions' before the night ended."