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The Scarecrow of Oz ([personal profile] scarefaux) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2010-11-26 02:48 pm

Day 53: Sun Room, Morning

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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[personal profile] fourstonewalls 2010-12-09 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
A typical non-answer, but it wasn't an outright refusal. Lana launched into the question, her tone and phrasing carefully neutral. "Did anyone in your vicinity experience any of the following: visual distortions, shared or otherwise, and/or being addressed by what was ostensibly one's own shadow?"

"I'm trying to determine if the experience I underwent was universal, and if so, what were its criteria." That she herself had lied to protect a murderer was no longer a secret, although until last night the identity of the murderer had also been a secret to her, which was, as far back as she could recall, a novelty in the district. Others might not be so open. " I realize that, if the Head Doctor's vague statements correspond to the parameters of the effect, that any answer could be taken as a confession; I don't require names, and nothing you say will be held as an admission of criminal activity or the witnessing thereof."

She smiled. It was getting easier every time she did it, not to flinch away from her own emotions. "I won't make any assumptions, and I hope you'll do me the same honor."