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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Allelujah just shrugged at that information. "I wouldn't know. I never really got the chance to study history." Perhaps there was a little bitterness in his voice then, but so be it. He would have been disposed of before getting the chance to learn anything if they'd had their way in the HRL, and Celestial Being had given him the chance to live, even if it wasn't a normal life.

"We have no way of knowing. Even language isn't a help in this matter." He paused, thinking for a moment before continuing. "Did you speak to anyone last night and find that you couldn't understand them?"

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She heard the bitterness in his voice, but for once she didn't rise to the challenge. It wasn't worth it here. Besides, her knowledge of twentieth-century history wasn't exactly detailed, either. Supersoldiers had little use for history. "What I know about the time period matches with what I've been seeing and hearing. Still, I would think that it would be fairly simple to replicate all this. We could be in a different world and a different time for all we know."

She shook her head slightly. She might as well tell him the truth; it wasn't as if he could do anything about it now. But she wasn't going to let her guard down again. "I was asleep last night. That's why I asked you about the ring. Did something happen?"

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She was right, it did fit with that time period but still... "During the day it fits, but even in our time, no-one has the ability to pull someone from a different universe or keep them from escaping by bringing them back each morning," he mused. "I think if it is our world, it's some time far in the future, dressed up as the past." For what reason, he couldn't imagine. There were theories about soldiers, about what they were being used for, but then, what about the visitors he kept hearing about? The people who were released and seemed to live the life the nurses wanted them to?

His lips quirked upwards a little when she admitted that she'd been asleep, a tiny flare of unkind triumph that the perfect super soldier had given in to weakness when the reject had not. "I met with a few people. There was static over the intercom, and suddenly everyone was speaking a different language. I suppose it means that they were speaking that language all along, and it just sounded like ours somehow."