Day 53: Sun Room, Morning

[scarefaux]

With breakfast finished and a new acquaintance made, the Scarecrow's mind turned to his other friends. The disappearance of Depth Charge's friend had brought back memories of how he'd felt when Kaiji went missing: helpless, useless, as though he should have and could have done something more to find him. If only he had his brain, then maybe he could have thought of something!

As much as he didn't like to admit it, it was unlikely his former roommate was still within the Institute's walls at this point, though the Scarecrow wouldn't know for sure unless Kaiji returned to visit him as Dorothy had, encouraging his supposed recovery. There was still the concern that Landel, despite his vile methods, was actually right and he was suffering from the delusion of having been a scarecrow in Oz. After all, that movie had been a pretty elaborate trick. Would he have planted it in town on purpose, knowing the Scarecrow would be taken there the night of the enchanted doors? And how could he guarantee that once he did find it, he'd take it and actually watch it? There was so much guesswork involved- it seemed the Wizard Landel either liked coincidences or he had more power on his side than any of the patients could have guessed.

The Scarecrow stopped by the bulletin board before heading for a seat, considering writing a note to his friends to check on them. He'd heard from Depth Charge, Remy, and Kibitoshin within a day's time, so he figured they were probably fine (as fine as Depth Charge could have been after last night, anyway). He'd seen Mele and Scar the day before. He put a finger to his head, thinking- he'd not heard from Abe or Sangamon in a day or so, but being professionals, they were probably very busy. Perhaps a note would be best for them.

[Kibby]

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The first thing McCoy did when he woke up was check to see if he still had his shadow. To his relief, it was there, very much not living and as steady as it always was. After last night, he'd nearly expected to wake up with it standing over him, and frankly, waking up unconsciously preparing to get the tar scared out of you wasn't any way to start a day.

He felt ridiculous even having to check in the first place. Checking for your own shadow? A living shadow that could vanish out from under you? Talk back? It sounded like some story an sibling might tell you before you went to sleep. It did wonders for putting some fear in you when you were younger, but now? McCoy didn't believe in monsters. He didn't believe in magic either.

What he did believe in was science, what new technology and new life forms could look like when first encountered, and here, a lack of any morals on the part of the facility. Those weren't monsters they faced. He was certain there was a perfectly good explanation for it, something science could explain given time and equipment. Whether it was an actual species or an experiment was up in the air.

What he needed was to put his head together with the others and compare notes. It might be easier to work out what had happened last night if he had more information. It'd also help when he didn't have to look at his own shadow acting like that out of the corner of his eye.

The doctor reached under his arm, taking out the notebook he'd brought along. He began to jot down a few notes.

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Breakfast had actually put him in much better spirits. Still, he drew his coat about him as the nurse led him to the Sun Room next. There was a lot to consider. If they went on another expedition to find his scarf, he should make it fun if they were going to go with a group of friends. Usually, just the company of the other nations was enough to keep him entertained, but it wasn't often he entertained for others. What could be expected?

Maybe he should ask the bulletin board. There were always so many interesting opinions, not to mention people there. He couldn't be sure he'd get the right one, but they would be fun to read either way.

He also needed to find more friends to come along. He still didn't know so many outside of the other nations, so he should probably get to know some new patients too. Sure enough, there were plenty of smaller, weaker looking people. He decided to approach one, a smile on his lips. Didn't seem to be a country, at least not one worth recognizing.

"Good morning friend!"

[hes-deadjim.livejournal.com]

That was a greeting bordering on bombastic. McCoy looked up from his notes, and reflexively started to look around, but found there wasn't anyone too close nearby or behind him, which left only him that the man was referring to. He'd never seen him in his life or even met him, and at least in this galaxy, with most people, it took at least meeting a person before you went around referring to them as 'friend'.

Unless the man was that other low percent and just went around calling everyone that. He was actually smiling too. After last night and being kidnapped in the first place, in the doctor's opinion, there wasn't too much to start a day off smiling for.

Maybe he was new? He wasn't too happy upon arriving here, but maybe this man just didn't know yet.

"Mornin'," he said slowly. "Did you just get here?"

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Just get here? What a funny thing to ask! Russia shook his head, slight confusion settling on his features. Was there something on his face? How did someone tell something like that? He hadn't asked any silly questions...

"I've been here for almost a week now," he said, scratching his head. "My name is Ivan Braginski, but you can call me Russia, if you like. Did you just get here then?"

Maybe he was new and just a little confused.